Unknown Horrors For An Unlucky Young Widow

[little_golden]

Chantal was a young 26 year old widow. Though beautiful a certain sadness tore apart her soul. She was caught totally off guard the day 3 weeks ago when she learned from a police officer that her husband of two years was killed in a head on car accident on a lonely stretch of highway just 20 minutes from their country home.

To her few neighbors, John and Chantal were the perfect couple. They were almost newlyweds, happy, full of life, and exciting, and madly in love. They were "earthy" people and though originally from the big city they had decided upon a rural life on the farm. They had decided to try it in a simpler life. Though heavily in debt from the farm purchase and farming equipment they had decided to make a go of it with a small heard of beef cows, some chickens, a few horses and a good many pigs. They had planted 50 acres of corn too.

A good many of the truckers could recognize Chantal, though she didn't know any of them. Chantal was the beautiful brunette, with the shapely body, and the big smile who they frequently beeped on as she drove the tractor through the fields or worked her animals. Chantal was a simple country lady and despite her best efforts attracted a lot of male interest given her huge prominent breasts, tight ass, long legs, and pouty kissable lips. Unknown to her, John had brought her to the country to hide her away from the wanderings eyes of other men. It was a way of protecting her from mean men and to keep her all to himself.

Chantal was desperate to talk to John even though he was dead. It was John who was in to all sorts of weird occult stuff. It was in one of his books that Chantal had discovered that sometimes spirits could talk to their loved ones through the static from TVs or through other electrical signals. Many times following John's tragic death she had imagined hearing his voice in the radio and through the TV. At first she thought she was crazy, but then using the internet and his books she figured out that just maybe John or someone was trying to get a message to her.

Trying to make it easier, she had bought a half dozen TV sets, and digital VCRs to record whatever pictures or voices of spirits that might come by. It all seemed so easy in the book. There was so much information available though Chantal wasn'ta true believer but she wanted to try it out.

The first three nights there was nothing but static, and she was tempted to stop, but on the fourth night she was scared when she saw a dark shadowy figure on the screen who spoke as follows:

"Bitch.... Dirty Bitch.... Whore.....I'll get you.... You'll see..... You can run..... Run.... ha ha ha.... I'll make you my Dirty Bitch.... My dirty filthy country bitch!"

Chantal was spooked by the strange warning but wasn't about to be frightened off.

OCC Looking for someone to play the evil spirits who come calling. I'll play John and Chantal. (Yes John is dead but he'll send some messages to Chantal). The evil spirits get to take over people and forcibly have their way with Chantal. If interested please post away. There can be more than one evil spirit at a time......

 

[RaginAsian]

A dark spirit appeared onto the TV

"I will fuck you...make you hurt...cry...pain...I will scare you...slut...bitch...anal fuck..."

 

[little_golden]

As the first spirit voice faded on the screen a second more menacing voice screamed out in a hissing voice:

"I will fuck you...make you hurt...cry...pain...I will scare you...slut...bitch...anal fuck..."

Chantal knew from the books and her research that the spirit on the screen couldn't touch her unless it took a physical form. However, she was scared the spirit might blow out her windows or cause a fire or do something else. The books were never clear on their powers. She knew there were good and bad spirits and amateurs were strongly warned not to interfere with the spirit world.

"John... John.... Where are you? Come to me John...." Chantal pleaded to the dark threatening voice that seemed to hiss at her angrily. She was desperate to get a message to her departed husband whom she loved so dearly.

Before the row of TVs, she sat in a soft chair dressed in an old white t-shirt and a pair of short cut off jeans. The house was hotter than a frying pan since it was a steamy summer night and she didn't have air conditioning. Alone as she was, she hadn't bothered with a bra, and her huge breasts pressed hard against the fabric of her t-shirt.

"Oh spirit... Find my husband.... Please... Help me... I'll help you" Chantal pleaded with the voice.

 

[RaginAsian]

A dark spirit was roaming the land when a calling came to him. The spirit was originally a guy named Jon Osirus, who was a farmer in the neighboring area. He was a tall, blonde, good looking man in his late 20's. He was very nice, until the day of his death. On that day, he had gone out to find a missing cow when a strange car oulled up to him and kidnapped him. He was killed, cut into pieces, and was burned and fed to his dog. He had no wife or children.

Since that day, his spirit remained on Earth as an angry, merciless spirit. When he became a spirit, he inhereted the ability to bend people's will and do what he wants them to. He goes around, forcing people to run into a driving car or jump off bridges.

As the calling came to him, he saw Chantel and decided that he would show no mercy to the poor widow. He was not yet married and yet to experience the joy of sex, and now was his chance to take advantage. He slowly appears onto the TV as a black blur, and his voice could barely be heard over the static.

"Go to...the...old schoolyard. A sur...prise...awaits."

 

[little_golden]

Though the voice was scary to her, she thought the spirit was ready to help her. As she listened carefully to the static she was sure she heard him tell her:

"Go to...the...old schoolyard. A sur...prise...awaits."

"You've found John... Oh thank you... That was fast... Yes... I'll go... It's very late.... But I'll go... Oh thank you" Chantal beamed at the picture in the screen. There was several glimpses of a tall blonde haired man who seemed in his twenties.

Chantal hadn't heeded the warning in the book that spirits often are mischievous and that many tell lies. Blinded by the hope of speaking to her husband she ran to the pick up and headed onto the highway in the direction of the old school house.

The place had been abandoned for years. It was a one room school house that had been used by the pioneers a century earlier. There were many twisted trees hiding the building. Parking her truck as close as she could she decided to walk around the dark building hoping for a sign of her John.

At 2 AM the school yard was empty. It was far enough from the highway that her pickup couldn't be seen. Under a full moon she pranced about eager to make contact with the spirit and her late beloved husband.

"Spirit... Where are you? Where is John?" Chantal called out in eager excitement.

 

[RaginAsian]

As Chantal stood there, the spirit took control of a burly black man. The man was very large and muscular and was wearing a white-tanktop and some jeans in his sleep when the spirit took control. The man walked up to Chantal and grabbed her hand and waist, holding it against his body, tightly so she couldn't move.

"Mmmm, you're mine for the night!"

He held her arm behind her head and gripped the rest of her body tightly. He then began to drag her over to one of the swings, struggling as she put up a fight. His burly arms prevented her from escaping. Slowly, he made his way to the swingset.

 

[little_golden]

There was the cracking sound of a twig breaking under a heavy foot which caused Chantal to turn around quickly after she nervously jumped a foot in the air. She wasn't expected a human presence so the image of a large black man moving towards her took her by complete surprise.

Before she could scream or utter a sound, the muscular black man grabbed her hand and waist, and held his body tightly against her body. The body was pressed so tightly that Chantal could feel the heat from his body as her large soft pillowy breasts were crushed against his strong chest.

The voice that spoke definitely wasn't human. There was a hissing sound:

"Mmmm, you're mine for the night!"

"No... No... You promised my John!" Chantal protested as the large black man now cruelly held her arm behind her head as he gripped the rest of her body tighter.

"Please no... What are you doing? John help me!" Chantal pleaded as she screamed aloud in the empty air. She was miles from anyone who could hear her cries for help.

The large black man easily dragged her over to one of the old swing set. It was really nothing but an old long rope with a piece of wood for a seat. The paint had long since peeled away and left seat a gray color but smooth from the elements.

