Someone To Watch Over Me

Someone To Watch Over Me - Ch. 4 - As Night Divides


Rachel

Rachel was not thrilled about having to leave her sister after the attack that John Rimbauer had inflicted upon her. Truthfully, the was terrified.
If he was able to do that to Annie, with all the power she had, then the rest of them did not stand a chance against him if he tried to assault them. Ellen's chilling message was also scaring her...she said John had been punished...but she also cast a lingering and longing look at Annie...as if she had some plan for her that was yet to be reviled. Against her better judgment she had agreed to bunk with Kathy. She silently made her way to the room she would be sharing with the quiet and sweet automatic writer. She was a good woman Kathy and Rachel respected her...she just wished that she wasn't so afraid of being here without her sister near her...slightly sad to admit but she actually felt safer with her fifteen year old sister near her. Regardless she would have to make due for the night. Rachel undressed in the adjoining bathroom and slipped on her nightgown, climbed into the massive bed on the right-hand side she was using that night and clicked off the light on the nightstand beside her...and prayed for the safety of everyone left in the group and for good dreams. Some hours later still well into the night and by no means morning Rachel awoke from a dream. She had been making love to Steve. She had to come to terms with the fact that she really had a huge crush on Steve Rimbauer. She couldn't stop thinking about him. She slipped out of bed, cautious to not wake Kathy and went back into the bathroom and locked the door. She turned on the shower in the gargantuan shower stall and grabbed her vinyl bathroom grooming bag as she let the water heat up. She quietly removed her vibrator from the bag and set the bag down, and quietly and quickly shed her nightgown. She then opened the door to the massive shower and quickly shut it behind her. Rachel moved toward the hot water allowing it to envelop her skin. She began to touch herself as the water cascaded down her naked body. Each time a droplet of water hit her breast she imagined it was Steve's lips suckling her nipples. She moaned and began to rub the vibrator against her clit. She began to get so wet that she was unable to tell if it was the water or her own juices flowing down her legs. She imagined Steve was entering her as she nudged the vibrator into her vagina. She moaned at the thought of Steve filling her up with his manhood. She imagined how he would feel inside her and imagined him kissing her deeply as he filled her up. She moaned again as she felt her legs begin to spasm and her body wraps itself into a moment of mind numbing pleasure. Steve. He filled her thoughts and heart as her body sang out in release. Perhaps one day she would be able to tell him how she felt, Rachel thought as she removed the vibrator from her cavity. As she pulled the imitation phallus out of her body a huge wave of her womanly juices flowed out from her. One small sigh and moan escaped her lips again as she began to wash herself and clean up. A few minutes later she was once again dry, and clad in her nightgown as she padded on silent feet back to her side of the bed, and once again careful not to disturb Kathy sank back into the bed and into sleep.

