Vacation rental

The charming seaside mansion is conveniently located in the heart of a very nice pine forest, just steps from the beach, ten minutes drive from the city center. This mansion features a magnificent pool, three bedrooms, three full baths, an outdoor shower and free wifi.

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Ashley tumbles down the dark corridor. Her goal, the kitchen, the tap to be more precise. She is parched. She had too much to drink and she needs to hydrate. Her body is screaming for it.

A faint moan makes her jump. It comes from the room occupied by Lucy. The door is slightly ajar. She stops for a second and her smile widens. Her childhood friend is having a good time. She tries to sneak a peek but the darkness is too thick.

Biting her lip, a little bit horny and still abusively drunk, she resumes her quest for the Great Glass of Water of Infinite Refreshment.

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Ashley wakes up to the birds. She grabs the large complementary fluffy bathrobe and steps out on the small balcony overlooking the large pool. In the distance, the waves break against the rocky shore.

Abbie is tanning by the pool, naked. The two friends wave at each other. The hard summer sun not being too nice with her hangover, Ashley walks back into the mansion they have rented for the week.

The door to Lucy’s room is now closed. Ashley walks into the kitchen. Time for breakfast!

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“Maybe we should wake her up.”

Still naked, Abbie stuffs her mouth with a third pancake.

“Let her sleep, she drank at least three times what you did and if we want to go out again tonight, she needs her rest.”

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“Where did ja put da keys?”

“Fuck if I know, Abbie had them…”

“Me? No…”

The girl looks into her handbag.

“Oh wait… here they are…”

The three girls pour into the entrance of the mansion, massively drunk.

“Somebody wants one last drink?” Ashley asks walking to the bar where she found a bottle of Martini during her afternoon exploration.

But nobody answers, both her friends are now crawling up the stairs to reach their respective beds. She shrugs, grabs a glass and pours herself a good glassful of the Italian liquor.

She steps out into the garden looking at the stars. The summer breeze feels absolutely divine. She walks to a deckchair just below Abbie’s room. She looks up, the window is open. Falling from the dark room, the murmur of a conversation reaches her ears. Abbie’s voice and another voice, a warm woman’s voice, a voice Ashley does not recognise.

Her mother on the phone, maybe.

But something feels off. The tone of the conversation, languid almost lewd…

The voices eventually die soon replaced by Abbie’s moans. Subtle at first, her friend’s groaning slowly rises in intensity.

Fuck! Her friends are going at it seriously.

Ill at ease and partially embarrassed, Ashley shivers and steps back into the house. As she walks to the kitchen to leave her glass in the washing machine she stops in front of the door to the cellar. It is open. It was closed this afternoon when she explored the house and she seems to remember now that it was open last night when she went for the glass of water.

She pushes it. An old staircase dives into thick darkness.

“Is someone there?” She asks.

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Once again, she wakes up to the cries of the seagulls. She stirs. She feels exhausted and at the same time so rested. Her night is a black hole of blissful rest. For a long time, she stays there looking at the ceiling. She tries to remember how she got in her bed but her memories are a confusing blur after she found the cellar door. Somehow, it does not bother her.

She finally gets up and walks down to the kitchen. The door to the garden is open. Ashley grabs a cup of coffee from the counter.

Lucy is lounging in the sun; Abbie must be still asleep. Oddly Lucy seems paler than yesterday. She turns around when she hears Ashley step out.

“Hey, sleepy head!”

“Sleepy head yourself…”

She takes the mug to her lips but the smell repulses her. She leaves it on a table.

“Yeah, the coffee must have gone bad or something, I wasn’t able to take a sip,” Lucy says after witnessing her little dance, “fuck, the sun is killing me, let’s get back inside.”

As Lucy bends over to grab her stuff, Ashley spots a pair of nasty wounds at the base of her friend’s ass. She shrugs making nothing of it.

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The afternoon goes slowly and the three girls remain indoors watching reruns of old shows on TV. None of them wants to get back out in the sun. The afternoon at the beach is postponed indefinitely.

“How’s your mother doing?” Ashley asks Abbie at some point.

“My mother? Fine, I guess…”

“Didn’t you speak to her last night?”

“Last night? Last night I was with you most of the evening and then I went to sleep… I did not speak to anyone but you guys… and that cute waiter at the bar.”

Once again, making nothing of it, Ashley shrugs.

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As the night falls, she leaves her friends to take a shower. The warm water on her shoulders partially breaks the pleasant fog that has been clouding her mind most of the afternoon.

Stepping in front of the mirror, she notices, on the side of her neck, a pair of scabs oddly similar to Lucy’s. She runs a couple of fingers over them and is instantly submerged by a powerful orgasm.

“Oh, my fucking god!” She spits as her mind succumbs to the intense wave of pleasure.

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“What took you so long?” Lucy asks from the bottom of the stairs.

Not knowing what to answer, Ashley walks past her friend and into the living room. Sitting by Abbie, a magnificent woman greets her with a toothy smile.

“Good evening, you are Ashley, right? I am Amanda.”

Amanda? Ashley stops for a second, still quite confused by the unexplainable **** on her nether parts…

Right! The owner of the house, she exchanged messages on the platform with her for the booking of the house.

The woman extends a hand, Ashley shakes it. Amanda’s skin is very cold but the contact, somehow, prompts a very pleasant strain in Ashley’s still wet groin. She parts her lips letting out a whimper. Realizing what just happened, she blushes. Amanda smiles slightly while pretending not to have noticed anything.