Chantal tried to struggled but was hopeless. Several times she screamed at the top of her lungs. The burly arms of the stranger held her tightly preventing her from escaping to her pickup truck.

She felt the ropes of the swing being tied to her hands.....

 

[RaginAsian]

"John help me!"

After hearing that, the spirit laughed.

"No one can save you now, slut!"

After tying her hands, the man ripped off her tight shirt, revealing her large breasts. He threw her onto the ground and pinned her with his arms. Without hesitation, he start to suck on them forcibly. His mouth drolled all over her tits as he sunk his face into her chest, regardless of her screaming and struggling.

As the man started to rape her, his cock began swelling up. The excitement of taking this woman was getting to him. He would go from one breast to the next, licking and biting each nipple as he pleased.

 

[little_golden]

Chantal could hear an eerie laugh from the black man who had imprisoned her with the ropes from the swing. She knew the man was obviously possessed since eyes seemed glossy and completely white. The voice emanated from all around and did not come from the man's mouth. It hissed in a threatening fashion: hearing that, the spirit laughed.

"No one can save you now, slut!"

"Please no... Not this... Not here..... Not now...." Chantal begged. The rope had been pulled down the tree where it had hung for many decades. It was twisted around her arms and tied in crude knots to prevent Chantal from being able to fight off the attacks.

A loud ripping sound, brought the reality to Chantal that she was in big trouble. The spirit had forcibly ripped her white shirt from the collar to the bottom in one long swipe of his ham like fists. Her huge 38E breasts were fully revealed in their full glory and now jiggled and bounced around free of all restraint.


"Oh no...." Chantal gasped as the spirit threw her to the hard ground onto her back. Before she could get up and run, he was upon her and roughly pinning her with his strong arms. He was a big man and she guessed he was 200 or 250 pounds and he was crushing her beneath him as he pinned.

"You're hurting me" she pleaded and she sensed him shifting his weight from her stomach and more onto her arms. She couldn't move them. She tried to throw him off but it was useless. He was just too strong and too damn heavy.

"Ooooooooohhh! Nooo.... Don't do that!" Chantal screamed out as the spirit used the body of the black man to forcibly suck on her nipple. It brought a mixture of pain and pleasure through Chantal's body. She gasped as he took a long hard suck on her right nipple. She knew it would red and blue there tomorrow.

"This must be a dream... a nightmare" Chantal decided as she tried to mentally awake. She then knew it was no dream when she felt a drool of spit on her mountainous breasts as the black man shifted his face into her huge pillowy breasts as she again screamed and tried to struggle.

Chantal could feel the bulge in the man's pants growing in size and heat. There was a burning sensation that seemed most unnatural.

"Oucccchhhhhhhhhh....Ohhhhhhh.... no... ohhhhhh... noooooo!" Chantal was forced to cry out as the black man would go from one breast to the next, licking and biting each nipple as he pleased sending waves or both terror and pleasure through Chantal.

Her nipples were hard and erect thanks to the rough attention they were receiving.

Chantal felt pinned by the big man, and was desperate to try to help the black man regain control of his mind and body. It was the only way to save herself she figured. In this cruel position, she knew it was only a matter of time before he pulled out her cutoffs and panties. If he freed his massive erection, she knew he'd cruelly fuck her for hours.... unless she could get away or end the black man's possession......

 

[RaginAsian]

The spirit hissed again as it stood up, this time removing all of his clothes until he was completely naked. He stood there, his rather large cock standing staright up as his white eyes gleamed at her.

"Lick my cock now, bitch."

He hissed as she winced away. Naturally, he knew she would not buy into it. So the spirit started to use his natural power, slowly influencing her to pleasure his dick. He would not quit until she would start, either that or he would forcibly take her face and shove it in.

The spirit began to laugh evily, knowing that his power would eventually work. It was only a matter of time before she would be pleasuring him with her mouth.

 

[little_golden]

Chantal screamed in horror as she felt the growing bulge against her tummy as the possessed black man pinned her to the hard ground. Her arms were numb from his weight. Her hands and arms were tied preventing her from pushing him away.

The spirit stood up and now she better appreciated the size of big black man. He was huge. Chantal sensing her freedom tried to crawl backwards but she quickly fell given her hands were tied. Looking up at the giant of a man, she screamed again in utter despair. The spirit pulled off his pant and boxers, and freed an enormous black prick. It was the biggest prick that Chantal had ever seen. It was standing erect and massive. It seemed to be almost emitting a pounding sound as the spirit moved closer to her.

"Oh no!"

The spirit spoke in a commanding fashion as he hissed his words in a long slow fashion :

"Lick my cock now, bitch!"

Chantal wanted to resist. She had only sucked one cock in life and that was John;s cock. They had been married and he had promised her it was okay to day. He had promised never to tell anyone. It had made her feel so dirty the first time but she had done it hundreds of times since that first time. John had loved it and she would do anything for him.

"No... no I won't!" Chantal spoke in a determined voice. But was hard to think. There was some force being projected her from the spirit. Her will was weakening. The big black man suddenly transformed in her mind into the body of John her late husband.

"Oh Johnny" Chantal mumbled as she now stumbled towards the big black man. It was all an illusion but she couldn't tell. Hurrying closer, she grabbed his big prick with her soft hot mouth and began to lick it as commanded. Her soft hand tongue worked the cock from base to its very tip. It never dawned on her that the cock was twice the size of her late husband's. She could feel the veins of the big prick as her mouth busily worked the enormous prick.

Hearing moans from the man, she now started to suck his cock. He worked the prick into her steamy mouth and bobbed it back and forth, faster and faster. After several minutes, she was panting from her exertions. The big prick was hot and slippery given her constant attention. She was hoping for a deep throat reward but figured John would want to bury himself in her pussy since that's what he always liked to do best.

"Fuck me... Fuck me John" Chantal gasped as she could feel an enormous heat between her thighs. She was craving her husband's cock. She pressed her huge breasts against the big black man's body as she gave him an excellent blow job.
The spirit began to laugh evilly, knowing that his power would eventually work. It was only a matter of time before she would be pleasuring him with her mouth.

Unknown to Chantal the spirit was reading her mind as he projected the illusion and bent her free will........

 

[little_golden]

Chantal awoke to the crowing of a roster. It was daybreak and there were a whole lot of farm animals to feed. She was glad she wasn’t running a dairy farm alone, given the labor intensive milking of cows that would be required. As she regained her senses, she immediately knew something as wrong as she took the first steps out of her bed and towards the shower. The room was cold and she was naked.

First, she wasn’t dressed and didn’t even remember going to bed. She remembered driving to the old school yard a few miles from her farm. She remembered the dark evil spirit who had promised her help her and asked her to go to the schoolyard. Chantal remembered being frightened but everything else was wiped from her memory (for the moment).

For some unknown reason her mouth (jaw and throat) was sore. She didn't remember sucking the big black cock at all. She felt dirty and wet. It was disturbing that she had lost her clothes or hadn’t bothered to put on her warm PJs. That was something Chantal never forgot to do. It was a little mystifying to Chantal as she tried to remember the previous night.

Alone at her farmhouse and miles from any neighbors Chantal quickly pulled on a pair of jean coveralls and a red work shirt. She found a old baseball hat and a warm jacket to throw on, as she hurried downstairs to put on her work shoes. The sun was slowly rising on another beautiful summer morning as she headed to the barn to feed the animals. She was trying to remember.

