The Cellar of Orgasmic Evil

Back in the basement, completely naked now from head to toe, Jessica found herself leaning back against the laundry basin. Her sexy buttocks were just higher than the edge of the tub, and, using the edge of the washer and dryer to lift herself, she easily managed to plop herself down ass-first in the middle of the basin. There wasn't room for her entire body however, and she left her sexy, nubile legs dangling outside the tub. The washing machine made for a nice table, and she placed the plate of cherry cheesecake beside her. It was soft and easy to work with her fingers. She started by scooping the layer of cherry filling off the top. Cupped in the palms of her hands, she transferred a thick blob of it from the plate directly to her body. She rubbed it into her dark triangle of pubic hair, which immediately turned into a glistening, crimson mess. Holding her fingers together tightly, she began rubbing them back and forth across her pussy mound, the lips parting easily under the slippery conditions. Cherry pie filling darkened a crimson streak through her crotch, from her naval right through her legs and back to her tailbone, pasting everything in between. The thick filling had a syrupy consistency perfect for masturbating. It wasn't too thin and slippery, nor thick enough to cause a gluey, uncomfortable tug on her pussy hair and lips. Jessica held the lips of her snatch wide open with two fingers of one hand, then used the three longest fingers of her opposite hand to fan her clit rapidly from side to side. Her entire body shook with pleasure and she began to moan loudly. Her legs, dangling down the front side of the wash basin, began to kick back and forth, her toes curling and uncurling involuntarily as the building sensations passed through her.

She reached up and lifted the rest of the cheesecake - the creamy white portion - and carried it to her chest. The triangle of dessert landed with a dull splat between her breasts. She grabbed her mammaries, one in each hand, and sandwiched the cheesecake between them, squishing it upwards. Gobs of cheesecake splooged out from the valley between her tits, which she eagerly began to rub all around her chest and stomach. Jessica massaged the cheesecake over each of her shoulders and trailed her hands up the sides of her face, painting her cheeks white and licking her fingers clean as she did so. She reached down to her crotch and continued giving herself a cherry-pie-filling-finger-fuck, being sure to palm her clit wetly as much as possible. It didn't take long for the white cheesecake portion on her tits and the crimson pie filling between her legs to mix together into a pinkish cream. It covered every inch of her body except her legs and arms. Masturbating fiercely, she could feel soon-to-be explosions of pleasure racing through her veins. She was so involved in herself that she had momentarily forgotten all about her original purpose.

Jessica had intended to remain in the wash basin and hose her clit down by turning on the faucet. She knew that this would probably send her body into a massive climax. However, more of the vodka had worked its way into her bloodstream, causing a total loss of inhibitions.

Hopping out of the wash basin, she turned to her left and grabbed the front corners of the washing machine. She pulled hard enough to slide the appliance out from the wall. She turned the front of it and adjusted the machine's position so that she would be facing the center of the basement floor while using the washer to get herself off.

She had never done it before, but knew full well that it would work. Often times when she washed clothes, Jessica would lean against the front of the machine. Sliding her hands down the front corners, she let the oscillations vibrate right up her arms. She once decided that if she ever pressed her bare clit against the cold metal, she could easily get herself off during the forceful gyrations of a wash cycle.

Now, her crotch and midsection covered in a whipped cheesecake paste, she turned the machine's dial to the wash cycle and started the machine empty. She spun the dial passed the water fill stage, sending the central agitator spinning away. The entire machine started groaning and vibrating perfectly. Crouching down onto her haunches, she hugged the front corner of the washer and leaned back. Bracing herself with her hands against the cement floor, Jessica thrust her snatch upward and forwards. She let the corner edge of the washing machine part her labia, her lips folding over it. Her slit dripping with pie filling, Jessica left a crimson trail of cherry on the edge of the machine as she began thrusting her hips up and down the length of it.

