A snake wiggled frantically, trying to cross a large area of open water before jaws could swallow it from beneath the still water. A mayfly fluttered over the surface, dipping and dancing, courting death like a matador in a bull ring. A huge open mouth shot out of the water, grabbed the mayfly and sank once again below the surface. A large mouthed bass had it’s dinner for the night.
As the ripples from the fish died out, the snake reached the safety of the far bank. It would take him nearly an hour to realized that he was trapped on an island. The second leg of its journey would not be so fortuitous. An alligator would have his lunch before it reached the southern shore.
A hooked nosed snapping turtle surveyed the swamp, hoping to eat as well. Most animals ate well in the swamps. It was a continuous cycle of birth, life, and death. One life fed off the other. The weak fed on the strong, but they all died in the end.
The sun sank toward the west. A slight fog began rising off the water, collecting in the absolute stillness of the air above. Even the animals were wary of the fog. Just as they had learned to fear cars, and men, they also learned to fear the fog. Nature used such fear as a self-defense mechanism.
But it was not only the animals, which feared the collecting fog. William sat in the open door of his Lincoln Navigator, eating a sandwich and potato salad, as he suspiciously watched the endless waters before him. His eyes went to the collecting fog. Was it natural or supernatural? He paused, giving it a thorough examination, before resuming his dinner. It was just fog, no life and no light.
William took up his book of ancient spells. “The spell of sight,” he read as he chewed. A spell which would allow him to perceive evil. Hell, he didn’t need that. He knew where the evil was. It was only a matter of time…
A bird screamed not far off. He felt his hair stand on end. A bitter taste filled his mouth and made his sandwich unpalatable. He washed it down with a swig of coffee. He was in the act of wiping his mouth on the back of his hand, when all noises suddenly stopped. He gazed frantically around. It was behind him. It was building, expanding at a phenomenal rate as it climbed the bank of the roadway.
“Oh my God,” he gasped, dropping everything. He opened the back door of his Navigator, took out a bible and the Pope-blessed cross. He opened a rubbing alcohol bottle filled with holy water and splashed it over himself. Would it work? As Elizabeth had indicated, it couldn’t hurt. Maybe it would weaken the Collection long enough to attack it. The Collection would not expect an attack, it was used to cowering and screaming. Or was it? Would it read Elizabeth’s mind? Could it? Hell, he didn’t even know what he was fighting. He was a fool, and a coward. He was shaking on the inside. Too late, it touched him.
William first heard screams and moans. He saw shadowy shapes in the fog, then a light. He found himself frozen in place. He could not move a muscle. He tried to turn, when he heard footsteps behind him. With a force of will he had never exerted before, he turned his head enough to see an old woman dressed in rags.
“Who are you?” he forced from half-paralyzed lips.
“You know me and know me well,” she cackled.
“No… Masey?”
“Correct. You have heard the rumors that I was a witch?” she asked with a loud laugh.
“No, I know nothing about you. You died over 200 years ago.”
“So long?” a shadow passed over her face.
“Yes.”
“It is a long time to live in hell,” she said in all sincerity.
“Hell is forever. 200 years is nothing compared to an eternity. Are you really so eager to spend an eternity in hell?”
“What do you know of hell, or eternity?”
“I know you have dragged your entire family down with you. I know that nothing good can come of your depravity and murders.”
“You know nothing.”
“I know everything.”
“You know nothing!” she shouted with her face just inches from his own. The aroma of rotting meat and decay filled his face. He felt weak, sick, revolted. “But you will,” she said in satisfaction. She lifted a hand and turned with her rags flying around her. William saw movement in the fog, laughter, mummers, slithering bodies. In a moment hands pulled him down to the ground. Clawed fingers ripped the clothing from his body. Long, agile tongues began licking his body, twining around his penis, slithering up his ass. He gritted his teeth, trying to endure the pleasure he felt, and the guilt it generated.
A mouth sank over his cock. Two warm, sucking mouths covered his toes, and the end of his feet. They sucked gently. William was surprised to feel excitement from this additional contact. The long, disgusting tongue invading his ass wiggled and slithered deep inside him. At times it hurt, at times it filled him to the breaking point and felt absolutely wonderful. It created an undescribable heat where he had never felt anything before.
“Oh God,” he screamed into the fog above him. He heard a cackle which he had come to associated with Masey. He looked desperately for the source of the laughter, but the fog hid her. He knew from his books that his mind was clouded, not his vision.
William felt his balls churn with a hot, boiling liquid heat. He gasped, clenching his ass muscles, but this only intensified the heat he felt in his ass. Suddenly he felt his cock spurting cum. He felt a warm pair of sucking lips milking him dry, savoring every last drop. This had some significance, but he didn’t know what. He looked down but could only see a shadow on his cock. He didn’t know how old the being was, or of what gender.
Far away he heard a scream, a long drawn-out scream of horror. This was followed by giggles and guffaws of laughter. After the mouth had hardened his cock once more, he felt a pussy slide down over it. The stench he smelled was the most horrible of foul smells. He didn’t know if it came from the being fucking him, or some other source. He felt dirty, vile, used. He knew they were trying to use guilt, to drive him to despair, and self-destruction. Guilt was the key.
He heard the scream again, even closer. He looked down past his feet to see shadowy, hooded figures of women, sucking on his toes. Beyond them was a fire, and behind the fire was a naked man tied to a pole. Small beings which looked like children drew brands from the fire and touched them to the body of the naked man. Again he screamed in mortal agony. When the brands went cold the children tossed them back into the fire and grabbed more.
“God, save me,” William screamed. “Save us,” he said again, looking at the man on the stake, wishing he could help.
He felt an immediate change. His surroundings began to lighten. The stench lessened. The beings sucking his toes fled. The tongue up his ass withdrew. He felt his ass slowly closing up after it departed. The being on his cock screamed and fled last of all. To his amazement, he saw Elizabeth standing over him.
“Help me,” he said to the angelic face looking down at him.
“I told you I would help. She lifted her filmy dress, spread her feet and stepped over him. She sank slowly down on his hard cock. He felt her warm pussy enfold his cock.
“Oh yes,” he gasped, no longer feeling guilt at his pleasure.
“Better?” she asked with a smile, slowly sliding up and down on his hard cock.
“Oh yes,” he said again. He suddenly found that his hands could move. He reached out and grabbed her waist. It was warm and firm in his fingers.
“You are real,” he said in surprise.
“There is no way to explain, so I will not even try,” she said. Pleasure twisted her face. She closed her eyes and rode quietly. The piercing screams of the man on the stake destroyed his calm lovemaking session.
“I wish I could help,” he said through clenched teeth.
“You can, you will. But, forget him for now, that has been going on for years. He is one reason why I contacted you. Forget him, concentrate on the pleasure.”
“How can I, with that going on?”
“Shut up and make love to me. His is not the only stake in this hell hole, there are many. One for every man, woman, and child trapped here. Now shut up and concentrate,” she gasped. She leaned forward and pulled his mouth into a passionate kiss. He was reluctant, at first. But as her mouth searched his, the pleasure of the contact intensified. He could feel his orgasm nearing. Like a vision of beauty, she rode gently up and down, looking down at him and giving him a beneficent smile.
“You are so beautiful,” he panted.
“Am I? Can you be so sure? This place is filled with magic, I could be clouding your mind.”
“Are you?”
“You decide,” she gasped, tightening the muscles of her pussy around him.
“I’m going to cum,” he whispered.
“And I as well. It had been so long, so…” she clamped her mouth shut with a click of teeth. She resumed the kiss, her tongue searched his mouth, while her hands searched his body. Naked and sweating, he humped his pelvis against her warm mound. The material of her dress smelled like flowers. Her skin smelled heavenly, as did her hair as he broke the kiss and buried his face in her hair, waiting for his loins to explode.
“Oh yes,” she gasped, looking at the sky as she began sliding forward and back. He could feel his hard cock churning the wet pussy flesh deep inside her. It felt so hot and wonderful.
“Oh God,” he hissed. She smiled down at him, giving him a quick kiss before she closed her eyes and rode herself to an awesome orgasm. With a loud scream she clamped her legs tightly against his own. She shuddered as his cock unloaded it’s contents between her legs. Her pussy grasped his throbbing cock, milking it with strong muscles.
