Chapter Three – In the Basement...
Dani finally made it down to the kitchen mid-morning, much later than she normally woke. It had turned out that she had got back to Earth by about just after dawn and being completely exhausted had briefly slept but the three or so hours sleep hadn't really been enough and she still very tired. She slowly trudged into the kitchen, half dressed and half asleep.
"And what time do you call this?" A unbearably cheery Carrie said as her mother sat down to breakfast.
"I was tired okay! It was a busy day yesterday." Dani answered, as her daughter dressed in short blue, pleated skirt and tiny white t-shirt, laughed at her.
"I know mum, I was just joking. Are you still going to work today?".
"Yeah, for a little bit. While I'm gone you can keep unpacking stuff." Dani told her daughter.
"But mum, I've got work to do."
"You've got all summer holiday to do that. So today you can help me. You can start down here and then work your way up to the bedrooms."
"Okay, I suppose so." Carrie finally agreed.
"Oh but don't bother going into the south wing. I don't want to use it much and there's not much stuff there so I'll do it later." Dani quickly added hoping she appeared casual.
"Yeah whatever, no problem." Carrie replied as she headed off to begin unpacking.
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Carrie had unpacked a few boxes but had then got a little bored and had begun exploring the house. She'd wandered around it's large garden for a while, enjoying the summer sun beating down on her bare legs and arms, hoping to get a nice tan and she even briefly removed her top and lay down, sure that no one could see her in the secluded garden. A big smile on her face as her large, firm breasts started to get a tan too. She was proud of her tits, she was as large as her stacked mother, and would hated to have been as flat chested as some of her friends. She had no idea how they got any male attention at all.
However she'd soon got bored sunbathing and came back inside, now covered up and started mooching about the mansion, her mother had been gone many hours and it was nearly eight in the evening, darkness beginning to settle around the house. Carrie knew that despite her mother's intentions the mountain of work she had would keep her away for several more, probably till nearly midnight.
It really was a very grand house and she was pleased that her mother could afford such a nice place. She was also really very happy that the nearby town had one of the oldest and well stocked libraries in the country. Carrie loved books, there was little in the world she preferred and she'd learned so much from them. She smiled at this thought, excited by just how much she had recently learned.
She continued wandering around, first into the kitchen, now large and full of modern appliances but once staffed by many servants. She then walked into the large storage area behind the kitchen, in the mansions grander days it used to store vast quantities of food for the kitchen but now it was just a dumping ground for broken appliances and boxes filled with junk. A single door was set into the opposite wall of the room, Carrie knew it went down to the house's basement but she hadn't yet been down there. It was meant to be vast, full of old passage ways and storage rooms but her mother only intended to use it as a wine cellar. A total waste she thought, maybe she could find some use for the space and so, gingerly, she opened the old, wooden door and crept down the stairs, the thick door slamming shut behind her.
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Dani's car sped into the house's driveway, it was a little after eight and the sun was just beginning to go down. She'd been desperate to make sure she got home before darkness - at first she'd told herself it was to make sure Carrie didn't happen across the gates but as the day wore on, the desire boiling away in her panties convinced herself that she actually just wanted to fuck some more demons.
She dove out of the car leaving her briefcase still full of undone work on the back seat of the car. It had not been a productive day her mind had been elsewhere, full of images of hell and it's beautiful demons. Work being impossible to complete so she'd tried wandering around the office to clear her head but a young secretary called Lia, twenty four, brunette and beautiful had caught her attention.
She'd tried chatting her up but the girl was clearly not interested in another woman so Dani had started groping her arse or tits each time she walked by. The girl became terrified and it was only when Dani had encountered her in the bathrooms, grabbing the girl and pushing her against the wall, forcibly kissing her before ripping off her top and licking her pert breasts that the girl became receptive. Dani had licked her out in one of the toilet stalls before Lia repaid the favour, her agile tongue sending Dani into ecstasy. But it hadn't been enough, it just wasn't like it had been in hell and so as soon she could she left the office and had raced home.
The house was in darkness and hope filled Dani, she had thought she would have to wait till Carrie went to bed before venturing into hell but if she gone out, she could go now. She charged up to the large front door, fumbled around for her door key, dropping it in her nervous anticipation before finally she got the door open. As she entered the house she bellowed out Carrie's name. She got no reply.
Dani sped around the house, calling Carrie's name but still got no reply and saw no sign of her. She could feel her juices already wetting her panties and her nipples were bursting through her blouse, she needed fucking now and confident that she was alone, she sprinted to the library. She'd locked the library door the night before and thankfully it has been left the same way, she fished the key from her pocket and slowly unlocked the door. Fear that the gates wouldn't be open briefly filled her but as the door swung open and the eerie light filled the corridor she knew it was okay.
Dani walked up to the three open gates with a huge smile on her face and her hand already slipping under the waistband of her skirt and gently touching her engorged clit. She looked at each gate in turn, unsure of which to take, she desperately wanted to return to the Sixth circle, see if the slave girls were still there but the promise of new pleasures in the eighth or ninth circles also held much fascination.
Eventually she decided she would visit each in turn and so stepped up to and through the gateway to the Eighth Circle of Hell.
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Carrie slowly crept down the dark staircase, pausing briefly as she thought she'd heard a noise upstairs, a shout maybe, but she wasn't sure in the muffled darkness of the stairway and so she continued on. The stairs were long, narrow and lit only by a single dim light bulb half way down. Carrie, despite repeatedly telling herself that an eighteen year old shouldn't be scared of the dark, begin to feel a little nervous, it was just really creepy and the thought of encountering a spider or some big bug really didn't please her.
However she kept on going and eventually reached the bottom where the stairs opened out into a small room filled with shelves, boxes and old bits of furniture. Clearly the last owner of the house hadn't entirely cleared all their stuff out. Most of it was just normal household junk, a lot of it dating from the fifties or from even before the war but some of it seemed a little strange to Carrie. Lots of stone gargoyles and model monsters, many old books and boxes of candles and incense, most of them dry and mouldy.
Leading off from the room were two passageways, both dimly lit by single bulbs and Carrie couldn't really tell where either led. Picking randomly she carried on through down the right hand passage. As she walked down it the floor started to get a little damp, the soles of her pink high-top Converse making a little splash with each step. But the passage was slightly wider and perhaps a little less dark than before so she carried on.
She continued for at least twenty metres, with every few steps being marked by a small alcove filled with more shelves and more boxes of rubbish. Carrie ignored it all and kept on going until the passage ended in yet another room. This one was in near total darkness and she couldn't even see half way across, worse was the smell. The whole room stank of dingy, rotting dampness, something had obviously died down here.