Shadows Over Bramblewood Ch 04

HENRY

I watched Brianna's face as I diligently rubbed the hood of her fevered vagina. Her eyes were closed, and I could tell from the way she was licking her lips and clenching her abs that she was well on her way to another orgasm.

It was an intoxicating thrill, having such power over her. With just a thought, I could make her so horny that she would eagerly shed her clothes and beg me to take her. I could make her come, time and time again, working her with my fingers and mouth until she groaned and shook. Each climax was exhilarating to watch, seeing this beautiful young woman writhing naked beneath me, gasping my name. I could fuck her whenever I liked, however I liked, and she would mewl like an animal in heat, relishing every firm thrust. She was completely under my thrall; I had enslaved her with pleasure, and now she would do anything for me.

I finally understood what it must have felt like for Miranda, when she invited me to her mansion and made me read that parchment. The lust that followed was overwhelming, coursing through my body like a surge of raw, rapacious energy. I couldn't get enough of her; I kissed her everywhere, desperate to please her, to show how much I wanted her. I remembered the gleam in her eyes after I came inside her that first time. She knew she had me, and that I would happily obey her every command.

But where did the parchment come from? Had Miranda created it, or had she found it somewhere? What other secrets were locked up in that old house? The woman had powers beyond my comprehension - and in the days since her death, I'd become obsessed with the idea of acquiring those powers for myself. But when I ransacked her library and every other room in the house, I found nothing except for that single parchment. Now, with Brianna's help, I hoped to uncover some sort of clue, something I might have overlooked.

"So let me get this straight," I said, trailing a finger up through her moist crevice. "You and Lucy just drove away, without talking to Alan?"

Brianna nodded quickly, her face flushed. "She was embarrassed and scared."

Not surprising. Alan called me a few hours ago, asking about the woman he'd seen in his house. He didn't mention that she'd caught him masturbating, but he did seem keen to know who she was. I was alarmed at first, fearful that someone else would stumble across the secrets I sought.

"Maybe it's time for me to meet this friend of yours."

"Lucy?" Brianna's brow creased with confusion. "Why?"

"I need to know that I can trust her. And what better way to do that than to bring her here and make her read my parchment?"

Her eyes widened with realization. "You're gonna fuck her."

I smiled. "Does that bother you?"

Brianna frowned. "Lucy's my closest friend. She's a sweet, innocent girl..."

"Not for much longer," I replied, dragging my knuckles through her moist folds and making her shudder with pleasure. "As soon as I put those symbols in her mind, she's going to start craving sex like it's oxygen. She won't be able to resist it. I'm going to get her into this bed, and I'm going to put my fingers on her pussy, like this..." Brianna whimpered as I prodded her swollen flesh. "I'm going to make her come. And come. And come, until she can't think for herself anymore."

Brianna was squirming with lust now, my fingers tracing rapid circles around her engorged clit. I leaned down and whispered into her ear. "And yes, I'm going to fuck her. I'm going to fuck her senseless while she groans and drools. Your sweet, innocent friend is going to become my sex toy, just like you."

Brianna moaned deliriously, unable to deny what I'd done to her. I watched her body tighten as I titillated her sweltering pussy.

"And you're going to help me seduce her, aren't you?"

She bit her quivering lip and nodded.

"Good girl. Now come for me. Come like the horny little slave you are..."

Her eyes rolled back into her head and her body convulsed with ecstatic tremors. I watched with satisfaction as the orgasm cascaded through her, plunging her deeper into my power. After a few more climaxes like this, any lingering concerns or guilt would be gone. I would keep fingering and licking her hot pussy until she became my eager accomplice, more than willing to betray her friend into sexual slavery.

But right now, my cock was straining to invade her again.

She watched in dazed fascination as I took off my clothes, her eyes gleaming as she stared at my rigid organ. "Want me to suck it?" she asked, sounding hopeful.

I shook my head. "I want to fuck you, Brianna. I want to fuck you hard and fast."

With a sultry smile, she spread her thighs for me, then gasped as I nudged my cock head against her juicy nether lips. "I'm not going to be patient this time. I'm going to ram this into your slippery cunt, over and over again, until I fill you with another fat dose of cum. I want to hear you moan, and tell me how it feels. Understood?"

