User blog:Shortkut/Monster Division Part 2



Monster Division

Part 2

            The case Rayez had for us was two missing boys, Ethan Namira, 16, and Jeremy Smith, 17. According to the report, the two boys left a party at a friend’s house the previous night, but they never made it home. Generally stories like these were a dime a dozen. Drunk guy or guys leave a party, get nabbed by a Monster Girl while walking home. I got called in on these all the time while on patrol. Typically, the victims were extremely lenient when it came to pressing charges. In fact, a considerable number of them asked us to find their assailant so they could propose to her.

            However, this case was different, and thus merited our attention for two reasons. First of all, cases involving underage victims were not taken so lightly. The decision to press charges fell to the parents, who were a lot less forgiving towards the perpetrators. Secondly, several witnesses stated that they heard the two boys planning on crossing through Monarch Garden on their way home. Monarch Garden was a very high-end neighborhood, which just so happened to have several wealthy, influential Monsters as residents.

            “So what’s the plan?” I asked my new partner as we pulled up in front of an extremely opulent Gothic-style apartment complex. “We going to go door to door and ask if anyone’s seen them?”

            I had meant it as a joke, but judging by the skeptical look she shot me, I don’t think she got that. “There are a lot of powerful Monsters in there.” She said. “It wouldn’t be a good idea to show you off to them one by one. But, I do know someone who knows everything that happens in this neighborhood. If the boys were taken here, she’d know about it.”

