The House on the Hill

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The House on the Hill

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“Raven’s Rest” had been the home of Edwin Graham a nineteenth century industrial tycoon. He had been a pioneer in hiring women for secretarial position within his company thereby saving young girls of the lower social strata from a life of drudgery or worst yet a life of prostitution. Graham was an early and major sponsor of Lady Smith College for young women when society believed that a college, never mind a university education, was a waste of time, money, and energy for young women who would marry and bear their first child before the age of twenty.

That of course was the public image of Edwin Graham. The private image of Edwin Graham was quite different it was said that he had an eye for attractive young women and that he had demanded the most scandalous things of them, knowing that they could not refuse him lest they lose their position in the company or their place at Lady Smith College. It was even rumored that he had sold his sold to the devil to have his way with these innocent young lambs.

It had been well over a hundred years sense the death of Edwin Graham. Many had tried to make Raven’s Rest a home yet there was something darkly strange about the house and in an age of spiritualism Raven’s Rest had remained empty. Where Raven’s Rest had become an abandoned eye soar that looked out over Lady Smith College the college had grown and prospered and the need for student housing had become acute, yet the house on the hill remained empty, its dark windows as lifeless as the empty eye sockets of a skull. That is when Knight Reality Developers bought the rambling wreck, and proposed dividing it up into four student apartments. Knight’s proposal had worked hard to maintain the best aspects of the late Victorian and early Edwardian character of the building while making modest concessions to modern amenities. Yet despite their best efforts Raven’s Rest continued to be known as a haunted house by the local town’s people that avoided it and students seldom stayed there for more than a semester or two which proved to be a problematic for Knight Reality Developers as they had to continually lower the rent just to keep two of the four apartments rented.

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Professor Charles Graham was the department head of Lady Smith College Physiology Department with a particular interest in the paranormal so Knight Reality’s difficulties with “Raven’s Rest” and its reputation as being a haunted house peeked his interests.

He ran his fingers thru his thinning ginger hair. There was a touch of sliver at his temples and despite his slender build there was a deceptive power to the man. He had married late in life, his wife Lillian had come with a young daughter. The girl never accepted his last name but maintained that of her deceased father and how do you compete with a ghost. Yet in all other respects he had been her father. There was a soft knock on his office door that broke his train of thought. “There is a call for you on line three”. Graham picked up the receiver. “Hello Professor Graham.”

 

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Della McCullough had not been expecting this. When her step-father had called to say he'd found her a cheap to live, she never would have imagined it was this house.*

Raven's Rest. The shadowy Victorian with its dramatic intricate awnings, dramatic steeped roofs, and dark bay windows that overlooked campus. It was as if the house stood watch, waiting for something. The locals had spooky tales of malevolent forces, which served to give rise to college student legends about what might lurk there.*

Oh, the house was creepy looking, Della could certainly admit that, and it had a sophistication and otherworldly charm to it. Whereas others saw a forlorn old house, she saw a place rich in history. She believed in looking beyond the surface to see the beauty in things.*

No one had to work to see the beauty in Della, although she was unaware of her own striking beauty.* She had long, dark auburn hair that, in the sunlight, appeared aflame with brilliant red natural highlights. Her eyes were the color of threatening thunderclouds and her smooth, pale skin made her bee stung lips all the more noticeable. But for all her beauty, she was a serious girl intent on her independence despite a sheltered childhood. **

In any case, she knew she'd say yes to the house before she set foot in it. Even if she had hated it, she didn't have any other options. While freshmen were required to stay on campus (and thus, received first priority in residents halls, she needed a place to stay and she needed it now before the term began. She'd been shocked she could afford it.

She suspected Charles had worked hard to negotiate the price down to what she could afford. Of course, he was a good guy and understood her need to make it through college on her own, but she also knew he had a particular interest in this house for his paranormal studies.

She did not believe in such things. Her step-father had had her participate in his paranormal studies before.* She was majoring in psychology and had jumped at the opportunity to study what drove people to assign supernatural causes to their problems rather than looking inward at the source of their conflicts.*

She was getting ahead of herself. First, a tour was in order. As she joined Charles and the realtor at the door, she was filled with the feeling she was going to fit right in here. It already felt like home.

 

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It had taken some doing but Graham had arranged with Knight Realty & Development to conduct a paranormal investigation of Raven’s Rest. Professor Charles Graham had proposed that the investigation would put to rest once and for all the rumors that the House on the Hill was haunted by some demonic spirit. He had also enlisted his stepdaughter Della McCollough to participate in his paranormal investigation with the promise that she could stay at Raven’s Rest in one of the apartments that Knight Realty & Development had refurbished. Professor Graham had arranged for Della to meet him and Mr. John Moody, at Raven‘s Rest on Friday at 3:30 after her last class of the day.

John Moody paced up and down in front of Raven’s Rest. The house on the Hill had always given him an uneasy feeling as if the house was watching him. She was late it was already 3:45 and the sun was low on the western horizon and Moody had no intentions of still being at Raven’s rest come sundown. He checked his watch one more time before turning to his car. It was then that he saw a very attractive young lady peddling up the hill form Lady Smith College. She was breath taking, the fading sunlight dancing in her rich auburn hair that framed her angelic face like a fiery halo.

“You must be Mr. Moody.” Her soft blue gray eyes where stunning and for a moment Moody was speechless. “Yes, Yes John Moody and you must be Miss Della McCollough. A pleasure to meet you.” The man’s eyes seemed to unconsciously take in every sensual curve of Della’s ravishing young body. He shook his head and smiled sheepishly at the young fiery haired beauty. Shall we take a tour of the house Miss McCollough?” Moody fished the keys to Raven’s Rest out of his pocket.

The heavy mahogany door swung open. The doorway opened onto a formal foyer the scent of rich wood and leather played at the edges of the senses, there was a stillness almost as if the house was waiting, holding its breath. As Della stepped over the threshold a soft breeze rustled her skirt as if the house had just sighed. Moody gave Della a tour of the house’s common areas on the first floor, which retained all of the mansion Victorian and Edwardian features. The formal dining room, conservatory with a fountain of a man and woman in an amorous embrace, and Parlor dominated by a huge fire place with a Portrait of Edwin Graham above it. It portrayed Edwin as a Captain of Industry and his eyes seemed to follow Della where ever she moved in the room.

Moody then took Della upstairs and showed her the apartment that would be hers. It was almost as if they had stepped back in time. It was a furnished apartment with a sitting room, full bath that still retained its Edwardian charm, claw foot bathtub with hand held shower head. The bedroom was immense and dominated by a king size bed with a scalloped wooden canopy over it and must have been original to the house. A fireplace and built in bookcase and a desk completed the furnishings. The floors were covered with thick oriental carpets.

“I am afraid that the apartment does not have its own kitchenette Miss McCollough. You would have to use the house’s main kitchen. After all the house was renovated for student housing.” Moody explained. Again there was that feeling that the house was holding’s breath, was watching Della waiting to see what her response would be. Again Moody’s beady little eyes were drawn to the young auburn haired beauty’s ravishing figure.

“Mr. Moody, Miss McCollough!” Professor Charles Graham called. They could hear his footsteps on the stairs, coming down the hall echoing in the empty house. “Well what do you think Miss McCollough?” Charles asked his stepdaughter.

 

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"Well what do you think, Miss McCullough?"


Della rolled her eyes. Charles had won her over when her mother had introduced him by addressing her in such a formal way as a pre-teen. It reminded her of a Jane Austen novel, and she'd instantly taken to Charles.


She feigned a critical eye. "Well....it's a bit dated and much too dark in here," she motioned toward the windows that allowed little sunlight, "but all in all, I'd say Miss McCullough approves!" She broke out into a huge smile.


Both Charles and Mr. Moody breathed a collective sigh of relief. The heavy sapphire drapes and the ends of her hair rustled as if the house itself was glad she*like it as well.


In the parlor, Mr. Moody gathered his paperwork. "If you really want this place, it's available immediately." Mr. Moody produced a contract ready to be signed on the spot. It was just as well. Della didn't need time to think about it. She normally would read every word of a contract (her step-father had taught her this) but this time, she simply signed on the dotted line. He gave her a copy of the contract and a set of keys.


Mr. Moody smiled brightly at her for a moment. Then his eyes shifted to the portrait of Edwin Graham behind her and a shadow fell over his face. He was suddenly in a hurry to leave. He edged toward the door. "I do need to attend to other business. Please stay for a bit if you'd like and lock the door on the way out. There is a security system but some of the wiring needs to be replaced. We're happy to fix it if you'd like, but to be honest, I doubt you will need it." Mr. Moody forced a final smile and left.