It took about two hours to feed and water the pigs, chickens, and cattle. Living so far away from the rest of the world was slowly taking its toll on Chantal. With John gone, it no longer seemed so romantic and adventurous. However, Chantal knew she had to make a go of the farm or she’d lose everything they had worked so hard to obtain.

After feeding the animals Chantal decided upon a little horseback riding to make sure her fences were good. She saddles an old gray mare and then mounted the big horse. Normally, the horse was gentle as can be, but today the horse seemed a little out of sorts and frisky. Chantal gently urged the horse from the coral and into the side fields. For next hour, she took a slow gallop around the property inspecting her fences and making sure the out barns were okay. As she galloped around she felt a certain saddle soreness that she hadn’t felt since they first bought the farm.

What is wrong with me... I'm sore all over Chantal thought to herself in the silence of the morning.

Back at the house, she was quick to visit her recordings of the previous nights TVs. She was at first disappointed at the first TV had no usable ghostly visitors. As she turned to the second recorder, she saw the videotape from the previous night and she felt a nervous shudder as her hand reached for it. She replayed the tape. It was shocking! She wasn't sure if it was real.

To her amazement, the tape had started with flashes of her leaving the house in a frenzy. There was a quick clip of her driving to the old schoolyard. There was a fuzzy image of a large man appearing from nowhere and scaring the hell out of her. Slowly Chantal was remembering. She had been tricked. She watched another flash as she was dragged across the field towards the swing set. With eyes riveted to the screen, Chantal watched for another hour before the tape ran out. The sex was explicit. Chantal was screaming and moaning as the big black man raped her over and over. But Chantal still wasn't sure if the images were real or not. She couldn't go to the police with what she had - no one would believe her. The story was just too wild and unbelievable.

“The spirit lied to me… The spirit tricked me…..” Chantal mumbled as she realized she had been cruelly used. He hadn’t helped her at all. She had been put at grave risk. The spirit was playing mind games with her and she didn't what was real or not. She still didn't know how she got home.

Chantal checked out the last few recorders and they too were complete blank apart from the regular static. It was disappointing that John hadn’t made contact. She sensed that maybe he wasn’t yet strong enough and so she was determined to again try to get the dark spirits help.

After a quick lunch, Chantal worked the tractor through the fields to cut and bundle about 20 acres worth of hay. It was hard hot work. As she worked she rolled down the coveralls and slipped out. She reasoned no one could see her in the fields. She struggled with what had happened the previous night. After much mental debate, she decided it didn't happen, if she was raped she figured she would remember it. Now she wasn't even sure if she had ever left the house since the truck was parked exactly where she normally left it.

It was hours later that Chantal was again facing a row of TVs trying to make contact with the spirit world. Nothing was happening and eventually from boredom and exhaustion she fell asleep dressed in her PJs.

It was 3 AM when a rattling shook the old farmhouse where Chantal lived, At first, Chantal didn’t notice the unnatural vibrating and shaking throughout the house. As she awoke, her first instinct was to run from the house as she expected it was some kind of earthquake. As she came to her senses, she looked to the clock upon wall and as the bell rang for the third time, she knew it was the demonic hour. The lights in the house flickered several times.

The screen in front of her materialized with several competing spirits. The face of a sweet little girl was replaced by a maniac who howled like a wild beast. His image faded in and out several times across the static but his eyes were dark and haunting. A chill went through Chantal as the haunting image frightened her.

The voice of the girl so innocent and clear returned to the screen. Chantal was pleased that this was a spirit whom she could trust. The girl seemed so innocent and pure. Chantal spoke to the screen, and to the spirit of the girl.

“I need to speak to my late husband… Can you help me… Please” she begged the spirit of the little girl.

“I’m just little….I can’t find my daddy….I’m lost here?” the little voice replied with a sad look.

“Who is your daddy?” Chantal asked as she hoped to gain the trust of the spirit and maybe exchange favors.

“His name is Berton Smith… and he’s my daddy” the little girl explained in a sweet soft voice.

“I can try to find him on the computer” Chantal offered as she looked over to her computer hook up and then search the name in several internet search engines. A dozen different Berton Smith’s appeared in the various searches.

“Where does your daddy live?” Chantal asked the spirit of the little girl.

“In an old trailer…. near the water…. “ the little girl replied quickly and her eyes now seemed to shine brighter.

“But where….what town or city or state?” asked Chantal as she wanted to narrow the search.

“It’s a small place called “Jagged Rock” the little girl explained in an excited voice.

Chantal’s small soft fingers gently worked the keyboard and then as she hit the enter key the list of names narrowed to just one name – Mr. Berton Smith” – Jagged Rock. There was no phone number, but when Chantal hit the link for directions, she was pleasantly surprised that it was only a 90 minute drive.

“It’s an hour and half west of here…. I could drive there and deliver a message for you” Chantal offered the little spirit.

“I’d be there by 4:30 AM if it’s urgent or I could go tomorrow” Chantal replied as she suddenly felt a little uneasy about a late night drive out to a stranger’s house. It would be unnerving to Mr. Benton when she told him she had a message from his little girl.

“I’ll meet you there… Please go now… There is danger… and time is so important…. Please hurry… I need to speak to him” the spirit of the little girl urged in her soft sweet voice.

“Okay… I’ll go now… But I can’t bring my monitor… So how would you speak to him?” Chantal asked the little spirit.

The spirit of the little girl replied softly:

“If you let me into your body… For just a minute…. I can speak to him through you… But you have to invite me in and be open to my passing into you… I’m not very strong… so the possession wouldn’t last very long… But I can get my message to him.”

Chantal didn’t feel threated by the spirit of the little girl. Quickly she changed into her jeans, and a pink t-shirt. She quickly applied her make-up and brushed her hair to make herself more presentable for whomever this Mr. Benton might be. Though the clothes flattering to her body it was unintentional. She looked very pretty as she headed down the highway for her long drive on behalf of the spirit of a little girl.

OCC This thread is open to more "evil" spirits male or female. Please PM me and we can work your ideas into the thread.

 

[little_golden]

It was a quiet drive along the country roads and highway. The weather was warm and the air conditioner helped to keep Chantal awake as she headed to Jagged Rock. At this time of night during the entire 90 minute drive she passed only a half dozen or so cars along the roadways. The last fifteen minutes of the drive she crossed through a maze of gravel and then dirt roads until she finally found a lone trailer in a deserted parcel of land along the water.

Using the radio, Chantal was able to keep touch with the spirit of the little girl who guided her in making the right turns along the back roads. The little spirit was more and more excited as they approached the residence of Mr. Benton Smith.

With a nervous pounding in her heart, Chantal pulled into a long dirt laneway that seemed to lead up to a run down looking trailer. There was debris scattered around the property, from old car parts, to messy stacks of old lumber, to small piles of various scrap materials like glass, cooper, iron, and plastics. As Chantal thought more about it, the place was like a cheap junk yard.

“This must be the wrong place” Chantal spoke aloud in the car. She felt stupid as she talked toward the car radio. The little spirit spoke in reply:

“My daddy is here… I can feel his presence…. Daddy is here…. Oh thank you… I need to speak to my daddy” the spirit of the little girl persisted.

“Okay… Okay… But let me knock on the door and make sure” Chantal replied in an adult manner. She wasn’t sure if this was the right place and she was expecting the owner of the trailer to be unreceptive to her story.

