by Carl East
Annabelle turned the book around to face her. His name was Richard Granger.
The End
Room 13
I like to think of myself as a modern woman on a successful career path yet also someone who cares for her co-workers and people closest to me. My name is Jessica Langdon and I’m twenty-six years old. My story (although to me it is much more than a story) started when I was invited to stay the weekend at the Lodge. The Lodge is a luxury inn that my company uses from time to time in the Lake District, and is a three-hour drive away from the hustle and bustle of the city.
We’d just closed the deal on a major contract that would keep our company in the marketing forefront and as a reward; the partners had invited those involved in landing the contract to stay at the Lodge for the weekend. My team members, Elizabeth and Claire, were also going and we were excited as we considered this the next step up in our careers with the company.
When our group arrived, we were efficiently booked in and given our keys and it wasn’t long before we were being shown to our rooms. The bellhops were smartly dressed in what appeared to be the signature color of the Lodge a deep evergreen, and one by one, we were shown to our rooms with the proprietor leading the way. My room was the last in the corridor and when she opened the door, the bellhop moved forward with my case as I went to see the view from the window.
The room was simply elegant. The large queen sized bed was dressed in ivory linens with touches of burgundy to match the chairs in the room. The adjoining bath used the same cream and burgundy colors to accent the Lodge’s signature color of evergreen in the room. The fact that it was Room 13 didn’t really bother me; after all, it’s just a number.
“The room is absolutely beautiful,” I said as the proprietor walked toward the large window to give an adjustment to the velvet drapes hanging there.
“You’re in luck my dear; this is the original owner’s room. I say in luck because people who have stayed here before you claim they have incredible dreams when sleeping here. Several have told me that they were visited by a kind and gentle man. They don’t elaborate on what those dreams were about and what the man wanted, but by their descriptions, it seems clear that it is the original owner. Anyway, I’ll leave you to settle in. We have a lounge with a bar area downstairs, which I’m told your group is going to meet in half an hour. My name is Mrs. Waverly but everyone calls me Ann. The staff and I are at your service; please don’t hesitate to ask for anything you need.”
“I will Ann, thank you,” I replied as she shut the door.
‘Great, a haunted room,’ I thought as I began to unpack. I quickly got my things sorted into various draws and hung my best in the wardrobe and quickly forgot about the room being haunted, mainly because I didn’t believe in ghosts. I then went downstairs to join the others.
We all had a few drinks, followed by a wonderful meal in the dining room before we returned to the lounge and sat talking for the last couple of hours. It was a pleasant way to unwind before retiring for the evening. When I arrived at my bedroom door I was thinking ‘I shouldn’t have had that last drink,’ but I knew the bed that awaited me would take away any such concerns as I placed the key in the door.
Half asleep, I went through my nightly routine of kicking off the shoes, putting the jewelry on the dresser, dropping my clothes on the chair and heading to the bathroom to wash off the makeup and brush my teeth. I climbed into bed before turning the light out and pulling the covers up around me. After the drinks and that wonderful meal, I felt so warm and cozy that I must have been asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.
Sometime later, the sound of a door closing had me suddenly sitting up and looking around the room, thinking that someone had just entered but there was no one there. Thinking that it must have been my imagination I lay back down and to go back to sleep. A few minutes later, the bed covers began to move down the bed. They moved before I could stop them but when I looked down the bed, I couldn’t see anyone or anything that might have moved them. All I could see was my new panties I had saved for this trip. Half asleep, my mind was telling me that last drink must have left me too tired to put on my pajamas before I crawled into bed.
Then something touched my leg and I froze. The moonlight coming through the window filled the room but I still couldn’t see anything. My mind was telling me to move, but my body was frozen in place. Then I felt the unmistakable grip of someone’s hands on my ankles as they pulled me down the bed. When the hands suddenly let go of me I quickly scrambled and reached up for the light that was next to my bed and threw the switch.
There was nothing there; I was completely alone in the bedroom. Had I just imagined the entire thing, or was there…suddenly I could feel hands stroking my thighs and slowly opening my legs a little. I strained to see something but only felt fingertips stroking my skin. I froze again and looking down this time I could see indents appearing on my inner thighs as if fingers were pressing my legs. They seemed to be drawing closer to my crotch but they were gentle and the intense fear I felt initially was replaced with shocked curiosity.
Who, or what was this thing, was it a ghost or some malevolent entity? I didn’t have the answers but as the invisible fingers stroked the panties that covered my pussy, I felt a tinge of guilt. I should’ve be running for the door, instead of feeling aroused. The project we had been focused on had left no time for anything but work and my energy had been focused there. However, now relaxed that the job was done the illicit feeling of something playing with my body was starting to turn me on.
I silently watched as my panties were lifted on each side of my legs and tensed as I heard the material tearing on both sides. It was as if invisible scissors were cutting them away to expose me to whatever was in the room with me.
