Susan Jones realized she was lost. She had taken a wrong road off the main highway and found herself out in the middle of no where in the dead of a dark night. She could see very little on the lonely winding road and no signs of city lights. What was even worse her gas tank was getting close to empty. For the first time in her life she felt something inside that was close to fear. If she didn't find a station soon she would be out of gas and all alone out there in that God forsaken place.

Susan and left Albany for New York city for the fashion show which was to take place the next the next day. She was one of the models, tall and blond with a shapely body and long sexy legs.

She was to spend the night in a model that evening. After resting up from the long journey she would be ready for the show. She wondered now why she didn't take a plane. She would already be there and in her room. She didn't like planes or buses. She liked taking her time and viewing the scenery along the way.

She had just rounded a curve when from out of the blackness something loomed ahead of her. She could see that it was some kind of structure. She was over joyed to see there were lights in the place. It appeared to be a large Victorian style home with an iron fence around it. She was even more happy to see the sign on the front gate that read: Johnson's motel and restaurant. She pulled her car up in the gravel driveway and through the iron gate. She found it odd that there were no cars around or even parking space for vehicles. She was not going to let that bother her now. She needed a room and a place to stay. Once day light came she would be able to find the main road and a gas station. Even so something bothered her about the place as she walked along the gravel driveway. She didn't know why. Maybe it was the vacant Gothic windows that seemed to stare down on her. Maybe it was the quietness and desolation of the place, or maybe it was just a feeling she had that something was not right. No matter she knew what the alternative was so she continued up the driveway until she reached the porch. She slowly walked up to the huge door that was Gothic in its design.

For a while she just stood there looking into the darkness that surrounded her. She lifted the iron door knock and banged it against the hard wood. It made a resounding sound that echoed through the night. For what seemed like forever she stood there waiting for someone to answer. Finally she heard a loud grading sound as the door slowly opened. Standing before her was a tall man probably in his forties. He was wearing a suit and tie and he wore a handle bar mustache. He was not bad looking at all. In fact he was somewhat deveiner and handsome. It really didn't matter. She was glad to see a human being who might be willing to help her. She heard footsteps on the stairs. A young woman walked up and stood right behind him. Neither of them had yet to say a word. she was the first to break the silence.

"You see I am lost out here. My car is about to run out of gas and I need a place to stay. Well your sign says this is a restaurant and a motel and I would like a room to stay the night."

"Let her come in Jason if she needs a place to stay. We can't very well turn her away can we?"

The woman was very good looking with long blond hair and a sweet round face. She wore a tight fitting evening gown that was low cut. It was especially designed enhance her feminine assets. Her attire seemed some what out of keeping for the late hour.

"Come right in", said the tall gentleman. "I think we can accommodate you for the night."

Susan stepped into the lavishly furnished room. It seemed strange that it was dimly lite with candles all around. The Gothic windows were draped with long hanging curtains that were violet in color. Chandeliers hung from the ceiling. Soft music was playing from a stereo. She felt like she had walked into some strange chapel. A certain uncomfortable feeling came over her. In the corner of the room she saw a casket. Inside it lay a young woman. Without a word she walked over to the casket and looked inside. The woman then spook to her.

"We function also as a mortuary as well as a motel. That young lady passed away a few days ago from natural causes. It is such a tragedy for someone so young to die so sudden and unexpectedly."

Susan could see even through the makeup that she had strangulation marks on her neck. It unnerved her to know that the woman had lied to her and that she had met a really terrible fate. She tried not to let her suspicion show as she stood there looking down at her. She was indeed gorgeous. Her lovely face was oval and angular. There was a hint of sensuality in her wide pouty mouth, streaked eyelids, and long midnight lashes. Her aquiline nose and high cheeks bespoke of a Spanish descent. A mass of black curls cascaded over her shoulders in soft waves. She was clad in a sparkling black midnight gown that exposed her milky white shoulders and cleavage. Her folded hands clasped a bouquet of roses. She looked familiar to her as though she had seen her some where. She turned around but said nothing for fear of betraying her thoughts.

"If you want a room go sign at the desk", the woman said to her.

"I have never heard of a mortuary being a part of a motel she responded."

"If you do not wish to stay you may leave. My husband and I own this establishment. Having two operations is our means to an income and I would argue that what we are doing is a service to the community. If you wish to stay the night my husband will take you to the desk and you may sign in."