Mustering her courage, Chantal walked up to the old trailer and gently wrapped on the metal door. The metallic sound echoed within the trailer but there was no stirring or moment within. A second time, Chantal knocked on the metal trailer door and this time, a light turned on and heavy steps approached the trailer door.

There was no question from the occupant in trailer he simply pushed the door open quickly and nearly knocked Chantal from her perch on the doorstep.

Chantal was stunned as a large 6 foot man, weighing 300 or 400 pounds stood before her. He was bald and stood in a pair of boxer shorts before her. His hair bare chest and body exposed. To Chantal he was grotesque and she felt revulsion in her body though she camouflaged it with her polite country manner.

“Sorry for bothering you late Sir…. This is going to sound a little strange…. But…. I have made contact with the spirit of a little girl who is looking for a Mr. Benton Smith…. I probably have the wrong place… But I promised to check…. I’m so sorry for bothering you mister” Chantal spoke quickly. By the time she had finished her little introduction she had convinced herself that this whole thing was too unbelievable.

The man grabbed her arm before she could turn away. He spoke slowly and as he did Chantal could now smell a strong odor of rum from his breath. The man had obviously drunk a good deal earlier in the night. He spoke in a confused wonderment as he told her:

“I ain't’t got a little girl…. And I ain’t no mister…. But I’m Benton Smith… Benny to my friends” Benny explained.

At that very instant, there was a cool breeze that flooded around the trailer, and served as a signal to Chantal.

“Well….she’s here… and she wants to talk to you….Can we go inside…. I don’t think she wants to talk long… But she needs to tell you something to be at rest… I promised I’d let her talk through me… Can I sit down inside?” Chantal asked nervously.

“Sure thing sugar cups” Benny replied as his brain was awakened by the story and he now could better appreciate the lovely woman standing before him at 4:30 AM in the morning in jeans and a t-shirt. They were in the middle of nowhere.

Benny lead Chantal inside the trailer which was actually bigger on the inside than she expected. Like the outside property the trailer was a complete mess. There was a mix of clean and dirty clothes thrown about the trailer. Dirty dishes and pans were scattered across the counters and the floors were stained and dirty. Around the shelves were a variety of empty beer and liquor bottles and the whole place smelt of tobacco and pot. Chantal entered and wished she could seat herself near an open window but had no such luck. There was no air conditioning in the trailer and it felt like a 100 F inside.

“Oh it’s hot tonight in here” Chantal gasped as she found a seat on an old sofa. She was sitting on a hard spring and it was uncomfortable.

Chantal spoke aloud as she sat down:

“Spirit of the little girl…. I am with Mr. Benton Smith at Jagged Rock… Come to me… I welcome you into my body”

The lights in the trailer flickered for a minute and a cold rush of air dropped the temperature in the trailer instantly by 20 degrees. Chantal felt a presence pushing into her body and mind. It wasn’t pleasant and the spirit took control of her body and she was forced deeper inside her own mind. She could still feel, see, hear, and touch but she no longer controlled her bodily functions.

“I’m here Benny” the spirit spoke….

“Who are you?” Benny asked in disbelief as the strange scene emerged in front of him. The pretty woman whom he had first met only a few minutes before seemed to be strangely speaking. The speech pattern and accent were very different than before.

“It’s your baby sugar pie… it’s me” the voice of the spirit replied though this time it was the voice of a more mature woman speaking.

“Mary-Beth?” gasped Benny as the word “sugar pie” and “your baby” clued him in, that it wasn’t some little girl that was wanting to send him a message but his late girlfriend who had two years or so previously.

“Yes…sugar pie… I’m here… I’m back… This nice lady here is lending me her body so we can be together again… I want to touch you and hold you… I want to make you happy again…. I want to give you what you’ve been missing since I… since I died” the spirit of Mary-Beth continued.

Deep inside her body, Chantal realized that Mary-Beth was no sweet little girl. Once again she had been duped by a spirit. She wanted to regain control of her body and tried to push out the spirit that had hold over her.

“My host is getting frisky!” laughed Mary-Beth at she easily resisted the efforts of Chantal to force herself from the host body.

“Is it really you? It can’t be… You’re here? … Like that?... Pretty as a peach…. No… If you’re really Mary-Beth… you prove it!” Benny spoke in an argumentative voice.

“I will sugar plum … ask me anything” Mary-Beth replied with a wicked grin as she ran her fingers over Chantal’s breasts.

“How did you die? Do you remember that?” Benny quizzed her as he was beginning to suspect he was being made the butt-hole in some elaborate joke. It was just too weird and wacky to be true. His Mary-Beth had been gone for a while and to have her spirit here in this pretty lady’s body was just plain impossible.

“Sugar plum … I died when I fell off the cliff out back…. We were drunk…. We had been fighting again….. We had words… I stormed off…. But I started about killing myself… I went to the edge…. But changed my mind…. But it was too late… I stumbled…. I banged myself up real good on the rocks below…. It was an accident I swear” Mary-Beth pleaded with Benny.

Inside, Chantal could sense a certain evil in Mary-Beth. She was lying. There was a certain hatred, jealousy and mistrust rising in Mary-Beth. There was a whole lot more to the story that Mary-Beth wasn’t saying but that Benny seemed to be buying into the story.

“Oh baby… I’m so sorry… I missed you so much…. I didn’t know… I thought…. You know they told me you kilt yourself” Benny spoke freely as if he was talking to his girlfriend Mary-Beth. To him this was validation of the story.

“It’s okay… Your baby is going to make it right… I promised you… I promised you… I promised you a baby… and your baby is going to give you one” Mary-Beth spoke in a conniving voice.

“Come on sugar-plum… I want you to make your baby … a momma…. “ Mary-Beth grinned wildly as she began to undress.

Benny was bug eyed as he watched the sexy brunette undressing before his very eyes. She was much younger and nicer looking than his late girlfriend. This woman obviously took care of herself. This woman was curvaceous and delicious in appear and had a pure and wholesome look. In the real world outside of his trailer, a woman like this, wouldn't even look at him.

Mary-Beth ran her hand through Chantal's long brown hair and she unloosened it and let it ran wild.

"This lady is a sexy kitten" teased Mary-Beth.

"She's begging to fuck you daddy.... You should hear her... She wants to have your baby... It's a favor to me.... and you" Mary-Beth whispered in seductive voice to Benny.

No... No... No... This can't be... Not with him.... Never Chantal mentally screamed but no words escaped from her mouth.

"Well... If you both want it... I got some whiskey... and some pot... and we could do the naughty" grinned Benny as she eyed the sexy brunette whom he was referring to as Mary-Beth.

Mary-Beth and Chantal were busy sharing memories. It was unintentional but as they shared the body their minds co-existed in the same space.

Slowly in a teasing fashion, Mary-Beth pulled up the tight t-shirt over her head and off her arms.

Please no... I beg you ... don't do this Chantal mentally screamed at Mary-Beth.

Next, Chantal slipped from her shoes, undid her belt and top snap and then slowly slid her jeans to the trailer floor.

"Wow... what a body" Benny mumbled as he now saw the sexy legs and could appreciate just how big were Chantal's breasts.

"You always wanted me to get a boob job... This host here... she's stacked.... and trust me they are real sensitive nipples" Mary-Beth spoke in a naughty fashion as she now unfastened the hooks to the white cotton bra, slipped out her arms, and then twirled it in the air before letting it fly across the room in a random direction.

"Holy shit... look at your new titties" howled Benny with the happiest of grins.