Even though they were coated with a glistening layer of cream, Jessica watched her nipples turn rock hard. As much as she wanted to watch her pussy lips sliding up and down the machine, she instead turned her head towards the center of the basement floor. She was close to cumming and didn't want to miss a beat. The hard vibrations of the machine electrified her clitoris with ecstatic pleasure, and she felt a thunderous climax racing towards her. Wantonly desiring a full and strong release, she grabbed the top of the machine and thrust her hips forwards, clamping her legs against either side of the washer. Rubbing her midsection up and down faster, she threw her head back and let out a loud groan of pleasure. Goosebumps had exploded across her upper arms and back which, for her, was a sure sign that she was seconds away from exploding. She gasped loudly and ground her pussy against the vibrating machine one last time.

And then she was there. She felt herself pass the plateau of no return, orgasm rapidly spreading throughout her lower body. The vibrating washing machine heightened the power of the explosion tremendously, and she found that it was all she could do to keep from screaming. Perfectly on cue, the bluish-green explosion of light appeared from nowhere in the middle of the basement floor. As terrified as she was, Jessica was intent on enjoying the strong climax. As well, she needed more answers. As her legs twisted and writhed against the sides of the machine, she watched the swirl of color. She had the distanct impression that the colors seemed to be pulling together. The high pitched scream heard previously repeated itself, sending a shiver of fright down her spine. However, she did not flee - instead Jessica watched with enthrallment as the light continued to constrict, taking on a somewhat humanoid form. Jessica clearly saw the outline of a person's body in the middle of the bright haze. Her eyes widened at this revelation, then stretched to the size of cereal bowls when she clearly heard a raspy call for help emanate from the swirl.

As soon as her orgasm subsided, the vortex of light began to fade. Slowly the image died away until there was absolutely nothing left behind - no evidence of anything extraordinary. The basement would have been instantly plunged into silence if not for the churning of the empty washing machine. Jessica released her leg clamp on the machine and climbed to her feet, surprised to discover that she wasn't afraid. She had clearly heard the call for help. In that very instant, everything changed.

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Later that evening, a trio of sexy women met for discussion over coffee. Jessica had called Amanda and insisted that she contact her witchcraft friend.

"Sandra?" Amanda asked.

"Whoever.... you didn't tell me her name. Just tell her it is an emergency that we meet right now." Jessica had demanded.

Jessica rehearsed a little opening speech over and over, wondering how she was going to convince Sandra all that had happened was true. After meeting though, she quickly realized that she wouldn't have to. Sandra simply sipped her coffee and nodded repeatedly, her eyes filling with wonder and astonishment. It was clear that the woman wasn't hearing anything she had not experienced before.

"To me, it sounds like the spirit is gaining energy from orgasms experienced in close proximity," she said, furrowing her brow as she thought deeply.

"Why orgasm though?" Jessica asked. "That's the part that sounds the most ridiculous."

"This may sound ridiculous, but it isn't the first time this has been recorded. There's even a name for it in obscure supernatural texts: orgasmic gravitation. You're brain is broadcasting electromagnetic waves constantly, even though they're not officially not recognized by science. In metaphysics though, brain waves are well accepted. It is how we converse with spirits. During orgasm, you can easily imagine the brain waves must be a very distinct a powerful signature, full of energy. Remember your high school science lectures? Energy cannot be created or destroyed, but can only transfer forms. Free energy is a huge draw for spirits - they can easily gain it."

At this, Amanda broke in. "What do you mean by gain it? Gain for what?"

"Release." Sandra responded bluntly. "The spirit is trapped. All the ghostly horror stories you've ever heard - they've all simply been about the need for release. You do realize, of course, that there's only one night of the year that releasing a trapped soul is possible?"

"Halloween." Amanda said with a gasp. "Next week!"

"Actually, the night before Halloween, no?" Jessica asked, looking at Sandra for confirmation.

"The transition between them - midnight. Halloween may have turned into a silly tradition around the world, but the origins were very serious and very real. All Hallow's Eve was - is! - the only night of the year that misguided souls trapped on Earth can be given another chance to make the proper transition to the other side."

"So what are you saying?" Jessica asked.

