~o The Luscious Ursula o~
Edgar had difficulty remaining comfortable. The sofa he sat on was comfortable, the room he was in was a nice parlor. He was a shy, young man with little self confidence. His eyes remained looking down at the glass of wine that he held in his hands. Every so often, he would throw a quick glance up and steal a look at the buxom, red haired woman that sat across the parlor from him. He would steal glances at her long, slender legs that were exposed by her deliciously fitted dress. He would also throw quick glances at her giant breasts, pushed up and together by tight and low cut bodice of that dress.
Of course, Ursula knew that Edgar was stealing glances at her incredible body. Her gaze was fixed on him, it seemed to torment the poor young man to no end. This amused Ursula tremendously as she lounged in her chair seductively, a glass of red wine dangling dangerously from her fingers. There was something about watching him squirm in his seat that delighted her to no end. She didn't speak because she didn't feel like talking, although it might have broke the tension a little for poor Edgar. Why break a sexual tension as wonderful as this?
The door opened and Ursula's maid, Tanya entered the parlor. A raven haired beauty, Tanya was young and had breasts just as large as her mistress'. Her uniform was a skirt that only came down to the top of her thighs and tight top that also displayed her plentiful cleavage. With her crimson lips and smooth, ivory skin, Edgar thought that she looked like an erotic drawing of Snow White. With two luscious sex objects in the room, Edgar could barely contain himself. While Ursula was older, she had an aura of confidence and wisdom while Tanya looked fresh and innocent.
"More wine master?" Tanya asked in her sweet, soft voice.
"No," Edgar mumbled nervously, "I'm fine."
"Very well then," Tanya said, "mistress?"
Ursula merely waved the maid off. Her business concluded, Tanya bowed to both of them and quickly left the room. Unable to take the pressure any longer, Edgar decided to get his business over with as soon as possible. He set his unfinished glass of wine aside and took a deep, calming breath.
"I'm going to be as simple and plain as I can," Edgar began, "you owed my father over fifty thousand coin. Since he is passed away in a carriage accident you know owe his estate the sum, thus ownership of the debt passes to me. You have been ample time to repay this debt to first my father and then to myself but you have not. Thus I have little choice but to take ownership of this house."
"You can't have it," Ursula replied.
"Look, I'll have you know that I have studied law and am fully prepared to take this claim to court. I will settle this debt one way or the other."
"Take it to court then little man," Ursula laughed, "I'll let Judge Waite fuck my maid in the ass and he'll rule in my favor as he always does."
"Very well," Edgar said while standing up, "I'll have you thrown in debtors prison and take possession of the property. Good evening."
"Wait," Ursula said, "I didn't take you for the type to call a bluff. Perhaps we can come to an agreement without involving the courts."
"I'll accept nothing less than full ownership of this property."
"You're a relentless little bastard aren't you?"
"A sassy mouth will get you nowhere."
"My mouth can do more than sass," Ursula replied, "if a man knows how to bring me to my knees. Threatening me with eviction is a pretty good way to do just that."
"I never spoke of eviction," Edgar said, "sign the property over to me right now and we can discuss your role in my house."
"Very well."
Ursula relented and signed the papers that Edgar had brought with him. He left that afternoon, promising to return in a month to move into his new home. Edgar would allow Ursula to stay at the house in the meantime, providing that she leave the master bedroom and settle in one of the smaller bedrooms on the second floor. Never before had she felt so humiliated and defeated. While she was able to manipulate most men, Edgar's resolve was deeper and stronger than he initially let on. She had assumed the brat would be a weak willed push over like his father, but that was a severe miscalculation. Now she was at the son's mercy. Ursula knew that she had to use any means to stay in that house until she was able to discover it's dark secret.
~o The Wicked House o~
It was built with wood taken from the forest that they called Sodomy Woods. There were all sorts of legends and wild tales about those woods. Stories about sex cults and unholy orgies with devils at night were common whisperings among the local population. The woods itself was considered perverse and evil. Those who ventured into the woods at night did not return the same. Men turned into mad ravishers. Women would come out as wanton whores, needing to spread their moral disease of promiscuity across pure and decent society. So a house built with wood taken from that perverse place was an affront to moral society.