Steve and Joyce

Steve wrapped his arms around Dee and tried to get himself under control. He could not shake the feeling of anger and dread he felt. He had always hated this place...after all it ate and killed his relatives since it was constructed. Vic and Pam's deaths were a tragedy but what had happened to sweet, young Annie was unforgivable. He was also consumed with thoughts about his great-grandmas comment about John Rimbauer...how he had been taken care of...he was worried. How could he help protect the others? He wasn't even psychic. He felt Dee unzip his pants and her hands go into his boxers. She wanted to make love, and he was glad for it. Over the last few weeks and days he had began to wonder if he knew her at all...she had been so crazed lately. But as her small warm hand encircled his now fully erect member, he felt as if his Dee was back...not this Rose Red obsessed Dr. Joyce Reirden that he had been trying to grapple these past few days and weeks. Dee pumped her hand up and down Steve's large and thick shaft, using her thumb and index finger to gently trace the outline of his head. She smiled up at him as he lifted his shirt off and then pressed his hands to her exposed breasts. Her nipples were erect and her eyes were alight with passion. She went down on her knees and gently taking his ample shaft in her hand encircled the head of his cock with her warm mouth. Her tongue flicked across the slit of his cock eliciting a moan from Steve as he bucked into her mouth. She gently squeezed his sac as she licked his shaft up one side and down another. When she could sense he was ready to enter her tight moist core she leaned in against the bed rail and suggestively stuck her ass out for him, showing him how wet she was for him, as her exposed pussy was leaking juices for him. Steve could see and smell her arousal and it heightened his own, with a quick motion he was next to her, and the next he was angling his member at the chamber of her entrance. She was as wet as he slid into her, that it seemed like she was made of butter. As he set himself at a generous but steady pace and wrapped his arms around to play with her tits he could not recall a time when she had ever been this wet for him. He kissed her neck as he pounded into her from behind; she moaned with delight and reached her arms back to squeeze his ass. Steve gently turned her toward him, never pulling out as he turned her around so he could face her...but as he did...a disturbing image indeed...for a brief moment it wasn't Dee...it was Dianna Petrie. Steve pulled out and away in fright and disgust...but as he looked back at the apparition it had faded...Dee was there on the bed legs spread out before him, her cum dripping down her pussy and legs her breath still labored and heavy, her eyes glazed over from the orgasm and still moaning with ecstasy. She seemed unaware of what had occurred...Steve stared down to realize he was still fully aroused and needed to cum, so he went back to Dee, whispered in her ear a request to which she surprisingly obliged. Joyce normally would not have allowed this but she was so hot right now...she knew it wasn't from Steve, he never got her off like this...it was from the house. She would never admit it but while she felt horrible deep down for what had happened to Annie, Pam, and Vic, she was unable to ignore that she wanted and desired Ellen Rimbauer. She was able to feel her whispering to her through the house. How she longed to kiss those full lips and feel those arms around her. She had long fanaticized about Ellen fucking her tight hole with the old wooden strap-on she had described so often using with Zuckina in her diary entries. So as Steve had been fucking her she had been fanaticizing about Ellen...and when he asked if he could have anal sex with her, for once she was so hot and so wet that she'd agreed. As Steve used her pussy juice to lube himself and her ass she decided he was taking too long to enter her so she bucked toward him a bit to try and get him into gear. He responded quickly. Steve positioned the tip of his cock at the entrance to Dee's ass and gently but firmly probed his way in. There was such sublime tightness, warmth, sweetness, so hot, so slick, so fucking tight; this was a rare treat that Dee had never granted him before. He was too preoccupied with the sensations to ask himself why tonight. It really didn't matter because as he continued to probe further into Dee's ass and as his ears continued to be filled with her moans and his own, he realized it wasn't Dee he was thinking of...it was Rachel Wheaton. Rachel, oh god yes, Rachel. Steve began to pump harder and deeper, and as he thought of Rachel's frame, her beauty, her sweetness, her eyes, her voice, how it would feel to make love to such beautiful and sincere woman he exploded inside of Dee. He withdrew slowly allowing himself the time he needed to come down a bit, and allowing Dee to regulate her breathing. As he finished pulling himself out of Dee's ass a huge flood of his cum and her cum came flowing out from Dees ass, it sent a spasm through Dee as it dripped and flowed down her legs and inner thighs, and caused another full and mind-blowing orgasm for Dee as she moaned in delight and spewed forth more cum from her pussy. Steve helped Dee up from the bed and they walked hand in hand to the shower and got cleaned up. Normally though such a round of intimacy would have ended with a deep kiss and cuddling in bed...but something had changed inside them both, and knew it...that this had been the last time. Joyce knew that tomorrow night she would be bunking with Kathy and Rachel and Steve would be bunking with Emery. Steve knew that tomorrow he would be with Rachel (if she felt the same when he spoke with her about his feelings) and then Dee would be sharing a room with Kathy. It was these thoughts that filled both their minds as they each drifted into sleep on their respective sides of the bed.


Emery

Alone. He was always the one left by himself. In truth he had been such a jerk to everyone in the house that he couldn't blame them for hating him. Emery thought of Pam. She had been so beautiful. He would have liked the chance to have gotten to know her better. He could admit to himself that he had fantasized about her since he first met her. She was so beautiful. An abundance of flowing golden hair, a slender tall frame, a generous bust, and long gracious legs, she had been a beauty. He closed his eyes and imagined she was there with him...that she was alive and wanted to be with him. He clicked off the light to the room and settled into bed. He pulled the covers over himself and gently pulled out his cock from his pajama bottoms. He ran his hand up and down his dick as he thought about what it would have been like to have made love to Pam. He could just imagine her creamy peaches and cream skin, and that she would have been a natural blonde. He imagined kissing her inner thighs as he slowly worked his way up to her pussy and ate her out. He could just imagine tasting her...how sweet she would have tasted. His cock got even harder at the thought and began to twitch in his hand. He laid himself back onto the bed, barley touching himself as he imagined her sinking down on his cock. He could practically feel her bucking against him as she rode his dick. He could see her size B cup tits jiggling to and fro as she fucked him. He put his hands on her hips to help get himself even deeper inside her. She arched her head back and moaned as he began to buck against her as she rode him. She pulled off of him and went over to the side of the bed, sticking her ass and pussy out for him to continue fucking. Emery got up and walked over to her. He took his cock and shoved all seven inches of it into her tight hole. Pam bucked against him as he pounded into her from behind with all his might. She screamed his name as she came all over his cock. The rush of her cum hitting his cock from inside her was more than he could take as it triggered his own release Emery's cum flowed like a waterfall into Pam's tight pussy. Emery's breathing slowed and he looked down, expecting to see his hand covered in his cum...but instead he saw Pam there on the edge of his bed, his cum and her cum oozing out from her pussy. She turned her head around to look at him and that is when he realized she looked like Dianna Petri had when she had appeared to him. She was dead...Emery had known this and yet...she was there in front of him. She stood up now...moving toward him arms outstretched...Emery quickly collected his wits and put his hand out in front of him. "Not there, Not there, Not There!" he shouted. Pam's figure laughed a low cruel laugh and disappeared. Emery righted his nightclothes, washed himself up, and wrapped a robe and blanket around himself curling himself up on the chair and did not move again or sleep again that night.