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            I nodded and we got out of the car. On the way in, I noted the golden-embossed sign in front of the building. Rosewood Luxury Apartments. The lobby was empty. It reminded me more of an old, fancy hotel than an apartment building. Rayez walked up to the receptionist’s desk and rang the bell.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            “I don’t think anyone’s-” I started to say, but I was cut short and nearly jumped out of my skin when a pale form materialized behind the desk.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            “Can I help you?” the Ghost said in a soft and dreamy voice.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            “We’re here to see Mrs. Rosewood.” Rayez said.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            “Just a moment.” The Ghost murmured. She suddenly drifted into the air like a helium balloon and passed through the ceiling. I let out a breath, waiting for my heartbeat to return to normal. Rayez gave me a cold, scrutinizing look, and I could feel my face burning. I’d barely been partnered to this girl for half an hour, and already she was making me feel incompetent with discouraging regularity.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            “So, this Mrs. Rosewood we’re here to see.” I jerk a thumb at the entrance. “Is that her name on the sign?”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            Rayez nodded. “That’s correct. Lucretia Rosewood owns this building, as well as about two dozen scattered throughout town. Most of them are housing for monsters or mixed Monster-human families. Some of them are even specifically designed for Monsters who have difficulty living in human buildings, like Mermaids or Centaurs.” She sighed. “Humans have come a long way towards accepting Monsters into their society, but there is still a lot of distrust between us. People may be able to accept the idea of Monsters living in their city, but for some reason seeing them living next door is a different matter.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            I nodded. “So if Mrs. Rosewood comes under suspicion of allowing a kidnapping to take place under her roof, or any of her roofs…”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            “Monsters could lose the last safe places they have in this city.” Rayez finished. The Ghost suddenly reemerged from the ceiling and floated back down to the desk.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            “Mrs. Rosewood will see you now.” She said. “Just take the elevator to the twenty-fourth floor.” She faded away again as we made our way across the lobby.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            The elevator turned out to be one of the old fashioned kinds with the rattling metal doors and the glass dials on top, showing which floor the elevator was on. As we rode up, I wondered why exactly we had been chosen to take this case. Rayez hardly seemed to be the diplomatic sort, and as for me, it was my first day on the job. What if I mishandled the case and caused an incident that led to serious consequences for the Monster community? I started sweating nervously, despite the chill of the elevator.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            “Hey, Rayez.” I said. “What do we do if it turns out she has the kids?”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            She gave me another disparaging look. “We order her to release them into our custody and warn her to confine her sexual activities to consenting adults from now on.” She said, as if it were obvious.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            “Do you think she’ll cooperate?” I asked.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            She shrugged. “I expect so. We may need to cut a deal of some sort, perhaps promise a favor in return.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            The elevator jolted to a halt and the doors opened up on a luxurious penthouse apartment. Slow jazz music played from an old record player, and sounds of moaning and slurping drifted from somewhere in the bowels. We made our way through the parlor and entered what turned out to be the master bedroom.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            The first thing that my eyes locked onto was the bed. It was, after all, the centerpiece of the room. It was on a raised platform, with a couple black wooden steps rising up to it. It was surrounded by a circular curtain of sheer, red fabric. The covers and the pillows were made from dark burgundy silk. On top of the sheets there were several naked figures. It was difficult to see through the tangle of bodies, but based on the pictures provided in the file I was pretty sure I could identify the young man at the center as seventeen-year-old Jeremy Smith. Surrounding him were six slender, gray-skinned women I assumed to be Zombies. The Zombies seemed to be massaging the kid’s entire body using only their mouths. Two of them were at his crotch, I guessed one for, well, you get the idea. They were making greedy gulping sounds, if that helps. A third was slurping at his navel, another tenderly rubbed his nipple with her tongue, one was suckling at his neck, and one was kissing his lips and face.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            Whenever his mouth was free, Smith let out a low moan that added to the orgasmic chorus of the Zombie orgy. His eyes were glazed and unfocused, and there were dark circles around them. His face held the expression of ecstatic, but exhausted, rapture that commonly appeared on those who had been drained of their last drop of spirit energy.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            I was distracted from the scene by a soft, breathy yawn, and my gaze was drawn to the curvaceous figure lying on the black leather sofa in the corner of the room. For the second time that day, my brain seemed to cease functioning correctly. The woman’s skin was pale, and in the darkened room it shone like moonlight. She wore a thin negligee of red lace that fell off at the shoulders, revealing her massive bust. The nightgown was translucent enough that I could see her black lingerie through the fabric. She had long, pale gold hair that fell from her shoulders and pooled on the sofa in lazy spirals. Her eyes looked like two pools of red wine, which may have accounted for their intoxicating effect.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            When she smiled at me, I felt a familiar urge to drop my pants and start masturbating furiously. I realized I must be feeling the effects of another charm spell. She was a Wight, I guessed, and she must have had a lot of power, like Sergeant Utsuwa. But this spell felt different. Utsuwa’s magic had urged me not to think, to submit to her in divine, unquestioning bliss. With this woman, it was as if suddenly went into overdrive. I couldn’t stop thinking of all the dark, diabolical cravings she could be able to satisfy. I was like an adolescent boy who sees a naked woman for the first time and finds new, carnal desires growing within him, unsettling yet irresistible. Looking at her, I felt no older than Jeremy over there. As her eyes looked me up and down hungrily, I knew she could think of a million ways to bring me to heel, and I desperately wanted her to show me each and every one.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            I closed my eyes and shook my head a little bit. After my meeting with Utsuwa, I realized I had an idea what I was looking for, and I found it somewhat easier to recognize which thoughts were my own and which ones were put there by the spell. I did my best to shove the intrusive lurid fantasies into the corner of my mind and opened my eyes.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            “Looks like we found one of our missing boys.” I said to Rayez. She nodded without looking at me, keeping her eyes fixed on the Wight.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            “Good morning, Mrs. Rosewood.” She said.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            “Hello, Officer Rayez.” Lucretia responded, her voice smooth and elegant. When I looked back at her, she was sitting up on the sofa, reclining with an arm draped lazily over the back. She slowly crossed her smooth, pale legs, her thighs rubbing against each other. Again I had to fight back a sudden surge of desire. “How may I help you?”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            “We’re searching for two human males who went missing in this neighborhood.” Rayez’s tone was cautiously polite.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            “Hmmm, I see.” Lucretia looked over her shoulder at the bed. I noticed that she was constantly shifting her position on the sofa ever so slightly, her body flexing suggestively. I grew harder despite myself. “Well, there would appear to one human male on my bed. As for the other one, I don’t see him anywhere.” She looked at me and smiled again. “But I do see this one. Did you bring him for me?” My erection twitched longingly, but that was all. I managed to keep my head clear. Lucretia’s smile faltered imperceptibly.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            “This is Officer Spencer Sampson.” Rayez said, “He’s the newest member of Monster Division.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            “How interesting.” Maybe if I didn’t look at her, I could get my hormones under control. I tried looking a few feet to the side of her, so I only saw her in the corner of my eye.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            Stop fighting it.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            <span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height: 150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">I let out a sharp gasp. That hadn’t been my own voice in my head. It was hers, a low, forceful whisper seeping into my ears as though I was wearing headphones. I hadn’t experienced this with Utsuwa. This was new.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            “You know the rules about underage humans, Mrs. Rosewood.” Rayez said.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            Lucretia sighed. “Yes, yes, I know, I just couldn’t help myself. They just have so much enthusiasm when they’re young, so willing to give all they have.” She shrugged and laughed. “I always did have a weakness for fast food.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            ''Look at me. ''