“Oh shit,” he groaned, trying to endure the earth shattering pleasure in his loins. They relaxed together, warm and comfortable in each other’s arms.
“We have shared love,” Elizabeth whispered in his face.
“We sure did,” he said proudly.
“That bonds us, makes us stronger than any single entity.”
“Does it?” he asked, almost amused.
“It does. Are your ready to face the Collection?”
“What is it?”
“A Collection. It is a collection of spirits. Death occurs constantly in this swamp. It has occurred here for millions of years. The spirits of those beings have collected into one powerful entity.”
“Can I kill it? Should I?” he asked as his cock wilted inside her.
“Listen,” she said, holding up a hand. Again William heard the terrifying screams.
“I must help him,” William said, surging up off the ground. He grabbed the bible and cross, still lying in the grass among the torn rags which used to be his clothing. Elizabeth rolled off him and looked down at his naked body. She smiled, then hid her face behind her hand. He opened the door of his Navigator. Dropping the bible and cross, he retrieved his suitcase, tossing clothes around until he found the right ones. It wasn’t long until they started for the fire, and the poor soul on the stake.
“Is he dead, a ghost?” William asked as they crept closer.
“No. He has been here for years, unchanged, feeling each brand as strongly as he did on the first day. But here they can torment the soul as well as the flesh. There are others, many others. This one is special, like you he returned after being released. They all do, of course. As I said, a piece of them resides here forever. But this man has powers that you can use.”
One of the children turned and looked in their direction. It was a black, leathery face with wrinkles. Small little yellow eyes surveyed them before it gleefully took up a brand and held it against the man’s penis.”
“Let me see some of the others,” William said, hesitant about confronting the demons.
“Are you sure?”
“Sure, let’s go,” he grabbed her arm and hurried her along. The next victim was a woman. As William drew closer he saw that she was a beautiful red-head. He felt his dick hardening. She was naked, with a perfect body, a body just made for fucking. Her gently rounded ass glowed white in the firelight. In a few more steps he saw even more details. He was revolted, and yet fascinated.
The naked woman was chained to the top of the post. Standing behind her was a mosquito-like creature with six legs and a long tube for a mouth. The tube was shoved up the woman’s ass, sucking. As the creature sucked, the woman moaned, backing her ass against his impaling nose.
On the other side of the pole, standing before her, was a toad-like creature about two feet tall. A tongue was connecting the creature with the woman. The long pointed tongue was sliding up inside her pussy. He could see it bulging in her abdomen, as it rolled and undulated inside her. She seemed to be enjoying it, alternately thrusting forward and back against each being.
William was highly aroused, guilty at his arousal, and fascinated. He would have liked to stay, but the Elizabeth pulled him along.
“Are… are there more like her?” he asked in embarassment.
“Many,” she said shortly.
“They came to a second woman who was staked to the ground. She looked at them imploringly through a shower of liquid. A man stood over her, urinating on her face. She was finding it hard to breath through the shower of urine. As she turned her face, the man moved his cock in an attempt to drown her.
“Stop that!” William demanded. The man didn’t even look in their direction. “I said… stop that!” William said, throwing the man to the ground. The man stood slowly, looking at William. The fog turned dirty brown behind the man, churning and growing as the man stared at William, glaring his hatred. William could feel Masey inside the man’s head.
“You’ve heard the chant, use it,” Elizabeth whispered.
“The chant?”
“The chant we used to set you free the first time. Remember?”
“Oh yes,” William said, once again hearing the chant in his head. He joined the ancient words while glaring at the man. The man took one step back. William felt the amulet growing warm on his chest. He looked down and grabbed the amulet. It glowed even warmer in his right hand.
“Use your strength,” Elizabeth whispered.
“How?”
“Your force of will. You’ve used it before, many times.”
“I… think I… can,” William said as he used his mental muscles to reinforce the words. It worked, the man staggered back with a look of shock on his face. In a moment he blinked and stumbled, falling beside the woman on the ground. He shook his head and looked around, then leaped forward to grab the woman.
“Sarah?” he screamed, holding her close to his body. He began yanking at the stakes until she was free. She sat up, with the stakes swinging by the leather straps, and hugged the man who had been urinating on her.
“It is her husband,” Elizabeth said warmly.
“I gathered as much.”
“They will be our allies now. We can use their strength.”
“What are you an angel or something?” William turned to confront Elizabeth.
“No, just a woman. A very old woman, I am afraid.”
“H… how old,” William asked hesitantly.
“We can discus that later,” she said with a wave of her hand. “Now you must choose another.”
“Another?”
“Another victim to release. With each new victim, you grow in power and the Collection weakens. Your final conflict will be with Masey, I’m afraid.”
“Who would you recommend?”
“This way,” she said with a disgusted grimace.
“Oh, now there’s a recommendation,” he sighed, trying to hide his fear. If it disgusted Elizabeth, it must be bad.
“There,” she pointed. At first William believed he was looking at one woman eating another woman’s pussy. One woman was staked out on the ground, while a second woman squatted above her. It was soon apparent that she was not eating pussy, she was eating shit.
“Oh fuck,” William gasped, feeling his stomach churn. He watched the cheeks of the bottom woman as she ate constantly, swallowing what should only be buried.
“Remember, they use perversion and guilt against you,” Elizabeth whispered.
“How can she do that?” William gasped.
“She has not choice.”
“No, how can she shit constantly like that?”
“Magic?”
William rushed forward and grabbed the squatting woman. She struggled for a moment, but he shoved her off with a mighty heave. She screamed an objection. He remembered to use his will to bind her. She struggled against this new invisible foe, then screamed and ran away, disappearing into the fog. The woman on the ground began spiting. She looked up at William. His heart went out to her. He reached down and yanked her stakes loose.
“Thank you,” the woman moaned. William helped her to her feet. She stood shakily, looking around. She was a slender ivory complected woman with black hair. Her tits were firm and small. She was very nice, William decided. She was too severe to be beautiful.
“How long?” she asked, her eyes going to Elizabeth, then down to the ground.
“Over two years,” Elizabeth said with a sympathetic smile.
“It seems longer,” she wiped her mouth on the back of her hand. She refused to meet their eyes.
“They use guilt against you,” Elizabeth whispered urgently. The woman looked up, started to look down again, but Elizabeth lifted her face in her hand.
“You had no choice,” Elizabeth hissed.
“It was my fault. I chose that form of punishment,” she said, pointing toward the departed woman.
“How?” Elizabeth asked.
“I cursed the old witch, while holding a similar thought in the back of my mind,” she said in embarassment. “They used that as my form of punishment.”
“We all have stray thoughts. They had no right to use that against you. They have no right to punish you at all.”
A tentative smile lit the woman’s face. The fog around them immediately brightened.
Elizabeth looked at William and nodded. “We are stronger,” she whispered.
“Strong enough?”
“No,” she looked sad. “Find a sturdy pole,” she pointed at a dead and dry pole laying not far away. William lifted it, tested it in his hands, then whacked a nearby tree with it. It was strong.
“And?” he asked.
“And it’s time to wack a toad,” she led him back the way they came.
The redhead was still moaning and struggling against her chains. As they drew closer William again felt his cock hardening. Elizabeth looked down at the bulge in his pants and clucked, shaking her had sadly. “No control,” she whispered.
“Hey, lay off,” he said rudely. “She’s hot,” his eyes went over her creamy complexion and wildly flailing hair. Only a few things detracted from her beauty, the giant mosquito with a tube up her ass, and the toad licking her pussy from the inside.
William raised his stick and brought it down across the back of the mosquito. It’s wings began beating madly, but it didn’t withdraw it’s beak from the woman’s ass.
William noticed that it’s beak was semi- transparent. He could actually see it sucking the contents from her ass. It rested between two absolutely perfect ass cheeks. The curve of the toad’s tongue was also visible between her legs where it bent and went up inside her pussy. It wiggled and undulated, giving her great pain and pleasure. Even as he watched, she shook in the throes of a gigantic orgasm. She gasped, tossing her head from side to side. The three inch wide tongue continued to pump in and out of her pussy as it had for years on end.
“Release her,” Elizabeth hissed.
“But she seems to be enjoying it,” he hesitated with the stick raised.
