A Favor
“Fuck babe. You really want this huh?” I ask rhetorically as my girlfriend takes more of my cock down her throat than usual.
“Mhm,” she mumbles around my shaft.
Angela always gives enthusiastic blowjobs, even more so when she’s trying to convince me of something. During this one I was even allowed to take a video of it on my cell; a rare treat. I angle the camera to the side to record her slow, deliberate deepthroat massage. My dick always looks bigger from the side for some reason so it’s an added bonus.
Her throat relaxes and she starts to swallow the head of my cock past her throat opening. One, two, three gulps and I’m there in that oh so tight and pleasurable stranglehold. I help her get even further down with my hand on the back of her head. Her tongue slithering out to lick as much of my sac as it can reach is my reward. My balls rise higher trying to get more attention from her wet muscle and also signaling that they’re ready to release their load.
“Fa-huck,” I groan in almost indescribable pleasure.
My shaft thickens and she senses it almost before I do. I want to close my eyes and just enjoy my silly male orgasm but suddenly remember I’m supposed to be taking a video. I move the phone in front of the action to get the classic POV shot. Pulling back up she wraps her lips tightly around the tip as her tongue dances around underneath. Damn, she really knows how to make me pop.
Only able to keep one eye half open I watch my cock pulse as I shoot into my beautiful woman's loving mouth. She remains latched onto to me, gently sucking and licking until I’m empty. Coming off carefully, Angie winks at me with her cheeks puffed out. I hit the button to end the video that we’ll probably watch later before we fuck.
Tilting her head back she asks, “So?” as best she can while holding my cum in her mouth. She knows how much I love it when she shows it to me.
“Really? You’re gonna hold my load hostage?”
She nods, spilling a bit of it down her chin before she closing her lips and giggling.
“Fine, I’ll do it. But we absolutely cannot get caught. You know my uncle would have me arrested, blood or not,” I warn her.
“Yeah, Yeah, I know,” She says unable to stop a bit of my cream from leaking down her chin. She swallows rest and continues, “Just make sure you have them by Thursday.”
“Why Thursday again?”
She gives me an exasperated look even though she’s used to my forgetfulness, especially after I cum. “C’mon Jake. Because that’s when Brian and Jess are free too,” she reminds me, playing with the old key necklace she never takes off.
“Okay, I get that Jess is your bestie and all but does Brian really have to come? He’s so annoying,” I only slightly whine.
“Duh, he’s going to school for filmmaking or some shit. He can check out the camera’s we’ll need. I’m not excited about it either,” Angie explains.
Ghost Hunting, that’s what she wants to drag me into. She’s obsessed with every single one of the hundred “reality” shows they have on the subject. For whatever reason, Angie is particularly interested in this one house that my uncle’s real estate company has the keys to. The keys I have to lift from the lockbox in his office. No sweat, as long as I don’t get caught.
Setting Up
I didn’t get caught stealing the keys but as we drive down the road the house is on I’m worrying more about nosey neighbors. It’s a little after five in the evening so most people are home from work and school. I’m sure they would wonder what the hell a group of college kids is doing with film equipment in the place that had been empty for a few years now. I turn Angie’s mom’s minivan into the driveway and my whole body tenses; my butthole has never been so tight. Angie hits the button for the garage door that I also snagged and we slip right in undetected, as far as I can tell.
Angie starts barking order before any of us can open our doors. “Here we go! Brian, set up the cameras in the hallways and the great room. Don’t bother with the rooms, we’ll use our cells for them when we go in. Jake, you set up the motion sensors. Jess, I need your help blocking out the windows so no one sees us moving around the house tonight.”
“Yes sir,” Jess says with a mock salute.
“You sure you don’t want me to just take pics around the house? It would save a lot of time going through footage of nothing happening,” Brian jokes. The tech guy being the most skeptical of us only serves to make it feel more like a horror movie for me.
Angie gives him a look like she wants to rip his tongue out. “Brian you’d better take this seriously. Pretend you’re a professional who’s trying to gain more experience than secretly filming his roommate fucking,” she chastises him.