Without any argument Susan accompanied the man over to the sign in desk. She could not very well refuse as to do so would put her out in the night which was an option unacceptable to her.

"My husband will show you to your room", she said to her. There is one thing we recommend of you. Do not leave your room and wonder around. There are many things in this house that we do not wish you to see and that you will not want to see. Do I make myself clear."

"Perfectly" she replied.

Without any further delay Susan accompanied the man up the long flight of stairs. She was already getting knots in her stomach about spending the night in the place. Seeing the young woman's corpse and the woman's stern warning to her was enough to give her the creeps and even frighten her. They entered a long hallway which seemed to contain many hidden enclaves, rooms, and false rooms, and it seemed to branch into another dark hallway at the end. Finally he stopped when they reached the room she was to sleep in. He opened the door with a key and she followed him inside. It was lavishly furnished with a large queen size bed and an elegant and stylish dresser and mirror. Not only was it plush and elegant, it looked very comfortable. It nearly made her forget all the things she had seen and it was certainly better than a night

out in the dark.

"I trust you will have a restful sleep. As you can see your dinner has already been served by our maid servant who is very efficient. All you need is right here. Your luggage has already been brought up so you seed not venture out of this room."

A stern expression came over his face as he uttered the last statement. It made her feel uncomfortable. She would be glad when morning came and she could leave the place. The man bid her good night and shut the door as he left. Once left alone all kinds of thoughts began to crowd in on her. She remembered the warning from the woman about leaving the room. She thought of the marks on the dead woman's throat. They was no question that they were hiding something from her. It made her wonder what kind of people they were, what kind of sinister activities were they involved in, and if they were really going to let her go. She tried to get all those thoughts out of her mind.

She changed into her night gown, then she ate the food they had brought her as she was quite hungry. It was all very delicious. They seemed to be quite versed in the culinary arts. She went and stood before the full length mirror. She admired the woman she saw, tall and well stacked with all the curves in the right places, prominent tits, a firm abdomen, a fabulous ass, and the sexiest long pair of legs on the planet. She turned around to get a different perspective of herself. She smiled. She was going to knock them dead at the show. It would be good to be back in her element with all those eyes feasting on her as she strutted down the runway.

She returned to the bed. She was very tired from the trip and she needed sleep. She must have drifted off when she was awakened by a noise. It was the sound of water dripping with an even louder pounding noise and she could swear she heard someone moaning or sighing. Despite the woman's warning for her to stay in her room she had to find out the source of the noise. She got up and opened the door. She entered the long, dark hall. The sound seemed to be coming from the very end of the hall where it branched away into other corridors. It was like walking through a maze with false exits and doors. She finally reached what seemed to be the source of the Sound.

It was coming from behind a door that was shut. She stood there for a while before she ventured to open it. It was unlocked. She slowly pushed it open until she could see inside. It looked like a large laboratory with medal tables and what looked like medical equipment. She assumed it was the morgue. There was certainly activity going on somewhere in the back section. She could hear the dripping sound and the groaning as well as the hammering sound. She dared not go any further for

fear of being seen. She shut the door and headed back down the hall.

To her horror she realized that she was lost. All the rooms in the long winding corridors looked the the same. She stopped in her tracks when she thought she saw movement in an enclave. For the first time in her life she was absolutely terrified. She continued to advance slowly toward the shadowy movement. Suddenly a big rat came running out in front of her. She was greatly relieved to see that the animal was the source of the movement. Her feeling of relief did not negate the fact that she was lost.

She continued down the hall until she was past the enclave. She started when she passed a statue that seemed very life like in the shadows. She continued on. The eyes seemed to follower her. She stopped suddenly. There were foot steps behind her. Perhaps it was the rats but she dared not look back. There were shadowy forms on all sides of her. She could still hear the groaning and the dripping sound down the hall. She never saw the rope that came down around her neck and tightened. She felt herself being lifted up into the air. She was now suspended between the ceiling and the floor. She tried to scream but she couldn't. Her oxygen was cut off. Her whole life flashed before her, her fashion show, her fame, her fans. Then her eyes rolled up in her head and she went into a black oblivion.

"Cut her down Gustave, " Frances said to her husband. "We don't want to ruin her face to much for the embalming do we?" she said with a smile.