As soon as the door closed, Della couldn't*contain her giddiness any longer, clapping her hands together.

"I absolutely LOVE it! Thank you so much for helping me find this place!" On impulse, she threw her arms around him, which immediately embarrassed him, his face turning red.


He bowed to her as if to say, "I'm always happy to help, my lady."


"Of course, it doesn't hurt that the place is supposedly haunted by ghosts, although I should thank your ghosts for landing me in this incredible house," she teased, pointing at the portrait of Edwin Graham, who overlooked them in a fixed stare. Della noticed the barely perceptible tightening of her step-father's jaw.


She instantly felt guilty. She knew he hated when she referred to the paranormal as ghosts because in his view, there were a number of entities that made up the paranormal.


"I'm only kidding." Her voice was soft as she looked up into his face. "And I promise to help with your research in any way I can."

 

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Unseen eyes watched as Della McCullough tour Raven’s Rest, a presence lurked in the deeper shadows of the house on the hill and breathed in the intoxicating fragrance of the young innocent auburn haired beauty. Yet it was not only the house that savored Della’s beauty but both Moody and her step father as well.

Charles Graham had blushed when Della had embraced him cooing, "but all in all, I'd say Miss McCullough approves!" Her body was warm and sensual as she innocently pressed it to his. Graham slowly stepped from the girl’s embrace. “I am glad you approve Miss McCullough." His voice was formal and it was obvious that he had not told Mr. Moody of their relationship.

Moody found it hard to keep his eyes off of the young Auburn haired beauty. The way her firm little derrière swayed as she climbed the stairs, the view of that sweet scented valley between her breasts as she bent to sign the lease contract. Yet when he saw the portrait of Edwin Graham glaring down at him all his fantasy concerning this young beauty seemed to evaporate and he was suddenly in a hurry to leave Raven’s Rest. "I do need to attend to other business.” Moody stammered as he quickly handed Della a copy of the lease. “Please stay for a bit if you'd like and lock the door on the way out. There is a security system but some of the wiring needs to be replaced. We're happy to fix it if you'd like, but to be honest, I doubt you will need it." and with a final nervous smile made a hasty departure.

"I absolutely LOVE it! Thank you so much for helping me finding this place!" Again Della threw her arms around her stepfather, which immediately embarrassed him, his face turning red. Charles Graham had been very well aware of how Della had blossomed into a gorgeous young beauty and the effect her supple young body had on men in general and him in particular. He stepped back again from her embrace. They chatted for a few moments before Graham excused himself and for the first time Della was alone with Raven’s Rest. A soft breeze caressed Della’s cheek. Her eyes seemed to be drawn to the portrait of Edwin Graham and a wicked smile now seemed to bow his thin lips as if he were welcoming her to his home or perhaps had a secret yet to be shared with her.

It took two more days before Della could move into Raven’s Rest. Beside the lease that she had already signed there was paper work to be filled out for the work study program that her stepfather had arranged for her. Moving day like all moving days was a day of organized chaos. When the day final wound down and Della went to her bed. The sinister presence of Raven’s Rest stirred as if wakening for a long slumber.

It had been watching her sense the first day she had put a foot across the threshold of Raven’s Rest. She had not been forced to enter the house on the hill but had innocently entered of her own free well. She had come to here, no matter how unwittingly, of her own free will, and It would make her Its own. That malicious presence waited, bided Its time until Della went to bed. It waited until her breathing was slow and even. Slipping from shadow to shadow it entered the young beauty’s dreams as she lay their caught in that half world between dreams and waking.

Della McCullough found herself in a dark Gothic world of grays and blacks. She was dressed in a long flowing gown of the last century, the corset she wore tightly cinched her trim little waist and cupped her firm young breasts. Its bodice left most of her chest bare and her areolas and nipples barely covered. There was a surrealistic look to the skeletal of the trees. There was a cracking, like dry wood being broken. “Such a delicious little morsel you are my dear.” There was a towering figure behind Della cloaked in black, a hood covered his face, yet the hellish glow of his eyes could be seen.

 

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She had frozen when she heard the limbs breaking. Every cell in her body listened to something her mind could not define. Her heart began to beat faster as did her breathing. As her corset constricted her, her chest was further pushed upward, exposing more of her breasts to the open air. She was acutely aware of the feel of the cool, damp air on her skin, the hardening of her nipples and the goose bumps on her arms.

When she'd heard the voice behind her, its menacing quality, its closeness, she'd whipped her head around to see who was behind her. It had been deadly still, not a single bit of a breeze up until the moment she turned around. But as soon as she turned, the wind whipped so violently every which way, her vision was completed obscured by her long hair.

Instinctively, she turned back around and then the voice was in her ear again, or was it her head? Not knowing the difference terrified her, and even if the she hadn't listened to what the voice said, she would have fled.

The voice, with its hard edge, said very simply, "Run." And she had. She had run down a long path in the darkness. When she hit the gravel, she stopped and looked up. With dismay, she saw her house. The house on the hill.

She felt a tug on her hair and then fingertips caress her arm. On the wind, she heard a whisper. A scream began to rise to her lips...

Della woke with a start, the dream fading quickly. She shivered. The room was terribly cold and she'd managed to kick the covers to the floor. She quickly grabbed them and cocooned herself. In the darkness, she listened. The house was quiet. Though she didn't remember her dream, her body had. It took a long time for her heart to slow and her mind to settle. She never quite warmed, but eventually she drifted off into dreamless sleep.

 

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“Such a delicious little morsel you are my dear.” His voice echoed in Della’s young mind. “Run” that voice commanded and as she ran the gnarled branches of the trees and bushes tore at her clothing. Della was gasping desperately trying to catch her breath. Suddenly the dark surrealistic landscape was gone and Della was sitting bolt upright in her bed gasping for breath. As Della violently awoke, rejoining the land of the waking the demonic presence drew back into the deepest shadow of the young girl’s room and the darkest recesses of Raven’s Rest. It watched and waited for Della to once more fall asleep.

This time it took a long time for the stunning young beauty to fall asleep. She tossed and turned and again she had kicked off her covers off. She was sprawled on the great bed, and slowly the demon essence drew near the sleeping girl. A ghostly handed reached out to again caress Della’s cheek. The young beauty was lost in the very deepest realms of sleep as it pulled up her nightshirt to bare her breasts and then pulled down her panties and cast them aside. The demon spread Della’s long shapely legs, his head dipped, and he tasted her sweet innocence.

The morning light streamed through Della’s bedroom window, the nagging ringing of her alarm insisting that she wake. The auburn haired beauty woke panityless and with her nightgown bunched up around her neck and her sheets entangling her ankles. One look at the bedside clock told Della if she did not hurry that she would be late for class.

The day was one of classes, shopping for groceries and a meeting with her stepfather Charles Graham to outline her responsibilities, her job to interview those that had experienced paranormal events in their life. Not only encounters with ghost and other malicious spirits but also those that had claimed to be possessed by demons. It was well past nine in the evening before Della could return to Raven’s Rest. A meal, a bath, and studies called for Della’s attention.

Once more the demonic presence shifted from shadow to shadow as he came to the sleeping young beauty once more. Again Della found herself in that dark gothic landscape of the night before. This time she was by the gravel drive,. The house on the hill seemed to be smiling down on her. Then she felt hands, strong hands grip her shoulders. He turned Della around and once more she was face to face with the hooded figure. Those haunting red eyes held the young beauty’s blue gray eyes captive. Della felt lips pressed to hers, fingers entwining in her silken auburn hair. That sinfully sensual, seductive kiss lingered on Della’s full ripe moist lips, deepened until time stood still. There was no past, no future, just here and now and this one sinfully seductive kiss. It lingered and deepened until they shared but a single life giving breath. When his lips parted from hers Della was left breathless.
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The hooded creature’s dark demonic eyes held Della’s soft blue-grey eyes captive in their Hellish gaze. Suddenly, violently, this demonic creature ripped the bodice of Della’s dress open bearing her naked breasts to that fiendish gaze. His fingers curled tighter into the girl’s fiery auburn main, he yanked the girl’s head back, then his head bent and he inhaled Della’s pale pink rosebud nipple.

The blaring of Della’s alarm clock shattered the young beauty’s dark haunting dream, calling her back from that half world where dreams and reality collide. Della awoke to find that in her sleep her night gown had been ripped open bearing her firm young breasts to the caress of the morning sun.

