The Mystery at Faldor Hotel

Part one

Nancy and Eloise, hidden by thick fog on the veranda and peering through the kitchen's screen door, thought the barely recognizable figure of Elora Sasser would never leave. When she finally did, summoned away by the bartender, they were quick to take their chance, hurrying inside and through the door to the right that led to the short service hallway. Less than ten minutes later they stood just inside the basement column room, Nancy holding the key to the locked door at the opposite end of the room, this being a two foot long crowbar that she'd taken from the workroom on their way.

While in the workroom, Nancy couldn't help but smile over her aunt's reaction to the provocative poster she'd seen on the wall above the toolbox. Eloise could barely take her eyes from the girl in the wet, grease stained swimsuit that showed everything, and Nancy wondered at just how many such things she'd overlooked throughout the years with her lesbian aunt.

At the moment, however, these and any other thoughts were gone from her mind. Being in the presence of the four crystal columns tended to have that effect. Eloise, she could see, was beginning to experience this for herself. In the lightweight, powder blue summer dress, belted at the waist with the surprisingly short hem and daringly low neckline, Eloise stood staring at them. Not having worn a bra, Nancy watched as her nipples hardened under the thin dress, visibly erecting to excitingly lewd points of forbidden interest.

"Aunt Eloise," Nancy reminded, wilfully resisting the powerful influence of their proximity, "remember, you have to be careful not to stare at them. ... Aunt Eloise!"

"Y- yes, I... they're so beautiful..." Eloise managed, still staring at the wondrous crystal columns, feeling their throbbing heat. "They're just so..."

And then she was moving forward, walking towards them while Nancy watched, torn between stopping her and a temptation to let her go, to satisfy a perverted curiosity of what would happen once she reached the polished concrete between them. She knew this temptation was being impressed upon her, knew how important it was that they both resist, that they keep moving to the heavy, padlocked timber door at the opposite end of the room, but her aunt was such a sexy woman and it would be so rewarding to see what kind of wanton depravity the columns could find within her soul.

"Aunt Eloise..." Nancy half-heartedly warned with a crooked grin, unaware that she was now rubbing her own braless and totally erected nipples through her tank top.

"Ohhh, Nancy..." her aunt crooned, now standing amidst the columns, slowly turning to look from one to the other.

Nancy was finally able to justify letting this go on with the reason that this was the best way for Eloise to see that what she'd been telling her about these columns was true.

"They're so beautiful... so... Why did I wear this awful dress?"

Without a second thought, she undid the belt at her waist and then grabbed the hem of her dress with both hands. Pulling it up and over her head, she then carelessly flung it to the darkened recesses of the room to stand only in a pair of high cut, white satin panties.

Nancy jumped a little as her fingers pinched and twisted one of her nipples, but this sensation was just barely enough to break the spell that, along with her aunt, she'd begun to fall under. Moving forward before her mind could again be co-opted, she kept her eyes down, mildly surprised to find her other hand rubbing her pussy and that she was now somehow missing her capris. But there was no time to think about that. Taking her hand from her sex, she reached Eloise just as her aunt's fingers were slipping down the front of her own panties. Grabbing her by the shoulders Nancy bodily shoved her from the center of the column's influence.

"Noooo!" Eloise moaned, but gave only token resistance to Nancy's forced removal.

And then they were at the padlocked door at the far end of the room. Eloise was trying to twist around so that she could see the columns that were crying out to her, to both of them, but Nancy wouldn't allow it.

"No!" she forbade, safely blocking her aunt's view by facing her with her back to the columns. "Aunt Eloise, you mustn't look!"

"But, they want us! Nancy, they

need

us! And they

love

us! Oh, Nancy, they love us

sooo

much! Can't we just-?"

(Slap!)

The sudden expression of shock and surprise on Eloise's face mirrored Nancy's own feelings about having slapped her aunt. Yet, it was necessary and, more importantly, it had worked. Quickly turning her around to face the door, Nancy continued to keep her back to the columns while she spoke.

"You can't look at them, Aunt Eloise! I know you want to! I know what it's like! I feel them too, their need and their... their love for us... Don't think about it!" she reaffirmed, as much to herself as Eloise. "I know it's hard, but this is what I've been trying to tell you about these columns!"

