Ashbourne Residence

Ashbourne Residence

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Brooke's first Halloween party turns into a real fright when her new "friends" dare her to go into the haunted Ashbourne residence alone... Warning: RAPE

Summary

Brooke's first Halloween party turns into a real fright when her new "friends" dare her to go into the haunted Ashbourne residence alone... Warning: RAPE

Chapter1 (v.1) - Ashbourne Residence

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Brooke's first Halloween party turns into a real fright when her new "friends" dare her to go into the haunted Ashbourne residence alone... Warning: RAPE

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: December 07, 2013

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: December 07, 2013

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Brooke gazed into the floor length mirror in her bedroom admiring her costume this year. She had never attempted to look sexy on Halloween but tonight was special – she wanted to impress Dan and his friends. She took a bow in front of the mirror examining her cleavage from different angles and making poses. “Why of course I’ll be your girlfriend, Dan.” She whispered to herself in the most seductive voice she could.

Dan was nearly 22 years old and had connections through the whole town. She desperately wanted to be part of their crowd so when Ella, Dan’s sister, invited her to the biggest Halloween party in town she was overjoyed. Brooke instantly ran out in search of a flirty costume. When she laid her eyes upon a leopard body suit she couldn’t turn away. It was perfect, the cut made her legs run for miles even on her short stature and the built in pushup bra – she never looked so ravishing.

Brooke strolled over to the party around 11pm and felt her cheeks heat up from the glances she received along the way. Neighbors, teachers, and relatives in this small town had never seen 18 year old Brooke dress like this before. The click of her heels on the pavement was the only thing that cut through the gusting winds that night.

She could hear the music thumping from outside and had to clear her thoughts. Just have fun tonight, Brooke. You deserve to have fun. As she pushed open the door and her green eyes fell upon the hoards of people she grew nervous but more excited than anything.

“Hey Brooke, I’m so happy to see you here!” Dan’s voice floated over to her from the couch where he was surrounded by his friends. She shot him the flirty grin she had practiced so many times in the mirror and then walked over. Ella brought her a drink and they sat together on a couch facing the guys as they kept chattering on about some haunted house.

“You’ve never seen the Ashbourne residence? Never HEARD of it?” Dan’s jaw dropped as if Brooke had said she had no clue the sky was blue. “No… what is it?” He held up his hands in the silence motion. “Come on boys; let’s show Brooke what the Ashbourne residence is all about… we’ll tell you the story on the car ride there!” Ella grabbed her arm and four of them left the party to the start of a long night.

“Ashbourne is famous, it’s a mansion in the hills back here.” Dan pointed out of the windshield toward the vast approaching woods. He was speeding like crazy in the fog and it took every ounce of Brooke’s being not to pipe in and say “Slow down! I value my life and you’ve been drinking so I shouldn’t even be in this car right now!” but that would leave the opposite impression of what she wanted. She listened to him rattle on about a rape and murder in 1879.

“Two sisters went out after dark looking for…” Dan tried to think of something to scare Brooke who already had the contorted look of fear all over her face. “ghosts on Halloween night, but they found something worse – a man. He was deranged, chased them around through these very woods…” he lowered his voice as the car drove onto the dirt road leading up to the condemned home. “He dragged them into the house by their long brown hair and raped them in their own bedroom before killing them… People have reported seeing girls running through the trees dressed in white, and blood curling screams that get worse closer to Halloween…” Everyone looked at Brooke’s face for her reaction and she was a bit frightened, but at the same time didn’t believe this tale. Ghosts aren’t real after all, right?  

They finally pulled up to the house and got out into the cold night air. The house was covered in overgrown ivy and moss. The trees were bare since fall was well into way. It sent shivers down Brookes spin looking at the house, remembering what happened there. She thought about the girls as she gazed into the woods behind them wondering what it felt like to be terrified of dying.

“So Brooke… as the newbie it’s your turn to go in first - alone.” She felt dread spread into her belly at the thought of entering that place alone. She knew they wanted to go in and check it out but assumed it would be a group thing. She took one look at Dan with his cheeky grin and knew she had to do it. She wanted to impress them and they just gave her the first test.

“Fine, I’ll do it.” She stuck her chest out a little in an effort to look brave. It’s just a story, don’t worry Brooke. She approached the front door slowly, her heels sunk into the grass around her making her steps more difficult. She turned around to get one more glance at the group who had already opened another 6 pack. Do it, Brooke. Do it to impress Dan.