“There is a point when even an orgasm can be painful. She reached that point long ago. Masey ensures that pain and pleasure are never deadened by time, in this place. It is as strong today, was it was years ago. Release her.”
William brought the stick down. The mosquito went down to it’s knees, then stood again. William struck time after time until the mosquito lay lifeless behind the woman. He moved around the woman and brought the stick down on the toad. He could feel bones crunching beneath the stick. He struck again and again until the toad was also dead. The woman hung limply from her chains. Elizabeth rushed to support her. William tried to free her hands, but he needed a key.
“Use the amulet and your will,” Elizabeth said gently.
“Will it work?”
“Of course it will,” she gently chided him for his disbelief.
He raised the amulet and closed his eyes. He used the chant to focus his will. It took only a moment to release her. Elizabeth was pulled down to the ground by the woman’s weight. She sat on the ground, holding the shaking woman in her arms and petting her hair while she recovered.
“What’s next?” William asked, sitting beside Elizabeth, while staring at the redhead’s gorgeous breasts. He reached out and ran his hand over one, wiping off the dirt. The woman shuddered, but didn’t open her eyes.
“You know the answer to that. There are dozens of victim in this swamp, but I have showed you these four examples for a reason. There is only one left.”
“There are many more?”
Elizabeth nodded slowly.
“Worse than these?”
“Imagine the guilt you would feel if your mother was holding you aloft to keep you from being burned, while swimming in circles in a pool of boiling water.”
William tried, but it was incomprehensible. “How do we release them?”
“By defeating Masey, but you already knew that,” she chided him again. “Before Masey came along this fog was simply a collection of random evil that captured a soul occasionally. But Masey made it different, more perverted and more evil like her own mind.”
“Where did it come from?”
“Creation. The moment of creation generated great energy, great magic. As the eons passed, this particular cloud of energy became perverted by the dark souls it captured. Long ago wizards in Europe drew on the residual powers of creation to perform magic. Each wizard had a place of power. The places of power were simply places where this residual energy collected. This swamp is a place of power which went untapped, unmolested. They nearly used up all of the residual energy on this earth, but the Collection still remains.”
“This amulet was supposed to be created by a wizard long ago,” William held the amulet up.
“It was. And you can use it to draw energy from the Collection. With that amulet, and your own will, you can defeat Masey.”
“Just as long as I don’t have to touch the dirty bitch,” he said, his face twisting in disgust.
“Be careful what you say, she has a way of twisting your words. Besides, you have engaged in intercourse with her,” Elizabeth laughed.
“I did not!” William yelled, looking at the people around him with a guilty stare.
“Yes you did. She mated with you twice, the first time was when you first entered the Collection, then again more recently. She just clouded your mind so you could not see her. You are lucky, she likes men. You should see what she does to women.”
“He has. I was trapped as you were,” the woman who had been eating shit murmured. “On the second day I demanded that she feed me. I have been eating shit for over three years.”
“She wanted us to make love to her, I told her to piss off,” the woman said gently to her husband. He had been pissing in her face for nearly 5 years.
“She asked me for sex, I told her to go fuck herself,” the redhead said, blushing mightily.
“Well it’s over now,” Elizabeth said to the people around them. “There is only one more to save. By uniting, we will be strong enough to defeat her.”
“Let’s get on with it,” William rushed forward. He held the amulet before him, as he approached the fire. The heart-rending screams were slightly muffled by the fog. In a moment they were standing only a few feet from the fire. One child looked up and screamed. Only it wasn’t a child, it was a creature designed to look like a child. It had black, leathery skin, clawed fingers, and a forked tongue.
“My God, demons,” William hissed fearfully.
“Not exactly. They are children of Masey’s clan. She detests children. When they annoyed her she turned them into… this.”
William closed his eyes and tried to will the demons to disappear. He heard the muttered chant behind him. At first it was their combined six voices, but eventually many more joined in. With screams, the demons burst into flames and disappeared. They heard an insane scream come from not far away. William felt his hackles rise. He knew that maniacal scream.
“Masey,” Elizabeth gasped, confirming his fears. He used the powers of the amulet to break open the metal cuffs on the man’s wrists. The man fell into the redhead’s naked arms, slumping to the ground. As William looked at the naked man, leaning against the soft, beautiful woman, he almost envied him.
William shook himself and looked at Elizabeth’s amused smile. “We will have to start without him,” William mumbled.
“No, he is important. He is a minister with great faith, and I fear, great outrage,” Elizabeth gasped. “Quickly, get the Christian artifacts.”
“The what… oh, the cross,” he said, running toward his Navigator. He pawed through the clothing until he found the bible and cross. He hurried back to the minister, just as they pulled him to his feet. William thrust the cross and bible into his hands. An insane grin lit his face.
“Retribution,” he murmured.
“Why don’t we leave while we can?” the redhead looked from William to Elizabeth.
“Because there are others who need our help, many others,” Elizabeth gently chided her.
“Yeah,” she reluctantly agreed. William knew why she was afraid. She was afraid that William could not defeat the old witch. Coincidentally, William was afraid of the same thing. He felt a hand clamp onto his arm. It was the minister.
“Our souls are in your hands,” he reminded William.
“Yeah, ok,” William agreed, “I will do my best. But if you get the chance to club the old bitch over the head with that cross, you take it,” he growled. They started out amid the murmur of laughter.
They approached the Navigator and stood in a group, looking off into the swamp.
“She comes,” Elizabeth whispered with her eyes closed, “but, we have a few minutes yet.”
William looked from her to the naked people around him. He quickly hurried to the Navigator and opened the door. He started tossing clothing to those around him. He watched the redhead as she covered her glorious nudity. What a waste. All beautiful women with such bodies should go naked, he thought. He saw the man grab the thermos and shake it.
“Go ahead,” William nodded. He opened the thermos and drank from the mouth, then handed the bottle to his wife. The other woman dug into the sandwiches and passed those around.
“Finally, real food,” she moaned as she bit into the sandwich.
“Wait a minute,” William called to Elizabeth. “Are any of you really ghosts? Can you survive outside of the Collection?”
“We are real. What will happen outside of the Collection is simple speculation.”
“But we made love outside of it,” William whispered urgently.
“That was not me. I projected my persona over that of the girl to communicate with you. Until we defeat Masey, I am trapped here just like the rest of them.”
“So the collection may disappear and I will be standing here with six live people?”
“Possibly. Of course there would be many more. Hundreds have been trapped here during the last millennium.” Elizabeth walked down by the shore, looking out into the swamp.
The redhead slid up next to William and touched his arm.
“I haven’t thanked you,” she whispered.
“If you had seen what I saw, you’d know that you have. God you are beautiful,” he whispered.
“I need to feel beautiful. I need to feel clean again. I need absolution from somebody who knows me and knows what I’ve been through. Maybe when this is over…” her words trailed off when Elizabeth spun around and rushed up the bank toward them.
“She is here,” Elizabeth hissed in distaste.
“God help us,” the redhead whispered, crossing herself. The other’s followed suit.
William took several steps closer to the swamp. Elizabeth stood beside him. The others ranged out beside them, readying themselves with silent prayers.
William suddenly felt a hand close around his heart. He staggered back, clutching the amulet. He tried to use his force of will to break her hold, but it was impossible to concentrate when his heart was being crushed. He heard Elizabeth take up the chant. The other’s joined in. The minister began reciting the Lord’s prayer while holding the cross aloft.
Masey suddenly appeared on an island before them. He felt the fear rise around him, but he was desperately fighting for his life. There was no time for fear.
William felt a lessening of pain. He too took up the chant, while fingering the amulet. As the pain lessened more, he mentally sought out the heart of Masey and clutched it in his own invisible grip. She screamed once and staggered back.
She began desperately reciting some ancient spell and he suddenly found that his powers slid around her heart like a hand on ice. He switched attacks, focusing on her mind. But to do so, he had to touch her mind. He found it too revolting to maintain an attack. She easily pushed him aside.
“You are inside her,” Elizabeth whispered. “You have impregnated her with your seed. Use that seed to attack her from within. She has no defense against it,” Elizabeth said in triumph.
With a look of disgust, William mentally sought out his sperm, deep within the belly of the witch. With a little manipulation he changed the sperm into flesh eating creatures. He saw a thoughtful look cross the dirty face of the old witch, then she grabbed her abdomen. With a look of pure terror, she looked imploringly at William, then began screaming.
