. I am standing before the infamous old Innsbruck Cider Mill in Avon, Connecticut. The windows you see before you have been boarded up and shuttered since 1917, when the mill was abruptly shut down and abandoned forever, allegedly due to paranormal activity."
Malcolm panned the camera across the stone edifice, zooming on rotting boards, then following the creek that ran behind mill, which was barely visible because it was overgrown with swamp grass and cattails. Then he slowly panned back to Dante, carefully framing the picture to ensure that his pecs and biceps, so prominent beneath his black
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tee shirt, would be clearly visible to the female audience (and possibly the gay male audience as well, although the consultants they had hired on the cheap did not provide much in the way of a demographic breakdown when it came to sexual orientation). Just to make sure his bases were covered, he zoomed out a little bit to show the bulge of Dante's package and his large quadriceps muscles. To boost their ratings up above zero and avoid cancellation, they might have to resort to shooting a sweat lodge ceremony with both Dante's and Persephone's buck-naked moist bodies fully exposed, Malcolm thought. He would have to raise that idea at the next production meeting. Of course to avoid a ratings killer, Malcolm's body would remain where it belonged, behind the camera.
Malcolm suddenly become aware that in his digression, he had subconsciously swept the camera to focus on Persephone's humongous breasts, which were even at that very moment valiantly struggling to set themselves free from her halter top. To appear purposeful, he lingered there for only a second, then panned up to focus on her deep dark eyes, her dimples and her lustrous long black hair. This intern thing was definitely working out he thought, licking his lips. The ratings would definitely turn northward if he kept taking shots like this. Reluctantly, he turned the camera once again in Dante's direction.
"As already mentioned, this old mill is famous in the annals of psychical research for causing the suicide of one prominent early investigator into the paranormal and causing another to lapse into madness for months after he spent just one night here," Dante continued. "In the 1930s, a group of college kids camping out in the mill mysteriously disappeared, never to be seen again, and three decades later a man and a woman seemingly engaged in a romantic tryst were found floating in the creek in back of me. Many others have died here.
"Many of the visitors to the mill report catching a brief glimpse of a young woman in nineteenth century garb, who disappears when you look directly at her. Often these visitors report that they were in the process of falling asleep just prior to the vision.
"Legend has it that the ghost is the spirit of Mary Thompson, a young mill worker who one night 1876 offered her favors to the entire mill crew, taunting each man as he finished. Mary Thompson was beaten to death for her troubles, and her body was never found. As a result, her spirit lives on in this place, a hungry ghost seeking justice, or more likely vengeance."
Demon-Mary rose from the Dream, called forth by the sound of her name. She would extract her vengeance again tonight. She felt the darkness within her rising, her will gathering its strength for the coming ordeal.
After several hours of playing with the ouija board while wearing infrared goggles and using the E-meter to test each other's spiritual achievements, our scantily clad intrepid investigators turned in early, early being around 2 AM for them. To Malcolm and Persephone's consternation, each slept alone, in order to cover the entire building in case anything began to happen.
They all dreamed. This was moment the demon had been waiting for. Now she could wear their flesh, defile it and drive them mad. Not to mention eating the rest of Persephone's Big Mac. It had been fourteen years since she had last known the ecstasies of fast food.
She slipped into the dream of the fat one. He was busily fucking Persephone in the ass and did not notice her as she stood behind him. How easy it would be to take him now, but the idea of wearing his jiggling flesh truly repulsed her. She would rather ride the body of one of pigs that lived down the lane. No, she would wet-dream the girl instead.
She slithered out of Malcolm's disgusting dream and floated across the Dreamscape until she found the girl's dream. Predictably enough, she was still getting fucked in the ass. But this time it was Dante who was doing the honors. These mortals would never learn the truth. There is but one Dream and we each wear different masks within it.