"They are all yours to play with sugarplum.... You can bite em, lick em or fuck em" Mary-Beth replied with a hedonistic grin as she now rubbed her hands across her big breasts to emphasize their size and softness.

With careful fingers, she hooked into her white panties and pulled them all the way to the floor in a quick stroke.

"Look at that hairy bush!" gawked Benny. He was used to fucking his babe's bald pussy and though appreciated the total package wasn't sure if he wanted cunt hair in his mouth and between his teeth.

Chantal was in panic mode...........

 

[alicario]

Suddenly a vioce called out dont worry shout the bugger with ne rifle


Name lord barnet stewart third in line to the thorne in england


if they would all die

now who needs to be shot at eh

 

[little_golden]

In the front room of the old trailer a worn out black and white TV suddenly turned on. From some obscure late movie voices called out:

"Don't worry .... Shoot the bugger with the rifle!"

Another very British voice replied:

"You can't shoot me ... My name is Lord Barnet Stewart ....third in line to the throne in england"

A dark menacing voice called out:

"If they would only all die!"


Another dark voice called out:

"Now who needs to be shot at eh!"

Chantal realized that other spirits were now in the trailer and trying to communicate. A prisoner in her own body she was helpless.

Mary-Beth slipped into the smallest bathroom Chantal had ever entered. It was 3x3 at best though it contained a trailer size toilet, mini-sink and shower. It had a mirror.

Mary-Beth spoke very directly to the trapped Chantal:

"You listen good to me honey... You do as I say... If you try that little stunt again to throw me out... I'll either take another walk off the cliff in your body... or I'll starve all your little animal friends back at the farm.... We're going to share your body... So we best get along!"

Chantal felt weak and helpless. The naked Chantal was before the mirror and Mary-Beth now pulled out Benny's shaving cream and a safety razor. After quickly wetting down the hair pubic mound between Chantal's legs, Mary-Beth after 5 or 6 minutes of intense shaving, had shaved Chantal's pussy to a smooth bald finish. Using a cold wet cloth she rinsed off the last of the soap.

"Now it's smooth as a baby's bum sugarplum" Mary-Beth called out.

"You get the drinks ready... and lit a few candles for mood" Mary-Beth called out from the little bathroom.

Mary-Beth now rummaged through a little medicine cabinet and found an old bottle of cheap perfume. She generously applied it in several strategic spots on Chantal's body.

Looking in the cabinet she saw a bottle pf peroxide.

Chantal... Your hair is too plain for me... It's a lovely brown color.... But I'm going to add some blonde highlights.... Oh ya.... I miss being blonde... until I can do something else... blonde streaks would be great... You don't mind right.. A few changes to your body... I hate your choice in cloths too... But'' everything in time bitch.... mentally Mary-Beth harassed her host Chantal.

You free me this instant! I want nothing to do with you or your creepy boyfriend... You're crazy.. leave me evil spirit! Chantal mentally screamed at Mary-Beth.

Fuck off bitch... shut up ... and enjoy my homecoming! Mary-Beth mentally hissed at Chantal.

"Sugarplum...I'm ready to be fucked..... I hope you fuck me just like that time you picked me up after my 2 year stint in prison... Oh that was a wonderful night...." Mary-Beth proclaimed as she exited the bathroom and headed toward the front room which was now completely quiet.....

 

[little_golden]

OCC: To help with the mental picture of Chantal....

 

[little_golden]

A few more to close out the image of Chantal....

 

[little_golden]

Trapped inside her own body, Chantal felt sick as she watched the man called Benny smile at her, and move forward. Against her wishes, the spirit Mary-Beth moved Chantal’s arms and wrapped them around Benny in a long embrace. Twenty seconds later, while her exposed breasts were crushed against Benny’s body, a lip lock began that lasted several minutes as her tongue danced with Benny’s tongue. Chantal once again tried to force the spirit of Mary-Beth from her body, but she simply wasn’t strong enough. Mary-Beth easily prevented Chantal, and annoyingly increased the intensity of the kiss as their saliva mixed. Chantal could now taste the smell of whiskey in Benny’s mouth. She found it revolting, but Chantal somehow knew that Mary-Beth was delighted with the familiar taste of the whiskey.

“Come on big boy” Mary-Beth whispered in a sultry voice as she took Benny hand and guided him to a nearby table where she sat down and the spread her legs as wide as possible.

“Pretty… That’s so pretty and inviting” beamed Benny as he eyed the beautiful shaved pussy of Chantal.

“Go on sugarplum… just like the old days” Mary-Beth encouraged Benny. It didn’t take much prodding for seconds later, he was kneeling on the floor and jamming his face between her legs. Chantal could feel her body responded to Benny’s rough licking and probing with his tongue. She was helpless to stop him, and the unwanted pleasure filled through her, causing Mary-Beth and her trapped host Chantal to respond to his tonguing. She was wet now from the thorough teasing and tonguing, but Benny didn’t stop, instead, his now used his fingers to work her small opening wider so he could poke deeper with his tongue. As he did, Chantal could feel Mary-Beth moving her hands, and now roughly grabbing Chantal’s nipples, and then new waves of pleasure awoke as her nipples were teased and pleased.

“OOoooooo…… OOooooo…. Yessssss…. Yesssss…. Sugarplum” Mary-Beth encouraged Benny as he was lost in his own pussy eating frenzy. Looking down the big bulge in his pants was more than obvious. Chantal could sense that this was all part of her plan.

“Okay… I’m ready… Sugarplum” gasped Mary-Beth. She slip off the table and now unbuckled Benny’s belt and then unbuttoned the top of his pants.

“It’s looks ready” Mary-Beth teased Benny as she grabbed at his big erection through the pants that he wore. Seconds later, she was pulling down his pants, as she continued to rub her soft hands across his body. He was loving it and now he grabbed her bouncing breasts as she moved about.

“It’s a monster….” teased Mary-Beth as she now worked her hand inside his boxers and squeezed his horse sized prick. Chantal was shocked at the sheer width and length of his prick.

It’s huge… my God is it real… It can’t be that big[//I] the trapped Chantal thought to herself. A second later, her private thoughts were invaded by Mary-Beth as she mentally spoke It really is… You’re going to love that big prick…. It’s going to be your daddy.
Mary-Beth worked the prick for several minutes up and down, squeezing and then releasing as she resumed several wet steamy kisses on Benny’s lips. Benny continued to stimulate her big tits and was enjoying this love making session. Sensing the monster cock was ready, Mary-Beth worked the big prick through the flap in the front of Benny’s boxer’s. Chantal mentally gasped as the big prick was likely 14 inches from base to tip. She could sense that Mary-Beth was really excited at the idea of Benny fucking her though Chantal felt reprehension at the idea, but her body was now craving for the huge prick.

Mary-Beth dropped Chantal to her knees before Benny and then with her hands pulled the big prick into Chantal’s mouth. Rather than gagging on it as Chantal expected, Mary-Beth easily and skillfully moved it about as she drenched it in saliva and worked it further. She wasn’t sucking it, as Chantal as expected, rather she was layering it with spit and teasing it more and more. With Benny’s horse cock ready and primed Mary-Beth announced:

“Come on daddy… Show your little girl how to fuck!”

With this little speech, Mary-Beth leaned over the kitchen table and dropped her elbows to the top of the table. The effect on Benny was immediate, for nor the perfect ass, and a hot wet tasty pussy was fully exposed before him and beckoning for his prick. He didn’t hesitate even a second and he moved forward and pummeled it into Chantal’s sweet innocent body as hard as he could.