"If we can supply the spirit in your house with enough energy just before midnight of All Hallow's Eve, we could effectively trigger a transition."

"Do you have a suggestion?"

"Feel like having a little Halloween party at your house Jess?" Sandra asked with a sly grin.

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On a cool Autumn night right at the end of October, Jessica's house was the site of one of the most massive Halloween costume parties the city had ever seen. It took a great deal of convincing to get her parents to vacate the premises for the night, but Jessica had managed to twist their arms.

As for the patrons, Sandra took care of it all. She belonged to a massive society of supernatural believers who were eager to partake in the venture. With a simple batch email distributed to various friends and societies in the immediate area, Sandra easily succeeding in drawing at least one hundred and twenty people to Jessica's house bash.

They came in every range of costume - gargoyles, robots, princesses, drag queens, baseball players and movie stars. For the first several hours, the party looked like any other. Alcohol flowed freely and music pounded. Jessica's living room had been transformed into a makeshift dance floor and her front window was illuminated with flashing lights from several strobes. A fun time was had by all as they waited for the clock to approach midnight.

At 1l:40 the party took a sudden turn. All one hundred and twenty or so patrons rose and headed for the basement. It was a steady stream of people dashing down the stairs. Just like that, the ground floor of Jessica's house was abandoned.

What ensued in the basement was an orgy of epic proportions. Every possible piece of available floor space was taken up with copulating individuals. Some were made up of guys fucking girls, but at least six lesbian couples and countless threesomes were going on. Room to move was very sparse and it didn't take long for these individual groups to meld together until a massive free-for-all was well underway. Back and forth, left and right, people were fucking, fondling and sucking each other until the entire basement floor simply became a huge entanglement of bodies.

Sandra had carefully instructed every single individual that NOBODY was to cum before midnight. For some, the orgiastic conditions made control almost impossible. Amazingly though, almost everyone came through.

Buried within the crowd, Jessica found herself pinned to the floor by several individuals. There was a stiff cock hanging over her face which she began to suck on, without the use of her hands. They were being held down by whichever two people were sucking on her tits. She could feel one mouth on each nipple - a guy on her left, a girl on her right. Further below, a sexy blonde bitch in a leather dominatrix costume had somehow managed to penetrate her with a strap-on dildo and was fucking her like mad. At one point, the chick lifted Jessica's knees and pinned them to her chest, rolling her into a back-somersault position and repeatedly driving the black plastic cock into her with clearly well-practiced speed.

Amanda was busy squirming through the crowd, enjoy the perverse sights. Three girls were lying on their backs with their faces side by side, there tongues flaying back and forth with mad lust. A fourth was squatting over them showering their faces with a golden spray of urine. Amanda couldn't help leaning in and rubbing the palm of her hand into the fourth woman's pussy, hot piss squirting between her fingers. She French kissed the woman for a brief moment before moving on to another corner of the basement where a woman in her late thirties was being fucked in the ass by two men at once. Amanda's eyes widened as she realized she was observing a genuine double penetration. Both cocks were literally being swallowed up by her asshole, stretched tautly over both shafts. It was a mind-blowing sight.

Sandra made a loud announcement that it was time. Midnight was rapidly arriving, only a few minutes away.

There were about fifteen guys who had come without dates, and they all crowded around her position. Sandra crouched down to the floor and leaned her head back, extending her tongue as far out as she could manage. They all stood around her and began to beat off in the direction of her face. At the same time, couples around the room released the control they had been exercising and went for the finish line. Jessica took one look at the circle jerk only moments away from erupting in the middle of her parents' basement and decided that there was no way she was going to miss out. Breaking through the circle, she knelt down in front of Sandra and embraced her naked body, rubbing their tits together and wrapping her arms around the other woman's back. Without a word, they began to French kiss wetly, fully extending their tongue so that all around them could watch. Seconds later, Jessica was hit in the side of the face with a warm volley of cum - the first of dozens of cumshots that would coat her body in the next two minutes.