Demon-Mary tapped Dante's shoulder, as if she were cutting in on him in a waltz. He disappeared into a mist of droplets, and she now had the girl all to herself. She softly slid up and down Persephone's naked back, her erect nipples tracing lightly over the girl's soft young skin. She kept up the fucking movement, even though she was missing a vital part. Persephone didn't seem to mind, as Mary began to lick the swan-like nape of her neck, moving her wet cunt up and down the small of Persephone's back. Her tongue meandered forward to Persephone's earlobe, which the ghost began to lick furiously, sucking it, letting her tongue role around inside the folds of her ear, then back to her earlobe as she continued to slide her wet crotch up and down Persephone's back. She reached out with her hand and interlaced her fingers with Persephone's fingers and moved her tongue softly to her beautiful dark eyes, tracing the contours of her eyelids before turning Persephone's head to the side to grant her tongue access to Persephone's mouth, then swirling her tongue around Persephone's sensually full lips. She gently urged Persephone's mouth to open and then Persephone's now eager tongue met her own, sliding over it to slither into the dark spirit's own mouth, running its way along her teeth, fiercely exploring the wet inner linings of her cheeks. The girl turned and wrapped her arms around her, pulling her tightly against her as her tongue continued to dart in and out of her mouth. She felt Persephone's hand reaching down to cover her mound, her fingers teasing her clitoris, dancing circles around it so that her astral body was writhing in denied ecstasy until Persephone plunged three fingers into her dripping cunt and began to fuck it in earnest, as she continued to probe the demon's mouth with her frantic tongue.
Dream-Persephone rolled their bodies over so that her naked body covered the demon's own, warming the lost girl's cold body with her own living heat. She moved her tongue from the demon's mouth and slid it over her chin and down the demon's exposed and vulnerable neck. She licked her way down the demon's body, stopping to suck and tease each of the demon's hard nipples, bringing them to pleasure and releasing them over and over again. She spread her hand to knead both of the demon's sizable breasts, squeezing them tightly and hard, as she continued her oral odyssey down the lost girl's body. Persephone's soft hair spilled upon the demon's naked torso as she licked her way down to her
mons veneris
.The demon arched her body, grinding it against Persephone's mouth. "Eat me," she whispered. "Eat me."
Persephone was only too happy to oblige, her mouth engulfing the demon's clit, her tongue lapping it with renewed violence. She nipped it with her lips, pulling it up and then releasing it over and over again, until the demon's moans of denied pleasure filled the Dreamscape. When the demon's frenzy was at its peak, Persephone denied her no longer and opened her with her tongue, her lips pressed against the moist lips of the Mary's vagina, her tongue probing deeply, moving faster and faster in a fucking motion as her fingers continued to rub and tease her clit. She reached out with her other hand, tracing the crack of the demon's ass as her tongue swirled around her nether lips. She plunged her tongue deeply into the demon's cunt, and Demon-Mary arched her back, her hands coming down to force Persephone's face tightly against her cunt as she cried out in her final throes and turned herself into the Devil's rain, a cloud of acid vapor that poured itself into Persephone's mouth, burning its way down her esophagus and into the very core of her being.
Demon-Mary reveled in the sensation of true flesh surrounding her as she rose from the mattress. She could feel the girl waking, futilely struggling to regain control of her physical body. It belonged to Mary now. She began to strip the clothes from the wench's luscious body. The next two tasks required that she be sky-clad.
Persephone hoped that she was not awake. She watched her arms as they stripped her body. She tried to regain control, but to no avail. The demon was in her every thought, her body obeying only the demon's bidding as the foul spirit rode her like a horse. She could feel the taste of death inside her.
Demon-Mary ran her hands up and down Persephone's naked flesh, which she now owned. The pleasure was so much more intense than dream pleasure. She circled her fingers around Persephone's areolas, the crowns of her magnificent breasts. The pleasure was indescribable. She ran her right hand down Persephone's taut tummy and plunged her fingers into Persephone's still-dripping cunt. The pleasure of actual flesh was so intense that she cried out softly as she plunged her whole hand into Persephone's cunt, moving it in and out violently. She longed for more. Over a century as pure spirit was far too long a time.
