musicankane
I blew a monkey once.
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It was a lovely mansion sitting up on a hill over looking the country side of West Virgina. The house was owned by many of the wealthist peopl throughout the centuries. Until a man named Clive Cole bought it under the table for cash. Afterward the only people ever seen to go to the building were women. Once these women disappeared into the mansion's front door, none where seen again.
Twenty years after Clive had bought the mansion, he died. Although he was dead women still continued to dissappear within the walls of the mansion. None were ever reported missing, because according to officails these women cut themselves off from the world adn went the left no one knew where they went.
One day in 1944, a young reporter went in with a hidden camera and what she found there was the most shocking pheonomenion ever said to be caught on carmera.
All the women that had went into the mansion where everywhere. Lost in uncontrolable sexual urges. So uncontrolable that the entire scene was like a huge cum hungry orgy with no sense and no care. The women fucked anything and everything, uncluding pieces of the hand railing and nothing could break the women's will to fuck.
When the cops came in it took an entire force to pry each women out one at a time. They fought and scratched and tried to kill, just to get back inside. One women saved her sanity long enough to tell police that the house had something about it that made her juices flow unconrtolably an dall she wanted was to...well you kow by now.
Sixty years later the house remains standing on that hill. Long since abandoned.
Yet something still seemed to linger about the place. You could almost see it asa cloud hanging over the house.
Here eight College students will enter the house for a week, as part of a sexual science experiment.
Jake
age 22
A tall slim strong man. He was struggling in his health science class and the only reason he was doing this experiment was to get the extra credit his teacher offered him for doing it. He figured it would just be staying at a bad hotel for a week. Like band camp. He didn't believe in magic or ghosts or any of that and all the rumors that said you'd go sexually crazy if you stayed in the house to long. Hell he'd bet no one would even get laid there, unless it brought on by cabin fevor or some shit like that.
He pulled slowly up the main driveway in his red Chevy Blazer. It looked like he was the first one here.
No wait there was a man in a business suit at the top of the stairs leading to the front door. Dressed like a Laywer. Yuck.
Jake parked to the side of the road and climbed out. The man was coming down the stairs and greeted him warmly.
"Hi I'm Charles Parker, I'm the man who put this thing together nice to meet you Mr.?" The man said shaking Jake's hand.
"I'm Jake." He replied.
"Ah yes. Very good. Welcome, the others should be here shortly and when they all arrive I shall explain how things work." He said.
Jake looked down the driveway. No sign of another car yet. "Great."
Twenty years after Clive had bought the mansion, he died. Although he was dead women still continued to dissappear within the walls of the mansion. None were ever reported missing, because according to officails these women cut themselves off from the world adn went the left no one knew where they went.
One day in 1944, a young reporter went in with a hidden camera and what she found there was the most shocking pheonomenion ever said to be caught on carmera.
All the women that had went into the mansion where everywhere. Lost in uncontrolable sexual urges. So uncontrolable that the entire scene was like a huge cum hungry orgy with no sense and no care. The women fucked anything and everything, uncluding pieces of the hand railing and nothing could break the women's will to fuck.
When the cops came in it took an entire force to pry each women out one at a time. They fought and scratched and tried to kill, just to get back inside. One women saved her sanity long enough to tell police that the house had something about it that made her juices flow unconrtolably an dall she wanted was to...well you kow by now.
Sixty years later the house remains standing on that hill. Long since abandoned.
Yet something still seemed to linger about the place. You could almost see it asa cloud hanging over the house.
Here eight College students will enter the house for a week, as part of a sexual science experiment.
Jake
age 22
A tall slim strong man. He was struggling in his health science class and the only reason he was doing this experiment was to get the extra credit his teacher offered him for doing it. He figured it would just be staying at a bad hotel for a week. Like band camp. He didn't believe in magic or ghosts or any of that and all the rumors that said you'd go sexually crazy if you stayed in the house to long. Hell he'd bet no one would even get laid there, unless it brought on by cabin fevor or some shit like that.
He pulled slowly up the main driveway in his red Chevy Blazer. It looked like he was the first one here.
No wait there was a man in a business suit at the top of the stairs leading to the front door. Dressed like a Laywer. Yuck.
Jake parked to the side of the road and climbed out. The man was coming down the stairs and greeted him warmly.
"Hi I'm Charles Parker, I'm the man who put this thing together nice to meet you Mr.?" The man said shaking Jake's hand.
"I'm Jake." He replied.
"Ah yes. Very good. Welcome, the others should be here shortly and when they all arrive I shall explain how things work." He said.
Jake looked down the driveway. No sign of another car yet. "Great."