 

[Lala_Phoenix]

When she'd looked down at the ripped gown, she had been terrified. It was jarring - how had that happened? Her rational mind took over. There was a reasonable explanation for the state of her clothes when she had awoken this morning, she told herself. She was sure of this because there had to be.


Later that afternoon, she scrolled the internet for information about sleep disorders, which she'd read about in one of her psychology classes last semester. She was relieved when she read that a number of sleep disorders, such as sleep walking, night terrors, and REM movement disorder, could cause a person to move in their sleep and even mimic what they were dreaming about. And the even better part was it was usually a sign of stress or change in a person's life and rarely lasted long. She'd just moved, she was starting a new job, her class schedule was demanding - it made sense.


Her logical mind was satisfied but she couldn't quite rid herself of the disturbed feeling she'd had upon waking. It wasn't just the ripped gown. The part of the dream she remembered is she'd been locked in a passionate embrace with this dark figure - a figure that was frightening (those eyes) and yet she'd been complete enthralled with the touch of this stranger. When he ripped her corset and sucked and licked her nipple, she'd been shocked and thrilled. She loved the feel of his hands in her hair, arching her back. And though it made no sense and in some way scared her, she couldn't deny she wanted more of his lips and tongue and hands. They were the lips, tongue, and hands of someone who knew what they were doing.


Even when she'd woken up, as disturbed as she was, her body was still revved up, her breasts and nipples begging to be touched. She had flicked her sensitive nipple, which needed to be sucked and licked as before. Her entire body ached to be touched.


It had awoken something in her she had not ever experienced before. The boys in her past were fumbling amateurs compared to this mysterious stranger. Her body didn't cared about the fear or the man's eyes. When she woke up, she was wet. So wet, she felt embarrassed although she knew that was silly.


It wasn't like anyone knew.


That afternoon, she met with her step-father (at school, she referred to him by his proper title, Professor Graham) and his paranormal studies colleagues. There were two other students, Marcy and Ben, who were physiology majors working on their senior projects. They'd been a part of the group for the last 3 years. They were primarily responsible for assisting with equipment set up and monitoring. They also would help transcribe the recordings Professor Graham put in place during house visits. She and Professor Graham would interview subjects and Della would transcribe those sessions later for future reference.


They'd given her a file to review for their next case. As the sun was setting, she found herself curled up on an oversized chair in the conservatory reviewing the notes she'd been given. There was an apparent haunted farmhouse a half hour outside of town. The family said they'd been terrorized for the last 2 years by what they believe was a spirit who did not want them there. The situation had escalated to the point where the family feared for their safety. Their youngest child, Michael, had also started behaving strangely.


Eventually the conservatory darkened so that she couldn't see to read and she found her eyes growing heavy. Her mind slowly slipped away. Della hovered just below consciousness. She didn't dream exactly; it was more like she saw visions. Wrapped again in a kiss with her dark stranger, moaning as his teeth bit into her flesh and his hands llifted her skirt in the night air. In fact, Della was moaning in*her chair and woke herself up.


Wow, she thought. That had felt so real. And like this morning, her body felt aroused. She shook her head to clear it and wandered from the conservatory to the parlor, randomly examining the figurines and paintings, the few books on a side table. She found herself standing before Edwin Graham's portrait. She looked closely at him, his pale skin, the perfectly styled hair, his strong chin and piercing eyes. He was more than handsome but what struck her most was the cunning intelligence in his eyes. He eyes seemed to stare right through her.


On impulse, she reached out to touch the painting. She couldn't have said why she did it. He simply continued to gaze steadily at her. She turned and exited the room. Before she turned out the light, she gave him one last look and said, curiously coy, "Good night, Mr. Graham."

 

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The unseen eyes of Raven’s Rest watched as Della reached out to touch the painting. She couldn't have said why she did it there was an unusual warmth to the painting, a pulsating beat to its textured surface like the beating of a heart, but of course that was impossible, it was just a painting. Why had she done it*He simply*continued to gaze steadily at her. Della turned and exited the room. Before she turned out the light, she gave him one last look and said, curiously coy, "Good night, Mr. Graham." As the lights went out Edwin Graham’s portrait smiled down on Della McCullough and the house on the hill seemed to sigh “Till later my dear.”

With each little submission to the dark hooded creature of her dreams, Edwin Graham grew stronger. Though still a vaporous spirit Edwin moved from shadow to shadow till he hovered just outside of the young auburn haired beauty’s bath. He smiled as Della shed each layer of her clothing to stand before him in all her youthful naked glory as she drew her bath. Edwin bided his time until, relaxing in her bath; Della once more entered that half world between dreaming and reality.

Yet this time Della did not see herself in that dark surrealistic Gothic landscape of her previous dreams but saw herself relaxing in her bath. The room was let only by candlelight; there was the sweet scent of sandalwood and jasmine in the moist air. Della’s soft blue-gray eyes fluttered close. She felt fingers once more entwining in her luxurious auburn hair. Again she felt he head being drawn back, lips crushing to hers in a demanding and scandalous seductive kiss. A kiss that demanded that she submit and surrender the sweetness of her virgin mouth to her unseen lover. A hand cupped her breast and rolled her pale pink rosebud nipple between thumb and fore finger. A little pinch, a demanding tug of that sensitive little bud, her unseen lover toyed with her nipple until it crowned her puffy dusky pink areola and was as hard as a pebble. Then he turned his attention to Della’s neglected nipple.

Della McCullough was lost in a limbo world between waking and dreaming as her lover’s hand now trailed down over her quivering abdomen. That hand slipped between her legs, fingertips grazed Della’s soft velvet inner thigh. They slipped between the young auburn haired beauty’s soft coral pink virginal folds. Knowing fingers now began to coax the pearl of her passion from its hooded hiding place. Slowly, steadily Della McCullough dream world and reality were becoming one. Edwin Graham was now free to have his way with this young innocent.

 

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She was in the throes of physical bliss. The touch of an unseen stranger was accepted without a single question. Her rational mind had been banished. She'd given herself completely to her newfound, desparate need for carnal pleasure.

Her lover's fingers stroked her clitorus with a skilled, firm hand. Behind her eyelids, passion bloomed in a prism of colors as waves of lustful decadence consumed her. She soon found herself moaning uncontrollably as her clit became more and more sensitive to his touch. Her body strained against his fingers as her passion soured ever higher until she was teetering on the edge of some delicious void.

"Please," she begged. The stranger demanded Della plead for release. She reached out, needing to not only be touched but to touch. Her hands found nothing to latch onto. "Please," she cried out once more.

"As you wish, Miss McCullough," a voice whispered back. An image of her step-father floated to her mind and then was gone as her body's incessant yearning once more gripped her attention.

When her stranger's kiss traveled down her neck to her nipple and he bit hard, she gasped, her beestung lips forming a perfect O, before exploding against the the stranger's expert fingers. The moment slowed until time meant nothing - her pleasure was all that matter. Her tiny nub was all that mattered.

In that one moment, Della was changed forever. She'd crossed the threshold of gripping carnal desire. She could not fathom what pleasures awaited her.

 

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With each little sensual gasp, and each staggered moan of pleasure that bubbled from Della’s full moist ripe lips the malicious spirit of Edwin Graham grew strong. He savored the sweet intoxicating fragrance of the young beauty’s growing arousal and the way she so desperately pleaded; "Please,” her lithe young body arching to his touch. The young auburn haired beauty reached out, needing to not only be touched but to touch her unseen lover as well. "Please," Della begged him again; this young innocent could not hide her need for sexual release.

"As you wish, Miss McCullough," His voice a soft dark rich sensual whisper that was felt as much as it was heard as it wrapped around Della’s senses and caressed her young soul. There was a disquieting familiarity to that voice, Charles Graham her stepfather the only father she had ever known. That horrid thought was driven from her mind as her unseen lovers kiss floated down the sensual column of Della’s slender neck, explored her heaving breasts to sharply bite the girl’s nipple. Pain and pleasured mingled as Della came and came hard to those knowing fingers.

‘”Till later my proud little beauty I shall come to you again.” As Edwin Graham’s voice faded so did those pleasing knowing fingers.

Again the jarring demanding ringing of Della’s alarm woke her and left her wondering whether her bath was reality or just a vivid dream. Her day was filled with classes and meetings with her coworkers to review the latest interviews. One by one they went through them Ben took the next from the pile. “Here is a case of a young woman that thinks a ghostly lover comes to her each night. He paused for a moment before continuing. “The subject truly believes that this ghost can physically touch her and sexually satisfy her.” He looked between Marcy and Della. “I think this one needs to be discarded as the subject must truly be deranged.

