Annie Armstrong and the Haunted Beach, Pt. 2

After asking around town for a bit, I learn the address of the home of the old sea captain. It's been abandoned for years, sitting on top of the headland overlooking the beach. It seems like a logical place to start my investigation, and I decide to head on up there.

I'm walking along the path to the house, nearing the top of the hill, when I notice a woman standing by the side of the road. She's tall and willowy, with long, flowing blonde hair.

"Hello," she says, as I approach.

"Hello," I say. "Are you lost?"

"I was looking for that house," she says. "The old sea captain's house."

"What a coincidence. So am I. Maybe we can go together."

The woman smiles, and we continue up the hill together. We reach the top, and the old captain's house is just a few yards ahead. It's a run-down, abandoned building, with shutters over the windows and ivy growing over the walls.

"Do you want to go in?" I ask.

"After you," she says, with a smile.

I enter the building, and find myself in a narrow hallway. Behind me is the front door, ahead of me a staircase leading up. The blonde woman follows behind me.

"This way," I say.

I go to the left, entering a room with a table and a bunch of old furniture. There's a book lying on the table. I pick it up and flip through it, hoping for a diary that holds the captain's secrets. Instead, I'm amused to find it's full of pictures of naked women. Apparently, the old captain was a pervert.

I turn the pages, studying the pictures carefully. One picture shows two naked women, lying side by side and looking at the camera. One woman has long, curly hair and pouting lips. The other has short, straight hair and a mischievous grin. They're both slightly embarrassed to have their picture taken, but the woman with the straight hair is obviously the dominant one.

"What a coincidence," the blonde woman says behind me. "I was looking for some naked women."

"You knew this would be here?"

"I expected something like it. Turn the page."

I turn the page, and find another picture of the two women. In this one, the curly-haired woman is lying across the straight-haired woman's lap with her bottom in the air. It takes me a moment to realise she's being spanked. In the next picture, she's kneeling with her hands on her head while the other woman tickles her.

"It's a book of dirty, filthy pictures!" the woman says, acting scandalised. "Turn the page!"

I turn the page, and find another picture. This one shows the curly-haired woman tied up in elaborate knots. The straight-haired woman is standing by, watching her struggle. In the next picture, the curly-haired woman is on her back, blindfolded while the other woman tortures her with hot wax. There's something familiar about their faces, but I can't quite place it.

"This is one of my favourite pictures," the blonde woman says, selecting a different picture. This one is set outdoors, by the side of what appears to be a public street. The curly-haired woman is on all fours, wearing only a pair of knee socks and a pair of black high heels. Her mouth is gagged, and she's desperately trying to crawl away. The straight-haired woman is kneeling in the grass behind her, gripping her ankle and spanking her with a hairbrush. A crowd of people watch from the sidewalk, but do nothing to intervene.

I recognise both women now. The resemble isn't exact, but I can't mistake it. The short-haired woman looks a bit like the blonde. And the curly-haired woman looks a bit like me.

"Turn the page," the blonde woman says.

On the next page, a different picture appears. This one shows the short-haired woman in a white robe, standing in front of an altar with a large pentagram on it. Tied down on the altar is the curly-haired woman, who looks terrified. The short-haired woman is wearing a crown of thorns and holding a long black feather, wearing a devilish expression.

I turn to the next page, but the pictures end there. The rest of the book is filled with nothing but blank pages. I turn around, and find that the blonde woman is gone. I look around, but there's no sign of her.

I'm now beginning to feel seriously creeped out.

And that gets worse when I look down, and realise I'm not wearing any pants.

My pants have inexplicably vanished. I'm wearing nothing but bright yellow panties and a white T-shirt with a band logo on it. I don't know where they could have gone. And I'm suddenly feeling very ****.

I can't see the blonde woman anywhere. But now that I've had a moment to think, I have a bad feeling about her. Could she have something to do with my pants disappearing? Could she possibly be... the ghost?

The only thing to do is to investigate. I can't just sit here and let this happen. Perhaps there's something in the book that can help me.

I open the book again, and gasp. The pictures have all changed. This time, they're obviously of me. And they all show me naked!