Mentally Chantal screamed at the intensity of the pleasure that flooded through her body. The monster cock ploughed through her pussy with ease given its intensity, hardness and the layers of lubrication.

“Yesssss…. Yessssssssssss…..Oh that’s the spot daddy…. Feed me the big beast… Yesssssssssssssss” moaned out Mary-Beth in a high pitched passionate frenzy.


Benny began to whip his big prick back and forth in a see-saw type motion as he drove his cock back and forth in perfect rhythm that continued to send waves of pleasure through their bodies. Mary-Beth had been expecting a long session, and she squeezed hard upon Benny’s cock.

To Mary-Beth’s, Benny’s and Chantal’s mutual surprise, their mutual orgasm was timed perfectly as they simultaneously poured out their bodily fluids in unison with her but instead. Both were completely spent and exhausted. They were panting and suddenly they realized that the trailer was stifling hot.

“Shit that was fucking hot!” exclaimed Benny as he pulled out his now softening prick. His sticky hot cum dripped everywhere, including down Chantal’s leg much to her disgust.

Mary-Beth though disappointed it hadn’t lasted longer was pleased with their performance. In her own glory days, she was sure they could have gone on twice as long but she attributed their speed in reaching orgasm due to the lack of recent sexual activity by either Benny or Chantal.

Wow… he rocks my works….I bet you never had a wet rush like that before Chantal… Your body has been craving cock bitch… You’re just lucky I came along to help release all that pent up sexual frustration Mary-Beth mentally teased the trapped Chantal.

I know you liked it… Your body… I’m in it…. I know what you are thinking and feeling…. From now on…. You’ll be craving that big cock…. Just thinking about it will turn you on and wanting more and more… It’s addictive…. Your going to be just like an addict….. Mary-Beth pushed Chantal mentally.

No… no… it was gross… the man is a pig… you’re a filthy slut…. I’m a lady Chantal mentally protested.

Don’t blame me… It’s your body that responded to his touching….. Face it…. Inside you’re a slut just like me……. You got turned on real bad when he ate your pussy…. That’s just the start…. We are going to have lots of fun together…. You got a great body… perfect for me… perfect for fucking… I got a lot of time to make up for… Mary-Beth pushed Chantal.

Benny stood before Chantal with his cock dripping cum on the floor of his trailer. He was recovering his breath and had no idea of the war of words going on between Mary-Beth and Chantal. He really had no idea who Chantal was – except that she was some do-gooder that his former girlfriend had possessed.

 

[little_golden]

Chantal was higher than a kite. It was a very early morning of cigarettes, pot and whiskey. Her pure athletic "country girl" body was polluted first by an after sex cigarette, then several joints, and then the whiskey started to flow a little too freely. Mary-Beth smoked half a pack of cigarettes as she drank and chatted with Benny. It didn’t seem to bother Mary-Beth at all, until the pot and booze hit her all at once around 5 AM with a nasty vengeance. Chantal’s body didn’t have the tolerance that Mary-Beth’s used to have when she was alive.

It only took about 45 minutes before Chantal was passed out, naked as a blue bird, on an old springy sofa in the middle of the dirty trailer owned by Benton Smith. Benny was a little disappointed that his female companion hadn’t been able to hold her booze like the old days. The party end much quicker than expected.

As Chantal, lay unconscious and in a deep drunken sleep, he couldn't resist the opportunity to touch and play with her huge nipples. For the better part of five minutes, he traced the edge of her nipples and watched in fascination, as the nipples responded to his rough touch. It made him grin to see this lovely naked woman before him. Since Mary-Beth had passed away there hadn’t been another true girlfriend in his life. Sure he had used hookers now and then for sexual relief but it had always been something special with the wild and crazy Mary-Beth.

As he watched the reaction of Chantal’s body, he felt his own arousal awakening in his pants. It was natural for as the beautiful Chantal responded to him, his urge to fuck her again was gaining momentum. Drunk and stoned as Chantal was, he simply adjusted her a little on the sofa so that her back was flat to the cushions, and parted her legs to facilitate his own positioning. He took his time, savoring her exposed bald tasty pink pussy. It was a turn on for him, as he decided to shove his fingers into her pussy to test the waters. He was curious to see if she would awaken or not. Mary-Beth had always been a light sleeper.

For the next few minutes, he had no trouble with Chantal’s body as he wiggled three fingers into the wet pussy. He could feel the raw heat between her legs. She was tender and he moved his fingers so slowly and he could sense her body responding to his touch. Never before had he not awoken Mary-Beth while playing with her tits or cunt. This was delightful.

The temptation was too much to resist – so he didn’t. He slipped off his pants, then his shirt, and lastly his boxer’s. This time he didn’t waste any time eating Chantal’s pussy and instead simply slid his body between her parted legs and pushed in his now throbbing prick.

"Oh shit this great!" grunted Benny as he began a pumping action....

 

[little_golden]

Chantal awoke just as Benny was zippering up his pants. Her mouth stank like whiskey mixed with an old ashtray of cigarette butts. He had rewarded the sweet Chantal for being a heavy sleeper with a long flow of his hot sticky cum between her legs. To him it had been a great fuck, Chantal had moaned and groaned in her sleep while he took full advantage and credit for the situation. As Chantal eyes opened and her brain kicked it, she instantly realized that Benny had just finished fucking her. She was furious.

“How could you? I was asleep… You filthy pig!” Chantal hissed at Benny as she stood up and then realized she was naked. Running to the bathroom was her best effort at modesty. From inside the locked bathroom, she called out:

“Where are my cloths? Please.. I need them… I’ve got to get back to the farm… I’ve got to figure things out” Chantal yelled out angrily. This whole night had been a nightmare and she wasn’t sure what to do or who to confide in.

Benny spoke slowly trying to ensure that everything was real clear to the panicky stacked brunette who had foolishly locked herself in his trailer bathroom:

“You left your clothes all over my floor! You came to me…. You propositioned me…. You drank my beer, and smoked my pot and cigarettes…. You know Mary-Beth is going to be back…. She’s a little crazy you know… Next time… she could lite you on fire or jump off the cliff…. You know she killed herself before… She’d do it again to teach you a lesson… You should know…. She talked a lot about a farm… Crazy Mary-Beth might just burn the whole thing down with the stock in it…. If I were you…. I’d keep this whole thing a secret… No one is going to believe you and they might just lock you up.”

Chantal stayed in the bathroom for the next twenty minutes. Using a hand towel she wiped away as much of the fresh cum as she could manage. Hearing the door of the trailer open and then bang shut she assumed that Benny was gone. She didn’t know where and certainly didn’t care.

He’s finally gone Chantal decided as she unlocked the door and ventured back to the living room. In a little game of find her clothes, over the next ten minutes she recovered all of her clothes and shoes. Her bra had been under the couch along with old food and spiders. Her panties were hanging on a lantern. Her jeans had somehow been shoved into the front room under a box. One shoe was found under the kitchen table while the second one was near the front door. In a hurry she dressed herself, fixed her hair, lightly applied her make-up and then ran for her pick up truck.

She felt safe as she sat down and locked the door. Seconds later she was driving towards home and pondering her next steps. It was a long drive home. She was confused by the strange feelings that Mary-Beth and Benny had triggered within her. The freedom provided by the pot and booze had been liberating, yet, it wasn’t really herself.

