“Where did you find that?” I stopped working and got to my feet.
“I think the old owners left it behind.” He sat down and opened it. “It fell behind one of the bookshelves, so I guess the looters never stumbled across it.”
Inside the box was an old journal with a stack of black and white photographs. All of the photographs were of the town, the house when it was still new, and a few that appeared to be the original family. The journal was hard to read, and the writing was faded, but from what we could tell, it belonged to a young woman named Abigail Herrington. She was a teenager who was forced to marry the original owner due to some sort of family debt. Her family owed Mr. Herrington money, and even though she was half his age, he took her as payment. From the best we could determine, the marriage took place shortly after her eighteenth birthday.
“Wow, this is wild. She spent five pages describing what happened on their wedding night.” Dante chuckled and flipped the page. “Have you ever heard an asshole called the husband hole?”
“No way, tell me you’re joking.” My face twisted into a grin and I laughed.
“Apparently this Mr. Herrington dude decided that every hole belonged to him on the night she shared his marriage bed.” Dante flipped to the next page.
“Shared his marriage bed? Now you’re even talking like her.” I leaned back and shook my head.
“Oh—okay, now it’s getting interesting.” Dante held the book closer, tracing the lines with his finger.
“More interesting than a husband hole?” I tilted my head to the side and reached for my iced tea.
“Yeah, apparently she decided that she wasn’t going to give him sex one night because he was mean to her.” Dante flipped to the next page. “And he took her to the basement so that he could—as she puts it, thrash her hide.”
“Sounds like Mr. Herrington was a bit kinky.” I sipped my iced tea and held it in my hand. “Although I’m sure his wife didn’t like having her ass whipped.”
“Not at first, but it doesn’t sound like she entirely hated it.” Dante flipped a few more pages, and then stopped. “Ah, here she writes about having her bare buttocks reddened for being late from the market—and mentions taking a detour next time to be even later.”
“I guess she was into it.” I chuckled and nodded. “Sounds like Brianna might not be the first naturally submissive girl in Bakersfield.”
“I guess not.” Dante flipped through several pages that appeared to be smudged and hard to read. “Hmm, this one mentions something about her parents visiting and almost finding the secret room in the basement.”
“Secret room?” I my eyebrows shot up.
“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Dante closed the book and looked at me.
One of the best parts of buying old houses was the random stuff we came across. The journal was definitely unique, but if there was a secret room, that was like finding buried treasure. We carefully walked down the steps with our flashlights dancing in the dark, because outside of the initial walkthrough, we hadn’t done a lot of exploring. We normally preferred to take it one room at a time unless we were tearing down walls.
The basement was dark, and even our flashlights didn’t help much. Some parts of the house had been updated over the years, but the basement didn’t appear to have been touched. I felt around the right wall and Dante worked on the left. We were looking for something that sounded hollow, or a pattern that didn’t match the rest of the blocks on the wall.
“I think they had to replace some parts of this.” Dante moved his flashlight around the dark. “I see breaks in the pattern, but it’s not because there’s a room.”
“It’s possible that someone found the room a long time ago, and just opened it back up.” I sighed and moved my light along the wall.
“Sorry, I may have gotten your hopes up for nothing.” Dante kept moving through the damp space.
“Wait—hold on, I got something.” My hand tapped something that sounded different from the rest of the wall. “Look, see how this cuts out.”
“Nice!” Dante confirmed my suspicions. “But where’s the entrance?”
“It has to be around here somewhere.” I moved my flashlight up and down the hollow area.
“Oh man, I think I found it. This is crazy.” There was a thud, and then I saw the wall start moving.
“What the fuck.” I aimed my flashlight at the ground. “Half the wall is on a rail. That’s pretty advanced for this time period.”
“It keeps it hidden, that’s for sure.” Dante kept pushing the wall. “Surprisingly light, too.”
