Sister Honey
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Singers/Bands/Musicians › Murderdolls
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,911
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Murderdolls. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Unseen
Sister Honey
Chapter Two-Unseen
"Never having allowed yourself, do you understand the word pleasure..."
Her home was in complete order. Picasso and Dali decorated the many walls, walls which were not lined with texts. Sister Honey knows her art and her literature, W-13, the Invisible Man noted. He followed her, undetected, throughout the newly purchased house as she checked telephone messages, poured a rather enormous goblet of white wine, and headed for the dizzying staircase leading to her bed and bath.
Each lazy step she ascended in the tight pinstripe skirt gave W-13 a titillating view of her perfectly sculpted buttocks; the modest slit of the cloth teased him with a quick peek of her ebony clad thigh. Upon entering her bedroom, the unsuspecting lady shrugged from her sharp blazer to reveal a silky white blouse creased from a long day's work. She drew a warm, frothy bath, but sat tubside while she finished her drink.
Overwhelmed with anticipation, the unseen voyeur, her companion in the room, let out a low snicker. The sinister sound reverberated throughout the small space, a voice without a mouth, a mouth without a body...Sister Honey's golden skin drained pale.
Someone is in my bedroom, her mind rationalized; her heart thumped violently in her chest. Cautiously, with only her two fragile hands to protect herself, she entered the dimly lit domain. She had no idea she walked right past the covert trespasser. The room spread before her untouched and unmanned. Her eyes peered into the hallway, but she found no logical reason to search the entire house. Tonight's forward stranger had left a rather lasting and spooky impression on her. Her imagination was taking flight with his memory.
But W-13 would have his fun; first, before any of the other cohorts consumed their fill of her. He waited until she was nearly naked, stripped of the skirt; silk hose rolled down, tucked neatly into her classy shoes. What a dame, he forced a clamp over his mouth. Yes, he wanted her first; her curves so luscious, face so innocent- waiting was not possible. Reaching an inconspicuous hand, W-13 softly grazed a generously cupped breast.
Flailing, the bubble filled tub almost her landing spot, Sister Honey cried out frightfully. She grabbed at her breast to shield, surprised eyes darting in every direction around the littlest room of her home. Breath forcefully exited her lungs, barging its way past her lips. She was not the girl to believe in ghosts and goblins, but her certainty at what she sensed was absolute. She was not alone in her private space.
Tenderly, soundlessly, the Invisible Man encircled her with unseen arms to seduce rather than scare. But she stumbled free, knocking the wine glass that rested tubside onto the floor. Glass shattered, gauging her small foot as she trampled the tiny shards. As she was fleeing, a second crunch of glass echoed behind her as an invisible boot also trekked over the broken goblet. Sister Honey inexplicably screamed, her hands rushing to her throat in terror as a vaporous entity closed in on her. Blood stained the plush carpet. The horror overcame W'13's sweet victim; she slumped onto the bed.
"Please!" She wailed to the nothing that indented the bed beside her. "Am I losing my mind!?"
Her cry was answered by a familiar snicker. "No, my dear. You are perfectly sane." Her head twisted to locate a source for the low, gravel voice speaking into her ear. "I'm the madman."
She attempted another frantic scream, but lips of imperceptible steel clamped over hers. The buttons of her blouse popped, her breasts harshly molded against her will. "You can't see me therefore you can't stop me." The phantoms hands were everywhere, all over her now. "The experience will be much more pleasurable if you just allow me .."
Her voice strained in desparation, she interrupted. "Pleasure?" Sister Honey was no longer familiar with the meaning of pleasure. While her soul cried out for mercy, her flesh sizzled at the entity's indistinguishable touch. The hot sensation left her seething with anger and shame. Nameless, formless, the intruder's weight heaved upon her; he grunted approvingly.
Desparation elevated to frenzy, she whispered maniacally, "Please, for Godsakes...let me see your face! Let me look into your eyes..."