Brooke put her ear up to the door and listened through the old rotting wood for sound but just as she suspected nothing emanated from the house.  She jiggled the door knob for a minute struggling to get it open, but eventually it gave way. It was pitch black inside and stunk something awful. “Oh Jesus…” Brooke whispered to herself as she pinched her nose shut and stepped further into the darkness. Her eyes began to adjust and soon she could see outlines, book shelves, tables, chairs, all antiques if they could be restored. Her gaze fell upon the spiral staircase that was hand carved with such detail she began to see the house as not eerie but a diamond in the rough. How could anyone condemn this building?

THUD! Her head snapped around to see a book had fallen onto the ground. “Hello? Dan? Ella? Are you guys messing with me?” She started to feel her nerves settle back in. These kids would no doubt try to trick her, for all she knew this was an abandoned home and they made the story up. She took a few more steps and was soon inside the parlor room, quite common in these Victorian gems. Over the fireplace was an old black and white picture. She got closer to it and wiped the dust off with her hand to reveal a family - father, mother, and two daughters with long brown hair.

CRASH! Brooke whipped around and scanned the room nervously. “Come on guys… this isn’t funny anymore! I know you’re in here stop trying to scare me.” She tried to sound brave as to not undo anything she achieved thus far.

Thump.  Thump. Thump. Brooke stood still so her back was to the wall so she would catch any movement around her. “Dan! Ella! Come out already!” The noise she heard sounded like heavy footsteps putting pressure on these old floors.

Creeeeeeek. She heard a door open somewhere in the house, close to the front entrance where she had just come from. Brooke took a glance out the window and saw 3 bodies standing near the car… impossible. Then who was making the noise? She quickly grabbed a fire iron and held it close and high, ready to strike and she took a step forward.  

Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. She heard the footsteps quicken and get closer to the parlor room. “Show yourself!” She screamed at last, fed up with this midnight prank. It had to be them; maybe they had another friend waiting here. She heard rustling beside her and the curtains started swaying slightly.  “R-ruuu” She heard a voice whispering but couldn’t detect the words. Getting more and more frightened her breath quickened, stance widened, arms quivered as the fire iron remained raised.

“And what is your name, pretty one?” She heard a deep voice coming from the hallway but saw no movement – no life. She stole a quick glance to the window and saw 3 people standing around the car, cans in hand, laughing and smiling. What if it isn’t them? What if this person is dangerous? What if the story is real?

“Don’t ignore me, miss. What is your name?” Brooke turned around to find a large figure looming in the doorway to the parlor, her way out. She squinted trying to make out his facial features but his high collared jacket placed shadows over most of his face. Her instincts kicked in immediately and she drove the fire iron into the window behind her, shattering pieces of glass all around her. She leaned out the window and screamed, “HELP! THERE’S SOMEONE IN HERE! HEL-“ Her words were cut short when a hand snaked through her blonde hair and pulled her backwards away from the window. She yelped in surprise as this stranger wrapped a thick arm around her entire body and pulled her from the ground itself. His arm nestled under her large breasts and pulled her body tightly against his. He tore the fire iron from her grip and tossed it aside.

“Stop! Let me go! HELLLLP!” Brooke screamed until her lungs ran out of air. This man did nothing to quiet her screams but instead continued dragging her through the house. She felt as if she was having an out of body experience. She couldn’t hear her “friends” outside or anything else but his footsteps thumping through the old house. He took to the spiral staircase and his large frame could hardly fit. Brooke took this to her advantage and planted her heels on the next step, trying to create a wedge with her body.

“I would tell you to be good but it won’t benefit you anyhow… I’ll add you to my collection once I’m done.” He smiled into her neck as he pulled her off the stairs and narrowly missed a head butt attempt. Brooke wiggled around in his grasp trying to defeat his efforts but it was useless. She found herself at the top of the staircase within a few seconds.  

“There’s always some foolish teenager that comes up here on Halloween. Sometimes I get lucky and it’s a group. It’s a shame for the boys, nothing to offer me so they meet the blade much quicker than beauties like you.” He ran his index finger down Brooke’s cheek and into her plentiful cleavage. She groaned in disgust and reignited her struggle kicking wildly at his legs. Her nails tore into his arm yet none of it affected him, he wasn’t fazed.  