Dante and I got the wall open and then looked at each other for a moment before we turned our flashlights towards the room. My jaw fell open immediately. The center of the room had a thick wooden pillar lying horizontally across two smaller pillars that had been set up for support. Each side of the pillar had leather cuffs that appeared to be for someone’s hands and feet. I lifted my light to the wall and blinked in surprise when I saw a line of neatly organized implements of discipline. There were wooden canes of varying lengths and diameter, wooden paddles of all sizes, and a number of whips. Most of them appeared to be worn with age, and unlikely to be usable for what they were originally intended for.
“That’s certainly—interesting.” I blinked and looked at Dante.
“Fuck, she left a lot out of her journal!” Dante walked over to the wall and picked up a wooden cane.
“Being taken to the basement for a thrashing must have been a regular occurrence.” I joined him near the wall, and then something caught my attention on a small table. “What the fuck is this?”
“Damn, that’s hardcore.” Dante chuckled and put his flashlight on the circular piece of metal with decaying leather straps. “It looks like some sort of gag, but it’s metal.”
“This Mr. Herrington dude was a sadist.” I exhaled sharply. “His poor wife.”
“I’ve seen stuff more hardcore than this, but yeah—not really what I like. Based on what I read in the journal, though, I don’t think she was an unwilling participant in what went on down here.” Dante shrugged and walked back to the wall.
“Maybe, but it still seems a little extreme.” I shook my head back and forth. “We’ll take some pictures when we get the lights set up down here.”
“Who doesn’t want to buy a house with an ancient sex dungeon in it?” Dante reached up and pulled one of the paddles off the wall. “What does this remind you of?”
“Heh, it looks like the kind of paddle my principal had.” I watched as Dante gave it a few swings.
“The kind that would be used on a naughty cheerleader?” Dante smirked and traced the wood with his fingers. “It needs to be cleaned up, but it’s in pretty good shape.”
“I’m telling you, she’s not coming to your Funhouse.” I rolled my eyes and turned my flashlight back towards the basement.
“We’ll see.” Dante followed me towards the stairs.
You ran her off. She’s definitely not coming back.
Dante kept working on his Funhouse, which I still thought was a waste of time, and I kept working on stuff that was going to eventually bring us money. Dante took a trip into town to get some candy the day before Halloween, but I thought that was another waste. I doubted any parents were going to take the time to bring their kids to the big mansion on the hill just to collect a few pieces of candy. He returned with several shopping bags, and tried to show me what was inside them, but I wasn’t interested when I found out it was more Funhouse junk. I was anxious for Halloween to come and go so he would get back to work on the house—and disassemble the Funhouse, which had started to impede progress into the other rooms.
8
Brianna
Halloween night
My thoughts were a mess when Halloween finally arrived. I couldn’t get Dante and Shane out of my head. They were still in my dreams every night. I was their naughty cheerleader, and they did things to me that no virgin should dream about. I h
ad masturbated more since my visit to Overlook Mansion than I normally did in a month. The only time that I managed to focus on anything but them was when I was in school, and I wasn’t even immune to those thoughts there if the lesson was boring. I knew what I had to do to purge the thoughts from my head, but the thought of it scared me. If I went to Overlook Mansion on Halloween night, I wasn’t leaving a virgin. My dreams were going to become reality, and I had no idea how far they would take it. Even the fear of the unknown turned me on.
Am I really going to go through with something this crazy? I don’t know how else to get them out of my head.
I went upstairs as soon as I got home and stared at my closet. There were two costumes inside it. One was the fairy costume I bought when I was with Jackie, and the other was a cheerleader costume I picked up the previous day. I had accessories for both, but I wasn’t sure which one I was going to be brave enough to put on. A part of me wanted to go to church as a pretty fairy and hand out candy to the kids. Another part of me—a darkness I didn’t understand—wanted to put on the cheerleader costume and go to Overlook Mansion. I had no idea if Shane and Dante had actually assembled their supposed Funhouse, but I didn’t think that would hold them back. If I showed up in that costume, I was definitely losing my virginity.
I should make the smart choice. I wish Jackie was here to talk me off the ledge, because I’m about to fall headfirst into something I’m not sure I’m ready for.
