Lily invites Chance up

"Perhaps you should come up, Chance. There appears to be something to see."

Chance stuck her head up into the dark room. "Aren't you going to turn the lights on?"

"No, this is better with the light off. In fact..." Lily reached over and unplugged the nightlight. "This is better still."

"I can't see a fucking thing."

"Odd you should say that. Sit down here."

Chance sat on the hardwood floor. Lily took her hand and she could suddenly see a faint white light in front of her. Five spectral candles provided extremely faint illumination of the scene in shades of pale.

A large circle was drawn on the floor and inscribed with a five-pointed star. The candles sat where the star touched the circle. At four of those points there were metal rings attached to the floor; four shackles attached to the rings each held an arm or leg of the boy chained down spread-eagled. He was kind of skinny, struggling, and looking down his torso at the woman gently stroking his long erect cock.

"These are ghosts?"

"No, this is a place memory. Something very emotional happened here."

"I'll say."

"Yoyuou canan doo thithisis boy-y." The voice was faint and echoing but audible.

The boy gasped as the woman toyed with his manhood. She traced intricate patterns along the length of his shaft with her tongue, then rimmed the tip several times while fondling his balls.

"ReRaedaydy?"

He nodded enthusiastically. She climbed up carefully slid herself onto and down his entire length. She arched her back, thrusting her sizeable breasts forward, and mouthed silent words to the sky. She rode him mercilessly, bouncing on his cock faster and faster. The boy's mouth opened in a silent scream just as the woman's cunny began dripping liquid onto his balls. Then he went limp, with one exception.

The woman crawled over to an ornate box the size of a large boot-box and opened the lid. She pulled the faintly glowing spectral member out of her cunny and both girls looked over to confirm the guy's physical member was still present. Looking back, they saw the woman set the shaft into a neatly-padded space in the box. With the others. The image faded to darkness.

"Fu-uck!"

"Not the word I would choose, but I share your sentiment."

"She is one fucking sick bitch."

"I concur."

"I wonder what happened to that box?"

"I also concur."