The encounter with Benny was equally confusing for she had responded to Benny’s touch, a man who she didn’t find attractive, a man she didn’t like and really didn’t even know. She had had sex with a man other than her late husband. This was something she had never wanted or expected. In her heart, she felt as if she had somehow betrayed her late husband and it made her cry as she drove home.

Back at the farm, Chantal tried to put the previous night out of her mind. She was quick to get into the routine farm chores. She had been away most of the early morning and was way behind as she fed and watered the animals. She mucked out the stalls and hosed down the cement floors. The animals seemed glad to have her calming influence around them and it helped to take her mind of the strangeness of the previous night. She promised herself she wasn’t going to get tricked again. A new sense of determination filled her as she decided that Mary-Beth or a different spirit was going to help her reach her late husband. Now more than ever she wanted to get a message through to him.

 

[little_golden]

The day had gone fast on the farm. It had been a back breaking day given her late start and her need to plow one of the fields at the far end of their acreage. She was exhausted when the late evening came. Resting in her kitchen on a chair at the table, she ate a quick easy meal of macaroni and cheese. Her body was sore, and she felt dirty from her work.

When she finished eating, she slowly climbed to the upper floor of the farmhouse and made her way to the bathtub. She filled the tub with hot water, removed her dirty farm cloths and descended into the delicious relaxing steamy hot water. It was a relief to escape the hard work and to give her body and mind a chance to rest.

It was a crossroads that Chantal faced. Recent encounters first with a strange black man and then with that Benny fellow from the trailer park had revealed to Chantal that she had needs that were not being met. Though she was still grieving the loss of her husband she now knew she had a lustful heart and no matter how it had come about, she had been screwing strangers.

Trying to analyze her own behavior was a foolish pastime. Chantal now wasn't sure if there was a woman named Mary-Beth who had possessed her. As she tried to be logical about it, she knew the whole thing sounded absurd. Benny was right in his assertion that no believe would believe her crazy story. The problem for Chantal was that deep down she knew it wasn't a dream, and she honestly believed she was either going crazy with a multiple personality or that she had been possessed.

Lying in the tub, she rested and slowly closed her eyes as she pondered the events. Without realizing it she drifted off to sleep. As she slept, she had the strangest dreams of digitalized voices and TV static blaring at her. The voices were always angry, frantic and screaming. There were flashes of pictures but they made no sense. In her dream, Chantal was running but from who and why she had no real understanding.

The water was room temperature when she awoke several hours later. As her eyes opened Chantal screamed in panic and fright as she saw a dire warning written in pink lipstick on her mirror:

"Don't tell anyone bitch.... If you do the consequences will be a dead you!".

Chantal blinked her eyes but the lipstick message did not disappear. She hurried from the tub, dried herself, and then using a rag from under the sink, she wiped off the lipstick.

"This is too crazy" Chantal whispered as she rinsed off the mirror one last time before discarding the rag in the trash.

Hurrying to bed, she slept in her over sized pink PJs. She didn't bother with the TV/monitors or trying to contact a spirit. She was too spooked from the message. Chantal didn't know what was going on.

The next three days passed without further incident. She worked the land and took care of her animals. Chantal had regained some of her lost confidence and decided she would re-set the TV/monitors and the VCRS. She would see if her late husband would leave a message for her.

That night she went to sleep early, but at 3 AM things got a little crazy....

OCC: I'm still looking for an evil spirit or two to interact with Chantal. Just send me a PM, your sub-plot line and you can join in.

 

[little_golden]

That night she went to sleep early, but at 3 AM things got a little crazy....

Chantal stirred in her bed as she felt a shaking of her bed and the furniture in her room. Slowly she clued into the fact that something was wrong and she awake with a start. As she moved to sit up in her bed, she heard a crashing of objects to the bedroom floor as they rattled off dressers and bed tables. There was the shattering of a glass of water on the floor.

Scurrying from bed in her over sized PJs, the freezing air of the house hit her immediately. The place was like a giant ice cube. She could feel the icy air with each anxious breath she took. In her heart, she knew something was wrong and so she raced down the hall towards the stairs in hopes of getting to the TV monitors and to see if any ghostly images where appearing in the white noise of the static.

Opening the door to her bedroom, there was an immediately fury of wind that blasted her backwards momentarily until she regained her balance and moved forward. Her bedroom window suddenly flung open and began banging back and forth against the house. Descending the stairs two at a time, Chantal raced for the monitors.

Crossing through the kitchen, Chantal was surprised to see heaps of her clothes spinning around the room. It was as if someone had taken all her clothes, formal and informal, including panties, bras and stocking and tossed them into a swirling wind funnel. They were everywhere!

Racing to the screens, Chantal could hear a female voice calling out:

"Come closer bitch... Bitch... Hurry bitch.... We have much to do......"

"Mary-Beth!" Chantal screamed out not realizing that by calling her she was in fact helping to further her summoning.

"Mary Beth! I want you to contact my husband.... You owe me... You owe me for your time with Benny!" Chantal yelled out.

"Bitch.. closer... closer...." Mary-Beth called out.

Chantal could see which screen had the right ghostly images. Each of the screens was flashing with random pictures and secondary voice, less strong and intense flooded into the room.

"Mary-Beth ... Mary-Beth where are you!" Chantal screamed out. As she down the cloths all suddenly fell from the air in a dozen different directions.

"Right here!" snapped a voice on monitor behind Chantal, but before she could turn around and face the ghostly image, Chantal felt a cold surge of energy through her body.

"No... not again" Chantal screamed out but her words faded as Mary-Beth again took full control of her body.

"Hmmm... feels nice to be in your flesh again" Mary-Beth announced as she finished pushing Chantal from any control of her body. She ran her hands across Chantal's large breasts as she appreciated the sweet form of Chantal.

Mary-Beth... Get out of me... Get out... Get out! Chantal screamed mentally but she was helpless in forcing the evil spirit Mary-Beth from her body.

"We have much to do tonight" laughed Mary-Beth as she started to pick through Chantal's clothing that was scattered about the room.

No... Mary-Beth... No... We are not going anywhere... We are not doing anything! Chantal protested.

"Shut up Chantal....." Mary-Beth spoke sharply at her host body.

"First I want a drink... and a cigarette!" Mary-Beth announced as she started searching the nearby cabinets.

No... please no.... no... please.... I don't like to drink and I don't smoke Chantal thought aloud and communicated to Mary-Beth.

"Let me see...." Mary-Beth spoke as she rummaged through Chantal's brain finding the info and the liquor.

"The cabinet... in the kitchen... top shelf... left side" Mary-Beth declared triumphantly as she ripped the information from the mind of the helpless Chantal.

Rushing to the kitchen, Mary-Beth was quick to find the liquor cabinet, and she then poured herself several generous glasses of whiskey. It took the pain from Mary-Beth's heart and mind. It numbed Chantal's resistance. The potent liquor acted quickly on Chantal and by the time she was finished dressing, applying her make-up and fixing her hair - she was drunk.

Drunk and dressed like a whore, Chantal found the keys to her pick-up truck and started up the ignition. Shifting it into drive was a chore, and she accelerated backwards trying to turn around the pick-up. There was a loud banging sound as Mary-Beth backed up a little too hard, and a little fast and rammed the pick-up into the side of the barn where it was stuck.