Brian actually shuts up at that. I toss Angie the keys so she can let herself and Jess into the house. Brian and I start taking the equipment out of the van.
Being Brian, he doesn’t stay quiet for long. “Yo, dude. Did Angie tell you what happened in this place?” he asks.
“I thought you didn’t believe in this stuff?” I challenge.
“Well, no, I don’t. But there has to be some story behind the place for Angie to wanna chase orbs or whatever here,” Brian says as we drop the first few cases in the middle of the large empty great room.
I almost tell him the truth. That she’s kept it a secret even from me so far. Instead, I decide to fuck with him. “Yeah man, it’s fucking nuts too. I guess there was this cult that used to live here in the ’70s. They did human sacrifices, trying to summon demons n shit,” I lie.
Brian freezes in the doorway back into the garage. “Yeah right,” he says like he doesn’t buy it. His voice still cracks just a little and his brow furrows.
“I guess you’ll just have to wait and see. It’s called an investigation for a reason,” I tell him with a straight face.
The Investigation
The neighborhood is dark and the only light inside is from the candles Jess brought along for ambiance and so we can actually see where we’re going. I guess the fun can finally begin although there doesn’t seem like much is to be had. Brian keeps making snarky comments trying to downplay the uneasy feeling he has that’s written all over his face when he thinks no one is looking. Jess is more upfront about her reservations, already having mentioned we should leave the dead alone more than once. Angie is more serious than anything with a look of determination like she’ll succeed in finding evidence of the paranormal tonight.
Me? I’m just along for the ride. “So it’s dark. Where’re we starting Ang?” I ask.
With a slight grin, she says, “Follow me.”
We follow her into the fully furnished dining room. Another aspect adding to the creep factor is the people that used to live here didn’t even take their furniture. My uncle’s agency has a cleaning service come in regularly so it looks as if people live here still. The decor is modern, the spaces are open and inviting, but something still seems off about this place. There’s a heavy feeling and the house seemed dark even during the day before we blocked out the windows.
Angie lights the six candles on the table she set out earlier and places a loaf of bread down near them. “We’re going to have a seance to try to make contact with the spirits here; if there are any,” she explains.
“What’s with the bread?” I ask.
“It’s part of the ritual. Some spirits still seek bodily nourishment. Same with the candles; they’re attracted to light in the darkness,” she explains.
“Before we start this, what’s the story behind this place? Why’d you pick it?” Jess asks the question on all our minds.
“It’s been empty for years and I knew we wouldn’t be bothered here. That’s all,” Ang answers far too casually rubbing that key necklace out of some nervous habit again.
For the first time that night I get a bad feeling. Angie was obsessed with this house for months, never even considering another location. She brought it up to me in the same conversation when she first mentioned ghost hunting. Just as my mind starts to come up with highly improbable theories for her small lie I realize it’s all for show. She’s simply doing what any of those paranormal hosts would do, building up the suspense.
She has a plan.
“Everyone take a seat and hold hands. You too Brian. Just put the camera down facing the circle,” Angie directs.
Angie and I sit at the end of the table, Brian is on my left with Jess on Angie’s right. Jess and Brian push the candles into the space between us and we are ready to begin. We join hands.
“Alright, now I need all of you to keep an open mind. Even you Brian. I know you don’t believe in this stuff but please, for the next ten minutes, try not to even think like an asshole.”
“Hey, I’ve been good so far. Besides, this is kinda fun. Holding Jess’ hand ain’t so bad either.”
“Ugh, let’s get this over with,” Jess insists.
Angie looks over at me. “You ready Jake?” she asks sweetly.
“Open mind, you do the talking; I’m good,” I assure her.
She squeezes my hand reassuringly, why I don’t know. She faces the table and closes her eyes. Complete and utter silence fills the room and expands throughout the house. One by one we close our eyes, following her lead. Jess, Brian, and I am the last to join in the darkness.
As if sensing our compliance, that’s when Angie begins. “Spirits of the past, move among us. Be guided by the light of this world and visit upon us,” she chants.
She waits roughly 10 seconds before going again, “Spirits of the past, move among us. Be guided by the light of this world and visit upon us.”