Staggering as if mortally wounded, she began screaming a spell in some unknown language. Her words meant nothing to anyone but her. The words echoed around the swamp, bringing on a stillness and expectation.
“Watch out,” Elizabeth warned. William looked around, but saw nothing. He retained the amulet and tried to see through it. It worked. He saw the waters around Masey’s island moving, seething with life. She was using the creatures of the swamp to attack them.
“Stop them!” Elizabeth demanded.
The mindless churning of the dirty water now coalesced into hundreds of snakes and alligators, creeping forward under Masey’s command. William felt weak in the knees. He hated snakes and feared the alligators. His worst fear was being eaten alive and feeling the teeth which destroyed him, right down to the last minute. He could think of nothing more horrible. And Masey knew this. She had seen into his heart.
“If you want a victim, choose her,” William mumbled with a grimace. He was sweating. His head hurt from concentrating so long. His fingers hurt from gripping the amulet. He felt weak and puny in the face of Masey’s great powers.
“Don’t let her defeat you,” Elizabeth hissed. “She draws from the powers of the Collection just as the amulet does. Without that power she is just an evil old woman. You are more powerful than her, and she knows it. You have more inner strength, you have the amulet, and you have us,” Elizabeth hissed with great intensity. William heard the chant grow louder as more voices joined in. Being which had been afraid to face Masey, suddenly sensed her weakness and joined to banish her to hell forever.
Masey screamed in outrage, looking around herself. The creatures hesitated at the shore, no longer under a firm control. William ignored the creatures and concentrated on Masey. She controlled the creatures. If he defeated her, the creatures would go back to their own waters.
William sensed that she had killed most of the flesh eating creatures he had created from his sperm. He forced the remaining creatures to grow, taking on a voracious appetite. Masey again screamed and doubled over, clutching her abdomen. He could feel her powers fighting his, inside her pussy and abdomen. They fenced, pushed, and twisted to force the other out.
“If I only had a crown of thorns,” the minister whispered from behind William.
William gave an evil smile as he visualized a branch of thorns forming inside of Masey’s dried up old womb. Once they took shape he intensified his powers, waited, then made them grow inside her.
Masey screamed and fell to the ground. Grabbing her abdomen she rolled back and froth until she suddenly fell into the water. A great shift in the water came as Masey began thrashing around, not two feet from the shore. She screamed as a huge pair of jaws clamped onto her dirty arm and pulled her under. Despite his distaste, William followed her demise until the last vestiges of her evil power dissipated.
The fog suddenly lightened into a bright, white cloud. The creatures churned the waters as a few ate Masey’s remains, and the others returned to their homes.
“My God,” the minister said, before laughing explosively. “My God!” he yelled again, clapping the husband on the back. “Is it over?” the redhead asked.
“It is,” Elizabeth said, smiling proudly at William.
“Not quite,” William said, holding the amulet and concentrating on the swamp around him. “I feel 173 people trapped out there on islands. They will need to be rescued.”
“Only 173?” Elizabeth said in disappointment. “There were many more.”
“172,” William said, flinching. “One was just killed.”
“We must hurry,” the husband said. “I live in Hammond, I can mobilize a few people with boats.”
“Here are their locations,” William said, pressing his palm against the man’s head. The man stumbled back, blinked, then nodded. “I see them.”
William turned and looked at Elizabeth.
“I’m still here,” she said, raising her hands at her side.
“And still beautiful. So who or what are you?”
“Just a woman. I used to live in Hammond long ago. A very long time ago.”
“How long?”
“Well, I contacted you through my great, great, great granddaughter,” Elizabeth said with a sly smile.
“Jane?”
“Yes. She has retained the family beauty, thankfully.”
“My God, that would make you…”
“None of your business. Unlike the others, I can feel myself aging even now. I do not think I have a full measure of life remaining, so I will live out my days with Jane, if she does not mind having a very old woman around. William nodded and gave her a quick kiss.
“I’m not old,” the redhead said, sliding up next to William.
“No, you certainly aren’t. There is a Holiday Inn just a short distance from here. How would you like to have a bath and a good meal?
“Almost as much as I crave sex,” she said with a shy smile.
“What! But you’ve been having…” he trailed off, wondering why he was objecting. She was the hottest woman he had seen in a long time.
After dropping the other’s in Hammond, William headed south for the Holiday Inn. The redhead’s name was Mindy, she believed she was a nymphomaniac. William was more than willing to help her find out.
Mindy had the bath water running before William had dropped the key on the desk. After such super-human effort, he was exhausted. He fell asleep in moments.
William awoke much later to the sound of humming. He looked around and found Mindy sitting in front of the mirror brushing her shining red hair. It was dry. He had slept for some time.
“You didn’t wake me,” he complained.
“No, I wanted you to build your strength,” she laughed, jumping on the bed.
“Really? Why?” he teased.
“If you don’t know, I’m in the wrong room,” she said, pulling her robe open and tossing it onto the floor.
“My God,” he said, looking at her perfect body. Her hands were undressing him as he laid on the bed. When he tried to help, she slapped his hand away. With a smile he laid there and watch. She yanked his pants down over his feet, removed his shirt, then looked down at his cock. She laid next to him and captured his hard cock in her hand. She stroked it, giving him a quick smile, then leaned down and took it into her mouth.
“Yes,” he hissed, falling back on the bed.
She ran her tongue up and down along the side of his shaft, then licked the head with quick, agile strokes of her tongue. He felt his toes curling at the intense stimulation. Just as he felt he couldn’t take any more, she closed her mouth over the head and sucked, while bobbing up and down.
Stroking his cock swiftly, she sucked on the head. Her tongue darted over the head, stimulating him like he’d never felt before.
“Oh shit, enough!” he said, pushing her away. “It’s your turn.”
Mindy smiled and rolled over on the bed, spreading her delicious legs. William ran his hand over each glorious leg, before falling forward and capturing her breast in his open mouth. He sucked each breast for several minutes, then began working his way toward her mound.
Mindy’s breath came in broken gasps. Dying of anticipation she held her breath, then expelled it noisily as he worked his way south to her womanhood. Now laying beside her, he found it and immediately clamped his mouth over her gently- rounded mound from above. She cried out and threw her legs wide, thrusting her pussy up to meet his warm mouth.
“Oh God,” she yelled. Her entire body was shuddering. William ate her pulsing pussy quickly, trying to add more stimulation to her hot flesh. He eagerly nuzzled and sucked her sweet cunt until he felt she was cresting. He waited with her womanhood in his mouth for a moment, delaying her orgasm, then finally probed her wet flesh with the tip of his tongue. She gasped in response, arching up off the bed.
He swiveled around and laid on top of her. Her mouth came up out of the darkness and found his. He kissed her urgently, while his manhood slid forward and entered her vulva.
“Oh yes!” she cried, heaving up off the bed. Her body arched beneath him. She held his body in a death grip, as he slowly sank his hard cock between her legs. She squealed and cried, when he began sliding in and out of her steamy flesh.
“Oh yes, fuck me,” she gasped. William intensified his attack. He was sliding smoothly in and out of her pussy now. He couldn’t believe the heat and juice he received from her pussy. He could feel it on every inch of his cock.
“Oh yes,” she gasped, drawing his mouth down to hers. She sucked on his mouth desperately. Her tongue probed his mouth, while his cock split her womanly mound and tickled her womb. She clamped her legs behind his ass and pulled him harder, so his pelvis slammed into her wet crotch. He loved her enthusiasm, her hot sexy body and steamy hot pussy. She was fresh and young, a far cry from the dirty creature he had plucked from his car.
The wet sounds of sex, mixed with their harsh breathing were loud in the room. The smell of sex was very strong, but pleasant. The bed creaked to their movements. On and on, he pumped his cock into her hot, wet lips. If he felt her nearing an orgasm he would stop, feeling her shudder beneath him.
Her sweet pussy clenched around his cock, trying to hold it into place. He felt the muscles contracting around him, trying to hold him inside her. It was too much too take.