As Della’s work study group was breaking up Ben hurried off but Marcy stayed behind. “Della are you OK? It seemed that that case study of the Girl and her ghostly lover upset you?” The two young women chatted about the case as Marcy walked Della back to Raven’s Rest. As they approached the house on the hill Marcy suddenly asked, “Can I come in Della I have heard so much about this house.”

Edwin Graham watched as the two young beauties enter the house, he sensed the dark sexual desire that simmered in the young redhead as she looked at Della. He let his own essence mingle with Marcy own sexual desire for Della.

Marcy became more aroused as she watched the sway of Della’s hips as she walked, seductively called to Marcy and her hunger for the innocent little auburn haired beauty grew stronger. No longer able to resist the growing hunger to posses the young beauty, on a dark impulse Marcy turned Della to face her fingers entwined in Della’s silken auburn hair and her lips crushed to Della’s in a demanding lover’s kiss. When Marcy’s lips finally parted from Della’s she whispered “I want you babydoll!” Marcy’s lips were just a breath away from Della’s and sensually brushed them with every word that she spook, her own young supple body pressed to Della’s.

Again her lips claimed the young auburn beauty’s full ripe lips, the tip of Marcy’s tongue slid across the bow of Della’s lips over the even white line of her teeth to once more force its way into the young girl’s mouth. Like her ghostly lover Marcy’s fingers curled tighter into Della’s luxurious fiery auburn mane. “Babydoll let me show you the pleasure a woman can bring to that gorgeous young body of yours.” Marcy dark smoldering hazel eyes held Della’s soft blue-gray eyes captive in her lustful gaze. Marcy’s delicate fingers toyed with the top button of Della’s blouse. “No need to be shy Babydoll.” The top button of Della’s blouse popped open and Marcy’s fingers slid down to the second button.

 

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Della broke away and led Marcy into the house and into the parlor. All thoughts of a tour were gone. Marcy pulled Della into an embrace. Marcy's eyes are dark. Della was mesmerized by the thin amber color that ringed her enormous pupils.Della's attention focused on Marcy's full red lips that begged to kiss and be kissed. The two girls simultaneously reached for each other and kissed passionately, their tongues dancing frantically, deepening the kiss with each breath.

Della was so intoxicated by desire, she couldn't think straight. Her body and soul sought one thing - pleasure. In her rational mind, Della would never be so bold but now, the energy of the house transformed her. Della bit Marcy's bottom lip, causing Marcy to gasp.

"You bad little girl," Marcy said huskily, pulling Della's hair in a way she'd come to love of late. "I can assure you I'll pay you back for that."

Della was caught off guard. "What?

"Quiet." Marcy instructed, pressing a finger against Della's beestung lips..

Della obliged. Marcy's fingers expertly removed her shirt, tracing her fingers up sides, sending chills up Della's spine. She quickly discarded her own and the girls began kissing and discarding clothing until they were naked save for their panties. Their nipples rubbed against each other, the smallest sensation now having a big effect on the now dripping wet Della. Marcy pushed Della down on one of the couches and trailed kisses down neck and collar bone down to just above Della's nipple, causing Della to arch in anticipation.

Instead, Marcy teased the other breast, licking along the bite mark.

"Miss McCullough, you bad girl, you. Someone else has been tasting your treats, haven't they?" Marcy murmured into Della's ever hot skin.

"Yes," Della gasped. She was helplessly lost in feeling of Marcy's lips on her wanting flesh, her hands kneading her breasts as she began licking and sucking her nipples hard, so hard, she could barely stand it, her wanting core overflowing. She'd never known such sweet, agonizing pleasure.

At last, Marcy began kissing ever lower. Every kiss brought her closer to Della's quivering center. She licked down to her panties before kissing and teasing Della through her panties. She inhaled Della's sweet nector, savoring it.


Next she moved down, planting wet sweet kisses along her inner thighs before pulling Della's thong off and spreading her wide. Della thought she might die in anticipation. Marcy's eyes stared, hypnotized by Della's pink flowered folds. She reached out and traced a finger down the length of Della and then sucked her juices, moaning in escacy.

Finally, Marcy she leaned down, again inhaling her scent before she began to kiss Della's most delicate bud. Della's eyes fluttered closed, caught up once again in rapture.

The jolt of Marcy's lips and tongue caused Della to almost sit upright. The fingers that had coaxed her in the bathtub were nothing compared to Marcy's real touch. Her hot breath adding more sensation. Marcy's tongue was aggressive, showing no mercy, not that Della wanted mercy. She wanted anything but mercy. She found her fingers entangled in Marcy's curly hair, pressing her down.

Behind Marcy, Edwin Graham beheld the girls from above, his portrait dominating the parlor.

Marcy continued to consume her, sending her soaring higher and higher. Just when she thought she'd reached the stratosphere, she felt Marcy insert a finger into her virgin pussy. She cried out as Marcy began to pulse her finger in and out, while licking and sucking her clit. Her eyes fluttered open to gaze upon Marcy devouring her and penetrating her with a finger. Only to her horror it wasn't Marcy she saw ravishing her.

In the split second before she began screaming, she heard a voice say, "Come for me, Miss McCullough," and her body betrayed her, coming hard, shooting her into a physically rapturous state while her mind spiraled into hysteria.

 

[cgraven]

Marcy did not know what had come over her. Oh she was sexually attracted to the little auburn haired beauty but to be so aggressive to initiate a sexual encounter was so unlike her. She could hardly believe it was her own voice that huskily cooed “I want you babydoll!” When Della had nip her lower lips Marcy chided Della "You bad little girl," Marcy placed her finger to Della full ripe lips to hush any reply the young beauty might make. It was then that the first button of Della’s blouse surrendered to Marcy’s delicate fingers. The winsome young beauty slowly undid the remaining buttons of Della’s blouse as she slowly stripped the young auburn beauty of her blouse and bra. When Della began to remove her blouse, soon both young beauties were naked to the waist. Marcy sensual little kisses explored the firm contours of Della’s firm young breasts and she breathed "Miss McCullough, you bad girl, someone else has been tasting your treats, haven't they?"

Those little seductive Kisses floated down over Della’s quivering abdomen, a lover’s nip at the little hollow where hip and thigh met. Marcy’s hot moist breath washed over Della’s panty clad pussy. Marcy teased the hapless young beauty and had Della panting and pleading for sexual release and yet she stilled denied the young virgin. It was at this moment that Edwin Graham fully extended his dark essence and completely possessed Marcy. Her lips, his lips lashed Della’s clit with mouth, tongue and teeth. Marcy’s finger, his finger pressed into Della’s chaste young body as he began to side his finger in and out of her tight little pussy. Soon a second finger joined the first. Della was lost in her sinful ecstasy, her smoldering azure blue eyes fluttered open gaze upon her lover, to gaze upon Marcy devouring her delicious sweet pussy and the girl’s knowing fingers penetrating her, fucking her. Only to her horror it wasn't Marcy she saw ravishing her.

In the split second before she began screaming, she heard a voice say, "Come for me, Miss McCullough," Even as Della’s innocent young mind screamed “No” her treacherous young body screamed “Yes, Yes, Oh god yes!”

The young beauty screamed again this time in horror for it was not her young lover Marcy that Della saw supping on her virgin innocence but Edwin Graham. Della’s rational mind rebelled at what she saw, what she thought she saw, it was impossible the man had been dead for over a hundred year. The reality of what she felt, what she saw could not be, Yet Della came hard, and her supple young body arched pressing her greedy little pussy to that mouth that brought her such unimagined pleasure. Della was lost in a swirling world of physical rapture while her innocent young mind spiraled into hysteria.

When Della regain consciousness she was laying in Marcy’s arms and they were in Della’s own bed. “You are a very bad little girl Babydoll.” Marcy’s voice was husky choked with passion it was her voice but not. Before Della could speak Marcy’s mouth crushed to hers in a demanding kiss. That kiss lingered and deepened until time lost all meaning. There was no past, no future, just here and now and that one all consuming kiss. When Marcy’s lips parted for the young auburn beauty’s she placed a single finger on Della’s full ripe lips. ”You shall now please me with that sweet little mouth of yours and that naughty little pink tongue of yours Miss McCullough!”

There was something haunting, strange about Marcy’s voice. Della could feel the fingers of both of the girl’s hands curling tightly into her silken hair as she brought Della to her own firm young breast.