Nothing, and again. “Spirits of the past, move among us. Be guided by the light of this world and visit upon us.”
Ten more seconds go by and she doesn’t repeat so I open my eyes. Her’s are open too and she seems frustrated. Like an actor on stage repeating lines, waiting for her costar to respond. There’s no way she hasn’t tried this before, practiced. Did she get a response one of those other times? Did she really expect this would work?
Her eyes shut once again and this time she whispers so low I can barely make it out. “Loved...Ex...Bring you...Life into death. Be...Dead by...Light of this world...It upon us.”
More waiting, again nothing.
Softly but louder now. “Beloved Alex, we bring you gifts from life into death. Be guided by the light of this world and visit upon us
“Alex?” I question.
Angie looks at me with an odd expression. I can’t tell if she’s ashamed, embarrassed, or both. Then the alarm breaks the silence. First, the motion sensor in the great room goes off. Then the one at the bottom of the stairs, finally the one at the top; it’s like they’re tracking something unseeable coming through the front door and running up the stairs.
“What the fuck?” Brian says shakily.
“Something's happening. I told you! Let’s go check it out,” Angie tells us excitedly, jumping out of her chair.
I grab her by the forearm before she darts off. “Wait, what’s happening? Did you set this up?” I ask quietly. If this is all some sort of haunted house act, I don’t wanna blow it for her.
“No, Jake. It’s real. You got the keys, remember?” She assures me. To all of us, “Okay guys this is the fun part. Jake and Jess, you guys record on your cells and check out upstairs. Brian, grab the camera and come with me, we’re staying down here. Oh and Jake, take this. It’s a ghost box.”
She hands me the box, a paranormal investigating device that scans radio frequency. Supposedly you ask spirits questions and they’re supposed to be able to pick and choose words from different frequencies to give you an answer. Sounds nutty but I’ve always thought they were cool and am excited about using one. I look at Jess and she nods towards the stairs with a smirk, ready to begin.
At the top of the stairs, Jess asks, “You comfortable splitting up?”
I roll my eyes, “Yeah, I’m not scared if that’s what you mean,” I say.
“Cool, I like scaring myself. I always end up sleeping like a baby after watching horror movies. I’m weird,” Jess explains.
“Yup, definitely weird,” I comment.
“I think it makes me feel comfortable knowing I’m safe in my bed and not being slashed by Freddy or stalked by a killer. Who knows,” she reveals.
“Well I’ll never question why you and Angie are friends, that’s for sure,” I joke.
Jess giggles at that, “Good. Alright then, stay safe,” she says before heading down the hall.
Turning on the light and the video on my phone, I make my way into the nearest bedroom. It seems like the guest room as it’s decorated quite plainly compared to the other rooms I’ve seen already. Switching on the ghost box fills the room with white noise. The sound is so soothing I almost forget I have to be asking questions.
“Uh, is anyone here?” I ask. I get nothing with that.
“Did something bad happen in this house?” Static is my response.
I ask a few more lame questions, giving an appropriate amount of time for someone to answer. Not a single word comes back through the box. Maybe this room isn’t haunted? Time to try another. Making my way back into the hallway I notice the door in the ceiling to the attic is partly open.
I’ve seen enough scary movies to know attics and basements are usually pretty ghostly so I decided to check it out. I pull on the string and the stairs drop down so fast if I’d have been a split second slower they may have cut me in half. I take the steps carefully not knowing when the last time they were stepped on. It’s easily darker in here than anywhere else in the house due to the lack of nearby candlelight but my phone is good enough to help me navigate.
The white noise reminds me of my job, “Is there anyone here at all? Are you scared to make yourself known?” I taunt knowing from the ghost shows I’ve seen they tend not to like that but hey, anything that gets me a response.
“Urp...Irrit...ayep,” the box sputters. Well, at least it’s something.
“Are you trapped here?” I ask.
“Gate,” the box says.
Gate? That’s interesting...And creepy.
“Are you in pain?”
“Screams...Always,” comes from the box.