"Yes, I- Oh, Nancy, you're right! You were right about them all along! It's so unbelievable, but... I was... Nancy... Wh- what happened to my dress?"

"It's alright, don't worry about it," Nancy told her, tugging her tank top down over her hips, though it was too short to cover her golden brown muff. "Just try to keep your mind centered on what we've come here to do. Which was... Oh,

fuck!"

Even with her mind in its semi-clouded state, Eloise was somewhat shocked at Nancy's language but, as an example of their latent behaviour, it was relatively minor and not exactly deserving of correction as she stood there in only her panties.

"I dropped the crowbar and our flashlight by the door!" Nancy lamented. "Okay, I'm going back for them. You stay here and keep looking at this door and thinking about getting beyond it, no matter what!"

Eloise nodded and Nancy moved off, skirting the columns and keeping her eyes to the outer walls while her mind centered on the sound of her heels on the cement until she reached the entrance. Grabbing up the crowbar and flashlight, she made her way back around the room in the same fashion until she rejoined her aunt at the mysterious door they needed to get through.

Nancy found herself unable to help admiring her aunt's body, suddenly remembering her and Anna making out in the boutique and wondering why she didn't join them, why she didn't initiate a lesbian threesome that-

"Uhh!"

Nancy expelled, shaking her head to clear the excitingly naughty mental images from her mind.

"What?" Eloise asked, her lips slightly parted as she stared with unmasked desire at her niece's bared pussy.

"I was just thinking... Nothing."

"What?"

"Nothing!" Nancy insisted, passing Eloise the flashlight and raising the crowbar.

Fitting the claw at the curved end under the metal latch, she began pulling down at the other end, applying more and more strength as Eloise noted to herself that they were in fact breaking and entering, a criminal act punishable by law. Of course, she realized, in Cinder Bay, punishment for such things wasn't necessarily a completely bad thing.

After some initial resistance, the hasp tore free from the door frame, the entire latch, along with its padlock, now hanging from the door as Nancy lowered the crowbar. Looking at her lustful aunt with some trepidation, she stepped back slightly, grabbed the defeated latch began pulling the heavy old door open to the sound of squeaking hinges.

Only the first few feet of what appeared to be a passageway through natural rock was lit by the light from the column room before darkness hid any further insight. Nancy and Eloise stared for a moment, breathing in the sudden, natural scent of the stone before Nancy clicked on her flashlight, but this only extended the light's reach by almost five feet before it too faded to black. There seemed to be no lighting, not even a wire strung along the rough walls to indicate that there were fixtures further along, and both women looked at each other with some doubt.

"A cave," Nancy clarified aloud. "Strange..."

"Why?" Eloise questioned, her mind now mostly off of her Niece's appetizing pussy.

"Because," Nancy explained, "the hotel would have had to have been constructed overtop of it. The only other explanation would be that it was constructed after the hotel was built but, after a few feet, the walls don't show any tool marks. Also, if I were digging a cave through solid rock, I'd make the floor flat enough to comfortably walk on. This cave must be a natural formation."

Looking down, Eloise saw that Nancy was right. Aside from the obvious shaping to make the mouth of the cave fit the doorframe, the floor gradually took on the natural texture of the walls and ceiling. What Nancy assumed to be the result of millions of years of the North Atlantic's salt water passing through this space had mostly smoothed out any rough edges. Without any consideration for human foot traffic, however, the bulges and clefts in the floor made it clear that they would be leaving their heeled shoes behind.

"Come on," Nancy encouraged, kicking hers off and shoving them out of the way with her bare foot before taking a cautious step beyond the threshold.

Removing her own shoes, Eloise followed, wincing a little as the sharper edges of the hewn rock assaulted the tender soles of her feet. Nancy had already reached the point where the rock became naturalized, but turned with a final instruction for her aunt.

"Better close the door behind you in case somebody comes down to the basement."

"But won't they be able to see by the broken hasp that somebody's been through this door anyway? Besides, our clothes are still lying around up there. If we're going to close the door, we should go back and get our clothes so they won't arouse-"

"No," Nancy forbade, shaking her head to add finality to this judgement before adding, "They may not notice the broken hasp and, while it's true that they may check the door after finding our clothes, I don't want to risk going back to get them. We... may never get back here. Do you understand?"