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            <span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height: 150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">The whisper came again, sending shivers down my spine. I tried to turn away, but my head swiveled inexorably towards her.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            ''That’s it. ''Her voice was soothing, coaxing. ''Don’t resist. Surrender to me. ''My eyes were fixed to her, drinking in the sight of her. This was not going well.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            “You can go ahead and take him.” Lucretia continued. “I finished with him hours ago. My darlings are just polishing off the last drops.” She snapped her fingers. The sound echoed through the room like the crack of a whip. As one, the Zombies all rose and lifted Jeremy Smith to his feet. He hung limply in their arms as they carried him towards the sofa. As they drew closer he raised his head. His eyes focused on Lucretia.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            “Mistress?” His voice was faint and exhausted.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            “Yes, Jeremy.” The Wight said, smiling indulgently. “It’s time for you to go home now. Thank you for a wonderful evening.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            “Go?” A look of confused panic spread slowly across his face. “Go where? I want to be with you.” But the Zombies were already carrying him out of the bedroom. “Wait,” He called weakly, but then the doors were shut behind him by an invisible force.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            “Well then,” Lucretia said, looking back at Rayez, “That settles that.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            Come to me.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            <span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height: 150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">An image flashed before my eyes of Lucretia lying on the bed, beckoning me with a finger.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            “The other one too.” Rayez said. “Where is he?”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            Lucretia shrugged. “Somewhere else, presumably. I only got the one.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            A scene was playing in my mind, like a film being projected on the back of my eyes. I was watching Lucretia converse with Rayez in the real world, but at the same time I was seeing her on the bed, drawing me closer, closer, one of the straps of her nightgown falling off her shoulder.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            “Mrs. Rosewood, it’s in both of our best interests for you to tell me the truth.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            “I am telling the truth.” Lucretia said. “Jeremy was alone when I found him.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            “Then who has his friend?”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            The Wight laughed lightly. “Officer, a landlady has to respect the privacy of her tenants.” I was so close to Lucretia now. Her hand slowly lifted to caress my face, her lips moved towards mine.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            “Would you be willing to cut a deal in exchange for information?” Rayez asked.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            “Hmmm… possibly.” Lucretia said.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            “What do you want?”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            “Him.” Lucretia responded promptly, motioning towards me. “Leave your new partner with me for a few hours.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            “Deal.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            “What?” I yelped.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            “Excellent!” Lucretia said, delighted. She snapped her fingers again, and I was suddenly hoisted into the air by several invisible hands.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            “Woah!” I yelled in panic. “Wait just a minute!”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            Shhh, relax…

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            <span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height: 150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">My protests died down and I felt my body go limp.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            ''Good boy. ''The voice purred. A tingling wave of pleasure passed through me, and I let out a moan. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t deny how amazing it felt. I realized that even the rational part of my brain that still wasn’t under her spell was silently begging to be praised again.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            “Now then,” Lucretia said. “As for the other boy, I don’t know where he is, but I can assure you none of my tenants have him. I would have sensed his presence. When I detected Jeremy jumping the fence into Monarch Garden, he was unaccompanied. Perhaps when the boy recovers his wits, he’ll be able to tell you more.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            “It’s possible.” Rayez said. “Speaking of which, I would appreciate it if you return Officer Sampson with his mind intact.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            “No promises, Officer.” Lucretia said, smiling.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            Go ahead and play with him a little, girls, her voice whispered. For a moment I wondered who she was talking to, then I heard a burst of giggles echo through the air around me, and guessed it was the invisible beings holding me aloft. Suddenly there were ghostly fingers tickling me all over my body. I squirmed in pleasure, unable to help myself from giggling manically. Rayez just shook her head at me and departed, closing the doors behind her. Lucretia looked up at me, her ruby eyes sparkling devilishly.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            I just know I’m going to enjoy making you mine.

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%">''Author's Note: Sorry for the wait. Not sure if anyone is even going to read this, but if you do, leave a comment and let me know what you think! More to come, hopefully.''