 

[Lala_Phoenix]

Della tenatively licked Marcy's brown nipples before closing her mouth over her aereolas and kissing her lightly. She looked up at Marcy to see if she was doing it right, unsure of herself even as her own lust began to unfurl. Marcy's smile and appreciative nod encouraged her and she continued to flicked her tongue rapidly across the nipple and twisted the other nipple until Marcy cried out.

Della breathed in the essence of Marcy as well as her own. It was a heady mix. Della's rising passion drove her and she found Marcy's clit with one hand and her own clit in the other and began to rub agressively, smearing their sweet nectar all over.

"It's not your turn, greedy girl" Marcy interjected, slapping Della's hand away from herself. She rolled Della on her back and quickly straddled her so that her pussy was right above Della's full lips. Della breathed in Marcy's scent and curled her arms around Marcy's shapely thighs. Marcy peered down at her with a triumphant look in her half-hooded eyes.

Keeping eye contact, Della began to lick Marcy, finding her swollen nub and rolling her tongue over it, flicking it.

"Harder," Marcy's voice demanded, "use your teeth." Della did as she was told, losing herself in Marcy's pussy and sucking and latching on to her clit as Marcy rode Della's sweet face and lips to escacy. Marcy groaned as she came and demanded Della lick every drop of her cum from her.

Della's first taste of cum was like experiencing fireworks in her mouth. She was electrified by it. She drank it as if she was dying of thirst. It fully aroused her even as Marcy faded into sleep.
Della unconscously began to stroke her own clit even as she thought over the few days. Edwin Graham's face staring back at her when just before she came had terrified her. It was all so silly. She'd been so disoriented by passion, her eyes had betrayed her. Edwin Graham had been in the room, she conceeded, but only from a portrait on the wall.

This was a fact, she told herself, and so put the incident out of her mind.

The last few days had certainly been eye opening. She smiled to herself when she thought about her stranger's fingers coaxing her to climax. She realized she'd missed out on a lot by being the studious, ever virtuous Della growing up. Virtually every girl she knew had been fingered in high school. Not Della.

Della had been too busy reading her books and trying to figure out how people worked. She'd had enormous amounts of pressure from her mother and Charles to do well in school. She'd been worried about SATs and college and had hidden away from the world. Now Della feared she'd let her entire life pass her by until the last few days.

And now look at me, Della said to herself, now you're a sex-crazed lunatic. She smiled to herself - she was sort of proud of being a sex-crazed lunatic. She felt free.

As if on queue, her unconsciously rubbing paid off and she felt herself detonate and spiral out of control as an unexpected orgasm hit her.

Unknown to Della, she'd been given an order by Edwin Graham himself just moments earlier and she'd disobeyed. "Not your turn," he'd said. And yet what had she done? Insulted him with her insolence and defiance.

 

[cgraven]

Edwin Graham’s portrait smiled down on the two young beauties. His essence had slowly possessed Marcy and like a gorgeous little puppet she did his will as he seduced the innocent young Della. How sweet she was her nectar like summer wine. But it was not for her to receive pleasure but it was the young auburn haired beauty’s place to give pleasure to him. Marcy had become a very demanding lover. Edwin had whispered in the silence of Della’s mind "It's not your turn, greedy girl". She'd disobeyed, defied his will and Insulted him with her insolence defiance and for that she would pay.

When Marcy awoke the next morning she could not believe that she was laying naked in Della’s bed, the little naked Auburn haired beauty curled lovingly to her side. Oh God! what had she done? It was true that she was attacked to Della, and had fantasized what it would be like to make love to her, but it had been just that a fantasy. Marcy blushed crimson she had never meant for things to go this far after all she loved Ben. Marcy quickly slipped from the bed and began searching for her clothing. She was frantic as little glimpses of the night before came racing back to her. She heard Della stirring in the bed those soft blue-gray eyes smiling up at Marcy adoringly. “This never happened Della……. I am not a lesbian.” Marcy ran naked from the room. Silent laughter filled Raven’s Rest with the malicious glee of its Lord and Master Edwin Graham.

That Malicious spirit had enjoyed toying both of the young vivacious beauties but Miss McCullough had disobeyed his will and for that she must pay. Edwin decided that her disobedience would cost Della her preciously guarded virginity. Initially he had planed that her stepfather would be the one to take her virginity Yet Charles had been resisting his influence so another must be found, someone of low moral character, an individual that held himself in contempt, a person he could easily tempt and then to Possess fully.

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John Moody dreaded returning to Raven’s Rest there was something about the house that frightened him. He knew it was irrational but he felt that the house on the Hill was alive and possessed of a demonic spirit. Yet there was no putting it off any longer he had to make sure the alarm system was in working order and that would require him to once more return to Raven’s Rest. With a beleaguered sigh he dialed Della McCullough’s number. The more the phone ran the more nervous Moody became. “Miss McCullough his is John Moody of Knight Reality I wonder if it would be convenient If I came out on Friday afternoon to repair the alarm system. Your lease requires that you be present whenever any work is being done.

As soon as Moody entered Raven’s Rest Edwin Graham knew this was the man he was looking for. He was perfect, he could not take his beady little eyes off of young Miss McCullough and the dumpy little balding repulsive man was no young beauty’s idea of a lover. Yes he was the perfect pawn to claim this winsome young beauty’s virginity and to punish her for her insolence defiance.

With each of Della’s little surrenders to Edwin’s sensual seduction he had grown stronger and when she had accepted Marcy as her lover for that night of wild passion Edwin was freed from his long years of imprisonment. Now to toy with both the repulsive Moody and the gorgeous Miss McCullough.

That night Edwin came to Della as she once more languished in that half world between dreams and reality. A Masked lover came to Della as she lay in her bed. He ripped back the covers from her sleeping body, then ripped open the young beauty’s nightgown bearing her gorgeous naked body to him. He laughed as he sat astride of the young beauty and bound her hands above her head. “Have you laid with an man my sweet little Bitch, or do you lay only with other women.” This masked man seemed to know about Marcy. Della’s legs were being pulled apart and bound. He was between her thighs and his dark eyes held Della’s soft blue-gray eyes captive. He lowered his head to sup on Della’s delicious little pussy. When he raised his head once more his face glistened with the proof of the girl’s own sinful arousal. “So before I fuck you girl, are you still a virgin.”

Della suddenly awoke with a start to find her nightgown torn open and cords hanging limp from the headboard and footboard of her bed as if waiting to encircle her dainty wrist and trim little ankles.

Della was not the only one that Edwin Graham visited with a sensual dream. John Moody saw himself in Della’s bedroom acting out the dream that Edwin had tormented her with. He whispered in the lustful silence of his mind. “All this can be yours John If you just surrender to my will.” The man of his dream was powerful and self assured as he took what he wanted and what he wanted was Miss Della McCullough. Yes, Oh god yes I want to be that man. And so the creature that was john Moody slowly faded away and a new entity possessed his body.

 

[Lala_Phoenix]

"This never happened, Della...I'm not a lesbian!" Through bleary eyes, Della had struggled to understand what Marcy was talking about. The night's previous escapades had not caught up to her consciousness and laughably, she'd thought to herself she wasn't a lesbian either. Then the memories tumbled back.

Her mind could barely get around what had happened or why Marcy left the way she did. It had been Marcy who had initiated any contact between the two. She'd inhaled Della and then when it was her turn, she had made it impossible for Della to do anything but what she had wanted. Not that Della had not wanted to please Marcy - but Marcy had been the one who demanded service. How could Marcy look at her that way, accusingly, as if it were Della's fault she felt the way she did.

Della couldn't explain what had happened but she didn't go around blaming other people. She'd done nothing wrong, she told herself, but deep down, she did feel to blame. It was how she felt with her mother all those years ago before Charles came into their lives.

There are an awful lot of things parents can keep from their children, Della's mother had been unable to keep her darkest depression from Della. As a child, Della had been mostly happy but there had been whole sections of her youth where her mother had been a virtual hermit. For months at a time, Della would come home from school to a dark house, her mother never having gotten out of bed, and had had to coax her to speak to Della. During those times, her mother went through the motions of feeding and clothing Della but she rarely engaged wth her. She didn't play with her. When she took her out, she wouldn't brush her hair or wear anything but sweats. Worse, she would sometimes stare at Della accusingly, like Marcy had, and tell Della she reminded her of Della's father.