Feeling the fire building in his loins, William moaned loudly, while pounding his hard cock up into her wet void. She gasped and withered beneath him, ready to cum as well. They both groaned loudly, then screamed together as their bodies exploded into a wonderful mixture of electricity and fireworks. Mindy’s soft body withered beneath him. She held him close as he shuddered and emptied his cum into her waiting pussy. Her pussy lips clamped tightly around him, holding his manhood inside her as her pussy spasmed and twitched. He jerked, pushing his cock far up inside her with each spurt of hot cum. Finally, they relaxed in each other’s arms.
William laid there listening to the beating of his own heart, and their ragged breathing. Her arms were still wrapped tightly around him as is she were afraid that he would go.
“You are going to like it in Florida,” he said as he smiled up at the ceiling.
“Am I going to Florida? Redheads burn easily, you know. Can you afford to buy me a lot of sunscreen?” she teased.
“Certainly.”
“Ok,” she giggled, squeezing him in her warm arms. “I wish you were hard again,” she whispered.
William lifted the amulet in his hand and whispered the chant. In seconds his cock grew rock hard and throbbing.

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William Decker, a 19 year old college student, yawned and rubbed his tired eyes. The drone of his powerful V8 engine was humming him to sleep. The adventurous nature of the trip had sustained him during the first leg of his journey, despite 14 continuous hours of non-stop partying the night before. But, now the newness and adrenalin were wearing off. He opened a pack of no-doze and took two tablets. He shook the coffee thermos and found it empty. He needed to stop.
He blinked at the blue road signs as they passed, looking for a place to stay, or a place to gas his fuel-hungry 383 Malibu engine. He grabbed a large plastic bottle of Dr Pepper out of an open ice chest and held it in the crook of his arm. He opened the bottle while he drove dangerously using his bottle-ladened elbow. After a few daring swerves and swoops he drank from the bottle, once again cheating death in an attempt to assuage his thirst, and wash down the pills.
William sighed and reclosed the bottle. He had planned his trip to avoid New Orleans. He had been told it was a confusing mass of one-way streets. He didn’t mind, he enjoyed driving at night, but his choices for gas stations were limited. Most closed after ten. Mile after mile passed. A blue sign appeared in the distance. He watched it hopefully until the word “gas” appeared. With a slight grin he slowed and turned up the offramp onto to highway 51. The roar of his engine echoed off the trees and cement as he accelerated up the ramp.
William expected to see a gas station at the intersection at the top of the ramp, but was disappointed to find the area deserted. One pale yellow street light lit a coin-operated ice machine and a dirty telephone booth. He stopped in the intersection and looked both ways. He reluctantly turned north. He must find gas.
The pills were beginning to work. William drove for several minutes wide awake and happy. It was a nice night. He looked out his window at the full moon reflecting off the water of a swamp. It was beautiful. Frogs and crickets sang as he passed. The smell of growing things perfumed the air. He had seen lightning in the distance earlier, but all was quiet now. He hummed along with the music on the radio, while tapping on the steering wheel.
A distant object appeared in the road. At first he thought it was a light or fire, but as he drew closer he saw that it was a bank of fog extending across the road. The moonlight was playing tricks with the fog, it seemed to glow and pulse with a life of it’s own. William felt his skin prickle as he drew closer. His nostrils flared and the hair stood up on the back of his neck. Something was wrong, very wrong, as if he were sensing evil. How in the hell…
William entered the fog. He had a million fleeting visions of sex, murder, and debauchery. Naked, dirty, withering bodies touched his own. The stench of hell filled his nostrils, a sweet cloying, evil smell of death and rotting bodies.
William saw a beautiful woman approaching him through the fog, she was nearly naked. A thin chiffon gown flowed around her. He felt himself becoming aroused. She held a hand out in a friendly gesture of peace and friendship, or so he believed.
He was distracted by dozens of warm, slimy hands touching his body, stimulating and further arousing him. He knew they were sucking the life out of him, but he didn’t care. He moaned in passion and horror, giving the beautiful woman an imploring glance. He felt the creature, whatever it was, was using her. The woman seemed to exert a great force of will, screamed and melted into the road. He felt a immense loss. Amid the chaos and unpleasantness, he had felt a kinship with the beautiful woman. Hours seemed to pass. Bodiless faces appeared in the fog, and passed beneath the car, laughing insanely as they disappeared. The hands continued to touch his body. The horrible stench continued filling his nostrils with the stink of death.
For an eternity visions of sex with beasts, sex followed by murder, or dirty disgusting and perverted sex filled his vision. It was being forced on him by a will stronger than his own. He knew it’s purpose. It was trying to defeat his will to live. By giving pleasure, and associating it with guilt, it was waiting for William to give up in shame and despair. He saw what looked like a demon with a three foot cock fucking a woman to death, while she changed into many different screaming women.
William felt a mouth on his cock, even though he was fully dressed. Naked, wet bodies touched him. He felt many stinking pussies sliding up and down on his body, leaving a trail of wet slime wherever they touched. Something hot and hard was shoved up his ass. He screamed as it began pistoning in and out in time with the mouth on his cock. He came explosively. The mouth continued to suck, keeping him hard. The mouth broke contact and he felt his cock fill a warm void, either an invisible pussy or an ass. It was much too hot, burning his sensitive flesh. He started to scream an objection, but he couldn’t speak. He tried to pray, but he couldn’t remember the words. A chant filled his head. At first it was so low as to go unnoticed, but eventually it grew louder until it thundered in his brain. It was a friendly chorus of voices aimed at releasing William from his hell. He tried to plead with them, but they didn’t seem to notice. They continued their chant, growing ever- stronger.
All time stood still when William suddenly passed out of the fog. His car was just leaving the road. Two tires were treading on the short green grass of the shoulder. He swerved the car back onto the road while his wild eyes searched for signs of the previous horror and debauchery. All was normal. Had he gone insane? He could still hear chanting in the distance. A firm, authoritative type of chorus.
Panting for breath, he sat driving automatically, as mile after mile passed. His mind went blank. He did not think, nor did he sense the passing of time. All time seemed to stand still. He could still hear the chant in his head. Would it ever go away? Would it ever leave him alone to live a normal life again?
Then it did leave. A chill filled his soul where the chant had been. He blinked, suddenly aware of his surroundings. He saw a Shell sign and a collection of lights glowing in the distance. He gave a great, shuddering sigh, as if awaking from a horrible nightmare. He looked down at himself to find his clothes still neat, clean, and dry. He had been sure…
William pulled into Hammond at 1:13 in the morning. Forty five minutes had passed since he entered the fog. It seemed like weeks. He was surprised to find the gas station still open. It was at the edge of town. He pulled in and sighed in relief. He’d just made it, the gauge was on empty. William watched an 18 year old boy in greasy blue clothes put down a magazine and come outside.
“What can I do you for?” he asked tiredly.
“Gas, high test.”
“Gotcha,” he said, finding the gas cap and sticking the nozzle in with a clatter.
“Is there a hotel around here?” William asked, looking in his mirror at the attendant. He appeared to be thinking.
“No, not unless you go south to Norlans, but I wouldn’t recommend it until morning.”
“Where?”
“New Orleans,” he said slowly and patiently.
“I took I12 to avoid New Orleans,” William muttered.
“There’s an all-night restaurant,” the attendant said brightly.
“Where?”
“Other end of town,” he pointed, as if William didn’t know where the other end of town was. “There’s a park across from it, truckers stop there and sleep.”
“Thanks. Hey…” he stopped uncertainly. He didn’t want to look like an idiot, but something had happened. Something horrible, something supernatural. He wanted an explanation. He wanted to confirm his sanity.
“Have you seen anything strange in the swamp back there?” William asked, pointing behind him.
“No!” the man said rudely. William was looking at the man in the mirror, so he saw his face go pale. The man licked his lips nervously, giving William a guilty, fleeting glance.
“Really? What about a strange fog?”
The gas nozzle clicked, even though the car was only three quarters full. The attendant slammed the nozzle back into the pump and came up to the window.
“Seven dollars and forty six cents,” he growled with his hand out. William started to object, then thought better of it. He handed the man ten dollars.
“Keep the change,” he muttered.
“Thanks,” the man said reluctantly. He turned, then hesitated. “Hey, mister.”
“Yes,” William said hopefully.
“Don’t go back there at night. Stay in the park.”