"Yes," Eloise nodded, though still doubtful as she turned to grasp the edge of the heavy door.

To the squeaking of its hinges, Eloise's somewhat cleared mind could now appreciate the risk of traversing the column room once more in order to retrieve their clothes while, only then, fully appreciating their power over their minds and how right Nancy had been about them. A reality that was difficult to grasp, her mind stumbled over acceptance of what it meant. Was there really some supernatural cause for what was going on here, or was there still some rational explanation yet to be discovered? Perhaps the cause of all this was some natural, geological vents that spouted some sort of mind altering gas, or some as yet to be discovered element like uranium that, instead of irradiating unsuspecting victims, mixed up their moral sensibilities to the point where enjoyment of watching one's niece getting used by two dirty old men was not just acceptable, but desirable?

When the door ground shut, these thoughts persisted in the near darkness, but Nancy waited, illuminating her path from the door so the two could go on to find out one way or another.

Part two

Bess and Muren's shower didn't take quite as long as either had expected. While they certainly did take their time in thoroughly washing each other's curvy bodies, their smiles were mostly those of friends while each considered their own personal issues. Exchanging only the needed words in low, gentle tones, they finished their bodily maintenance and got out to dry and dress themselves in cleavage exposing, white nightgowns from

Annabelle's Boutique

. Short enough to expose the bottoms of their matching panties, they were also sheer enough that the rest of them showed through as well, and as clearly as their breasts and nipples. While standing between the suite's two beds, unabashedly leering at one another, Bess suddenly felt the onset of another passion.

"Are you hungry?" she asked Muren's full breasts, completely visible under her nightie.

"Um... my eyes are up here, Bess."

"Yup," Bess replied, still ogling Muren's assets and repeating to them, "but are you hungry?"

"For food?"

They both laughed softly as Bess nodded, finally looking up to her face as the priestess informed, "Yes, actually I am."

"Well... should we go down to the lobby and find out if the dining room is still open at this hour, or should we order some room service?"

"We'd have to get dressed to go down to the lobby," Muren pointed out.

"Says who?" Bess asked, smiling coyly as she turned and headed for the door.

In the stairwell, however, a chance meeting with another guest confirmed their question regarding the dining room. He seemed surprised, a previous expression of consternation disappearing at this unexpected meeting before his eyes found the very pleasing bodies of young Bess and her mature companion. Standing on a landing that they were yet to descend to, he could easily see up the front of their translucent nighties and Bess's friendly greeting couldn't completely distract his eyes from that view.

"Oh, hello again," she greeted.

"Hi," the middle age tourist returned.

Not quite as nonchalant as Bess was about roaming the public areas of the hotel dressed the way she was, Muren didn't immediately recognize the husband and father of two from the lobby when he and his family were checking in the day before. When she did, a slight blush rose to her face. This wasn't a local, but a passer-through, and what would he think of-?

"I, uh... love your outfits," he complimented.

As far as Muren could tell, this wasn't sarcasm on his part and, though she knew it shouldn't, his approval de-escalated her apprehension.

"Why, thank you," Bess replied, looking pointedly at his midsection, remembering his lovely penis from

Annabelle's Boutique

and the way he stroked it until he came while watching his wife and daughter being used by the two local men there. "Um, I didn't get a chance to introduce myself earlier. My name is Bess. This is Reverend Candy."

With a leering smile, he ascended the stairs, offering his hand and returned, "Kevin Milan."

The average looking, yet somewhat attractive middle aged man shook both their hands, continuing his visual tour of their bodies as Bess's eyes strayed back to his crotch to see the beginnings of an erection in his pants.

Licking her lips with a smile that threatened an excited giggle, she stated, "We were just on our way to see if the kitchen was open."

"It isn't," Kevin reported. "I just came from there myself."

"Oh," Bess replied, her brow furrowing at the thought of going hungry until the next morning when the kitchen would open for breakfast. Turning to Reverend Muren, she asked, "Now what will we do?"

