The Forfeit

Is she ghost hunting or looking for excitement?

My demons and ghosts have been quiet as the days grow longer and warmer, but they are still there, they still have lusts, still enjoy playing with humans.

My high heels crunched on the detritus of years spread across the floorboards of the house. Not the ideal footwear for ghost hunting, but then neither was the outfit, or lack of it, I wore under my coat.

There had been rumours, whispered hints overheard in the town, that the house was haunted. They said that it was still inhabited, but not by a physical presence and that was why the family of the original owner had simply left it unattended, slowly decaying, blending back into the landscape.

Shrouding my naked body in a long dark coat and walking through the world with not even my stocking clad legs on display, unless I chose to let them flash through the opening of the coat had, at first, sent tingles through me. Now it had become mundane.

The idea of spirits from the past looking down on me, hidden eyes watching me, or maybe it was just the thought of entering somewhere forbidden, dark and mysterious, had revived my exhilaration.

Earlier, when I had picked my way down the overgrown path in the moonlight toward the dark shadow of the dilapidated house, I found the door open as if beckoning me in. Now, standing in its maw, I stopped and listened. The silence seemed to wrap around me as if the world had become still. Ghost hunting, was that what I was doing, seeking an ethereal presence I could display myself to? No, not really, I hardly believed anyway - excitement hunting, maybe.

The air around me seemed to shift, as if someone or something had just walked past me. I turned my head, clutching at my unbuttoned coat as it threatened to open.

“You have entered my house uninvited.” The voice was deep, with an air of authority.

I spun around, the coat opening like the curtains parting in a theatre to reveal the players. “Who are you?” I said into the darkness.

“You are most welcome here, but there must be some apology offered for your intrusion.”

Although I could see no one, I could feel eyes on me. I grasped at the edges of the coat, intending to pull it closed, but something inside me, a small voice in my head, relished the feeling of being… admired.

“I’m sorry,” I said, peering into the gloom. Moonlight reflecting through the glassless windows glowed faintly on the flaking walls and the occasional piece of abandoned, broken furniture. There was no figure visible.

“Who are you? I repeated the question.

“This is my house,” the voice said.

I moved cautiously around the room, sure someone was playing games with me. I found nothing, no hidden speakers or concealed wires. I peered through the doorway into the next room. It was empty.

Returning to my original position, I realised that the coat was still open, revealing me to who ever, or whatever, was watching. A shiver of excitement at my display stopped my hands from pulling it closed. Even if the presence was nothing more than human, it still aroused me.

“Your forfeit is still due.” The voice was close to my ear and I thought I sensed a solid shape in the air next to me.

“My forfeit?”

“Allow me to take your coat.”

It slipped from my shoulders and I let it pool on the floor at my feet. The cool night air flowed over my skin and teased my nipples with the faintest of breezes as if someone was breathing on them.

You have a fine body, firm with youth, but rounded, sensual.”

“Are you saying I’m fat?” I stared at the shifting shape in the air, indignation rising in me.

“No.” For a moment he sounded nervous, but then the smooth voice returned. “Forgive me, it has been many years since I have seen the beauty of a woman such as you. I am no longer practised in the words of…”

“Seduction.” I finished the sentence for him.

“Ah, the games we play.”

I thought I heard a smile in his words. Was I really having a conversation with a ghost, or was I just using this as an excuse to display myself?

“So, what is my forfeit?” I asked.

“What would you like to give?”

I remained silent. Standing nearly naked in the darkness of the empty room, I sensed a door had opened in front of me. I could walk through and explore what lay in the next room or turn, pick up my coat and walk away.

“You have no answer. In which case I shall make the decision for you. Bend forward and place your hands on your knees.” For a moment, I hesitated. There was no repeat of the command, just a silent expectation of compliance.

I moved slowly into the position, the fragment of my mind still rooted in the real world screaming at the lunacy of my actions, but unable to prevent my body from complying with the part of me that had crossed the threshold.

Something snapped across my behind. A line of bee stings made me yelp and spin around. The room was empty. Even in the gloom I could see the door in the far wall, maybe twenty feet away. No one could have silently crossed the room, struck my behind and exited without me seeing them.

“Turn around. Assume the position. The penalty for your intrusion is not yet paid.” The voice was close, as if he was standing next to me, but there was nothing there but air. Slowly, not knowing why, I turned and bent forward.

Another line stung my behind, only to be followed by another, then another. The pain billowed through me, rising through my body, permeating every nerve as if a fiery liquid had been pumped into my veins.

I yelped as another swat landed. Now the pain was dulled. It became tendrils of heat that sent tingles through my core, swelling my nipples and awaking a desire deep inside me. The beating stopped, the room was silent save for my rasping breaths. “More,” I whispered.

The whip descended again, wrapping itself around me. I found I was relishing each stroke. I could feel myself swelling, petals parting and pouring forth my nectar as my arousal climbed.

I wanted him, needed him, wanted some touch, a physical presence to push me over the edge of the chasm I was gazing down into. Then he was there, inside me, thrusting against my contracting muscles, filling me. I dare not look around in case he faded back into nothingness. I was swept over the edge and released into the darkness.

I came to, lying on my coat in the silence. I pushed myself up onto one hip; there was nothing to suggest that I had not fallen asleep in that position and my dreams had brought my fantasies to life.

Slowly, I got to my feet and wrapped myself in the cocoon of my coat. I winced as the heavy material brushed across my behind, igniting a dull pain that flooded through me. Pulling the coat to one side I brushed my hand over what should have been the smooth skin of my bottom. I gasped at the soreness and, was that ripples I felt?

Pulling my coat closed, I moved toward the door; the first glow of the sun just beginning to illuminate the world outside beckoned to me. On the threshold I turned and looked back, thinking I sensed a movement, my ears listening for the slightest sound and, for a moment, I thought I felt someone smiling at me from the dark interior.

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