Once she overheard her mother tell a friend that she had no life because of what Della's father had done to her and then sobbed for a week afterward. It had crushed Della and formed a wound that had never been healed.

What her father had done was die, leaving her alone to raise Della. That was hardly his fault and it certainly wasn't Della's fault. But somewhere inside her, her mother blamed her even if it wasn't fair, and so Della had accepted the guilt of her mother's terrible bouts of depression. Even after Charles came into the picture and helped her mother receive appropriate treatment, Della had kept feeling guilty.

Now, Della found herself in a vulnerable, dark place. Marcy's reaction had had the effect of bringing Della's past troubles into the the foreground of Della's mind. Della longed for those moments just two days ago where she felt in pure bliss, where the past, present, and future did not matter, where only rapture and lust and losing oneself mattered. Now, far from Della's memories of the last few days were the disturbing moments of hearing her step-father while she was in the throes of passion, seeing Edwin Graham tonguing her clit, her continued night terrors with the ripped night gowns - all of that had been reduced to unimportant details.

And so, after the debacle with Marcy and her resulting mood, Della had cocooned herself at home, running away from the heartache that had penetrated her happiness. She had not gone to her classes that day. Instead she'd laid in her bed and had cried and dreamt. The next day, Friday, she decided to skip her classes again as well as her paranormal meeting. She had texted her step-father saying she was feeling a bit under the weather and was going to stay home and rest lest she become ill. It was just as well that Mr. Moody would be coming.

***

Mr. Moody came calling in the early afternoon. Della had answered the door freshly showered in an old t-shrit and a pair of shorts. She smiled brightly when she saw him. She'd wanted to stay home and had felt safe being there, regrouping, but she was glad to see another human being and Mr. Moody had been very nice when he'd shown her the house.

She invited him in and they made small talk as he examined the components of the security system. She could have left him to do the work himself but she was happy to have someone to talk to who didn't know anything about her. The longer she talked to Mr. Moody, the more she liked him. Caught under some spell, she misinterpreted his oogling eyes as kind-hearted and empathetic.

Finally after forty-five minutes of working, Mr. Moody told her there was just one other part of the system he need to examine before he left.

 

[cgraven]

Della innocent young soul had no defense against the demonic power of Edwin Graham all her fears, self doubts were laid bare to him. The sorrow of her childhood, the rejection of her mother, and this fragile young beauty’s need to be needed and cherished. Yet neither were the dark desires’ of men’s hearts and souls hidden from him either. He knew that Charles Graham harbored indecent thought and desires when it came to his stepdaughter. Edwin knew that he had so far resisted these dark urges and black desires for he had in his own mind placed Della on a pedestal and saw her as a chaste, pure untouched virgin.

John Moody was quite a different man. He was weak, full of self loathing, a man that saw the world as a place that conspired against him. He was a man that lusted after that which he could not have. It had taken so little for him to sell his measurable soul with the promise that he could have the adorable young auburn haired beauty, that he could do whatever he wished to with young Miss McCullough gorgeous young body, all it took was te vision of her tied spread-eagled to her bed. What John Moody did not realize was that it would not be him that took the ravishing young but Edwin Graham. His soul would be burning in agony in hell as Edwin used his body for his own dark purpose.

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It was late on Friday afternoon when Moody came to work on the alarms system of Raven’s Rest. As the hapless man stepped over the threshold of the house on the hill his soul slowly began to leave his body his beady little eyes drank in the sensual beauty of the young beauty of the young girl, old t-shrit that accentuated the firm curve of her breasts and the shorts that highlighted her delicious little derrière. Then he was gone and Edwin Graham was the master of that repulsive body.

Della seemed to be in desperate need of human contact, invited him in and she stayed with him and made small talk as he examined the components of the security system. Somehow he seemed different than when she had first met him, perhaps more animated and a touch of the rough as he kidded with her as he worked. Finally after forty-five minutes of working, Moody casually told Della there was just one other part of the system he need to examine before he left a junction box in her apartment.

Edwin in the guise of John Moody followed the winsome young beauty to her apartment when they reached it he pulled out a blueprint of the alarm system. “The Junction box is in the bedroom according to the blue print Miss McCullough.”

Moody followed Della in to her bedroom and silently closed the door behind him. “So before I fuck you girl, are you still a virgin.” His voice was rich dark and quite terrifying she felt it as much as heard. They were the same words that her attacker had used in her dream. When Della turned to face him she saw the rope in his hand and a demonic glow in his eyes. John Mood looked anything but human.

 

[Lala_Phoenix]

She was instantly of two minds when she saw his eyes. The eyes from the first dream! The dark stranger! One part of her brain cried. The part of her mind that could not register the insanity of the moment, calmly said it wasn't possible.

She felt her blood and arms and legs froze solid even as her mind raced. She screamed, NO, but nothing came out of her mouth. It didn't matter; Mr. Moody or the stranger or whatever THAT was answered her anyway.

"YES!" He sneered and bit at the air in front of her. Her eyes widened in horror as he slowly walked toward her, saliva dripping like a wild animal. Her heart beat frantically against her ribcage. One step, two steps, and then she simply stopped breathing in fear. She was about to lose consciousness when his hand touched her.

Instantly, her frozen body and mind were released from their momentary artic prison. Now, her mind and body reacted by instinct alone.

"NO," she screamed at him, this time so loudly it was defeaning in her own ears. She shoved him away, scratching at him when he stumbled back. He still had a grip on her but she whirred around, her auburn hair flying wildly, and made a go for the door. He tackled her legs and brought her down hard on the floor, knocking the air out of her. She groaned at the pain reverberating throughout her body.

For a second, she was stunned and Moody yanked her violently back toward the bed. His hands felt like vices and his hands felt like claws that dug into her hips as he tried to lift her, kicking and screaming, off the floor.

She punched and elbowed him until he faltered. This time she went for one of the windows that face the front of the house. It was her only chance. Campus was across the street. Someone would see her. Someone would hear her. They had to. Trying desparately to unlock the window and then frantically struggling to yank it up, she started screaming incoherently for help.

She was about to start beating the window pane when Moody's hands fisted her hair painfully and pulled her backwards. Her face was pulled away from the windows and the curtains closed back in place, leaving no indication something was amiss. It was as if the House on the Hill had swallowed Della into its dreadful belly.

 

[cgraven]

Edwin Joshua Graham liked his women young and innocent and Miss Della McCullough certainly was, not yet twenty, she was a stunning young beauty. He also liked toy with his young beauties as a cat toys with a mouse. He loved the shocked look in those stormy blue-gray eyes when in the guise of Moody he had so calmly asked, “So before I fuck you girl, are you still a virgin.” The way she had frozen in place before him as he screamed “YES” and licked his lips in anticipation. Now delightful was the first thought that came to his mind, a virgin, and such a stunning young creature to boot in this jaded day and age. Edwin smiled when Della made her desperate break for the door. He was the Lord and Master of Raven’s Rest and he knew that door would not open for the girl unless he willed it.

Oh how the little beauty fought to protect her honor and virtue. She fought Edwin tooth and nail. He yanked the terrified young girl back towards the bed. He laughed as her little fists pounded on his chest, her futile little efforts to elbow him as she broke for the window her last avenue of escape. Oh how desperately Della pulled and tugged at the window sash, but like the door it refused to budge. Her little fists beat on the window pane as she desperately sought to draw attention to her plight. Della’s fiery auburn hair was like silk as his finger curled into those rich luxurious tresses, he fisted his hand and again throw the terrified struggling beauty to the bed. This time Della found herself entangled in the sheets as if the bed itself was trying to hold her captive. Before she could free herself Edwin, in the guise of Mood was astride of her his hands clamped around her wrists and his body pinning her to the bed. He smiled down at her a lecherous grin bowing Moody’s thin lips. “I am going to enjoy fucking that tight little virgin pussy of yours girl.”

Della continued to struggle in her futile attempt to avoid the fate this man had in mind for her. As she tried to buck him off of her, to break loose of his hold on her, but the man she knew as Moody was too strong for her. Suddenly and without the slightest warning his hand flashed like lightening as he slapped her, stunning the young beauty for a moment. That was all it took for Moody to bind Della’s right hand to the beds head board. In no time her left wrist was also bound in place. Her desperate struggle in the end had proven to be futile. Della McCullough found herself bound and spread-eagled just as she had been in her dream, helpless and at this man’s mercy.

