Fifty Shades of Hell: An Extreme Horror Story

  Fifty Shades of Hell

  Tim Miller

  Copyright © 2017 Tim Miller

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  Cover model Dominique Skye

  Prologue

  The old house had sat on the corner for years. Dirk had been a real estate agent for two years and hadn’t managed to sell the place. He was lucky if he could show it a few times a year. A few people were curious about it, but mostly curious about what had once happened there.

  The home had a sordid history. It reminded him of the Murder House in Season one of “American Horror Story”. Except this hadn’t been a string of murders, it had just been one group mass murder. Details had been sketchy, but there were all kinds of stories about Satanic sex orgies and God knows what else. Dirk didn’t buy any of it. He figured someone got drunk and killed their family. At the root of most haunted house stories, that was the usual cause.

  This night, Dirk had a bit to drink himself and decided to check out the place on his own. It was late and dark, so why the hell not? He stumbled down the street and up to the house. He punched in his code on the lockbox and turned the knob. He walked in and closed the door behind him. The home was relatively well kept for having been abandoned for so long. The property management company had housekeepers come in and tidy up a few times a month to keep the dust and cobwebs off the place.

  Dirk walked into the empty living room and looked around. He thought about the last couple he’d showed the house to. They’d turned out to be a pair of ghost hunters. They broke out their recording devices and equipment right there on the door trying to “hear” the spirits about. Dirk had gone into another room and pounded on the walls. That scared the shit out of them. They figured out soon it was him, before calling him an asshole and storming off. Dirk didn’t care. Not like he’d lost a sale, they weren’t going to buy shit. They just wanted goodies for their YouTube channel.

  “Hey ghosts!” he called out. “I’m here! I’m ready for Satan to take my soul”

  He took a drink of his beer and stumbled up the stairs. He’d been in the place so many times. There had been more than a few times ghost hunters had gotten caught breaking in. He wished they could set booby traps for idiots like that. The owners never pressed charges though. They didn’t want the publicity of ghost hunters. They just wanted a family to move in and get this place off their books.

  Dirk had suggested on more than a few occasions just razing the place and either selling the land or rebuilding a duplex or something on it, but they said no. This home had historical value. It had been around since Texas was its own country, so it stayed. At the top of the stairs, Dirk wandered into the different empty rooms. He looked in the closets. In the main hall upstairs there was a huge walk-in closet. It could have been another bedroom, if someone were creative enough.

  Looking in the back of the closet, he saw a door. Another closet within a closet? This was new. He’d never noticed this before. He opened the door, and it revealed a flight of stairs going up. The attic. He’d always figured the place had an attic, but never thought much of it. He headed up the stairs, wondering what he might find. Who knows, an old place like this, maybe he’d find some artifact worth something. Maybe make a few bucks off it.

  When he reached the top, he saw there wasn’t much there, mostly darkness and cobwebs. Though there was a trunk in the corner. He walked over, and using his cell phone as a flashlight, opened the trunk. There wasn’t much in it. There was an old dress, a hair brush, and some jewelry, but none of it looked expensive. Most of it looked like dime store stuff.

  “Why are you going through my things?” A woman asked from behind him. The voice scared the shit out of him, but he spun around to see a beautiful young woman standing there wearing a white dress. Her things? Was she a squatter here? He’s had squatters on some of his other properties. It was always really embarrassing when you’re showing a home, and there’re a bunch of smelly junkies lying around. Though, it was usually on the crappier houses. Once in a while they show up in nice places.

  “Your things? Why are your things here? This is private property?” Dirk said.

  “Yes. My home.”

  “Your home? What are you talking about?”

  She walked over and put a finger on his chest. Her hands were soft and warm.

  “This is my home. Did you come with an offering?”

  “Look, lady. You don’t live here. I don’t know what offering you…” he stopped when she reached down and began massaging his cock through his jeans. He instantly hardened at her touch.

  “Would you offer me this?”

  “I—how…I don’t know if we should do this.” She pushed him against the wall and suddenly he felt himself falling. He tried to catch himself, but soon he landed onto a soft mattress. Instead of landing on the dirty floor, he’d landed on a large, soft bed. Looking around, he saw the bed was surrounded by candles. The girl was now straddling him, and she was naked and pulling his clothing off.

  The bed was one of the old style ones with four posts around it and a canopy above. She leaned down and kissed him. He felt electricity burn through his body as her lips touched his. He leaned up and kissed back as she reached down and began massaging his cock. He grew so hard as he throbbed at her strokes. He had no idea how any of this was happening, but wasn’t about to protest now. She pushed him back and licked his neck before nibbling on his ear and whispering.

  “Do you offer yourself to me?”

  “Do I what?”

  “Do you offer yourself to me? All of yourself?” she asked, continuing stroking his cock, her hand twisting around his shaft with each stroke.

  “Yes! Yes, I offer myself to you.”