All around the room, the semen explosion that took place was legendary. Faces were drenched in multiple cumshots within seconds. As expected, the whirlwind of light in the center of the room instantly appeared, the colors pulling together to form a more concrete image. With each passing orgasm, the colors intensified, the ear-piercing scream filling the room.

Jessica looked just long enough to satisfy her curiosity about whether the ghostly image would show itself. In that very instant, she watched four different ejaculations nail Sandra's face from completely separate angles. Jessica's tongue darted forward, licking the intermingled semen strands from her cheeks and face.

On the other side of the basement, Amanda massaged a stiff cock with her tits, the pole pressed tightly between them. The guy attached to the other end of it went wild with orgasm, bucking back and forth and crying out. Sperm sprayed across her throat and into her hair as he exploded wetly. At the same time, she felt someone grab her from behind and penetrate her ass. The person was already in the verge of cumming and didn't get more than three thrusts into her colon before she felt a warm gush of fluid fill her tail end.

Many of the party patrons had stopped their sexual antics and were staring at the center of the basement floor in utter amazement. The onslaught of orgasm had pummeled the spirit with sexual energy like the bullets of a machine gun. The image had clearly formed.

Jessica sucked a mouthful of cum off of Sandra's tits, turning to have a look for herself. She gasped in horror. It wasn't what any of them had expected at all.

A young woman was hanging from the rafters of the basement. She was completely naked, her mouth gagged, her ankles bound. As people stopped to stare in fright, the ghostly woman began to scream in terror. Burn marks instantly appeared on her body as if she was being tortured with a branding iron. She cried out in pain, pulling away from her unseen adversary. Hanging by her hands though, pulling away was a fruitless effort. She simply spun and swung back like a pendulum, more burn marks appearing on other parts of her body.

Despite the clarity, more colors began to swirl into the image. At the same time, Jessica was sure that she could feel the floor begin to shake.

"MORE!" Sandra cried out to everyone. "DON'T STOP!"

Orgasms continued to explode around the basement. Most of the men had erupted cum everywhere - it was now the women who came like crazy. Jessica was not one of them, but she was simply too excited to care. She did enjoy the opportunity to watch a fantastically sexy babe spray like a fire-hose. She had always assumed a female ejaculation to be a small affair, which was obviously a mistake. This babe's pussy must have cleared a six or seven foot swath with a forceful expulsion of clear fluid that shot out of her pussy-hole.

The floor was undoubtedly shaking. Everyone felt it now - so much so that items around the room began to jiggle as if an earthquake was taking place. Within seconds the entire house was violently shaking back and forth, a dull roar accompanying the physical motion. The image of the young woman in the middle of the basement began to rotate rapidly, spinning faster and faster until the entire form turned bright white like an exploding star. There was a thunderous crack that was absolutely deafening, and a shockwave that knocked several people off of their feet. At the exact same instant that the image of the woman exploded and disappeared, a fissure split the basement floor wide open.

And just like that, silence fell.

A pin drop could be heard. Nobody moved. Nobody said anything. The silence was only interrupted by a hissing noise that emanated from the crack in the middle of the basement floor. A cloud of white gas rose and disappeared, leaving those nearby peering into a hole that went about a foot and a half into the concrete foundation. There, clearly visible, was a skull surrounded by several bones.

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It had been twenty six years since a man named Lester Manning had raped and tortured his neighbor's daughter in the cellar of his house. He had long since moved to another part of the country, selling his home to two young newlyweds who would turn out to be Jessica's parents. For twenty six years he had been free, but not out of the law's reach. Lester Manning found the FBI on his doorstep not three weeks into November. He went peacefully, somewhat dumbfounded to be charged with murder after more than a quarter of a century.

Jessica did not attend the trial. In fact, the day of Lester Manning's sentencing, she took the opportunity to use the privacy. Her parents were definitely in court all afternoon, and would not be returning home for some time. She, Amanda and Sandra were soon to be deeply involved in the most pussy-pounding threesome of their lives.

"Should we use the basement?" Amanda asked with a smile, stripping out of her bra and underwear.