Muren cleared her throat, still a little uncomfortable with addressing a tourist while dressed the way she was, but was about to reply when Milan beat her to it with a solution to her and Bess's problem.

"We have some sandwiches that my wife packed. Why not come to our suite and eat with us?"

Taking another less than furtive glance at his crotch, Bess surmised from the bulge in his trousers that his erection was at full strength as she replied, "We'd love that."

Minutes later, Kevin Milan's family were staring at the two scantily clad females that the hardened head of their household had returned with. Standing at the closed entry door, Muren's discomfort level had re-escalated despite her growing excitement at how Owen was looking at both she and Bess. From the far bed by the window, where he'd been watching a pornographic movie, he practically drooled, the erection in his blue pajama bottoms even more clearly visible than the one in his father's pants. He wasn't wearing a pajama top and she couldn't help but notice that the young man was built fairly well and probably more than capable of vigorously fucking her until she came.

Jenna lay on the closer bed with her back propped up on the headboard. She wore a medium length, pleated rayon skirt with a dark paisley pattern. It was displaced on her thin body as though she'd been recently rolling around on the bed, it's already short hem ridden up to show most of her toned thighs. Her white, scoop necked T-shirt was thin enough to easily see through to the little black bra that covered her small breasts, and short enough to show off her toned midriff. The girl seemed somehow desperate, her facial expression reminding Muren of the young, inner city drug addicts she'd worked with at her last posting.

Sharing that bed to Jenna's right, clothed in a pair of tight, white pants and a seafoam green blouse that buttoned almost to her neck, Sally Milan also lay propped up on the headboard. Her desperate facial expression was similar to her daughter's, but also held strong disapproval as she stared up at her two unplanned guests. Suddenly recognizing Bess as the girl from the boutique, the one who'd licked the semen from her body after the local man had finished having his way with her, Sally's face reddened, but she still addressed her husband with the same disapproval in her tone that was on her face.

"Kevin!? What- Why did you-?"

"The kitchen is closed," he answered as his eyes strayed briefly to his daughter's thighs. "These two ladies were also looking for something to eat, so I invited them to eat with us."

"But, Kevin! They-

Owen!

For the

last

time, turn that filth

off!"

Staring at the panty clad crotches of the two newcomers, Owen didn't seem to hear his mother while, on the television, a young redhead made the most erotic choking sounds to the impressive penis that was fucking her face.

"Sally, for heaven's sake, don't get so excited," Kevin scoffed.

But, from the way Kevin's wife kept glancing at her husband's erection, Bess could easily tell that Sally was very excited and making a valiant effort at keeping that under control as she returned, "In case you've forgotten, this

lady

... you

know

what she did!"

"You didn't stop her," he countered, walking further into the room.

Sally's upset face reddened further at this. Her eyes followed him as he stopped beside the television, momentarily watching the action on the screen as he dug into a travel bag and came out with a large

Tupperware

container. His last comment appeared to settle the question of Bess's and Muren's presence in their suite and, after he watched the man on television pull his member from the red-head's mouth to repeatedly blast her moaning face and hair with his seed, he introduced his wife and children in a more formal manner.

"My name is Bess, and this is Candy," Bess politely returned.

"Pleased to meet you all," Muren greeted, still nervous as she stood beside the more relaxed Bess.

"Yes," Bess agreed, "and thank you for sharing your sandwiches with us, Mr. Milan."

With an open look at Bess's chest, he smiled graciously and said, "Call me Kevin. Have a seat, you two."

As he took a seat on the edge of the bed Owen occupied, Bess thanked him and shot an encouraging smile at the hesitant Anglican beside her before moving to take a seat beside him. This left a choice for Muren. She could either sit to his other side, or choose the edge of the bed where his wife and daughter lay. After a moment of indecision, she chose the latter, offering Sally a tight lipped, apologetic smile as she walked around to Jenna's side of the bed and took a seat, facing Bess and Kevin.

Handing her a sandwich, Milan took a good look between Muren's legs, this not helping her discomfort, but she was unable to deny the fact that it pleased her. Most disturbing was the fact that his wife being in the room made it somehow even more pleasing, and she found her thighs parting for him, her eyes locked on the large tent pole in his pants as she thanked him with a helplessly flirtatious smile.