* * *
I struggled with my desires until I couldn’t fight them anymore, and I found myself putting on the cheerleader costume. It wasn’t something I could leave the house in, so I put my fairy costume on over it. My parents were ready to go to the church, but my night was going in a much different direction. I made up an excuse about trying to go see Jackie at work, and then I headed towards the road at the edge of town. My body was tingling and trembling at the same time when I saw Overlook Mansion on top of the hill. It looked a lot more sinister at night, especially with the decorations that had been added. There was no turning back. I was walking headfirst into the unknown, and my body was begging me to keep putting one foot in front of the other. As I approached the mansion, I saw the lights go out, and when I got to the front door, it was slightly ajar.
“Hello?” I pushed the door open and peered inside.
The living room was dark, but I saw a couple of beers sitting on the table. I could hear shuffling and footsteps from the room ahead of it. A dim blue light suggested it must be my destination since it was the only thing lit up.
The cheerleader costume really didn’t cover much. The skirt was so short my ass was almost hanging out, and the top cut right underneath my breasts. My accessories included a pair of blue ribbons that I had tied in my hair and a plastic pumpkin that I was using as a purse. I walked slow, still apprehensive about what was in front of me. A part of me—the innocence that was going to be shattered—still cried out for me to run, but my desires quelled that voice before I could let it resonate in my head.
“Is anyone in here?” I pushed open the door and looked around the dimly lit room. “Hello?”
The room had posters on the wall for several sports teams, a wooden bench sitting in the center of it that was flat with no back, and in the center of it was a football. I wasn’t sure what I was seeing exactly, but then the door across from me opened. I saw two silhouettes, and based on the size of them, it had to be Shane and Dante. They stepped into the room and I realized they were wearing football jerseys. The two of them walked towards me and I felt my heart beating in my chest. It wasn’t exactly like my fantasy, but it was close. Both of them were there, and the look in their eyes suggested they were going to soon bring those dreams out of my head. I swallowed hard when I felt a lump trying to rise up in my throat.
“Well, what do we have here?” Shane tilted his head to the side. “A cheerleader in the boy’s locker room? Are you lost?”
“She’s not lost.” Dante chuckled under his breath. “Are you?”
“No.” I trembled as I tried to assume the role my costume portrayed. “I was hoping I would run into the two of you.”
“Were you now?” Shane reached out and let his fingers glide along the bottom of my skirt. “Are you our treat for winning the big game?”
“I…” My words got caught in my throat. “I am.”
“Coach promised us that he would reward us if we kicked the other team’s ass, but I didn’t realize he was going to give us the hottest cheerleader on the squad.” Dante reached out and put his hand under my chin. “What are you going to do for us?”
“Anything you want.” I bit down on my lip and tried to force a smile.
Wow, I can’t believe I said that.
My head continued to spin, but both sets of lips were on my skin before I had a chance to think about what my words meant. Shane kissed one side of my neck and teased my earlobes. The desire that I felt in my dream started to sweep through my body and it made me moan. Dante leaned forward and crushed my lips underneath his. The hand that was underneath my chin clenched my jaw and forced it open so he could push his tongue across my lips. It was sudden and unexpected. I tried to gasp for air, but his ravaging kiss made me melt into his arms. It was so passionate and forceful that it made me burn like I did when I woke up from my dreams. Shane continued to tease my body while Dante tried to suffocate me with his lips. He finally broke the seal and I got a chance to gasp for air before Shane started kissing me. His kiss had the same ferocity and my pussy started to saturate my panties with my lust.
“You belong to us tonight.” Dante kissed my earlobe as he whispered into my ear. “We’re going to make you beg all night long.”
Shane pulled back from my lips and smiled. “Are you ready to give us our treat?”
“Yes.” I swallowed hard and felt my heart racing in my chest. “I’m ready.”
“Let’s see how ready you are.” Dante reached underneath my skirt and I felt his fingers sliding into my panties. “Yeah, you’re nice and wet.”