Her request went unanswered.
end of chapter two
Chapter Two-Unseen
"Never having allowed yourself, do you understand the word pleasure..."
Her home was in complete order. Picasso and Dali decorated the many walls, walls which were not lined with texts. Sister Honey knows her art and her literature, W-13, the Invisible Man noted. He followed her, undetected, throughout the newly purchased house as she checked telephone messages, poured a rather enormous goblet of white wine, and headed for the dizzying staircase leading to her bed and bath.
Each lazy step she ascended in the tight pinstripe skirt gave W-13 a titillating view of her perfectly sculpted buttocks; the modest slit of the cloth teased him with a quick peek of her ebony clad thigh. Upon entering her bedroom, the unsuspecting lady shrugged from her sharp blazer to reveal a silky white blouse creased from a long day's work. She drew a warm, frothy bath, but sat tubside while she finished her drink.
Overwhelmed with anticipation, the unseen voyeur, her companion in the room, let out a low snicker. The sinister sound reverberated throughout the small space, a voice without a mouth, a mouth without a body...Sister Honey's golden skin drained pale.
Someone is in my bedroom, her mind rationalized; her heart thumped violently in her chest. Cautiously, with only her two fragile hands to protect herself, she entered the dimly lit domain. She had no idea she walked right past the covert trespasser. The room spread before her untouched and unmanned. Her eyes peered into the hallway, but she found no logical reason to search the entire house. Tonight's forward stranger had left a rather lasting and spooky impression on her. Her imagination was taking flight with his memory.
But W-13 would have his fun; first, before any of the other cohorts consumed their fill of her. He waited until she was nearly naked, stripped of the skirt; silk hose rolled down, tucked neatly into her classy shoes. What a dame, he forced a clamp over his mouth. Yes, he wanted her first; her curves so luscious, face so innocent- waiting was not possible. Reaching an inconspicuous hand, W-13 softly grazed a generously cupped breast.
Flailing, the bubble filled tub almost her landing spot, Sister Honey cried out frightfully. She grabbed at her breast to shield, surprised eyes darting in every direction around the littlest room of her home. Breath forcefully exited her lungs, barging its way past her lips. She was not the girl to believe in ghosts and goblins, but her certainty at what she sensed was absolute. She was not alone in her private space.
Tenderly, soundlessly, the Invisible Man encircled her with unseen arms to seduce rather than scare. But she stumbled free, knocking the wine glass that rested tubside onto the floor. Glass shattered, gauging her small foot as she trampled the tiny shards. As she was fleeing, a second crunch of glass echoed behind her as an invisible boot also trekked over the broken goblet. Sister Honey inexplicably screamed, her hands rushing to her throat in terror as a vaporous entity closed in on her. Blood stained the plush carpet. The horror overcame W'13's sweet victim; she slumped onto the bed.
"Please!" She wailed to the nothing that indented the bed beside her. "Am I losing my mind!?"
Her cry was answered by a familiar snicker. "No, my dear. You are perfectly sane." Her head twisted to locate a source for the low, gravel voice speaking into her ear. "I'm the madman."
She attempted another frantic scream, but lips of imperceptible steel clamped over hers. The buttons of her blouse popped, her breasts harshly molded against her will. "You can't see me therefore you can't stop me." The phantoms hands were everywhere, all over her now. "The experience will be much more pleasurable if you just allow me .."
Her voice strained in desparation, she interrupted. "Pleasure?" Sister Honey was no longer familiar with the meaning of pleasure. While her soul cried out for mercy, her flesh sizzled at the entity's indistinguishable touch. The hot sensation left her seething with anger and shame. Nameless, formless, the intruder's weight heaved upon her; he grunted approvingly.
Desparation elevated to frenzy, she whispered maniacally, "Please, for Godsakes...let me see your face! Let me look into your eyes..."
Her request went unanswered.
end of chapter two