"Shit! shit... shit!" Mary-Beth screamed aloud. Chantal though horrified that the pick-up was smashed into the barn was relieved that Mary-Beth hadn't made it out to the highway. Drunk as they were, Chantal didn't want to be responsible for being a drunk driver and killing some innocent person or family.

"Fuck it.... We'll hitch hike or walk!" Mary-Beth decided as they stagged forward down the big lane way to the main rood. For the next 20 minutes, Chantal was quite a site, as she walked down the empty highway in a little mini-skirt, a tight top, stockings, and high heels.

When she saw a bright pair of lights coming at her from the opposite direction, Mary-Beth raced to the center of the road to hall the vehicle down. An angry blare of a car horn and the screeching of brakes brought an old looking mini-van to a dead stop a dozen feet from Chantal/Mary-Beth.

"Just what the fuck are doing! You must be God damn stupid to jump in front of a car on the fucking highway!" a very angry man screamed as he emerged from his car and headed towards Mary-Beth....

 

[wildxfire]

Father Christopher Hamilton

Age: 35

Blond hair, blue eyes

He stands five foot eleven and weighs an even 190 pounds

Short bio: Chris is the youngest of three priests at St James Cathedral, he is also the most unorthodox and has been chastised repeatedly for question the churches rigid stance regarding good and evil

Surprisingly (or perhaps not) he has accumulated a fair knowledge about demons and the "art" of a demon "possessing" the human body. He has been called on, from time to time, to perform the rite of exorcism but never been credited or recognized by his peers as to the extent of success when doing so.

Despite all that he is well liked by the younger generation and has a limited sense of street smarts, and does care about each and every person that comes to him for help, advice or simply to unburden themselves.

Chris is presently working at the local halfway house, helping people whose luck has turned wrong by finding them food, clothing and work. You'll find him dressed in faded, tight blue jeans and a T-shirt that clings to his trim, muscled upper torso.

 

[little_golden]

Mary-Beth was thrilled at the prospect getting fucked. She was horny and walking around drunk in Chantal's body was a real turn. She was parading her borrowed body in a sexy black leather mini-skirt and a tight white tube top that left little to the viewer's imagination on the size and magnificence of her breasts.

Chantal was in distress as she figured they had nearly been run over on the road. A man was screaming at her. He was visibly angry at this early hour. The stunt that Mary-Beth had pulled was unforgivable.

Chantal... You're body has to learn to better hold the liquor... I'm not sure if we will even make it into town.... You're body is going crazy... You better not pass out on me.... Mary-Beth mentally threatened her host.

As Chantal's eyes adjusted to the harsh lights of the vehicle in front of her, she saw a large heavy set man, probably 280-320 pounds emerge from what she know realized from a old farmer's truck. The man was bald and she figured he was in his mid-fifties. As he approached he swaggered and Chantal realized that this man was no doubt under the influence too.

He's drunk... Don't get in with him Chantal mentally told Mary-Beth.

Who cares... we're drunk too Mary-Beth mentally pushed back on Chantal.

Please no.... I don't want to die like this... I don't want people to find my dead body dressed like a whore.... Chantal mentally pleaded.

"Howdy stranger.... I'm so sorry... I've been drinking again... I shouldn't ... but... You sure are handsome" Mary-Beth told the stranger in her own slurred speech.

The stranger was grinning as he now was close enough to eye the pretty package up and down. His drunk eyes were smiling as he mentally plotted how he would either seduce or rape the pretty little bitch before him.

Mary-Beth was no stranger to the hungry look of the heavy set bald farmer before her.

"Don't I know you....?" the heavy set bald farmer asked as he recognized Chantal's face but couldn't put her in place.

Mary-Beth was quick to scan Chantal's memories and found the answer fast. She responded:

"You sure do.... I'm Chantal... You may have seen me at church... I think you came to my husband's funeral... Father Christopher did the service.... I have a farm just down the road..... I've been so lonely" Mary-Beth spoke softly as she tried to lure him in.

"Oh ya... I was so sorry about that... A painful memory I bet.... But... We should maybe have a drink.... " the farmer suggested with his own grin and mental plans for fucking the good looking widow.

Mary-Beth made a hick-up sound and she giggled. The farmer smiled as he knew that Chantal was obviously heavy into the booze already. He was a strong man and figured if he could get her alone somewhere, he would definitely have his way with her pretty young body one way or the other.

No... no.... not him... not Mr. Wickers.... He's a nasty drunk.... He lives just down the road from me.... Oh no... not him Chantal mentally pleaded as Mary-Beth now suggestively cupped her breasts as she made a show of adjusting her large breasts in the tight revealing white tube top.

"I think... another drink or two.... sounds great...." Mary-Beth responded with a small wink to the farmer and in good order he was helping her into his old pick up truck. Chantal was struggling to stay awake given the toll the booze was taking on her. It was the fell of a hot hand on her knee that instantly set her mind back awake.

"Oh Mr. Wickers" giggled Mary-Beth as she felt the horny old farmer now feeling her knee and he worked his hand upwards.

"I got just the place for us.... I can't bring you inside - cuz of my wife.... but I got a great barn" the old farmer explained as his hand now rubbed between Chantal's legs. Chantal was embarrassed that the old man could feel the heat and wetness between her legs.

"I'm on fire... I need a man... It's been so long.... Fucking me in your barn sounds great" Mary-Beth replied as she now worked her hand over the growing bulge in the old farmer's pants.

Turning off the highway, the old pick-up bounced up and down along a dirt lane way leading to what looked like a rundown farmhouse and then thirty or forty feet from a farm house a real old painted red barn.

"This way!" the old farmer insisted as he helped Chantal from the truck as he pulled up and parked close to the barn. The place smelled of cow manure and fresh straw. Mary-Beth allowed him to lead her along the stone path leading to the entrance. He pulled open a sliding door and into the dark they stepped into the barn.

Moonlight coming through various cracks or missing barn boards provided a subdued lighting as the old farmer guiding Chantal to a empty horse stall that was filled with fresh straw. There was the naying of a horse in a nearby stall that made Mary-Beth giggle again.

"Okay... Here we are.... I got my flask of whiskey.... to share.... Now let's get a good feel of your big tits and I want to fuck your hot pussy of yours Chantal... Even when I saw you at the funeral in the long black dress I wanted to fuck you... This is like a dream come true" the old man whispered as he started to undress.

"I bet you're a stallion" Mary-Beth teased as she unzipped the little black mini-skirt and let it fall to the ground.

"You know how to mount a mare right?" Mary-Beth pushed the old farmer as she now lifted off her tube top and let him better appreciate the full glory of her luscious tits.

 

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"I'm sorry Father, I know a wife is supposed to be faithful to her husband, but the good book does say that works both ways, doesn't it?"

"Yes it does my child"

Chris answered calmly, gently as he reassured the older woman and handed her a glass of water.

"He'd kill me if he knew I told Father, but what was I supposed to do? I only come out to the barn cuz I heard a ruckus and then I saw them! That poor widow Lady on her knees and my man behind her, jamming his thing in her backside as she screamed and wailed. At first I thought he was killing her, then I realized she liked it as much as he did!"

"You don't need to be exposed to any more trauma my dear woman, stay with your sister and in the morning I'll go see your husband and the widow Lady. I'll straighten this matter out and when it's safe send word to you to return."

Chris knew things weren't right, the womans husband was a brute and a savage, but the widow was not the kind of Lady to be in the same room as that kind of man, much less on her hands urging him on!

"Now lets get you to your sisters home so I can return and prepare myself, shall we?"