“Why?” William asked, but the attendant was already gone.
William ate at the all-night diner. He took his time over several cups of coffee, watching the truckers come and go. One thing was consistent, nobody went south on highway 51. Everyone headed north. William slept at the park. He would not return to the swamp at night. The rest of William’s trip was uneventful.
Over the next few years William earned his Bachelors at UC Berkeley, then returned to Florida several years later. He never forgot that horrible night in Louisiana. No matter where he went or what he did, it was always in the back of his mind.
William slid his hard cock into the soft, wet pussy of Megan Gray. She was naked, bent over the back of an overstuffed chair. William huff and groaned above her silky smooth back. Her pussy felt so damned good on his cock. She was giving little kitten cries as he fucked her brutally. She liked it hard, and so did William.
William’s legs were growing tired. He pulled out of her pussy. She gasped in disappointment, turning to give him a desperate look.
“On the couch,” he whispered with a smile. She followed him to the couch. He laid on the couch and held up his arms. She climbed on top and melted against him, quickly repositioning her pussy and sliding down his hard cock. They gasped together. She began riding quickly and roughly, now in command of the situation. William didn’t mind. Megan was on the top of his list, in the little black book. She could have it any way she wanted it.
“Oh yes,” she gasped. She had her head thrown back, facing the ceiling. Her pussy was hot, very hot. He hadn’t felt such heat since… NO! He didn’t want to think about that now. Not now. Why wouldn’t it ever go away? Why had he compared every living woman on Earth, to the beautiful woman in the fog. He dated nobody who didn’t measure up to her standards.
“Oh yes!” Megan screamed, in the throes of orgasm. She clamped her legs tightly against his body and ground her pussy into his pelvis. He waited only a moment before his cock spasmed, spurting cum into her wet, steamy pussy. Megan continued riding until she brought herself to a second orgasm, just seconds before he grew too sensitive to allow movement. He held her in a rigid grip, gritting his teeth. She withered, moving too much for a sensitive cock.
As he waited William enjoyed looking at the slender, sleek form of his favorite girl. Her long brown hair bordered on blonde, due to the hot Florida sun. Her body was darkly tanned, her breasts nearly perfect. He had seen better, but they had been sculpted by a plastic surgeon.
Megan was still moaning in the aftermath of her orgasms. She sat facing the ceiling. Her neck was slender and perfect, the muscles standing out in relief. She finally looked down and smile. She laid on his chest and pulled his head into a fervent kiss. He closed his eyes and accepted her tongue as it entered his mouth. She moaned, pressing her breasts into his hairy chest and rotating to stimulate her nipples. Her cock-filled pussy moved gently.
She was the sexiest living creature William had ever known. She could give herself multiple orgasms, while he sat watching TV. At the moment she was sitting astride his wet and wilted cock, sliding gently in an attempt to bring about a third orgasm. She never quit, never had enough.
Her firm thighs were clamped against his body. Her pussy felt hot, very hot, on his wilted cock. When he opened his eyes, he was looking into a pair of slitted lizard eyes in a red, blotchy face. Her hair moved and undulated like a million snakes. She laughed into his mouth. He felt her tongue extending, filling his mouth, going down his throat. He started chocking and struggling in fear.
William threw the evil being off his body with a great heave. She screamed like an evil hag as she flew across the room into the wall. Her haggish screams turned to the cries of a woman. The face shimmered and returned to that of Megan. She was crying, giving him a hurt, outraged look.
“Why!” she screamed in pain and fury. “Why!” she screamed again. William had no answer.
“You fucking asshole!” she screamed. She grabbed up her clothing from the floor, cursing as she stormed out of his apartment. He knew she would never return. But his mind was on the horror he had seen. He would miss Megan later. He could never explain, even to himself.
“Megan,” he whispered in regret. He slugged the back of the couch three times violently, then wilted in defeat. It would never leave him in peace. This had been the first illusion. It would not be the last, he knew this.
The Southeastern Business Park in Gainseville Florida was small, in comparison to most complexes in the area. Stately pines lined an asphalt parking lot. Fruit trees bordered the parking spaces. Flowers separated the parking lot from the buildings.
Seven domed buildings were connected by a quaint covered walkway. Southeastern Business Park was an exclusive park, housing an insurance agent, a branch of the local bank, and an advertising firm. Last in the row of buildings was Brady & Associates, an architectural firm. In the last window on the right, belonging to Brady & Associates, sat a man on the edge of the desk, staring out the window across the parking lot. His eyes did not see the beautiful trees, flowers, the brown grass waving in the wind, or the crows screaming as they flew from one tree to another. His eyes were focused inward, on a fog which he had seen 17 years earlier.
Why were the visions haunting him now? Why, after all this time, was that night haunting him, ruining his life, trying to destroy him? Life had never been quite the same since that night. Some would call him lucky, he had conclusive proof of an afterlife. But he knew better. Part of him was missing, still trapped in that fog. And the fog wished to devour the rest of him. He knew it. He could feel it. It owned him, body and soul.
“I won’t go back,” William said viciously.
“Bill?” a familiar voice called from behind him.
“Huh? What?” he asked, startled.
“I asked you if you want to join me at the club for lunch. It’s steak and lobster today.”
“No, thanks Philip. Not today.”
“Something bothering you?”
“Yes, I… left something in Louisiana,” William finally said, coming to a decision. “I guess it’s time to go find it.”
“You have about seven years of vacation time coming, take all you need,” Philip said grandly. “Just be back on Monday.”
“I wish I could, but it will take some time to prepare. I can’t go in there cold. Knowledge is power.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” Philip looked askance at him.
“Nothing. Just thinking out loud.”
“Hey, Bill, have you got an ex I didn’t know about?”
“Huh? Oh no,” William said, his mind already on other things. “No, not at all. It’s just an old fear I have to conquer.”
“Well good luck. Phobias can be a bitch. See you next week,” he laughed, then waved closing the door behind him.
“I sure hope so,” William muttered. He looked out the window, pulling on his bottom lip. He would start today. No sense in putting it off. He needed to learn all he could about ghosts and evil, and how to defeat them.
“Damned!” he said, remembering Megan’s face. “Dam, dam, dam,” he cried, slamming his fist down on the desk.
William turned North on highway 51. This time he was surprised to find that everything was different. A McDonalds, KFC, and Wendy’s shared space with a Holiday Inn and four gas stations. He ignored them all, heading North toward Hammond. The swamp looked less hostile in the daytime. He had no doubt that it was filled with poisonous spiders and snakes, and of course the ever-present alligators. But, these were natural enemies. He feared the supernatural. He studied the swamp until he spotted the shell station far ahead.
“Hammond had become an unbelievable metropolis. Even the Shell Station had changed. It was now a modern mini- mart without the previous garage. Hammond was more than ten times it’s previous size. As he passed through the town he recognized the all-night diner. It had been turned into a Denny’s at some time in the past. It was almost unchanged, except for the new siding and a new sign. A modern truck stop had gone in next door, dramatically reducing its popularity.
He climbed out of his Navigator and activated the alarm. Stretching before he entered the diner, a 2,000 year old amulet pulled out of his shirt, hanging by it’s chain on his chest. He quickly shoved it back inside, but not before several occupants has seen it.
“Nice jewelry,” the waitress said, while leading him to a table.
“It protects me from nosy people.”
“Good luck with that,” she snorted.
“Are there many nosy people around here?” he asked.
“Hundreds, and not all of them are residents.”
“Such as???”
“Now who’s nosy? What would you like?” she asked as she handed him a menu.
“What can I get that hasn’t been frozen?”
“Breakfast,” she said with a knowing smile. Not many people caught on to the fact that they warmed up TV dinner style meals and dumped them on a plate.
“Coffee, bacon, eggs, and toast. Over easy and white,” he said, anticipating her questions. She smiled and left. He looked out across what had been the park, 17 years before, now it was apartments. She returned with his coffee. She leaned against him with a slender hip, as she filled his cup. He gave her a winning smile. She was extremely young and fuckable. He wouldn’t mind a little diversion. She wasn’t up to Megan’s standards, but her southern accent more than made up for it.
“Been working here long?” he asked.
“Six long hours,” she gasped.
“No, I meant in years?”
“Naw, I just started two months ago.”
“Who has worked here the longest?” he asked, looking around.