Those terrifying haunting eyes gazed down upon her, that twisted smile seeming to savor her helpless position. “You are quite beautiful my child.” Della’s t-shirt had been ripped in her desperate bid to escape. The sound of material being torn filled her sense as he ripped the shirt from her bound body. “Shall we get you out of those shorts my dear?” There was no hint of a question in his voice, but rather a mere statement of what was to be. That malicious gaze captured Della’s tear shimmering eyes, his finger tips trailed over the smooth flawless skin of the girl’s quivering abdomen to toy with the little button that held Della short’s closed. That little button surrendered to his fingers, the soft metallic whisper caressed Della’s senses as he slowly pulled the zipper of her shorts down and cool air caressed the girl’s newly bared skin. He pulled a knife from his pocket, opened it, and locked the blade in place. Whiteout a word he slowly began to cut Della’s shorts from her bound young body.

There was nothing Della could do to stop him but plead and hope that he would relent. This was nothing like the strangers of her dreams sensual caress, or her ghost lover in her bath, and there was none of the dark sweet passion or pleasure when she and Marcy had made love. He tossed aside the tattered remains of Della’s shorts, her bra and panties were the last vestiges of modesty left to the young virgin. Again that malicious smile, as he cut her bra from her. The tip of his knife rested at the base of Della’s left nipple. “I told you Miss McCullough ‘It's not your turn, greedy girl”. With those words the image of John Moody shimmered and Della was face to face with Edwin Graham.

 

[Lala_Phoenix]

Della's mind had collapsed in on itself in fear when he'd pulled her from the window. As the bedsheets enveloped her, her brain reached back into some dark recess. Her inexplicable thought was not to scream at Moody to stop or yell for help. Instead, she'd garbled on incoherently, repeating over and over, "You're not my prince! You're not my prince! You're not my...."

Fairytales warp young girls' hearts and for someone as isolated from boys as Della was, this was especially true. The boys in her neighboring high school had offered her kisses over the year, an embarrassing angry red hickey once when she was 15, an over-the-clothes feel up at 17, and as senior, a semi-serious boyfriend who she'd talked with every night and who she saw nearly every weekend. She'd been crushed when Phillip, who until that night had been a perfect gentleman, got drunk at his college going away party and kissed another girl in front of Della. Della had felt such betrayal, she hadn't said goodbye to Phillip, despite his heartfelt apologies. These were the limits of Della's dealings with men.

Her broken mind had latched on to this ridiculous fairytale dream of a prince. The fact her mind went to this train of thought was especially painful for Della just now because her past experiences were made particularly laughable as she lay helpless completely bound, about to be raped.

In some ways, it was just as well that Della's attention was brought back to the here and now when Moody pulled a knife and began to cut her clothes off. He'd taken great care to go slow and take in every shaky breath Della heaved as he cut her bra off, even flicking her pale pink nipple with his knife before...

Before the face of Moody was somehow distorted and rearrange itself into the face of Edwin Graham. She nodded her head violently to the side. It can't be. You've gone mad just like your mother. You can't face the truth. It's Moody. She didn't know if she said anything out loud or not, but it didn't matter. Graham's sadistic laughter rang out.

He made a "shall we continue" gesture with his hands and knife. Only her white lace panties remained. Della stopped struggling lest her cut her and stared down helplessly as he lifted the band of her panties and made the first cut. He slowly cut away down, ever closer to her feminine core.

"No, please," she whispered, her chest painfully rising with each breath. "Please."

Graham's face with filled with rapturous lust and violence. He clearly coveted her fear and her body. With a flash of violence, he ripped the panties away, finally stripping Della bare.

She tried desperately to close her legs but the binds prevented any modesty. Instead, she lay exposed - her body, mind, and soul - for Edwin Graham to see. And his expression said it all.
Now that he approached the bed, she began to struggle again against her restraints. He beamed a malevolent approving smile down at her. To her horror, she realized he wanted her to fight. She cried out to God or whoever could help her to do it now but no one did help her.

Despite her struggles, he easily got in bed next to her as if he were spooning her and forced her to be still by painfully gripping her hair and pinning both of her legs with his one. His breathed heavy on the side of her face. She whimpered and tried unsuccessfully to angle her face away.

"Oh, Della, Della," came a whisper in the still air as his hand slid onto her belly and Graham began making small circles on her flesh. Della's repulsion was immediate. Goosebumps broke out on her skin. She pleaded with him to stop but his hand slowly crept up to her breast until he began to knead and squeeze them. He circled her delicate nipple with his finger, bringing it to life. He flicked against its stiff bud as she quivered and pleaded with him to stop. He was close enough to take the other in his mouth, teasing the nipple.

The worst moment of Della's life to that point happened in the next instant. Her mind screamed no, demanded that he stop, that he get his hands and mouth off of her, but her body. Her body knew those hands and mouth and her body wanted what they could offer. She felt herself become wet despite her absolute horror and worse, Graham knew it. His devilish masked gleamed and he licked the side of her face in a grotesque display of appreciation. Her raspy breath was a mixture of excruciating mental pain and horror and her body's wanton desire.

Graham quickly moved his hand down to her exposed pussy and roughly began to rub her clit. Della's sobbing began as his assault continued even as her ragged breath belied the sexual tension in her body.

 

[cgraven]

As Della lay there bound spread-eagled to the bed with Edwin Graham lying beside her toying with her breasts his mouth suckling that sweet pale pink rosebud nipple as his other hand tugged and pinched the girls other nipple. The finger tips of his of his free hand floated down over the hapless young beauty’s quivering abdomen, they traced idle little random patterns on the soft velvet skin of Della’s inner thighs. Those knowing figures next roughly assaulted the bound beauty’s throbbing clit.

“Della, Della what a naught young girl you are babe, all wet and ready to be fucked.”

Even as she screamed “NO” they both knew what her hungering young body craved. “Did you like it when your little redheaded lover licked your clit and fingered your tight little virgin pussy?” Della now knew that she had been seen as Marcy made love to her. The heel of Edwin’s hand ground against Della’s clit as his fingers toyed with the sparse tawny copper down of her pussy. “ We shall have to do something about this baby doll!”

Edwin, or was it Moody rolled from the bed humming to himself and disappeared into the bathroom. Della could hear him rummaging through the draws and medicine cabinet as she lay bound and helpless on the bed unable to stop whatever he intended to do to her. When he returned he was carrying a blow of steaming water. Without saying a word, but smiling in that wicked malicious manner of his, he pulled a bar of soap from his jacket pocket. He lathered his hands and then bent and slowly and sensually began to lather the sparse hair of Della’s bush. Then from his other pocket he drew an old fashion straight razor. “Now be very still baby doll less I cut you.” Cold unyielding steel caressed warm supple flesh. The sensual rash of the razor against Della’s delicate skin assaulted her senses. With each rasping pass of that razor nothing was left in its wake but bare skin. By the time he was finished Della was naked as the day she was born without a single fine hair to hide her naked perfection from his leering gaze.

“Much better babydoll.” With each word he spoke the stray hairs at the nape of her neck danced so seductively. Again his hand dipped into a pocket of his jacket, this time he pulled out a bottle, he poured glistening oil into the palms of his hand. He rubbed his hands together then began to sensual massage Della’s shaven pussy. When the hapless young virgin mewing and gasping with the first taste of pleasure his hands slipped from her, suddenly Della’s gorgeous young body was denied his sensual touch, the seductive caress of his finger tips, and lips. He knew her body was ready, aching for more, and Edwin smiled as he calmly said. “I am going to rape you now Miss McCullough!”

Edwin Joshua Graham positioned himself between Della’s wide spread thighs, his eyes were cold unfeeling as he held her tear shimmering and smoldering blue-grey eyes captive in his gaze. She could feel the velvet tip of his cock brush her silken inner thigh, felt his hand between their bodies as he positioned his cock to claim her virginity. He could easily have simply drove his hips forward and claim the prize he desired, too simple, too quick, this tasty little morsel needed to suffer before her stunning young supple body betrayed her. Slowly he rolled his hips to Della’s until just the tip of his cock pressed to her throbbing clit and had just entered her chaste young body. It was not a matter of letting the girl adjust to him but a slow march to the inevitable, a time for Della’s young mind to anticipate the pain of her defilement. That slow painful march had the tip of his cock pressed painfully to Della’s maidenhead the physical proof of her chaste virginity. He drew his hips back the thrust forward hard sweeping away Della’s maidenhead away her chaste virginity now nothing more than a fading memory.

 

[Lala_Phoenix]

When the pain came, it was all encompassing. She had squeezed her eyes shut and the pain passed through her in fiery orange and red sparks behind her eyelids. She was very far away from her reality. She rode the pain and the light for an endless time until Edwin's grunts snapped her back.