I see myself stepping out of a pool of water. I see myself running through a hallway, towards what looks like a classroom. I see myself lying on a bed as I read a book. I see myself from the front as I look at my reflection in a bathroom mirror. I see myself standing in a room with four doorways, as I look around cautiously. I see myself from behind as I pull down my panties. And in every single picture, I'm naked. Nude. Completely exposed.

I put the book down. I have to get out of this house as quickly as possible. If the blonde woman is the ghost... I shudder to think of what she might do to me. I have to find something, some kind of clue as to where my pants could be. After all, I can't walk back to my hotel without them. It would be totally humiliating.

But there's nothing in the book. There's no note. There's no riddle. There's no inscription. There's nothing. And that's when I notice the painting on the wall.

It's me.

I gasp in amazement. That is the most incredible painting I've ever seen! It's a portrait of me, only better. The artist has captured my essence. They've painted me as the most beautiful woman who's ever lived. Dark eyes. Dark hair. A seductress's mouth. A fierce, proud gaze. A slender, athletic body. I'd want to hang it on my wall, if only I wasn't completely naked in it.

I walk towards the painting. I put my hands on it, running my fingers across the paint. It's incredibly detailed. I can almost feel the energy that went into creating this masterpiece. I press my hands against the frame. I hear a click, and the picture swings open like a door, revealing a passage into the next room.

I step forward, walking into the next room. I find myself in what looks like the reception hall of a fantastic palace. There's a grand staircase, and a chandelier studded with gently-flickering candles. How could this possibly fit into the abandoned structure I saw from the outside? The ceiling is painted with stars, as if you're standing in the middle of the universe. The walls are covered with paintings, all depicting various scenes from throughout history. There's a museum quality to each and every one.

As I look closer at the paintings, I realise a common theme. They all depict beautiful women in states of undress, caught in embarrassing scenarios.

One shows a medieval damsel, naked except for the jewelled crowd on her head. She kneels in a forest grove, a leash tied tightly around her neck. A huntsman in green stands behind her, his hand on her bare shoulder as he forces her to stay in position. Another shows a woman in a tight-laced corset and nothing else, her face red with embarrassment as she sits half-naked on the back of a horse, riding through the city streets. A third depicts a lady pirate, her outfit not much more than a few scraps of cloth around her waist, her hair tied into a ponytail, standing on the deck of a ship surrounded by her grinning enemies.

They all look exactly like me.

The woman in blonde clears her throat, and I almost jump out of my panties. She's standing right behind me. I spin around, finding her looking at the paintings.

"Do you like them?" she asks. Her voice is like silk. "I painted them myself. I find the concept fascinating." She turns, smiling at me."I'm Cecilia."

"Are... are you a ghost?"

"Why, yes. How kind of you to notice."

"Can you... can you tell me what these paintings are all about?"

"Of course." She points to a painting, which shows a knight grabbing a nun by the hair and forcing her to stand naked before a crowd of people. "That one is called Repent, Lady, For I Upend Your Casket!"

"What does it mean?"

"It means that when a woman gets too powerful, she has to be reminded of her place." Cecilia points to another painting, which shows a princess locked in a castle cell, naked except for a crown of thorns and a golden halo. "That one is called The Glory Of The Church! Under Her Halo You May Feel The Heat!"

"Why... why do they all look like me?"

"Oh, they don't look like you. They look like the succubus. That dirty, wicked succubus, who loved me and embarrassed me and left me when I got boring."

"Oh."

"She does look a little bit like you, though."

"That's interesting."

"She's a naughty little devil. When I catch her I'm going to punish her until she's very, very sorry."

"I don't think she'll ever be sorry."

"No. No, I suppose she won't." Cecilia frowns, looking pained. "But she'll suffer. That's why she's here. To suffer."

"To suffer for your love?"

"She didn't love me. She was a jealous little monster, as all her kind are. I pity her. But that's not going to stop me from making her squirm and wriggle like I did. Forever and ever."

"Well, anyway..."

"Sometimes she sends girls to me. To suffer in her place."

"Girls? Like... me?"