And if that isn’t freaky enough, a loud shriek comes from the floor below me. I rush back down as fast as I can in low visibility. I skip most of the stairs leading into the attic. From the second floor, I can hear Jess frantically shouting about whatever happened to her.
“What happened?” I ask halfway down the stairs to the great room.
Jess whips around, wide-eyed. “Something fucking touched me. I kept thinking it was an itch or something and then it started to feel like groping. I thought it was you messing with me for a second but then my fucking bra unhooked itself and my pants unbuttoned on their own!” Jess conveys in a panic.
“Something threw me down the stairs,” Brian says far too calmly. He almost seems like he’s in shock.
“What?” I question in disbelief.
“I was right behind Ang headed back toward the front of the house from the kitchen. I noticed the basement door was open and I swear it wasn’t before. While I was looking down, about to check it out, something pushed me from behind and I fell down the stairs. When I looked back up to the top to see who it was, there was nobody and the door slammed,” he tells his story.
“I want to get the fuck out of here,” Jess states.
“Hon c’mon it was probably-” Ang starts.
“I’m out too,” Brian says flatly.
“We’re staying,” Angie says.
“We are?” I ask unsure.
“Yes, we’re not done here yet and nothing happened to me, what about you?”
“Well no, but-”
“Then we’re staying. Brian, I’m keeping the cameras and I promise I’ll take good care of them,” Angie assures him.
“Whatever, as long as I don’t have to stay,” he says.
Secrets
“Just promise you guys will grab all the cameras before you leave tonight,” Brian says for the fifth time.
“We will I swear,” Angie assures him.
Jess and Brian get in their Uber they had meet them at the end of the street so no one would know they were in the house.
Angie and I turn to head back into the house when Jess yells out the window, “Please call me when you’re done so I know you’re alright!”
“Will do!” she yells back, waving goodbye.
Turning back to me she asks, “Ready to finish up?”
“Are you sure about this? I mean they both really seemed freaked,” I ask, unsure of why she’s not at all undeterred.
She smiles mischievously at me. “Trust me, you’re gonna like this part.”
Angie takes me by the hand and leads me back into the abandoned and most likely haunted house. I follow her up the stairs into the bedroom that looks like it used to belong to a teenager. The same room Jess was supposedly attacked in. She walks towards the bed. Halfway there she looks back as she inches her pants down over her bubble butt.
“Uh what part of the investigation is this?” I ask confusedly.
Her jeans pool around her ankles on the floor, she turns around and jumps back onto the bed. “Ghost hunting is over. I thought we could have some fun before we packed up. I’ve always wanted to fool around in a scary place,” she explains.
As weird as it sounds, it sounds just like one of her fantasies. Still, I don’t understand why she would want to give up on ghost hunting, especially after our friends claimed to have experienced something. I open my mouth to question her sureness but that lusty stare and flushed lips are my answer. Immediately I can feel myself harden and I know I want it too. Besides, I’ve already kicked off my shoes.
I start undoing my pants and she says, “Why don’t you go grab the camera in the hallway.”
I give her a huge smile in response, finish tearing off my pants and shirt and run into the hall in my boxers and socks. I barely remember to unplug the camera from the nearby outlet. Once it and the tripod are safely in my arms I head back to the room just in time to see cute little boobs and hard nipples appear from under her bra. I grin at the scene and kick out the legs of the tripod right next to the bed. With the camera still rolling, I frame the scene using Angie sexily pulling off her panties for me in the middle of the bed.
All set I practically dive onto the bed and between her legs. I lap at her heat with my tongue only a few times before she says, “Baby I’m already there. Get up here and fuck me!”
I do as I’m commanded without hesitation. My cock sinks into her tight, hot wetness easily, she’s more than ready for this. I sigh at the sensation. Being inside her somehow always seems like the first time being with a girl for me. I start off taking it slow but she’s needier than ever now.
Gracefully, she tilts her body into mine until I get the hint and allow her on top. She wastes no time proceeding to fuck my brains out. I’ve never seen her like this before. Fucking in a not so haunted house really gets her going. We’re definitely going to have to go on one of those national haunted places tours.
“Baby, thank you...So much for...Everything...You’ve done...Tonight,” Angie huffs out slamming her pussy down on me.