Once more, she was in the present, Edwin Graham still thrusting hard into her and she was locked in his bottomless eyes. They, too, had wide black pupils and were rimmed in amber. Her pain was less now and her mind was finding it hard to keep up with everything that was happening.

Her body was coping with so many new sensations, Della was in a state of shock. The pain had lessened now, but she was still being taken, violently. Her body registered the new feel of a cock inside for the first time, how it stretched her from within. With every thrust, Edwin Graham's body rubbed her painfully engorged nipples. Horrified, she realized her body was betraying her in the worst way. How could her body condone such violence? Where her inner voice had been protesting Edwin Graham's treacherous invasion, now she used all of her psychic might to will herself not to come. Stop! Don't! Don't Don't Don't!

But her body ignored her and she felt a recently-familar rising sensation. Edwin Graham's dick filled her completely and every time he pulled out, her body whimpered for him to come back into her. She cried out desparately both in protest to her own reaction and in complete rapture with what her body felt. Edwin Graham's laughter was immediate. He spead up, his balls slapping loudly against her skin in yet another sensory experience.

And then she lost the battle entirely and her resistence was all but forgotten.

She erupted, coming hard around Edwin Graham's cock, quacking uncontrollably as a prism of colors danced in her periphery. She was unaware of her screams as she continued to come and have after shocks. Her muscles squeezed him so tightly he groaned loudly before he began shooting his boiling liquid lava into Della's still quaking pussy.

 

[cgraven]

Edwin Joshua Graham positioned himself between Della’s wide spread thighs, his eyes were cold unfeeling as he held her tear shimmering and smoldering blue-grey eyes captive in his gaze. He could easily have simply driven his hips forward and claim the prize he desired her virginity, too simple, too quick, this tasty little morsel needed to suffer before her stunning young supple body betrayed her. Slowly he rolled his hips to Della’s until just the tip of his cock pressed to her throbbing clit and had just entered her chaste young body. It was not a matter of letting the girl adjust to him but a slow march to the inevitable, a time for Della’s young mind to anticipate the pain of her defilement. That slow painful march had the tip of his cock pressed painfully to Della’s maidenhead the physical proof of her chaste virginity. He drew his hips back the thrust forward hard, sweeping away Della’s maidenhead away, as he claimed her chaste virginity, which now nothing more than a fading memory.

Edwin Graham savored the young scream of lost. He loved the image of Moody’s short fat little body pounding into Della’s young gorgeous body, beauty and the beast, He threw back his head and laughed as he savored that obscene image. The young auburn haired beauty’s soft blue-gray eyes fluttered open to fall captive to the wide black pupils of his soulless amber rimmed eyes. Graham reveled in the flash of Della’s conflicting emotions flash in the tear shimmer depth of her stunningly expressive eyes, searing pain, fear, and something darker as well, even as her pious young mind screamed “NO”. He watched as Della’s ravishing young body began to respond to him. This only spurred Graham to fuck the young innocent all the harder.

The pain that had ripped through every fiber of her supple young body when Graham had claimed Della’s virginity had now faded to a dull ache, and that dull ache, slowly became spreading warmth that started in the pit of Della’s stomach and became a burning need that set her defiled pussy on fire.

His laughter echoed through the room as the sweet intoxicating fragrance of Della’s unwanted arousal filled his nostrils. Each little sensual gasp, each little seductive moan that bubbled form the girl’s full moist ripe lips, as her pious young mind screamed Stop! Don't! Don't Don't Don't CUM FOR THIS BASTARD.” But her delicious young body was screaming YES, YES, OH GOD YES……….MORE![/i] Yet no matter how hard Della fought not to cum Her body knew what it wanted, what it craved and Della came hard her bound body arching off the bed as her hips thrust up to meet Graham’s thrust.

This time when Della’s screams filled the room it was not from lost or pain but from her own body’s betrayal, and the sinful ecstasy that filled every fiber of her being. Nothing in her young life had prepared her for the pleasure that surged through her or the shame of coming for her rapist. Graham was not satisfied with simply ripping an orgasm from the bound Miss McCullough. Her seduction was far from complete. He pounded into her abused little pussy all the harder and the pace with which he took her built to a blind crescendo. Edwin Graham was no stranger to a young woman’s body or what it wanted he ripped a series of cascading orgasm from the helpless beauty, each building on the once before until pleasure became pain. It was then that he whispered a single word; “MORE”!

As the word faded from his lips he came deep within Della’s clutching pussy, his groin grinding to her pubic mound and still he pounded in to her juicy cunt.

 

[Lala_Phoenix]

When he withdrew himself, Della was left to stare at the ceiling, a great emptiness slowly spreading out in her mind and body. It was as if she had reached her maximum capacity for any sensation or thought and her body shut down. For a time, she floated on silence.

Her reactions to his cock and horrified her. Now, she could hear her own moans as she reflected on Graham's unspeakable attack. It was as if she was a party to his treachery. She knew she was the victim and yet she felt shame - as if she'd victimized herself. Despite herself, she felt shame. Her face flaired red in the late afternoon light.

Della came back into the present as he sneered at her at the mess she'd made. She'd have given anything at that moment to cover herself. He'd left her in her in her own mess for hours it seemed, staring in mock disgust and self-satisfaction. She prayed for him to let her wash. He only shamed her all the more when he finally wiped her pussy for her.

Her wrists and ankles hurt. She'd pulled at her binds more than she'd known in the heat of the attack. She tried to stretch her legs but it was no use. Again, Graham took great pleasure in her discomfort. He had no intention of letting her go. His evilness drove him to humilate her in the worst ways.

He came forward until he stood in the one ray of sunlight that permeated the room, his eyes were illuminated, giving him a maniacal look. Worse, further down, his erection was highlighted for her to see.

He'd said it before and now it rang in her ears.

"More, Miss McCullough!"

 

[cgraven]

Edwin Graham screamed out in triumph when Della’s treacherous young body embraced her brutal rape and the dark masochistic pleasure that coursed through every of her supple young body. The hapless little defiled virgin lay under him panting and gasping for breath and he simply whispered “More”. He saw the crimson blush of shame that kissed Della’s flawless cheeks, the self loathing that shown in her tear shimmering blue-grey eyes at how her traitorous young body had betrayed her. Yet instead of more her rapist simply rolled from her leavening the young coed bound, her lily white thigh stained with her loss and glistening with her sinful shame, for she had actually had cum for him.

Edwin Graham drew the guise of Moody tighter around him as he turned to face the bound beauty, leaving her to wonder if the spectra of Edwin Graham had taken her so completely so brutal, or had it been a trick of her mind? He wickedly smiled down into Della’s stormy blue-grey eyes and softly cooed; "More, Miss McCullough!"

There could be no rational doubt this man was John Moody not the phantom of the long dead Edwin Graham. “Oh you must be hunger my dear after our afternoon together.” His lips brushed Della’s full ripe moist lips in a fleeting sensual kiss designed to leaving her wanting more. “But first I imagine that you would like to……..ah…….freshen up a bit……….perhaps a bath.” His haunting eyes captured Della’s soft tear shimmering eyes and the back of his hand caressed her cheek as he spoke. “Shall I draw a bath for you?”

The man she knew as Moody stood turned and began to go and draw a bath for the defiled little virgin. Della could hear the water running but bound as she was there was no way for her to escape whatever he now had in mind for her. When he returned Moody once more sensually kissed the bound girl. Taking a length of rope Moody fashioned a lead, slipped the loop over Della’s and drew it tightly around her slender throat. With a firm hand on the girls lead he freed her legs and wrist. There was no need for Moody to tell Della to behave or what would happen if she did not. Still he drew the girl’s hands behind her and led her to her bath.

Moody with a strength that belied his pudgy little body lifted Della as if she were light as a feather and lowered her into the bath. The water came barely up to her trim little waist. Moody took the hand held shower, set it to pulsating and rinsed off Della’s gorgeous young body from her neck down. He placed the pulsating shower head between the bound young beauty’s legs so that its pulsing jets massaged Della’s defiled and abused pussy. The he lathered a rough terry cloth washcloth and began to wash Della’s firm young breasts.

The rough terry cloth washcloth roughly explored the sensual contours of her breast and massaged the hapless young beauty’s hypersensitive pale pink rosebud nipples as the pulsating jets of water caressed her throbbing clit. Moody was reenacting Della’s dream bath and her ghostly lover’s seduction of her.