Sodomy's House as it was called by the locals, was built in the Queen Anne style with five gables and a single turret. It was commissioned by an eccentric named Mr. Wicker. The Victorian mansion was immediately shunned by the community and wild stories quickly began to pop up in the local folklore. It was rumored that the Mr. Wicker engaged in an incestuous relationship with his three daughters. The three daughters mysteriously vanished and Mr. Wicker was found to have hung himself on an old maple tree on his property. Since then only weeping willows grew in the vicinity of the house.
The house passed from owner to owner, each one being driven to sexual insanity. Tales of orgies, bondage, prostitution and decadence flooded the local folklore. It was rumored that it's latest inhabitant Ursula, was fucked by fifty men at once in the basement of the old house. Then there were the tales of ghosts, spirits and demons that surrounded the house. Some of the elders of the town even said that wood taken from Sodomy Woods was a portal to the dark realm itself. But the most speculated rumor of all was the tale of a powerful and terrible secret hidden within Sodomy's House. A secret that Mr. Wicker himself brought.
~o Scratches o~
Tanya prepared the master bedroom as quickly and best as she could. Today was going to be the arrival of Master Edgar and she wanted him to be pleased. The large, oak framed bed was made, the sheets tucked so tight that a coin could be bounced off of it. There was not a spec of dust anywhere to be found in the entire house. The busty maid had worked tirelessly the entire week to make sure everything was in perfect order.
After one last inspection Tanya found herself satisfied with her work and decided to move on. It was time to tend to Miss Ursula's room. Ejected from the master bedroom, Miss Ursula took the second biggest room in the house which was said to have belonged to Mr. Wicker's eldest daughter. Tanya hated the room as it always unnerved her greatly. There was something off about it that was difficult to understand, as if the floor was just slightly uneven. Entering the room at night was a dreadful experience for her, but tolerable during daylight.
The room had two windows that looked out the front of the house. Sunlight poured through them, falling to the wooden floor in pools. Tanya entered the room slowly, throwing a cautious look around the entire room. The bed sat on the wall to her left with the two windows directly in front of her. This meant that the one half of the room was well lit during the day, but the half with bed and wardrobe was shadowy and obscure. Then there was the rocking chair that faced out one of the windows. The rocking chair was always still, but it seemed unnaturally so.
Swallowing her anxiety and apprehension, Tanya went to work with dusting the room. She did not lavish as much focus and care onto the upkeep of this room as she did the master bedroom. Tanya just wanted to get her duties over with and leave the room as quickly as possible. She went through the room with her feather duster swiftly. She dusted the window sills first then the rocking chair before moving on to the writing desk which was in the dark half of the room. Then she dusted the wood frame of the bed. It then that she noticed the strange scratch marks around the posts at the head of the bed. Usually, it was difficult to see such a detail in that half of the room, but the morning was so bright that day that Tanya could barely make them out.
A chill went through her body when she inspected them closer. After that, Tanya decided it was best to pretend that she had never seen them in the first place. She quickly moved on to the wardrobe armoire. Tanya brought over the chair from the writing desk so that she could stand on it to reach the top of the wardrobe. As she dusted the top, she could hear a feint noise. Tanya paused her dusting and listened carefully. She could just make out a scratching noise that seemed to come from inside the wardrobe. Stepping off of the chair, Tanya put her ear to the door of the wardrobe. It sounded as if something was trying to claw its way out.
Frightened, Tanya backed from the wardrobe a step. Her entire body shook. The scratching noise grew louder, as if whatever was in the wardrobe knew that Tanya was out there. Slowly, Tanya extended her hand to open the wardrobe. Her fingers trembled when she touched the knob. It was so cold that Tanya shrank back. Unable to bear the sound of the scratching any longer, Tanya fled the room into the hallway and slammed herself right into Miss Ursula.
"Stupid bitch!" Miss Ursula cursed at Tanya before striking her across the face, "you nearly knocked me over!"
"Forgive me mistress," Tanya pleaded, "but there was a ghost in your wardrobe and I was frightened!"
"A ghost?" Miss Ursula scoffed, "don't be silly. Come with me."
Miss Ursula grabbed Tanya by the hair and dragged her back into that dreadful room, over to the wardrobe. Tanya winced and clutched her eyes shut, not wanting to see the horror. Miss Ursula threw open the wardrobe doors and yanked at Tanya's hair.
"Look you silly whore," Miss Ursula said, "there's nothing in there."