“No...Problem,” I tell her.
She stops fucking me suddenly. Her hands go behind her neck and she unclasps the antique key necklace she never takes off. She gives it one last thoughtful look before placing it on my chest.
“I want you to have this,” she says and brings the ends together around my neck.
“But Ang-”
“Would you do anything for me Jake?” she asks.
“Of course I would,” I tell her, sweeping the hair out of her face and behind her ear.
“Tell me. Say I would do anything for you, Angela. That you’re mine forever,” she demands.
My cock throbs at her words. Even though I’m surprised by her line of questioning in the middle of a fuck I answer honestly. “Angela, I WILL do anything for you. I’m yours forever.”
Angie smiles sweetly at me and leans above my head, reaching for something. Looking down at me while she searched the mystery object out with her fingers, she dips down to give me a chaste, reassuring kiss. Finding whatever it is, she sits back up with an ornate knife in her hand.
“Babe?” I ask her cautiously, wondering if I had wronged her recently somehow.
“Shh, it’s okay. This isn’t for you,” she assures me.
Before I can protest, she closes her left hand around the blade and pulls the knife out of the fist. Blood drips down onto my chest and as I look down to see if it’s real or not, she places her bloody palm on my forehead. My girlfriend sweeps her hand down my face, neck, chest, all the way down to my crotch where I’m still planted deep inside her. In complete shock, I can only watch as she does the sickest thing I’ve ever experienced during sex.
“Whuuah?” is the closest I come to asking her what’s happening. It’s also the most I can manage to speak at all.
“Shh, don’t bother trying to talk. You can’t right now. You’re also paralyzed,” she tells me.
Of course, I test what she says and she’s not lying. No matter how much I struggle I cannot move. I look up at her trying to ask why, how, and what the fuck with only my eyes. I can feel them tearing up with fear and frustration.
“I’m sorry about this Jake but this is the only way we can be together. I chose you because you’re such a good boyfriend. Plus…” She undulates on me a few times and somehow I’m still hard. “You’ve got a great body,” she continues.
“Unh,” I mumble.
“Right, you deserve an explanation. I’m a witch. That’s all you really need to know as far as how is concerned. Why?” she begins with a happily reminiscent smile. “Because my soul mate was taken from me a long time ago, but you’re going to help me get him back. You’re going to be a big part of our love.”
She holds herself up with her hands on my shoulders while slowly continuing to fuck me. “Years ago I wasn’t as much of a hottie as I am now. I was called many names and bullied by everyone, even the other freaks. But there was one boy who saw the real me and he loved me through it all. His name was Alex. He pledged his whole entire being to me; he gave me his soul.”
Her lithe body shudders on top of me in a small orgasm and then she continued her horrible story, “He was my protector. The people that shamed me for my unique personality made him very, very angry. So, he killed them. Some he tortured the way they had me, some he cut up into little tiny pieces as they had done to my ego; all suffered horribly. But then one day it all went to shit.”
“The police were looking for a serial killer and they were getting closer to him when one of my bullies parents caught him in the act. He wasn’t able to deal with them in time and they, unfortunately, called the police on him. They were closing in on him and my poor Alex was trapped like an animal. He didn’t want to get me into any trouble, so he wrote me a beautiful note and mailed it to me before he slit his wrists in his bed. This very bed we lay in now.”
“And now, I’m going to gift him your flesh, your breath, your life. You will help bring him back to me.”
Angie kisses me softly as her hands wrap around my throat. She squeezes with all her strength, cutting off my air.
“Dearly Departed, I offer you this flesh as your own and my blood as a sacrifice to give you life once again,” she chants.
Over and over she repeats it. My brain is engulfed in flames at the hopelessness of the situation. My lungs are on fire and she seems to be squeezing tighter and tighter. This is it. I should’ve known I’d be killed by a psycho girlfriend; I was always too trusting.
“Dearly Departed, I offer you this flesh as your own and my blood as a sacrifice...”
My world goes blank.