Gustave cut the rope and grabbed the young woman as she collapsed into his arms. It was wonderful to embrace and hold her limp lifeless body. He head fell on his shoulder, her tits smashed into his chest.

"Take her to the prep room and we will start with embalming after we have our fun with her."

Gustave cradled the dead woman in his arms and carried her down the hall and into a large room. It was the same room Susan had entered earlier when she was investigating the noises. He laid her down on one of the morgue tables. He undressed and placed her garments on a nearby chair. He was absolutely mesmerized by her naked corpse. He

had never seen such a ravishing and divine creature dead or alive. She was a masterpiece of luscious and delicate curves from head to foot. Every part of her was perfectly proportioned to all the others. There was not a bit of sag or blemish any where on her luscious corpse. Her soft white skin was taut and firm and well defined by her perfect muscle tone. Her somewhat overly large tits were negated by her petite waist. It gave way to the expanse of her wide hips from which extended the longest pair of sexy legs. Frances walked up to her.

"Oh Gustave she is beautiful. She is divine." "How much she will add to our collection. It is too bad that the strangulation has messed up her face a little but we can fix that. Then we will immortalize her." First Gustave, I want to see you fuck her. Then I will have my turn at her.

Gustave was more than glad to comply with his wife's wishes. He quickly removed his clothes and climbed on top of the morgue table. Frances watched wide eyed as her husband entered and began to pound the dead woman's corpse. She had seen it so many times but it never failed to fill her with lust and desire. This one was especially beautiful and to see him fuck her fanned her flames like a brush fire. He had now assumed a primal rhythm, his ass pumping the corpse with piston like fury. Her body shook and flopped around on the morgue table. It made a pounding sound with the added noises of his balls slapping her ass. It was her habit to raise her dress and spray her pussy with a water hose that they used to spray down the dead bodies. She would do this while she watched her husband fuck the female corpses. It was the noise Susan heard that woke her up in the night. Now she was the recipient of it all. Frances could always tell when her husband reached his climax. His ass clenched and he stiffened as he screamed out his passion. Frances screamed with him as she reached her climax, the force knocking her back against the wall.

By the time she got up her husband was finished. Now his wife could have her turn. Frances mounted the table and as she squeezed the dead woman's tits she planted on her mouth the biggest lesbian French kiss he had ever seen as she writhed and ground into her. Several long minutes of wild lesbian action unfolded before Gustave's eyes as his wife poured out her deep affection on the dead corpse. Gustave stroked his cock as he watched the scene. He had never seen his wife so turned on by a dead female. Her tongue and mouth made love to every part of her as she covered her body with passionate kisses and licks, coming several times with a profusion of screams and yells that echoed through the house. Finally she climbed off of her.

Frances than watched as her husband started the embalming process on the lovely corpse. She looked on as every bit of the blood was drained from her body and replaced with a special embalming fluid that he had invented. His new invention actually delayed decomposition not for days or weeks but perhaps for centuries and even millennia. After the embalming was the cosmetology. The under base makeup was applied by Gustave to give her a glowing life like look. Then he applied the over base, the rouge, the eye liner, and finally the lipstick. The final product was a work of art, something worthy of esquire or vogue magazine, a Venus, a sleeping beauty in eternal and peaceful slumber. He then dressed her in an attire worthy of a goddess: a sparkling tight evening gown, very low cut and especially designed to enhance her many feminine assets,

Diamond jewelry and high heels. He then combed her hair into a free flowing style. She was then placed in a silver casket with silk lining. She replaced the dark Spanish beauty. She was put into refrigeration until Gustave could inject her with his new immortal formula.

Susan now lay in her peaceful repose in the casket that was placed in the reception room of the mortuary. Frances gave her daily company by sitting over her and stroking and caressing her dead corpse. The lavishing of her deep affection continued unabated until her husband begin to complain.

"Frances if you would only pay me half the attention you do to that corpse. I am your husband."

"Gustave remember you are into this as much as me. You designed the rope trick and you invented the formular. May I remined you Gustave that your beauty is fleeting and will be soon gone while hers is eternal. Also remember Gustave we necrophiles are ruling the world now and you are of the old school. Remember who you are working for Gustave. If you will keep on being a good boy we will have a whole collection of these eternal beauties for our pleasure. Don't forget it is the way of the world and you are just one scientist. Her speech silenced him and he said no more."