Cecilia looks thoughtful. "Now that you mention it, I suppose you do look just like her. Different hair. But otherwise very similar. You must be one of her little gifts."

"I'm not a gift! I'm a person!"

"What a pretty little gift. Come here and give your new owner a kiss."

I dodge her grasping hands and take a step back.

"Is... is that what you want?" I ask nervously.

"Yes." She smiles, licking her lips. "That's what I want. Take off your clothes."

I turn and run, sprinting through the portrait door out of the weird palace room and back into the abandoned house. Cecilia is hot on my heels, chasing me through the corridors, which twist and turn in unpredictable ways. I'm looking for the way out, but somehow I can't find it. I desperately try every door I see, but they're all locked.

"Annie! You can't run from me!" she laughs. "You're going to give me what I want! I've always wanted to play with a pretty girl just like you! If you're a good girl, I'll let you go. If you're a naughty girl, I'll keep you... forever!"

Her hand reaches out, and I feel her snag the back of my T-shirt. It tears right off my body like wet paper, leaving me running through the corridors in nothing but my yellow underwear. I can feel her hot breath on the back of my neck.

"Stay still, or I'll keep you here forever!" she hisses.

I have no idea where the hell I am in the house is now. I have no idea which way I'm going. All I know is Cecilia is faster than me, and I'm getting tired.

I see a door that looks a little different from the rest. I try the handle and it opens. I don't know where this leads, and I don't care. I'm trying to find a way out of this house - to go anywhere, as long as it isn't here.

I throw myself through the door, and stumble out into the daylight. I feel Cecilia's hands grab for me as I cross the threshold, but I'm already on my feet and sprinting for the woods. All she manages to do is snag my bra, which pops off my body, baring my small dark-nippled breasts.

As I run through the trees, I hear Cecilia's enraged howl of frustration, and I run even faster. I'm so panicked that I don't look where I'm going, and I have to come to a screeching halt when all of a sudden a cliff yawns at my feet. I'm looking down at the clear waters of a tropical lagoon, far below me, next to the crowded beach.

I glance left and right, clutching my hands to my bare breasts. There's no other way to go. Slowly, I turn around. There's Cecilia, grinning. She takes a step towards me, licking her lips.

"No...!" I say, backing up against the cliff.

"Come on, Annie. Don't be afraid. It'll be fun." Her smile is terrifying. "I want to play with you."

The water below us reflects the bright blue sky, perfect and flawless. Cecilia's eyes glow purple. "I want to play with your pretty little body. You're such a pretty little gift. I've had so many over the years, but you're the only one who looks so much like she did. I want to see you suffer, Annie."

She takes another step forward, and I take one back. I can feel the edge of the cliff at my heels.

"The things I want to do to you," she whispers. "The things I want to make you feel... I'm going to enjoy watching you squirm. You're going to beg me to stop. You're going to plead with me to stop, but I'm going to make you do things… do you know what a dirty little girl you are, Annie? I'm going to make you want it... and you're going to love every second of it."

Her hand flashes out, and suddenly she's twirling my yellow panties around her forefinger. She giggles as I blush, covering my body with my hands, feeling the sunshine on my shoulders and the sea breeze against my bare buttocks.

"Naked and afraid, are we?" she says. "It looks like you dropped these here… well, no matter. I'm going to take them away from you. I'm going to make you mine, Annie. Do you understand?"

"Cecilia, please," I say breathlessly.

She lets the panties flutter to the ground. "Naked little Annie, all sweet and bare. I love it. Naked little things are such easy prey. They're soft and ****, and so much fun. Easy to control, too. I'll make you a good girl. A very, very good girl. Just don't try to run away."

She smiles, her eyes dancing up and down my body. I'm still clutching myself, feeling exposed, nothing but my hands to conceal my secret parts from her penetrating gaze. I can't step back any further. There's only one way to escape, and I'm too afraid to take it.

"Now, come over here and bend over this rock. I want to have a look at that lovely round bottom of yours."

I have a decision to make. Do I submit, and let Cecilia have her wicked way with me? Or do I take my chances, and jump naked into the lagoon?