Darkness
After what seems like days or maybe weeks my eyes open. Angie stares into them curiously but not concerned. My hand moves up to her face and grazes her cheek and she smiles down at me. I didn’t do that, I can’t feel anything, I can’t move. I scream but nothing comes out; the sound only echoes as if I’m in some vast empty space.
“I’ve missed you so much!” Angie says giddily and leans down to kiss me.
What the fuck is going on? This bitch just choked me out and now she’s acting all lovey. I try to move again, get out from under her, but nothing happens. It’s like I’m paralyzed or-
“I’ve missed you too. All these years...I knew you’d find me again,” I hear my voice say to her.
My hands move the sweaty hair impeding my view of her face. Then downward memorizing the touch, feeling her skin like it was the first time they touched a woman’s flesh. My fingertips glide down to her collar bones. They make like they’re moving towards her breasts, then suddenly shoot up and wrap around her throat. I still can’t feel but I can see the pressure in my veins and whiteness of my knuckles.
Her mouth makes an O, she’s gasping for air. Eyes bulging slightly, they start to water immediately. Pale white skin turns to red on fire. I wrestle for the use of my muscles harder now; despite it all, I have to save her. Then I see it.
The cunt is smiling.
My body flips her over effortlessly in another move I’ve never mastered. My lips kiss her passionately as my fingers relax their grip. She sucks the air from my lungs in desperation. Having caught her breath she wraps her limbs around my torso, kissing me back with fervor. She’s never kissed me like this before; in fact, she still isn’t.
I rage at the top of my lungs but they don’t respond to me anymore. Instead, they assist my body snatcher’s grunts as he fucks my girlfriend harder than I ever dared. This is what she wanted, she gave me to this stranger. Desperate to take back control, I scream, yell, and cry. No one can hear me except myself, this eerie echoing is the only response.
Angie screams and yells and cries...For more. The neighbors can definitely hear her.
Epilogue
“Take a seat,” my uncle says after he shuts the door to his office.
I comply, though I don’t have much choice. My uncle sits behind his desk across from me, eyeing me like he’s trying to find the words. Momentarily he looks into my eyes deeply. Can he see me? The real me?
His gaze reverts back to anger and disappointment. “Don’t bullshit me, kid. I know you stole those keys and broke into the house. We have security cameras on the outside. I’ve already seen you and your friends going in,” he tells me.
“Excuse me, but how could we break in if I had the keys?” my puppet master challenges. I’m still getting used to the smartass manner my user carries me.
My uncle looks surprised by my new tone. “Listen, you little shit. I haven’t decided whether to call the cops yet. We also have nanny cams inside that I haven’t seen the footage from, yet. I wanted to at least give you a chance to explain yourself first.”
I can see my fists clenched tightly in my peripheral. They’re hidden by the desk from my uncle. I want to call out to him, warn him, but I already know how futile that is. All the sudden my muscles relax. Perhaps this Alex, now in control of my body has decided to talk his way out of the situation instead of responding with anger?
“I was doing a favor for Angela. She only wanted to see inside,” My voice conveys.
Phew, that could’ve been wor-
“That girl’s bad news Jake. You could do so much better. You have so much potential, the last thing you need is trailer trash convincing you to steal and break and enter,” My uncle interrupts with his opinion.
Oh shit.
My hand reaches out to take the glass paperweight with the globe design off his desk. I toss it in the air and catch it again, then again. My uncle thinks I’m casually playing with it but I know different. My captor is testing its weight and strength.
“You shouldn’t have said that. I love her more than anything. I love her so much, I don’t even care about anyone else. I would do anything for her. I’ve been through hell for her...And I’m not going back,”
Gripping the weighted ball tightly, my hand raises up above my head and comes down swiftly. I have no choice but to watch my uncle become unrecognizable with every downward thrust. Again I scream in protest knowing no one can hear me and even if the one in control can, he ignores me. Red splatters everywhere, the desk, the wall, my face; but I can’t feel it. The only thing I can feel is the weight of the amulet around my neck keeping me prisoner inside myself.
I am now just a tool to be used. I’ve lost all my senses except for sight. My eyes are someone else’s lens. My memory records someone else’s actions. My life is no longer my own.