“Millie. She’s been here since ’83.”
“Really?” he asked in sudden interest. “Is she here?”
“No, she’s on the midnight shift. Why, did you lose something?”
“So to speak,” he nodded.
“You’re not going to get weird on me, are you?”
“What?” he asked with a chuckle.
“You know, weird. As in ghost, devils, and UFO’s?”
“Why, have other’s asked questions?”
“Are you a reporter?”
“No, I’m an architect. I specialize in designing bridges.”
“Well there are plenty of bridges around here,” she said, still leaning against him. He lowered his hand and touched her leg, just below the knee. She didn’t move or cry out.
“If you’ve been working for six hours, you must get off soon,” he said in a low voice.
“One hour and 53 minutes,” she whispered in return.
“Is there a hotel around here?”
“Boy, you work fast.”
“No, I need a place to stay,” he turned red in embarassment.
“I don’t mind. Sure, about a mile on down,” she nodded past the truck stop.
“Can you show me?”
“You betcha. Just take your time over your coffee,” she said with a youthful smile. William was thrilled. He loved making new conquests, especially with girls 20 years younger than himself. But a nagging worry bothered him. His thoughts returned to Megan. He licked his dry lips, while following the waitress with his eyes. Why worry, it couldn’t happen again? His heart raced as he looked at the sexy legs beneath her ridiculous striped dress. Her pony tail swayed behind her when she hurried from one table to another.
What a girl, he thought to himself. He loved country girls, they were so… clean, refreshing. City girls went home after work, put on a pound of makeup, a bushel of clothes, and a load of bull. He had seen the same act, the same routine, as if each girl had rehearsed it out of some play book. Sure, there were some variations, but nothing new. He had seen it all. There were two primary acts, the black females who did a lot of head shaking and pointing, and the white females who did a lot of hair flipping and mysterious looks. Of course there were so-called strong females who tried to act like a man, and were just as desirable as one. They stood tall for women’s rights. Hell, women had more rights than men already.
“Hey, are you in there?” the waitress said, holding a pot of coffee in front of his face. She stood in front of William, looking down at him in concern.
“Sorry, I was thinking.”
“You want more coffee?” she asked, looking from his full plates, to his empty cup.
“Yeah, sure,” he said, glance at her name tag. “Jane”, it read. She filled his cup, winked and left. That was refreshing, he thought, no hair flip, no pretense, just coffee and a wink. Kind of like Santa.
The end of her shift came swiftly. William followed Jane home.
William helped take off her ridiculous dress.
“How can they make you wear those?”
“They say wear them or walk. Jobs are scarce, and most jobs in the country are for life. That’s why Millie is still there.”
“Oh yeah, I have to speak with her.”
“Well we’ve got 8 hours,” she said brightly.
“I hope it’s enough,” he laughed, pushing her back on the bed. She fell with a giggle. Her underwear was all white, it made her look virginal.
Her long black hair was spread out on the bed around her. Her firm, meaty legs were open and lifted. He pressed a hand over her cone-shaped breast.
“My god, you’re beautiful,” he said quietly. He meant it. She was so young it hurt, and he had come to realize that youth alone was beautiful.
“You must have seen plenty of pretty girls in Florida.”
“Sure. How’s that song go? You can comb my hair, undress me everywhere? That applies to most of the girls I’ve known back home. They are plastic. Plastic faces, fake blonde hair, plastic breasts. They all look the same.”
“God, it can’t be that bad,” she laughed.
“Just about. Take off your underwear,” he urged.
“You too, this ain’t a free show.”
“Agreed,” he said, undressing quickly. He watched her breasts as they appeared. Creamy white with pink, almost invisible areolas, and tiny little nipples. She was so young, he almost expected large, puffy nipples. He leaned down and captured one nipple in his lips, as he finished pulling off his pants and socks.
Jane slid out of her panties. He stopped and looked at her slightly hairy abdomen above a small clam-like pussy. He shook his head in wonder. Exquisite! Normally, he didn’t like a hairy pussy, but she was just hairy enough to make it look sexy. Her pussy was small and girlish. Very desirable.
He again captured her right nipple with his lips and sucked. His right hand snaked across her body and tweaked her left nipple, eliciting a moan of pleasure from her sweet red lips.
William decided to take it one step at a time. He would not fall for the illusion if it occurred again. He sucked gently, while his hand went down to her pussy. She moaned, arching her back, pushing her pussy against his hand. He watched, mesmerized by the changing emotions on her face, and wary of the return of an illusion. Would he ever trust his senses again?
William broke contact with Jane’s right nipple. He looked down at her sexy, compact body and shuddered. She was so young, so damned fresh and sexy. He didn’t deserve such pleasure. Scrambling backwards, he made his way beside her and dropped his mouth to her gentle mound. Pushing her leg aside to make more room, he gave her pussy a full-lipped kiss. She sighed and lifted her womanhood to meet his mouth. He sucked and tongued her young flesh urgently, wishing that he could crawl right up inside her and fuck her from the inside out. His tongue and mouth had her moaning and thrashing on the bed.
William stopped and rolled her over on her stomach.
“No, my turn,” Jane gasped, sitting up and pushing him down.”
“But I was just…”
“Too damned slow,” she said in his face. She leaned down and kissed him while she backed against his penis. Her pussy moved, trying to enfold his cock, slide it into her steamy depths. His eyes opened in horror. This is what Megan did before…
“What’s the matter, don’t you like girls?” she asked, looking down at his half-wilted cock.
“Oh God yes, I love girls. And you are one of the hottest girls I have done in a long time, it’s just…” he stopped, seeing the warning look in her eyes. He needed to think up a lie, and do it fast.
“I have to take a piss,” he said.
“Ok, I’ll put it on hold,” she said, rolling off his body. “That way,” she pointed with a dramatic “queen of the nile” pose. He followed her pointing finger, which rested on her bent knee, and saw three doors. He found the bathroom behind the last door.
He did piss, then stood looking in the mirror. Did he really know the man looking back at him? Was he the man he thought he was? He reached down and held the amulet, which was supposed to protect him from evil. What evil, new evil, old evil, the pit of hell kind of evil? In his car he had crosses reputed to be blessed by saints, holy water, chants and prayers, and even a voodoo object or two. With all that protection, he should be able to have sex undisturbed. It was his mind plaguing him now, not the evil.
“Get a grip,” he whispered to the face in the mirror. He washed his face and hands, then turned to find Jane standing in the doorway.
“You are one of them, aren’t you?”
“Yeah,” he reluctantly admitted.
“When?”
“Seventeen years ago.”
“So that’s why you want to see Millie?”
“Yeah,” he said, leaning against the sink. He stared at her naked body and felt himself hardening again. She was small, compact and muscular.
“Is that why you are here? To confront that thing?”
“It is,” he admitted. “It’s ruining my life.”
“You aren’t the first, and probably won’t be the last. They all disappear, you know.”
“All? A lot of men?”
“Men, women, boys and girls. They never come back. That’s why I was hoping…” she turned away before she burst into tears. He started forward, but she turned back with a straight face and a brave smile.
“Well at least that still works,” she giggled as she pointed. He looked down to see his cock rock hard, swaying as he took a step.
“What is it?” she asked forcefully. “What makes a man so crazy that he has to come back, but so embarrassed that he can’t talk about it, and so excited that it gives him a hard-on?”
“Evil, sex, depravity, and suffering. Sadistic visions, perverted sex acts, all playing on your most basic of emotions, guilt,” he said, thinking as he talked. “Do you know what it is?”
“Some people call it the Collection, others call it Masey’s Apparition. Whatever you call it, it’s evil. I know there was a clan of people who lived off the swamps here almost two hundred years ago. I think Masey was the old woman who ran the clan. I guess they were all killed. Supposedly thirty some people disappeared in one night. Somebody said a French pirate used to live around here long before that. He and his crew disappeared too. It was all blamed on Indians, but maybe that thing killed them.”
“It could be. I got the impression that it was old, very old. Maybe since the creation of the Earth.”
“The locals never use that highway at night. Some people wanted the road closed down, but too many people wanted the business it brings in. The town would die without it. Other’s wanted to post warning signs, or close the highway at night, but they were laughed out of the meeting. So it stays the way it is.”