"Yes!" She nodded excitedly, still staring down at the thick meat poised at the entrance to her vagina.

"Yes, 'master'," I corrected.

"Yes, master!" she replied, then threw her head back and groaned as I sank inside her.

* * * * *

LUCY

It was just as well that Brianna hadn't come home last night. I'd masturbated a few times, and I wasn't quiet about it.

I knew his name now. Alan Blackwood, son of the mysterious woman who lived in that old mansion. By some quirk of fate, we'd both been riding the same train to the same place. And then he'd caught me spying on him in his own house. I could still picture him lying there, stroking his thick erection. I'd pictured it in the bath last night, while frantically rubbing my clit. Then again in my bed, my legs wide open, groaning as my vibrator did its job. I was becoming insatiable.

He wasn't just a dream anymore. He was real, and I wanted him, more than I'd ever wanted anything. But after what I'd done, I couldn't bear the thought of facing him again. Without doubt, he thought I was some perverted stalker, and I wouldn't be surprised if he called the police. Walking into town this morning, my sunglasses on despite the cloudy weather, I half expected to see "wanted" posters with my face on them. But at the café, the only "wanted" poster that caught my eye was a job opening at the local library.

Less than an hour later, I was talking with Bill Macintosh, director of the Bramblewood Public Library. I hadn't planned on settling in Bramblewood, but the library was short-staffed due to a retirement and in dreadful need of organization. I'd been living with my parents after my brief stint at a non-profit ended last month, so this felt serendipitous. Also, it didn't hurt that Bill was a tall, gorgeous, nerdy guy who was definitely my type. Or at least he would be, if my head wasn't already swimming with salacious thoughts of Mr. Alan Blackwood.

In my latest fantasy, I was lurking at the door to his bedroom again. Except when he saw me this time, I didn't flee in terror. I walked right in and climbed onto the bed with him. Then, in a lewd, seductive voice that I'd never used in real life, I told him I wanted to taste him, that I wanted to suck his cock until his hot spunk burst into my mouth. I'd never gone down on a guy before, but just thinking about it had me practically salivating. I wanted to see the look in his eyes when my lips brushed the tip of his penis, when I enveloped it with my mouth, when my tongue explored his rigid length. It was making me really horny again, and I had a sudden urge to start touching myself.

So here I was, sandwiched between bookshelves on the second floor of the library, trying to keep quiet as I lifted my skirt and slid my hand down into my panties. What was happening to me? I'd never been like this before - so hungry for sex that I was about to start fingering myself in a public building, where anyone might see me, where I could lose my new job. But seeing Alan like that, remembering how that dream made me feel - I couldn't help wanting more. Moaning softly as my fingers went to work, I imagined myself draped atop his body, completely naked. Feeling his cock surge up, its firm flesh brushing tantalizingly close to my vagina. Oh, God, I wanted to feel it - pushing inside me, stretching me, filling me with delicious heat. I rubbed myself faster, my mouth hanging open in a silent groan. He was real. I could have him, I could fuck him. We could be...

"Mr. Blackwood?" came Bill's voice, alarmingly nearby.

I froze, my fingers still poised on my slick, throbbing clit. I looked to my right and saw Alan Blackwood standing there, barely fifteen feet away.

Oh my God. Oh my GOD! Was I having a nightmare? How could he be here, right at this moment, staring at me with those fierce blue eyes? The expression on his face was unreadable. It could have been disgust, finding this crazy stalker woman here on the floor with her legs splayed open, brazenly masturbating in a public place. Or could it be something else? Could it be that he was feeling a little horny, just like I felt when I watched him pleasure himself? A wild thought raced through my mind - what if I just kept touching myself? What if I let him watch as I stroked my sex, staring at him with undisguised lust as I stirred myself into a helpless, quivering climax? He was the one who had done this to me, after all, whether he knew it or not. I was already so close, it wouldn't take much to throw me over the edge. What would he do?

But then Bill's voice intruded again, closer. "Ah, there you are, Mr. Blackwood. Did you find what you were looking for?"