  “Good,” she said as she sat up. The smile on her face grew larger as a dozen hooks fell from the ceiling. Dirk looked at her, confused as she began to laugh. And then he started to scream.

  Chapter 1

  Bruce and Karen walked into the old house. Immediately, Karen noticed a wet, musty smell. Bruce either didn’t notice it, or it didn’t bother him.

  “This place stinks,” Karen said as she walked inside, looking around. They currently lived in an apartment, but were ready to buy a house. They’d only been married a year but had been a couple for three years. Bruce worked in a deli full time but also painted. He did art shows and comic conventions on weekends, painting comic book characters for real money. Though he tried to sell his original stuff, that was much harder.

  Karen was an accountant. Not the most exciting job in the world, but she liked numbers and liked puzzles, and doing people’s books and taxes was a mix of both. Besides, it paid well while Bruce was chasing his dream. Though, part of her hoped he’d find a real direction soon if the dream didn’t pay off. They were both almost thirty and she’d like to start a family eventually.

  “It’s just been sitting for a bit. It’s an older home,” Barbara said. She was their realtor and more than happy to finally be showing this house that had been on the market for longer than she’d been a realtor. There were all kinds of bonuses in place to anyone who could move it.

  “I’d say more than a bit. You can’t like this thing can you, Bruce?”

  Karen pictured something smaller. This home s
eemed so big, but maybe it meant Bruce wanted a large family one day. Maybe she should consider it.

  “It’s got style, class. I like it.” They walked through the kitchen and into the living room.

  “I read about this place,” Karen said. “All the Satanic rituals here. No wonder no one has bought it. I don’t blame them. I’m not sure why we are even here.”

  “You don’t believe all that nonsense, do you? The guy got drunk and killed his family. Then, he tried to blame it on the Satanic cult, and people ate that shit up. Besides, who knows. Maybe we’ll buy it and your buddies from Paranormal Stoners will come here and do a show.”

  “Paranormal stoners?” Barbara asked.

  “Yeah, it’s a YouTube show,” Bruce explained. “These morons go into haunted places, hit a bong and then go and ghost hunt.”

  “Are you serious?”

  “Oh my God, it is amazing!” Karen said. “They are hilarious and they have found some crazy shit. I swear they’ve found actual demons.”

  “Oh Christ.”

  “Seriously!” Karen slapped Bruce’s arm. “I think the THC opens their minds to be more susceptible to the spiritual. Their energies are flowing and they are ready to receive the spirits.”

  “I’m not sure what all that means,” Barbara said.

  “It’s called Paranormal fuckery. It’s all bullshit.”

  “Don’t listen to him,” Karen said. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe we will take it and I’ll make you smoke a bowl with me so the dead people come possess you.”

  “Yeah sure, just don’t inhale.”

  “Um…” Barbara chimed in. “Let’s take a look at the upstairs.”

  They walked upstairs and looked through the bedrooms and the upstairs bathroom. Bruce was impressed by how roomy the place was. Plenty of space and the asking price was a literal steal. Bruce wasn’t superstitious and didn’t believe in ghosts, hauntings, or other nonsense. If all that meant he got a better deal, then so be it. He was for it.

  “I say we take it,” he said.

  “Bruce,” Karen began.

  “The price is amazing and look at the room in here. You could have a whole crafting room. I could have a room to paint. I mean shit, we’d have extra room to store shit. Lots of things we can do with this place. Hell, invite your stoner buddies over.”

  “They aren’t my buddies. I’ve never met them. They have like two-million viewers.”

  “Whatever, maybe they will be, now.”

  “So you’ll take it?” Barbara asked.

  “Yeah, we will,” Karen said.

  “Like seriously? You’re not pulling my leg?”

  “No. We really want the house.”

  “Yay!” Barbara hopped and skipped as she headed for the door. “I’m sorry. This is my first sale in a while and well, we’re glad to move this house finally. Let me go to my car and get some papers.”

  She returned a few minutes later with some documents they’d filled out. They’d already been pre-approved by their bank, so that part was already in the works.

  “All right guys! I’ll see you soon! This is exciting!” Barbara said as she headed out.

  Karen and Bruce followed and stopped to get a drink on the way home.

  “I can’t believe I let you talk me into that place,” she said.

  “Hey, what can I say?”

  She was looking on her phone and held it up.

  “Jesus Christ, Bruce.”

  “What?”

  She held her phone up to his face.

  “This place is called the San Antonio Satanic House.”

  “Oh get the fuck out of here with that. All your internet legends and shit. Maybe Slender man will get us too!”

  “Fuck off. Dick.”

  “It’ll be fine. Maybe the stoner guys will pay us to use the house. Maybe we could charge for haunted tours or sleepovers.”

  “Hey! Now that’s an idea!” Karen said. “Haunted sleep over! I like it!”

  “You can deal with them though. Not sure I want to deal with all the investigators,” he used air quotes for ‘investigators’, “running around my house.”

  “Their money spends the same.”