He kicked open a bedroom door and she instantly noticed two beds. This must have been where the girls were raped and murdered. He tossed her light frame onto the bed farthest from the door. She scampered away from him and took off her heels, ready to use them as a defense. He casually closed the door and started watching her quiver on the bed.

“Stay away from me!” She shrieked as he moved closer just a bit. This was the first time Brooke saw his face in the moonlight pouring from the window. He had very distinguished features, strong jaw line, dark brown eyes, and thick brown hair pushed back. She could see a hint of grey peeking through his hair.  

“Why would I do that, darling? I haven’t enjoyed you yet…” He unbuttoned his shirt and threw it across the room. She tried to contain her breathing as he got closer but her chest heaved dramatically with each intake of stuffy air. He could see how frightened she was and it pleased him. He wanted to feed off her fear and slowly destroy her hopes of getting free.

“Now dear, what is your name?” He asked again as he lowered himself onto the bed beside her. She could see the pores in his skin, the sweat on his brow from the struggle of getting her right where he wanted her. She was shaking uncontrollably when she suddenly plunged the heel of her shoe into his side but alas he didn’t blink an eye. He grabbed both of her hands and roughly took away her imaginary protection. He began wrestling with her, giving her an inch of hope and then taking it all back. He slammed both her wrist above her head into the pillows.

“Tell me your name!” He shouted into her panicked face. Tears formed in her eyes and she viciously shook her head back and forth. “No!” She wouldn’t answer his question.  He put his whole mass onto her body and pushed the air from her lungs. He leaned forward and grabbed clothe that was hanging on one of the headboards and secured one wrist, pulling it tight. Then he tied her other wrist.

“No, no, no, no…” She was whispering to herself in hysteria. Her breast rose and fell with each desperate breath once he stood again. He began unbuttoning his trousers and staring coldly at her. “You don’t want to make me mad… You’ll die either way, but I can assure you you’ll appreciate one far more than the other.” His tone was harsh and serious making Brooke sick to her stomach. It must be him. It must be true.

“Now darling, tell me your name or you’ll meet the blade faster than I anticipated tonight.” He flashed a large knife from the table next to the bed. “B-Brooke…” She muttered with her eyes closed no longer able to look at him. His finger landed on her cheek and she winced.

“Don’t you want to know if I’m him?” He grinned at Brooke as she slowly opened her eyes. She nodded her head slowly. “Do you want to know how I did it? How I raped and killed them in this very room?” She closed her eyes and whimpered in fear as he touched her legs.

“First I tied them each to their own bed just like you.” He positioned himself between her legs and began rubbing them. He never broke his gaze with her as he caressed her skin and watched her squirm in disgust. “And I touched their lovely breasts.” He pulled at her costume and it easily rolled down over her large breasts. They practically fell into his waiting hungry hands. He smiled gleefully and started playing with Brooke’s breasts. He moaned in satisfaction as she reacted to his touch so quickly. “Oh and they cried too darling… oh did they cry.” He squeezed her breasts sharply and she whimpered again.

“Can you guess what I did when they cried?” His hands moved along her waist groping her flesh through the body suit until he stopped at her lower half. He scooped his hands under her butt and lifted her up to him. He slowly inhaled and sighed. “Do you know what I smell, Brooke? Fear. This wetness…” He placed on his fingers on her lips over her body suit. “That is your body telling me how afraid you are of what’s coming. It’s trying desperately to save you, but doesn’t know who it’s dealing with.” He slipped his fingers under body suit and ran his fingers through her pubic hair.

“Please, please stop!” She finally broke her silence but was shushed by his other fingers. “And when they begged me to stop?” He spread her hair and started rubbing her clit. She wiggled around trying to avoid his fingers. “Please, don’t hurt me.” It was setting in now that this was happening. Brooke was going to be raped – by a ghost she could not be sure. He seemed so real, his flesh warm, his eyes burning with purpose.

“I already told you, Brooke… I’m going to hurt you, and in the worst way possible.” He pinched her clit and she shrieked. “I’m going to kill you tonight.” The tears began streaming down her face as he further invaded her body, shoving two fingers inside her. She struggled against the restraints and screamed in desperation. “NO! Please, I don’t want to die…” She kept repeating those words to herself as he jammed his fingers inside of her. 


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