“Oh god!” I moaned when he started to push a finger inside me.
“Coach gave us a really good treat tonight.” Dante’s finger pushed against my hymen. “She’s still a virgin.”
“The hottest cheerleader on the squad hasn’t given her cherry to anyone yet?” Shane chuckled and grinned. “This really is our lucky day.”
“Before we pluck this ripe cherry off the vine, I want to have a taste.” Dante slid his finger out of my pussy and yanked my panties down to my knees.
“Me too.” Shane dug his fingers into my top and started pulling it off. “I bet you’ve dreamed of this moment your whole life.”
Not my whole life, but I’ve definitely been dreaming about it since I walked in the door the first time.
Dante removed my skirt and it dropped to the floor. They started kissing my breasts, letting their tongues swirl around my nipples until they were two hard nubs. They lowered me down to the wooden bench and put me flat on my back. It was just wide enough for me to lay on it without rolling off. They knelt down on either side of me and started kissing my abdomen. My pussy was so wet that I felt the lust smeared between my thighs when Dante pushed my legs apart. He leaned forward and I felt his breath on my skin before his tongue pushed against my labia. The feeling was incredible.
The desire was so strong I started to tremble. Shane kissed my belly button and then moved down to my clit. He pushed the hood away and started to circle the tight bundle of nerves that I had been using to relieve the pent up sexual lust they created. I started to moan as the pleasure erupted through my entire body. Dante pushed into my wetness, and then his tongue was inside me. Having one tongue inside me while another one flicked against my clit made the fire I normally felt when I dreamed about them turn into a wildfire of unbelievable bliss.
“That feels really good!” I moaned and arched my back against the bench.
“We’re going to make you cum so many times you forget you’re a virgin when we f
uck you for the first time.” Shane pulled away for a moment and then returned to circling my clit with his tongue.
My body rubbed against the wooden bench as I shifted and squirmed. I couldn’t believe I was actually there with them, spending Halloween night as a naughty cheerleader, while simultaneously chasing the desires that had been burning me up inside. I wasn’t sure what they had in store for me before the night was over, but I was too far gone to dwell on it. My body was theirs for the taking. They were going to strip me of my innocence like they stripped me of my costume, and all I could do was blissfully dive into the inevitable. Whatever did happen, I wouldn’t be the same girl that walked into Overlook Mansion when I left.
“Oh god, please don’t stop.” I moaned so loud that I felt the hum against my teeth.
The two tongues worked in unison to bring sensations I never imagined to life. My finger threw water on the flame when the dreams pushed me to that point. Their tongues were like gasoline, making the flames burn so hot my skin sizzled. My finger definitely couldn’t do what Shane and Dante were doing. It was a dull knife while they sliced into my desires with surgical precision. The fire raged, spewed brimstone into my soul, and then I felt a pressure building that was more intense than anything I felt when I brought myself to climax with my finger. I started lifting my hips off the bench, grinding my pussy and clit against their tongues. Their tongues continued to move at the same pace. Shane made my clit hum as he circled it. Dante plunged himself so deep I felt him stretching my hymen each time his tongue collided with the barrier of my innocence.
“You’re gonna make me cum!” I squirmed faster, feeling the wood rub against my back as my moans got louder.
The pressure was so intense that I couldn’t focus on anything else. There was no way I could keep the orgasm from erupting through me, even though I was enjoying the bliss their tongues brought. My muscles started to get tight and I writhed on the wood. The pleasure began to flood my veins with endorphins. My orgasm jerked me forward and the pressure started to be released. My pussy spasmed against Dante’s tongue and he pushed it as far as he could to taste my eruption. They continued to pleasure me with their tongues once the orgasm was in full swing, and it was consuming me. None of the orgasms I managed to create were as strong as the one they gave me. Waves of pleasure fanned the flames of desire, teased my flesh, and pushed me further than I had been before. When the orgasm finally subsided, I sank back against the bench for a second—but it wasn’t over.
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