I was now lying in the bed completely naked with my womanhood exposed and although I felt aroused, I was still afraid. My shallow breaths were the only sound in the room as I waited to see what would happen next. A few minutes passed and I was wondering if I was just dreaming when suddenly I could feel multiple fingers sliding over the bare mound of my womanhood as if enjoying the lack of hair. Fingertips brushed back and forth from my bellybutton to the crease of my lips below as if testing for stray hairs. Finding none, I felt its gentle probing along the seam trying to part my pussy lips.
A single invisible finger tested the crease and began to slide from top to bottom and as it did, I became aroused by the tender touch and felt the moisture begin to seep from my body. A slight plunge and the thumb managed to glance against the moisture and as it coated itself in the fluid, it began to spread my lips with a gentle movement as it moved slowly up and down. My breath became lodged in my chest as I felt it glance against the erect clit in its path. The movement stopped and then began to center on the peak of my excitement.
I could feel my erect clit being moved around, pushed and then slightly tugged. It was an indescribable feeling that I will never forget. Looking down I watched as my lips moved around, before seeing them part as something entered me. It felt like the middle finger of a hand was in my pussy as its thumb worked my excited clit.
My nipples were standing erect and then they too were moved around. I could see the indents of invisible fingers pressing into my skin and watched as my right nipple was pulled about. I swallowed hard and closed my eyes, ‘is this really happening,’ I thought. Then I let out a squeal as my entire body was lifted off the bed. I looked around frantically, before my legs were spread apart.
I was almost doing the splits in midair when I felt something large pushing against my opening. It stretched me open and then started to slide in. At that moment, I felt so wet and excited that I no longer cared who or what this was; I simply had to allow this to happen. I couldn’t recall a time when I’d been this aroused in my entire life. Whoever this entity was, he was very big. His cock slid into me and didn’t stop until I could feel the tip hitting the back wall and slide back out again.
At first, it was slow moving, as
if whoever was doing it was enjoying the first assault. Then his meat started to go faster and I was pushed forward in midair, before two strong hands gripped my butt cheeks. The next thing I know, he’s slamming his meat into me as if it’s the very last time he’s ever going to do it. I felt so flushed and hot, that I thought I was going to pass out. Then the first of my orgasms came and I let out a moan of approval and the strangest sensation of all happened at that moment. My muscles contracted and I could feel a solid mass between my legs, only I was actually slowing him down because he had to push harder to get all the way in.
It felt just like a real person was there but looking down revealed nothing. Then I was suddenly turned in midair and entered from behind. My breasts were gripped and squeezed and the slamming of his cock continued. My breasts were swaying back and forth, as the assault continued and my next climax was quickly approaching.
I started to wonder when this would end, yet at the same time I hoped it wouldn’t be too soon. My nipples felt so hard they were beginning to hurt but a pleasant hurt if you know what I mean. Then things got hurried and suddenly the cock inside me stopped and I could feel the end pulsating as if it was spewing out semen. My very first thought when that happened was ‘can life get any better than this,’ and as if in answer I suddenly felt two more pairs of hands touching my body.
‘Why was I, not scared,’ that was the thought going through my mind at that moment. I could feel multiple hands touching me. The cock that was inside me had been withdrawn and I was still floating above the bed. Suddenly, I was turned into a sitting position and my legs were spread apart. I could feel something probing me from behind and held my breath. I’d never had anal sex in my life and didn’t know what to expect.
Then something else probed my pussy and suddenly they both entered me together. I let out a squeal of both hurt and pleasure and before I could make another sound, another cock was pushed into my mouth. It was stretching my mouth open even though when looking down I could see nothing. My body was then used like never before and I quickly began to experience another orgasm.
I was so wet I could feel it running down my inner thigh and it was hard to know where the most pleasure was coming from. The cock in my mouth was too big, yet whenever it brushed the back of my throat, I didn’t gag. I allowed my tongue to lick and surround as much as possible as it slid in and out of my mouth. The cock in my pussy felt bigger than the one in my ass, which made me grateful.
Until now, they’d both been going slowly and then suddenly it was as if they were fighting for dominance. I could feel one pushing against the other and stretching me further. My breasts were bouncing up and down as the onslaught continued and my mind was a whirl of conflicting messages. On the one hand, I never wanted this to end but on the other, I was scared it never would. Then the cock in my mouth came out and even though I couldn’t see anything, I could swear that something splashed onto my face and neck. I tried to lick it but there was nothing to lick. I then looked down and could see my pussy lips being stretched as the cock inside it pushed back and forth. Hands gripped my breasts next and fingers were tugging on my swollen nipples. I came again only this time there were little aftershocks. I guess you could describe them as mini orgasms, only I couldn’t make out when one began and another ended.
Then they began to slow down and suddenly they both pulled out together. I could feel something splashing onto my skin from the front and behind and could swear that semen was running down my butt cheeks. I closed my eyes wondering what would happen next but nothing did. I was repositioned in a lying state and lowered onto the bed, which is when I closed my eyes.
That’s when I awoke and discovered that I was still tucked up nice and cozy in my bed. I sat up and turned the light on. I could see nothing wrong.
“It couldn’t have been a dream, it was too real for that,” I said aloud.