Nick and Annie

Annie was wrapped in Nick's arms. The water cascaded around them and she held onto Nick for dear life. Nick carefully washed Annie's hair with one hand while he held tightly to her waist (pinning her to him) with the other. Annie leaned her head back into Nick's chest as he rinsed out the soap from her hair. Nick gently leaned in and kissed her cheek as he finished rinsing her hair. Nick put the shower nozzle back up in it's proper place and gently turned his love around to face him. She was bruised in multiple places. She had a large bruise on her left shoulder blade where Rimbauer had slammed her against the hard oak desk. Another immense bruise along with a large cut (practically a gouge) at the lower intersection of rib and hip was present on her right side (presumably from when she had been shoved forcefully onto the massive desk). Her legs and inner thighs were bruised in multiple places. Her abdomen was dark and spotted with male finger sized bruises dotted along it from where Rimbauer had held her so tightly while violating her. Her breasts had a couple of tender spots from where Rimbauer had suckled them hard and long and her wrists were covered with rope burns from the rope he had used to tie her hands together and latch to the massive desktop sized paperweight on his desk. Nick catalogued all his love's injuries whiled wrapped in quiet seething anger. Nick had never known fury like he felt tonight not in all his life. He loved Annie with every fiber of his being, and to see her in such a state incensed him to a point of rage he could barely contain. Annie stood in his arms and quietly looked up at his face. He was lost in his thoughts right now. She could read them...he was seething with anger and rage. Annie was able to understand the feeling because she herself was feeling it too. But she knew nothing could be solved by this anger. She reached up and gently touched Nick's face effectively drawing him out of his dark reverie. He looked down at her young, beautiful face and smiled. Annie smiled back up at him, asking him to kiss her without using her mind or her mouth. Nick leaned down and captured her lips with his. The kiss quickly intensified and he wrapped his arms more tightly around Annie's frame, pressing her sweet young body against his. He felt her small hand encircle his hardening member, and felt her kiss get even deeper. Ever mindful of her injuries he lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he held her up against the shower walls. The kiss broke and Nick asked her if she really wanted to do this after what had happened that evening. She spoke loudly and clearly. "Yes." She told him with her mind how much she needed to feel him inside her. She felt so dirty, so horribly, horribly filthy. Nick tried to tell her she was beautiful and what had happened was not her fault. As he held her up against the shower wall and looked deeply into her beautiful brown eyes, he could see huge crocodile tears cascading down her cheeks. Her lips quivered, and Nick kissed her tears away from her face using his mind to tell her that he loved her, that it was not her fault, that she was not to blame, that he still felt that she was beautiful and clean. He captured her quivering lips with his as his mind told her that he loved her. Mindful of her injuries and her likely swollenness he asked her once again if she really wanted him inside her right now...and in response Annie sank down onto his erected shaft. A soft moan escaped her lips as Nick began to gently and slowly pump inside of the beauteous girl that was his love. She needed him right now, she wanted him, and she didn't blame him for not being able to stop Rimbauer. That was all Nick needed to know. He continued to thrust slowly and gently and Annie hung onto him, arms around his neck, and began to buck against him as she grew closer to climaxing. She slammed his mind with the words, faster, harder, and deeper. Finally relenting Nick began to bodily move Annie up and down in quick rhythmic motions up and down his shaft. His body was so slick and he was deathly close to cumming and then Annie very much aware of this and very near cumming herself, leaned in and kissed him in abandon. A deep and probing kiss that plunged them both into a simultaneous and body racking orgasm. They came together and as they came down Nick carefully and gently pulled out and lowered Annie until her feet met the floor of the shower. The hot water continued to cascade down around them. Nick and Annie washed each other's bodies off and got out of the shower. They got dressed and hand in hand returned to the bed room. Just as they had climbed into bed...


Everybody

The hammering started again. Loud and close. Kathy and Rachel sat up in bed, they could hear it as if it was just outside their door. Steve and Joyce hand in hand walked out to the hallway with their flashlights trying to see where it was coming from. Emery slowly walked toward the bedroom door as the hammering grew louder. Nick bodily picked Annie up and held her to him as they went into the hallway with a lantern to investigate the noise. Nick held Annie tightly against him, for fear that the house or Rimbauer would again try to take her from him. Annie clung to Nick and sent a psychic shield of power that enveloped her and Nick. Everyone intersected in the hallway. Joyce let go of Steve as she turned and saw a glowing apparition coming down the perspective hallway. Kathy moved toward Emery, Steve took hold of Rachel's hand and Nick continued to hold onto Annie. Steve tried to caution Joyce but she would not listen. Annie and Nick were able to send out a psychic net of protection to those gathered nearest to them. The other six huddled close together as the hammering continued and instantly a wall appeared on both sides of them. They were all in a room together now, and as they all rushed to get to the hallway they found themselves back downstairs in the billiard room. Joyce had disappeared from sight...

TBC... ; )