Creepy!

(by Spiral)

“Is this the right place?” Hitomi asked herself. Staring through her windshield, she studied the massive structure. Wide gables adorned two towers that climbed toward the clouds. A drawbridge like door dominated half the space between them. And what windows she could see were either narrow slots a foot tall or caked with filth. It looked like it was straight out of some gothic horror movie.

“I know this is supposed to be a horror parody,” The O-cup model shivered. “But did they have to pick such a frightening place?”

Tempted to start her car and leave, she pursed her lips in worry. As often as not, her hands slipped up to her overdeveloped bust. Her left began to gently press and squeeze the pliant flesh. All the while her right tweaked her stiffening nipple. Something about the threatening appearance of the place sent little tingles through, calling her busy hands to keep up their gentle play.

Before she could either make up her mind or let herself be pulled too far into the fun of her overly large breasts, a hereto unseen normal sized door opened in the left side of the drawbridge one. A skinny man with his dark hair cut so close to his head that it was almost a buzz cut waved at her cheerily. She waved back and slowly climbed from her car. The sounds of her heels click-clacking echoed hollowly. She had to stifle a shiver. The place really spooked her.

“Ah, Hitomi, I’m so honored that you chose my movie to be your last before retiring!” The smiling man called out as she got near.

Feeling oddly shy, she gave him a demure smile. “Chun, it was the most interesting script of the lot sent me. I was too curious to turn it down.”

He gave her a quick bow. “I’m so pleased to hear you say that,” he waved to the open door behind him. “Please come this way.”

She followed the man, taking in the lavish but dated decor of the building. And here the old gothic look continued. Dusty, aged furniture filled the sitting room to the left, a massive winding staircase climbed up to the second and third floor on the right. The lights were low, casting more shadows than they dispelled. After her quick look around, she swallowed the nervous lump in her throat.

“Chun, where are the other actors?”

The man shifted bashfully. “They will be here later.” He gave her a broad smile. “Since your parts are all mostly solo, I thought that we could get most of them knocked out today, so you wouldn’t have to have a dragged out production for your last piece.”

If she hadn’t worked with Chun many times before, she might have been worried about that. Might have suspected the man was up to something. But she knew he wasn’t. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up at that thought. She glanced over her shoulder. The house on the other hand. It felt very much like it wanted to do something to her. She told herself it was nonsense and gave back Chun’s smile with one of her own.

The slim man clapped his hands. “This place was a marvel to find. Here we won’t have to deal with camera crews, the house is filled with so many cameras hidden about that we can record everything from over a dozen different vantage points.” He placed his hand on her shoulder, “So, do you want to get started.”

Hitomi scanned the room again and tried to tell herself that the uneasy feeling she was getting was just her subconscious picking up on all the hidden cameras. It didn’t work. But she is nothing, if not professional. Giving a quick nod, she said, “What do you need me to do?”

Chun opened his mouth to launch into directing mode when a sudden bang sounded behind them. Both jumped in surprise, Hitomi’s massive bust wobbling deliciously. A strange figure stood by a door leading out of the room to the left. Though the lights were on him, he appeared hazy, indistinct, almost as if he wasn't solid.

“Wh, who are you?” Chun demanded weakly.

The figure tilted his head to the side like a dog listening to an odd sound. Hitomi felt her fear grow heavier. The hazy man seemed to turn his attention toward her. Though she couldn’t see his eyes, not clearly, she could feel them studying her. He took a step toward her.

Chun pulled out his phone and with a shaky voice said, “You need to leave before I call the police.”

The figure tilted his head in that odd way again. He looked down at the lamp on a table beside Chun and made a slashing gesture with his arm. Suddenly, the heavy lamp sailed up and smashed into the side of Chun’s head. With a weak groan, the man fell unconscious to the floor.

Hitomi screamed and tried to run for the exit. As if a film in fast forwards, the figure moved across the room and stood in her path. She tried to back pedal, but the man grabbed her arm. Icy cold shot through her body from the man’s strong grip. As she tried to jerk free she gasped in shock. The man was slowly coming into focus. Tall, with wide, powerful shoulders, he easily held the short, busty actress in place. His face would have been handsome if not for the dark, cruel light in his eyes.

“Let me go!”

The man gave a soft chuckle. “Why should I? You are the most alluring woman I’ve seen in years.” The cruel light darkened his eyes further and he grinned. “And never have I seen such a pair of teats on someone so slim. I must have some fun with them.”