When Susan did not show up at the fashion show or her motel a search was started for her. Pings from cellphone towers indicated the highway she had taken. Beth one of her friends and a model herself was involved in the search. Not only was she beautiful. She was smart. At the time she was working on her PHD in communications and she had written several books. That day Beth was talking to the led detective in the case. They were discussing the road that led by the old Victorian home.

"Beth I don't think you should go out there. A number of people who went there never returned. mostly women, young and beautiful ones."

"Then why haven't the police investigated the place?"

"I can't give you any real answer to that. The house has been apparently vacant for many years. There is really nothing to connect the disappearances to that house but You have to admit that it is all very Strange."

"Then if there is no one living there no one will be there to harm me. I will keep in touch with you on my cellphone and if I find any clues I will contact you. If you don't hear from me then you can come check on me."

Jerry didn't like the idea at all but the determination in her voice told him the futility of trying to reason with her. Anyway she was a grown woman and she had the right to make her own decisions. Finally he told her to go ahead and try her luck. At least he had warned her.

Beth started out early the next morning from her home in New York on the same highway that Susan took from Albany. It was over two hundred miles to the branch road that led to the old mansion. She had packed her things as she was planning to spend the night or nights some where. As she made a few stops it took her until evening to reach the turnoff where Susan might have took that night she disappeared. Even in the daytime it was a lonely deserted road and she could only imagine going down it at night. There was not so much as a house or a gas station in site. The road seemed to stretch its winding way through the vast hills and forest. It became more narrow and dangerous the further she went. As she looked at the desolate country side and the barren trees, she began to wonder if the trip was a good idea. Finally as she rounded

a corner the large house seemed to loom out of no where. It stood alone with no buildings around it. It looked vacant and forbidding. Its large windows seemed to stare at her like eyes. Already before she turned down the gravel path she felt butterflies in her stomach and a certain unnatural fear came over her. It was only her determination to find Susan her friend that kept her going. It took all her resolve to turn down the gravel trail leading to the big iron gate.

She saw the sign that read: Rooms for rent and food. By then the sun was going down throwing ominous shadows over the pathway. Something inside her was telling her to turn around and go back but her will overcame the voice and she continued on. She reached the end of the gravel driveway and started up the porch toward the big Gothic door. She stopped and looked around her for a moment. She wondered if only ghost were living in the place. She lifted the heavy iron door knock and slammed it down. It made a hollow ringing sound that echoed through the night. She wondered what sort of person would answer the door if anyone did. She remembered what the detective had told about the people who went out there and never returned. Now it seemed all too real to her as the darkness approached. Finally the large door creaked and began to slowly open. A tell man stood in front of her. At least he was made of flesh and blood she thought.

"Can I help you", the man said to her.

"I am looking for a friend who came out this way and disappeared. she replied. Her name is Susan. She was coming out this way on her way to a fashion show in New York when she disappeared. I am just wondering if she might have stopped here."

"No one has come by here", the man replied in a grim voice." "Why do you think she would come here?" This is off the main highway and few travelers come by here."

"She might have lost her way or ran out of gas and set out on foot." Your place is way off the road but your sign says motel and food. Perhaps for that reason she stopped here."

"I can assure you that no one has been here", he replied.

Something about his manner told her that he was lying. She had to find a way to get in to check the place in order to dismiss any doubts she had. She was no longer afraid and she had an even greater resolved to find out about the well fare of her friend. She decided that she would go ahead and take the bull by the horns.

"Sir your sign says that you take in travelers and offer them food. I am in need of rest before I continue on and a good meal. May I ask for your hospitality just this one night. Tomorrow you will be free of me."

"Step inside", he said to her.

When she entered the room fshe saw a very elegant woman standing in the middle of the floor. She was most likely in her early thirties and she was indeed very beautiful. She figured that she was the gentleman's wife.

"She wants to stay here the night. What do you think.?"

"Why not', she said. We are not in the habit of turning travelers away. We can certainly provide her with quarters."

Beth was looking around at the large Gothic interior of the place. It was dimly lit and the smell of scented candles pervaded the air. Massive curtains draped the large vaulted windows. She had the same feeling of hushed silence that one feels when walking into a church. When she looked into the corner she nearly fell off her feet. There in a silver casket lay her friend Susan. She tried hard not to let her emotions show. She walked over and looked down at her. She did not look dead at all, just asleep. She was dressed in the most elegant and revealing out fit and decked with expensive jewelry. Some one had done an incredible makeup job on her. She had never seen her look more beautiful. She reached down and ran her fingers over her icy cold skin and through her mass of golden curls. She felt sick inside and she thought she might collapse.