“And people die,” William said thoughtfully.
“Can you finish what you started?” she asked, looking down at his hard cock and licking her lips.
“I’ll try. I seem to be prone to hallucinations. I hurt the last girl because of them.”
“I’ll take my chances. I need a good fuck. I could tie you to the bed,” she said playfully.
“Like hell,” he said, hugging her close, then capturing a breast in his hand. They walked back to the bedroom that way. They fell on the bed in the middle of a kiss. When William fearfully opened his eyes he saw only Jane laying before him.
“Lay on your back and bend your legs,” he said, positioning her on the big bed.
“Why?”
“You’ll see. It’s a great position.”
William slid inside her bent knees and touched her pussy with his cock. She whimpered in delight. By moving slightly and pushing, she inserted his cock into her eager pussy. She rode gently against his cock, pushing her ass toward him while relaxing on her back. William reached out and captured a breast, from where he laid beneath her. She smiled and closed her eyes, enjoying the sensations.
William pumped his pelvis to meet her impatient pussy. The slick sound of his cock sliding in and out was noisy in the quiet room. Her moans were rhythmic and pleasant. William looked over her compact, sexy body and suddenly felt good, very good. He had been pursuing women for the past 17 years. In each and every case he found each woman to be unique, fascinating, and beautiful in her own way. There was nothing wrong about sex, nothing evil or foreboding. It was a part of nature. It was a part that William enjoyed very much.
“Oh yes,” Jane panted, growing hotter. William stopped moving. He allowed Jane to become desperate for a moment, then begin rubbing her pussy up and down over his impaling cock. He knew she was receiving and entirely new set of sensations. His long cock was now churning her hot cunt flesh like a stick in butter. The position allowed his cock to extend well up inside her pussy. He could occasionally feel her cervix strike the end of his cock. In each case Jane stiffened and hissed at the pain and stimulation it caused. She was getting hot, real hot.
William’s motives were self-centered. He wanted Jane to bring herself off in such a manner, because it generated less sensation in his own penis. He knew that she would come first, then finish him with her mouth. This is what William wanted, to see that sexy mouth sucking on his juice-coated cock. It was so erotic. He knew that any woman who would suck her own juice off a cock, was a potential lesbian. And William was fascinated by lesbians. Most men were.
“Oh… oh God,” Jane gasped, humping faster. Her breasts jiggled nicely. William again captured her left breast in his hand and rotated her nipple with his thumb. She hissed in pleasure, grabbed his hand and sucked his index finger into her mouth. She the released it and mashed her own breasts in her hands.
“Oh, oh, oh, ohhhhhhh!” Jane screamed, stiffening with her back arched, her pussy grinding against his cock. He continued stimulating her breast, as he carefully watched her face. It was twisted and ugly, but thankfully this was due to her intense orgasm. She sat up explosively, grabbing his hip and pulling her pussy tightly against it. He leaned forward and captured her nipple in his lips. He sucked like a starving infant. She grabbed his head and held it to her chest. Slowly she relaxed. She gave out an exhausted sigh and fell back on the bed, with her hand still on his head.
“That was wonderful,” she sighed. “But you didn’t come.”
“You noticed?”
“Let me finish you,” she easily said the words that William loved so much. He rolled over on his back and opened his legs. She rolled between them and took his hard cock into her hand. She pumped it for a moment, then dropped her lips over the end. She sucked and licked for a moment, then sank her mouth well down on his shaft.
William gasped in delight. Her lips were so hot, so soft on the shaft of his cock. Through a vast amount of experience, he had learned that a black woman had the softest lips of all and invariably rated number one on his blowjob list, but any lips could feel heavenly when you badly needed an orgasm.
“You sweet little cocksucker,” he gasped, holding her head in his hands. “I love southern girls,” he cried happily, tipping his head back and looking at the ceiling.
“I’m glad,” a sweet southern voice said, chilling him to the bone. He fearfully dropped his eyes to Jane, but it was no longer Jane sucking his cock, it was the beautiful woman from the fog.
“Do not fear,” she gasped, before licking the head of his cock. “I am congenial, sir,” she before taking his cock into her mouth. She rose and sank several times, before her beautiful blue eyes looked up into his. “I have missed this,” she said with a note of sadness in her voice.
“You’re a ghost!” William squealed.
“So?”
William was at a loss. What could he say to that?
“I have a ghost sucking my cock,” he said emphatically.
“And?”
“You, you, you…” he gasped in confused concern, then closed his eyes in pleasure. Her ghostly lips sank over his long shaft with just the right amount of pressure and suction. She was good, much better than Jane.
“Let me finish this, then we can talk,” she said, lifting her body slightly so she could sink his entire shaft down her throat. He watched apprehensively as the entire length of his shaft disappeared into her mouth. Would she bite the damned thing off? Damned, she was good.
“You are so beautiful,” he murmured. Her eyes smiled into his, but she continued his blowjob uninterrupted. He felt the fire building. The pressure intensified in his balls. He clenched his ass muscles and waited. He knew he was close. How would she handle his orgasm? After all, she was a ghost, he thought with a shiver running up his spine. Would his cum simply shoot through the back of her head? No, she was using the body of Jane. What would Jane remember?
“Oh God,” he said, reaching out to hold her head in his hand. He quickly jerked his hand back. Her warm smile heartened him. He bravely reached out again and firmly planted his hand on the top of her head. The illusion was so good, that he could see his hand ruffling her hair. He reached out and touched her cheek. It was warm and soft.
“Oh fuck,” he screamed. His balls clenched, then released their load into her willing mouth. She sucked frantically, drinking every little spurt and trickle, then more calmly as he slowed, then stopped. She milked his cock with her slender white hand, while sucking on the end to drain it. Slowly she released it and sat up.
“Ghost or not, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever fucked,” he whispered, as if afraid of waking up Jane. He saw her flinch at his words.
“Please, sir, do not be crude.”
“Pardon?” he asked, really confused.
“Do not use crude words to describe a wonderful deed. It was a very pleasant intercourse.”
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you.”
“Noted,” she said with a smile and a nod.
“Who are you?”
“I was Elizabeth Agnes Attenborough. I died in 1845 during an Indian attack. I can not remember the exact means of my demise, but I believe my husband killed me from behind to spare me the horrors of rape and torture. Little did he know…” she trailed off, a look of pain crossed her face.
“Damned,” he said. He saw her flinch again. He held up a hand in apology. “So why are you here? Why are you still around? A woman like you should have gone straight to heaven.”
“I am being held in this place by a force you can not understand. It is an ancient force, a living thing composed of many dead beings. I have heard it is composed of pure energy, but I would not know. It attracts and captures souls. You, sir, can release me. Of all the men who have tried, you are the only one who has a chance to succeed.”
“Me, I’m nobody.”
“You have an aura and strength which it fears, but at the same time it is enchanted by you. You seem to fascinate it, it wants to possess you.”
“Oh, wonderful.”
She nodded in agreement, misunderstanding his sarcasm.
“I have to face it,” he admitted.
“I know. It retains a piece of you, just as it retains all of me. Thanks to that piece of you, there is a ghost of you in the collection. Just as I am a ghost in your reality, you are a ghost in mine. I have grown to like you, even though we have never really met.”
“You are making my head hurt,” William said, holding his hands to his head.
“I am sorry. I must go now. I will first advise you. Go to meet the collection with strength. Have a priest bless you. Take your charms and magic, since you believe so strongly in them. But it is you who can defeat it. Not your body the person you are on the inside. I will help all I can,” she added as she faded out.
“Hey, where do I go?” he asked.
“What?” Jane asked in confusion. She looked down at his deflated cock, then looked around the empty room in fear and confusion.
“Who are you talking too?”
“Elizabeth Agnes Attenborough.”
“Is that a fucking joke?” she asked, blinking.
“I wish it was. I have to go,” William said, standing and stepping into his clothes.
“That’s it? Wham, bam, fuck you ma’am?”
“Unless you want to come along.”
“Where?” she asked, then flinched when he gave her a steady stare.
“No thanks. I’ll just chill out here. Call me if you live through it.”
“I will,” he promised.

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these stories were originally done by jayrich and nither him nor me own kim possible series and if anyone from the cast complains they can SUCK MY LEFT NUT BYE