  “Let’s hope so. I could hide in the walls and make funny noises. They’ll go nuts. Maybe record some stuff and play the reflection off the trees or have a dummy pop out of a trunk in the attic.”

  “Ooh that could be spooky.”

  “It would be. I saw it on a Halloween episode of a Brady Bunch rerun when I was a kid. My mom loved that show.”

  “You’re such a dork.”

  “Am not. I’m very distinguished.”

  She leaned over and kissed him on the nose.

  “I need to do something about that smell. And I’m painting it; it’s way too dark.”

  “Fine. Do what you want with it.”

  “As long as we’re clear.” She finished her drink and stood, came around the table and took his arm. “Let’s go home and really celebrate.”

  Chapter 2

  Bruce watched Karen towel off after her shower. Even when she was in the shower, he’d sometimes sneak in and watch her through the shower curtain. Sure, that was a little creepy, but he was her husband after all. He was allowed a tiny bit of creepiness. Besides, she knew he was there, but pretended not to notice. It was a little game they played. She loved how much he enjoyed her.

  He never got tired of looking at her body. In the years they’d been together, seeing her naked had always turned him on. Her mom was Hispanic, and dad was white, so she had this beautiful, golden brown skin that stayed the same year round. Deep brown eyes and long, thick, black hair, too. She walked over to the bed and opened a drawer, but he pulled her down onto the bed.

  “What are you doing?” she asked, laughing.

  “What’s it look like?” he asked as he slid the towel away and began kissing her neck.

  “Again? You’re spunky tonight.”

  “What can I say? You rev my engines.” He kissed down her breast and licked around her nipple. She sighed as he sucked on her nipple, nibbling it gently and licking and kissing to her other breast, repeating the same. Licking, sucking and nibbling on her nipple before kissing in between her breasts. She was breathing hard now as he kissed down her stomach.

  As he licked along her waist and inside her thigh, she arched her back, whimpering.

  “Well, Mister Williams. I do believe you are headed downtown.”

  He didn’t reply as he licked one broad stroke through her labia. They both quivered as her body shuddered. He teased again, and she grabbed him by the hair, pressing his face into her pussy. Bruce stuck out his tongue and pressed inside her as far as he could, licking up and down until his tongue found her clit. He flicked her clit back and forth before sucking it into his mouth.

  “Oh, oh! Oh fuck! Holy shit!” she called out as he sucked on her clit before giving it a gentle nibble. She trembled again as he licked it some more. A second time, he sucked it into deep into his mouth, rubbing his tongue across it at the same time.

  “Jesus H. Fuuuuuu—,” she cried out as her whole body shook. He licked and nibbled as her juices filled his mouth and ran down his chin. He lapped every last bit of her up as if she were his last meal before her body began to relax. He leaned up and kissed her. She enjoyed kissing him after he went down on her. It turned him on when she tasted herself. They kissed deeply as she reached down and began stroking his cock through his boxers, before sliding them off.

  She kissed down his chest until she was level with his hard cock. She licked around the shaft before taking him into her mouth. Working her way up and down the shaft, Bruce leaned back and moaned as his cock throbbed in her mouth. She reached down and massaged his balls while sucking him deeper and faster. He’d get so hard, he was about to blow, then she’d back away and repeat it. She had so much control over when and how he’d get off, it was amazing.

  After a few more minutes, she took her mouth off his cock and smiled.

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bsp; “I want you inside me,” she said as she pushed him back and straddled him. He lay back as she slid down onto his shaft. He reached up and placed his hands on her tits, squeezing them as she rocked back and forth. His cock grew inside her as it stretched her pussy out. She glided perfectly on his hard cock, and her juices ran down his shaft while she bounced her ass up and down. Faster and harder she rocked while she moaned.

  Soon her moans turned to screams as her pussy tightened around him, and he couldn’t hold it in any longer. Hot rockets of come exploded inside her, and he let out a grunt while Karen cried out. They kept rocking and bouncing for another minute before Karen lay next to him.

  “Holy fucking shit!” she said. “That was better than the last one.”

  “Gets better with you every time.”

  “Aww babe,” she said as she rolled over and kissed him.

  “Just wait until we break in the new house.”

  “You think we’re doing the right thing? With the house?”

  “Of course we are. It’ll be great.”

  “I hope you’re right. I just had a weird feeling.”

  “You’re just spooked by all the ghost stories. It’ll be fine. I’m still liking the haunted tour idea. I think we could make some good money with that.”

  “Always thinking about money,” she said as she ran her finger down his chest.

  “One of us has to.”

  She looked up at him and he looked away. He knew that look. Anytime the conversation turned to money, she gave him the “when are you getting a real job” look.

  “What?” she asked.

  “Nothing. You just gave me your look is all.”

  “What look?”

  “You know the look.”

  “I’m sorry. I’m just worried. A house is a huge purchase. What if my income isn’t enough?”

  “We’ll be fine. Plus I have some big things lined up with my artwork. I think I’m about to tap into something big.”

  “I hope you’re right.”