It was then, that I realized something. I wasn’t wearing any panties. I looked down the covers to confirm what I already knew and my panties were not to be found. I looked around the room and caught site of them at the foot of the bed. I picked them up only to find they’d been torn at the front on both side of the crotch area making them look more like a diaper than a pair of panties. Then I felt something crusty on my cheek and neck and brushed it off.
Had it really happened? On the other hand, was it just my imagination? All I knew for sure was I wanted to come back here again and experience another night in that bed. It wasn’t until I got back into the bed that I realized my nipples felt extremely tender and smiled to myself.
The End
Aerial’s Last Mission
Aerial walked the long narrow corridor of the Mother Ship Silver Wing, and came to a halt outside the Science Room. She stood five foot two inches in height and was the first Lybrian female to reach the rank of Colonel. Her slim body was pale grey in color and hairless with tiny ears barely more than holes on each side of her smooth baldhead. Aerial’s large black eyes were set above a small respiratory fin while her pale slit of her mouth was set far below. The uniform she wore matched her color and clung to her body like a second skin layer. Knocking on the door with her primary finger, she levered the door open to enter and poked her head through first.
“Ah Aerial, come in. We’re just about ready for you,” said General Dran.
Aerial glided forward feeling quite apprehensive about the importance of the upcoming mission. She knew that her body would have to be transformed for the mission and wasn’t looking forward to the physical changes required.
“Colonel Aerial, as you are aware from the mission brief, we know a great deal about the species on this planet called Earth. The one thing we don’t comprehend about humans is this need to procreate. While we understand that they have sex in order to create others of their species, what we don’t understand is why they procreate at any given moment even after the female of the species has already been impregnated,” said General Dran.
“In fact they seem to do it whenever they get the chance, so we’re sending you down there to find out why. Dependent upon your findings and should the need arise we have a weapon that could obliterate every single human on the planet Earth if we need to,” said the General.
“I didn’t know that Sir” replied Aerial.
“This knowledge has not been shared as it would be used only as a matter of self-preservation.”
“Understood Sir, but wouldn’t a Synthetic do the job a little more covertly?” replied Aerial.
“Unfortunately, the Synthetics can only go through the motions. The machines lack the emotional ability to feel the way a live subject would, which is why we will use the trans matter machine to change your body, albeit temporarily, into a human one. I do realize your concerns Colonel, and if this weren’t an important mission, I wouldn’t be sending you. Just trust me when I say that once you’ve gathered the information you will be changed back into your natural form.”
“Yes Sir, it’s not that I don’t want to do the mission it’s just that, well they are so ugly. I realize that that may sound vain of me, but I can’t help being repulsed whenever I see one of them.”
“You surprise me Colonel. I’ve always believed that beauty is skin deep, and have never judged anyone by their looks alone,” replied the General.
“You’re right. I shouldn’t prejudge these humans after all they may one day be part of the Planetary Alliance.”
“Exactly, so if you’re ready Aerial I’ll leave you in the hands of Grog here,” said General Dran as he motioned to Grog.
Grog was standing next to the Trans matter machine making final calibrations, but took the time to look up and nod as he heard his name mentioned.
Aerial walked over to join him, and greeted him with a smile.
“It’s just about ready Colonel, if you’d care to step into the chamber area I will make the final adjustments,” said Grog.
Aerial looked up at the machine, admiring the engineering that went into it. Then tentatively s
he walked into the clear chamber that Grog had mentioned. She closed the door behind her. Facing forward she took a deep breath and informed Grog that she was ready.
“Okay Colonel, now before I begin the sequence I’d better tell you a little bit about the subject I’ve chosen. I did a lot of research for this mission and found through intercepting the Earthlings’ transmissions, that the body I’m about to give you is a very popular form on Earth. So you have to be aware that you will be attracting a lot of attention from the male of the species,” said Grog.
“Understood Grog, now let’s get this over with,” replied Aerial.
Grog laid his long palm on the flat surface and activated the power source and soon Arial was bathed in a brilliant white light. The light was so intense that Grog had to shutter his eyes and look away while the physical changes were taking place. A few seconds later the dimming light of the machine signaled that the transmutation was completed. Grog looked up to see the result of his programming.
Aerial stood in the clear chamber completely revealed in her human form. The pale pink skin seemed to shimmer in the light of the Science Room. It was naked of any covering except for the long waves of curly blonde hair attached to a rounded head. He could see that her eyes had shrunk down from their large black ovals to smaller blue orbs that were centered in her face. The small protuberance below the round eyes he knew was called a nose and the fleshy deep pink opening directly below that was called lips.
Grog watched as Aerial extended a fleshy nub called a tongue from between her lips and then in a fit of anger stuck it out at him. He watched as long appendages at her side raised wildly up to slowly lay upon the two large mounds of skin covered muscles called breasts that stood firm and proud on her chest. The tips of the appendages were feeling about the area as if trying to grasp the mounds of flesh and landed on the fleshy red tips that seemed to harden into points when handled.