"I did, thank you." His eyes lingered on me for a long, simmering moment. Then, without looking at the title, he grabbed a book from a nearby shelf and walked away. I heard him chatting amiably with Bill, their voices growing faint as they made their way back to the lobby.

I sat there in stunned silence for a while, trying to digest what had just happened. He could have reported me, could have had me fired. But he didn't, and now I didn't know what to think. How long had he been standing there, watching me? A few minutes more, and I would have been shuddering with bliss, thinking about the two of us together. My pussy was still begging for attention - but after that close call, I didn't dare to continue. There would be time for that later tonight; my vibrator was going to be busy again.

Just as I was about to leave the aisle, I heard a thud behind me that made me jump with fright. Whirling around, I saw that a book had fallen to the floor. It looked like someone had just pushed the book off the shelf - but there wasn't anyone here. My heart was still racing, and a sudden chill went up my arms, raising goosebumps. Nervously, I walked closer and picked it up. Then, when I saw the author's name, I nearly dropped it again.

It was a book about the history of Bramblewood. By Miranda Blackwood.

* * * * *

It was more than just a history book. The way it described the people, their personalities and relationships - it felt as though the author had actually been there, over two hundred years ago, and was bringing that long-dead time back to life in these pages.

I kept thinking about how the book had practically jumped out at me - as if someone desperately wanted me to read it. I'd never really believed in ghosts, but I also knew that there were strange things in this world, impossible to explain. Like my brief glimpses into the future. How was that even possible? But I couldn't shake the feeling that someone wanted me to read this book, that there was some secret in its pages that yearned to be known.

It wasn't until Brianna arrived home that I realized how many hours had gone by. I'd been completely absorbed in the book, to the point where its words began to swim before my eyes.

"What's that you're reading?" she asked.

"Oh, nothing," I replied, rubbing my eyes. "Just a book I picked up at the library." I didn't know why I was being evasive - but for some reason, I didn't want her to tell her any more than that. I felt as though the book's secrets should belong to me, whatever they might be. "How was your day?"

"It was great! Henry and I have been doing a lot of work together."

"Yeah, I'll bet." I smirked at her.

Brianna laughed. "I hope you don't mind, but I invited him to come over for dinner tomorrow night. He's really excited to meet you."

"Sure, that's fine, I can't wait to meet him." Though what I really wanted was to get back to my book.

* * * * *

I had to admit, I could see why Brianna was attracted to him. Henry was quite handsome, and his eyes were an alluring shade of green. He was a little older than us, but he was obviously in great shape. I guess he had to be, from what Brianna had told me about their nightly sex marathons.

After the dishes were cleared, Brianna said she wanted to show me something she had discovered recently, something she thought I'd be very interested in seeing. She seemed so enthusiastic, it made me curious to find out what was exciting her so much. I saw her give Henry a weird grin, then she went upstairs, urging me to follow her.

In her bedroom, she went to her dresser and pulled out a manila folder. "Oh, I can't wait! This is going to be amazing," she said, practically bouncing in place. "You're going to love it."

She handed the folder to me, and I was a little underwhelmed when I saw a single sheet of paper inside. "What is this? A deed to a new house?"

"You'll see. Just read it."

I looked at the paper more closely. "It's just...a bunch of symbols." But there was something odd about them. It almost seemed like they were moving, twisting together to form characters in a language that was just beyond my comprehension. Strangely, it reminded me of Miranda's history book, where the words seemed to dance across the page after a while. There was something intoxicating about the way they writhed and squirmed, and I was starting to feel that same rhythm deep in my body.

Brianna drew closer to me, her arm around my shoulder. "Yeah, they're just symbols. And they're gonna drive you crazy."

"What are you...talking about?" And why couldn't I stop staring at the parchment? I felt as though there was a voice in my mind, yelling at me to look away. But it was impossible. The need to keep watching those cavorting sigils was far too strong. I could feel them slithering into my mind, sapping my will. As the seconds ticked by, my thoughts began to dissipate into a chaotic haze, and soon the only thing I could focus on was the tantalizing heat pooling in my groin. The urge to start masturbating was almost overwhelming. "What's...happening to me?"