"Is something wrong child?" "Is it someone you known?" said the woman to her.

"No it is no one I know", she replied. "Take me to my room."

"I should have told you child that this is also a funeral home and we do get corpses in occasionally. I am sorry you had to see one at this time"

The man signed Beth in and took her up the long stairs to her room. He then left in cold silence. She was worried that she might have betrayed herself to them and that her life might be in danger. She felt faint so she laid down in the bed. She took out her cellphone and called Jerry. Her voice was trembling.

"What is it Beth?" Is something wrong?"

"I have found Susan. She is dead. They have her in a casket here in this old home. They are using a motel advertisement as a cover. My life many be in danger. Get up here as soon as you can."

Beth cut off the call for fear that she might be heard. She lay there trembling. She could hear voices down stairs. The woman seemed to be giving a direct orders to the man but she could not make out the words. Somehow she thought it concerned her fate.

Jerry arrived at the old house a few hours later. He drove his car up into the gravel driveway. He didn't like the looks of the place. He got out of his car and pulled out his 45 pistol. He walked up the driveway until he reached the porch. He went up the steps to the huge oak door. He didn't knock. He pushed on it until it began to creek and finally opened-. He entered a large cathedral like room. He could hear soft organ music playing. It was dimly lit and the aroma of scented candles was in the air. What shocked him the most was what he saw beyond some drapery that served as a divider to an adjacent room. There were several open caskets placed side by side. In each one lay a lovely woman in peaceful repose. They were all elegantly dressed and decked in jewelry. Most of them were fair skin but one was a dusky Spanish beauty. The flickering candlelight played across their lovely features. Each one of them was an alluring beauty in her own right who could have appeared on the cover of vogue. In one of the caskets lay Susan Jones. She looked more lovely than he had ever seen her. Soon he found himself getting sexually excited over the alluring corpses. He felt an almost uncontrollable desire to stroke and caress them. He had to tear himself away to go look for Beth.

He started up the winding stairway. As he went up the steps he held his pistol tightly in his hand ready to fire it at anything that moved. Finally he reached the hallway. It was like going through maze with crooks and turns and false doors. He could hear a noise. It was a loud banging sound along with the sound of dripping water. He could also hear human moans and sighs. He continued on down the hall. He could see a dark form that seemed to be suspended in mid air. When he got closer he could see that it was a human form. He froze in his tracks. His eyes widened in horror. It was Beth swinging from a rope, her open eyes staring vacantly at him. His feeling of horror changed to lust as he realized what a beautiful woman she was. Death seemed to enhance rather than diminish her alluring appeal. Suddenly he found himself wanting her more than anything. He could not help himself. Something was taking over his mind.

Suddenly he had an over whelming desire to take her down and consummate his passion for her. He took a knife out of his pocket and cut the rope. She collapsed right into his arms. He slowly lowered her to the floor. He took off her nightie and panties. He then pulled out his cock and pounced on her. He began to pump away at her with piston like thrust as the madness consumed him. Frances and Gustave stood in the hall watching the scene with smiles on their faces.

"Isn't it beautiful Gustave? "Now he sees it our way."

Later that day the police entered the home. They stopped in their tracksm awed by the atmosphere of the place, the music, the dim lights, and the scented candles. As they looked into the dark corner they saw all the caskets containing the lovely corpses. They looked at each other in stunned silence.

They pulled out their guns as they slowly approached them. When they were close enough they noticed how lovely and alluring the women were. A sudden frenzy of desire came over them. They could not help themselves as the unseen force took control of their minds. They dropped their weapons. Driven by their lust and desire the officers pulled down their pants. Then they jumped into the caskets one by one. loud laughter seemed to come from every where and a loud voice yelled out:

"Enjoy yourselves! It is way of the world."

On the stairs Gustave and Frances stood watching the erotic scene.

"Isn't it wonderful Gustave how they all come around", she said to her husband with a bright smile.

Over in the other corner of the room on a sofa sat Jerry. He was holding the naked corpse of Beth. He was kissing and licking her neck and fucking her with a furious passion as she stared fixedly into nothingness. Then the eerie voice screamed out again as the signal was given:

"They have joined the way of the world."