“I was offering your delicious friends here to give you a tour of all the cool places of my hometown… it’s a little something I like to do with my tenants,” she pauses, “Unless you have other plans of course…”

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Once again, the three friends get back home drunk as skunks. The evening went marvelously. Amanda took them for a ride in her vintage convertible. She drove them to a series of exclusive bars and nightclubs paying rounds after rounds of the best wines and liquors the places had to offer. Ashley could not shake the feeling that she should have been embarrassed but, once again, somehow, Amanda’s seductive personality prevented it.

Tonight, Ashley is the first to go to bed, leaving her two friends with the owner of the mansion in the living room to continue the party. She would love to stay but she is far too exhausted and Amanda’s presence makes her uncomfortable.

Ashley is unable to explain this feeling but every time the woman looks at her she feels both excited and embarrassed.

She drops her clothes on the floor by the bed. Looking down, she realizes that her slit is glistening with pleasure juices. She runs a finger over it. If Abbie and Lucy masturbated the two previous nights, there is no reason she should not.

But as soon as her head hits the pillow, she falls asleep.

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All of a sudden, she wakes up. The sun has not risen yet. She reaches for the switch of her bedside lamp when she spots a pair of glowing eyes looking at her from the door to her room. Her hand freezes midair unable to push further.

Is this a dream? She wonders.

As her eyes start to get accustomed to the twilight, she recognizes Amanda’s figure.

“Ashley…” the creature says as she steps into the room. “I was so disappointed when you decided to go to bed…”

Amanda sits by her side on the bed.

“But it matters not…”

The woman pulls on the sheets revealing Ashley’s naked body.

“This way you’ll get my complete attention.” She says bending over and forcing her lips on Ashley’s.

A weird coppery taste fills the girl’s mouth. She closes her eyes. Letting the sneaky tongue penetrate her. Amanda’s hand starts crawling down her belly towards her drenched flower.

The girl’s hands find their way into the woman’s mane. She pulls her in violently when the pair of fingers dives into her unceremoniously. The woman, clenching hard, pulls on her cavern, pressing hard on the proverbially unfindable sensitive point. A deep moan is muffled by the kiss. Ashley’s eyes roll in their sockets as a rivulet of fluids start trailing down between her ass cheeks.

Amanda withdraws from Ashley’s trembling lips.

“And now, without further ado…”

Ashley’s face is pushed against the pillow, Amanda’s lips find their way on the pair of scabs. An explosion of pleasure drags Ashley into the void.

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The next day, Ashley wakes up late in the afternoon. The mansion is awfully silent. A terrible feeling of dread hits her as soon as she opens her eyes.

Her mind is assaulted by an obsessive string of questions. What was Amanda doing in her room? Was all that just a dream? A repressed fantasy taking flesh under the effects of an excessively alcoholic evening? But if it was why are her lips, her neck and her pussy so sore? And if it wasn’t what was that last kiss? What the fuck is wrong with her? With Amanda? With this house? With her friends?

She jumps.

Her friends!

Still naked, she rushes into the hallway.

Both rooms are empty. She starts to panic.

All the metallic shutters of the house have been closed shut. The thick darkness of the living room at the bottom of the staircase reminds her of the darkness of the cellar. She shivers violently.

Still naked, she rushes down the stairs.

A whimper to her left.

“Lucy? Abbie?” She begs.

Groping around, Ashley finally finds the light switch. The living room is a mess. Glasses everywhere, empty glasses, full glasses, tipped over glasses, broken glasses. The cushions are all over the floor, a chair is flipped over, the fancy tablecloth has pulled to the ground with everything on it. And the dark red stains … blood? All over the floor, the couches, the walls...

Abbie does not look good either. She is naked. Her skin, sickly white, is covered in, now far too familiar, twin scabs and dried blood.

She stares at her friend wild eyed. Her clothes, ripped to pieces, lay at her feet.

“Where is Lucy?”

“Lucy…” Abbie answers, “I don’t know…”

“Abbie… we have to get the hell out of here, we have to find her and get the fuck out…”

“What? … Why?”

Ashley stops.

“I don’t know, look around you, what the fuck did you girls do last night? There’s something very fucked up about this place, we have to find Lucy and leave…”

“Looking for me?”

Ashley nearly trips as she turns around following the point of origin of Lucy’s voice.

The girl stands at the edge of the living room light with the door to the cellar wide open in her back. Lucy is looking fine, Ashley sighs in relief. A strange light in her eyes bothers Ashley for a moment.

But when Lucy talks again everything falls back into place. All of Ashley’s worries seem to vanish. The feeling of dread that has been bugging her? Gone. The growing terror, the lingering panic? All gone. Puff as if it was never there.

“I heard you girls say we should leave early. I agree with you, but first…”

She steps into the living room. She is better than fine, she is… magnificent, glorious. She approaches Abbie, gently grabs her chin, petting her cheek. Her eyes have not left Ashley’s. She kneels.

“First we have to finish what Amanda started…” she says curling up her lips and revealing a pair of oversized fangs.

Lucy raises her head and swiftly sinks her sharp teeth into her prey’s neck.

Ashley is frozen, Abbie is melting of pleasure and Lucy, now a monster, is draining her with disturbingly loud slurping noises.

An arm wraps around Ashley’s naked belly, a cold strong arm.

“Isn’t she beautiful?”

The hand slowly slides over her trimmed bush.

“… Yes…”

A cold finger slips over her clit.

“Don’t you want to be beautiful as well?”

It dives between her surprisingly wet labia.

“… Yes…”

The mouth whispering to her ear moves down over her neck.

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The next evening, the girls’ car drives out the property, it follows the small road towards the interstate. Onboard, three friends ready to spread the love in their hometown.

Amanda checks her house page on the app. She smiles at the wonderful review the girls just left her before starting to scroll down the profiles of the people who would be interested in renting her house.