"You're getting horny, sweetie." She said it excitedly, as if she was about to introduce me to a new chocolate chip cookie recipe she had found. "You can feel it, can't you? Your tits getting tighter. That delicious, throbbing ache down there..." She began to snake her hand under my skirt, then up my inner thigh, and it took all my dwindling willpower to twist away from her before she could go any further.

"I can't..." I dropped the parchment on the dresser, but its obscene message was vibrating through my mind and body now. I knew that I had to leave, had to escape this whole weird situation. But my legs felt weak, barely able to support me, and the hunger between my thighs was raging out of control. I'd never known anything like it. I felt like just sinking to the floor and rubbing myself silly.

"You can, honey," said Brianna, taking my arm and pulling me toward the bed. "Fight it as hard as you want; it won't make any difference."

She sat down next to me, and immediately her hand went under my skirt again. This time, I didn't try to stop her. I just sat there, staring downward as she worked her way toward my crotch. When she found it, a hot jolt of pleasure coursed through me like erotic voltage, making me gasp.

"Stop that," I murmured, my voice sounding half-hearted even to me. I could have moved away from her, and I really should have, but it was hard to do that when her fingertips kept nudging against my panties in the most insidious, delightful way.

"You don't really mean that, do you?" she purred into my ear. "I think you're starting to enjoy it, the way I'm rubbing your pussy. What happens if I do this...?" She tugged my panties and slipped her hand inside. Now her fingers were gliding against my slick, bare labia, and there was nothing I could do but whimper and squirm.

"How does this feel, Lucy?" she whispered. "Still want me to stop?"

I shook my head. It felt way too good, the way she was delving into my crease then trailing her fingertips back up, slathering my clit with lubrication. I couldn't make her stop, not now. I just sat there, furtively catching my breath as I quietly surrendered to her diligent manipulation. Those weird symbols had done something to me, mercilessly tonguing my libido until I was well past the point of even trying to resist. I didn't know why my best friend was doing this to me, but I needed her to keep going. My face was flushed, my heart was pounding, and her fingers were steadily working me up into a desperate state of frantic need.

"Open your legs for me. Oooh, that's it. You're so wet now, I think it won't be long before you give in." She began to move her fingers faster, brushing and swirling against my feverish epicenter. I could feel my whole body clenching, tightening, heading straight toward a tumultuous release.

"I'm gonna make you come, Lucy," she said, breathing the words hotly against my ear. "I'm gonna make you come so hard, you won't be able to think straight." Her fingers were rubbing my clit, rubbing it hard. "You're so close...go ahead and come...you know you want to..."

She knew she had me. My mouth was hanging open now, my breath coming in ragged, uneven gasps. All she had to do was keep touching me, stroking me, just like that.

I convulsed with a low, exultant groan. I was lost. My mind swam in thick, glowing heat while my body pumped and spasmed. Through it all, Brianna kept massaging my pussy, coaxing wave after wave of bursting pleasure. It was exquisite and wild, and I never wanted it to end.

Except when it did, I saw Henry standing in the doorway. My mind reeled to think that he had been watching us - but that was nothing compared to the shock I felt when Brianna bounded over to him and said, "I did it! I made her read the parchment, and she's just had her first orgasm."

Henry smiled, patting her on the bottom. "Well done, Brianna. Why don't you go ahead and take off your clothes? We've still got a lot of work to do before she's completely ours."

What was he talking about? I felt a pang of dread as Brianna started undressing, her eyes fixed on me with a wicked grin. "I don't know what's going on here, but I'm not..." My words died away as those eerie symbols flashed before my eyes again, followed quickly by a sudden wave of lust. I gasped at the force of it, my body instantly heating and aching and craving. It felt stronger this time, as if my recent climax had eased the path for this new hunger to plunge inside and take over.

"You should take off your clothes, too," said Henry, looking at me with blatant desire.

I shook my head defiantly, even as my vagina clenched with need. "That's not going to happen."

Then he came closer, and I realized I was in serious trouble. He had undoubtedly used that parchment on Brianna, and now she was practically his slave. With chilling certainty, I knew the same thing would happen to me, unless I got out of here right now.

So why wasn't I able to move? All I could do was sit there in a bemused stupor while naked Brianna crawled toward me on all fours. "You can't resist it, honey," she cooed. "You've had your first taste, and now you're going to want more."