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- Date: Mon Oct 15 1990 01:06:00
- From: Etrigan
- To: All
- Subj: Story Part II
- Attr:
- loni -------------------------------
- [second part of Victoria's story]
-
- Victoria looked at the ouija board with a somewhat amazed glare. Had
- the pointer just moved to the "YES" on its own or had her rustling on
- the bed sheets caused it to slide over? She wondered, and then placed
- the pointer back into the center of the board. She meekly asked
- again... "Is there anyone there?" and this time, without her moving a
- muscle, the pointer slid slowly over to the "YES" on the board. The
- sensation of heat/ice once again ran up and down her spine. Vicky
- wasn't sure if it was due to the excitement of the moment or from
- some other force, but she really didn't care at the moment. She once
- again slid the pointer back to the middle and asked "Can you help me
- with my problem?" and the pointer slid, this time more convincingly,
- to the "YES" again. Beads of sweat formed on her brow and between her
- heaving breasts. This was simply too abnormal for her to comprehend
- at once and so, without even putting the board away, sprawled herself
- out on the bed and slipped into a pleasant sleep... with hopes that
- when she awoke, the board would once again not react to her pleads or
- continue to do so... but not after she had slept. She needed the
- rest... it had been a long day and now this... well, it was all a
- little much to deal with.
-
- As Victoria lay there, she gently felt a touch... she thought perhaps
- it was the winter air playing against her exposed thigh, but when she
- looked, the windows were all securely shut and curtains pulled. She
- reached for the nightstand lamp but before she could flip the switch,
- a hand forcefully stopped her and then held her. She tried to scream
- but felt another strong hand clamp down over her mouth before she
- could utter more than a weak whimper. She tried in vain to see who
- was in her room with her... but she couldn't imagine who... and she
- HAD locked the door after she came in. A burglar? A crazed rapist?
- She felt her heart sink into her belly... no, not now... please
- God... not this... her eyes welled with tears. Then she thought she
- heard something... it was almost as if the air was speaking to her...
- in the faintest of whispers... "Victoria... we have come to satisfy
- you..." and at once, she felt 3 pairs of strong hands fondling every
- inch of her body. Gliding firmly... yet gently... over her... from
- her breasts... to her stomach... to her hurredly moistening
- womanhood. Then... a penis was being shoved in her face... she
- hungrily gulped it in... she was acting like a madwoman... and then
- suddenly, she awoke... "Damn it!" She yelled loudly... "A fucking
- dream... what a damn day." Then she thought of what she had just said
- "a fucking dream" and laughed to herself at the plain truth of that
- statement. But why was the pointer on the ouija saying "NO"? She must
- have kicked it in her dream, so she thought...
-
- [well, there's some more for ya all... keep me posted on what ya
- think]
-
- -Etrigan-
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