The Mystery at Faldor Hotel Ch. 32

"I-I'm staying here in Cinder Bay as well."

Now all eyes were on George and, amongst the faces of the group, it was Bess's that warmed her the most. Her fierce determination gave way to an understanding, thankful smile that spoke of blood and loyalty but, for George, it was completely beyond loyalty. Though, as her eyes strayed to those of Elora, she struggled to think of a way to explain her decision to Nancy and Eloise.

"George..." Nancy breathed with disbelief, "Not you too?"

"Yes, Nancy, me too. I'm sorry, but there's no other way."

"George?" Eloise prodded, shocked and somehow hurt by this decision to stay in Cinder Bay with her cousin.

"I can't go back. I could never explain..."

"Of course you could, dear," Eloise refuted. "Women your age go through physical changes all the time. Why, if you feel it necessary, you could come to New York with me. Nobody there would know any different, and we could... Sweetie, you don't have to stay here!"

A long pause ensued where George suddenly understood that Eloise indeed had some real feelings for her. It was written all over the pain of loss in the woman's face, but George knew that this had no bearing on the strange facts that Eloise was yet unaware of.

As George and Eloise looked at one another, each searching for something different, Elora's soft voice broke the pause, advising, "She'll never understand, George darling."

Eloise's expression changed in an instant, becoming as sharp as the surprising sting of Bess's slap on her face as she glared at Elora, snapping, "And what of you!? For God sake, I worried to death about you! I sent my niece out here looking for you while you played your little game of 'Who-is-she-now?' I thought we had something, Susan! After all the time I spent alone, wishing for the right woman to come along, you finally did, and then you pull this!? Don't the things we said to each other mean anything to you!? Everything was fine and then, suddenly, you need to run off on this God forsaken sabbatical of yours where... this happens!" Eloise spat, gesturing expressively at her former girlfriend. "When you told me you were leaving, I hardly even questioned you about it because I wanted to be respectful of how you might be feeling about a sudden relationship with another woman! I was considerate enough to give you some god-damned space after all the beautiful things you said to me, and what do you do? You just stop calling and, with absolutely no explanation or- or... You... little bitch!"

Another silence, this one decidedly awkward, hung in the room while Elora looked to the floor at her feet. After a moment, she raised her eyes to look at her former lover to explain with a gentle, yet absolute tone.

"Eloise... You know my past. I married young in an effort to try to override my lesbian orientation. It didn't work and, after my divorce, like you, I waited and hoped for the right woman to come along. But that didn't happen. I lived in a small town where homosexuality isn't... It isn't. I don't have to explain that to you. I met you shortly after I moved to New York and, at first, I was just so happy to be with a woman, any woman, to finally have that most basic aspect of a relationship, that I was blinded to... Oh, Eloise... I know what I said, and I'm so sorry, but I was in the grip of the emotions of a new relationship, and I didn't realize right away that you... weren't the one for me."

Eloise only looked back at Elora during a shorter, though just as awkward pause until Elora continued with a regretful sigh.

"You- there's nothing wrong with you, Eloise, you're a beautiful, intelligent, engaging woman, but just not the one for me. Please understand, I spent fourteen years in a marriage that I had no business even being in. I'll never get that time back, and neither will my ex-husband. The last thing I wanted to do was make another mistake like that, and I'm sorry that I led you on. I honestly had no intention of doing that, it's just that... you were there. Eloise, I'm so sorry."

During the third pause between the two women, Eloise's expression was unreadable until her eyes dropped. She nodded her head, indicating that she understood, but said nothing, allowing the quiet moment to go on until Nancy broke it with a level voice.

"So... what will she never understand?"

Both Eloise and Elora looked at the sleuth and found her to be looking expectantly at the Dining Room Hostess.

"You told George that Aunt Eloise would never understand," Nancy reminded. "What will she never understand?"

Panic and anxiety returned to George's face as she looked at Elora, who regarded Nancy with a thoughtful expression before approaching her, stating, "I suppose the best way to explain is for George and I to show you. George?"

Elora took Nancy by the upper arm and it took a moment for George to move, woodenly getting off the bed to follow Elora as she Guided Nancy to the other one. She could see the fear and indecision in Nancy's eyes, also the awareness of how useless it would have been to resist. Not only was she outweighed by Elora, but the presence of the others in the room made any chance she may have had at personal resistance a moot point.

"What are you doing!?" Eloise demanded. "George!? What's she talking about!? What's going on!?"

George barely heard. She was focused on Nancy, the onetime love of her life, and the fact that she and Elora were about to show her why George could never go back to River Heights, at least not permanently. Almost in a daze, she wondered how many times she'd fantasized about sex with Nancy. Though she'd finally lived that dream on two previous occasions, this time it somehow seemed more real, more meaningful, and she vaguely wondered why that should be as Elora gently, but firmly guided Nancy down on her back as the dirty blonde sleuth stared up at her with anxiety that bordered on fear.

"Don't worry, Nancy," George heard herself tone.

"What's going on?" Nancy asked. "George, I thought you were on our side."

"I'd never hurt you," George replied, placing a knee on the edge of the bed while Elora sat on the opposite edge beside a subtly cringing Nancy.

George felt her tongue twitch in anticipation. As she placed her hands on the bed, raising her other knee to the mattress, it seemed to writhe in her mouth like a cat stretching after a nap.

"W-what are you going to do?" Nancy asked, clearly frightened now as she backed up against the headboard.

"Whatever I want, Nancy..." George almost whispered, her face inches away from Nancy's now.

Emboldened by Elora's low, breathy chuckle at her reply, George allowed the tip of her tongue to peep from between her suddenly grinning lips. At this hint of the true nature of the changes to George's body, Nancy froze staring at the red tip, its little hole that seeped a small amount of milky fluid. George shuddered with self-pleasure as she allowed inch after inch to ooze from between her pressed lips, a larger amount of her tongue's thick jism hanging lower and lower until it separated, landing on a now very alarmed Nancy's chest.

"Oh my god!" she gasped, her eyes locked on nine inches of slithering, almost hypnotically swaying, red tongue that she was quite certain wasn't in George's mouth when she'd licked and sucked her vagina to orgasm there in their suite.

Incapable of saying anything further, Nancy could only watch, not even resisting when Elora began unfastening the two buttons that held her top closed.

Unable to see George's tongue from her angle, Eloise could only cry, "Nancy! George! W-what's going on over there!?"

"(Ga-asp!)"

It was Bess. Still sitting across from Eloise on the bed, as she had been when their unexpected company arrived, she had no better view of what was happening than Eloise did, but was now playing with her clitoris, holding the narrow crotch of her bikini aside with her other hand as she watched.

"Bess!"

"What?" Bess grinned back, her gaze dropping to Eloise's chest as she jerked to a finger that she momentarily inserted inside herself before withdrawing it again.

"Don't you see what's happening!?" Eloise asked.

"Mmmm... not very well, but... it's still fucking hot. Don't you just love George's ass? (Uhh-hh!) W-why don't you start fingering my cunt again?"

For Eloise, the reason why Bess wanted to stay in Cinder Bay then became obvious. As for her own reasons, she only felt regret as she looked again to the other bed, helplessly distracted by George's all too sexy ass swaying seductively back and forth. She stared at her wet, pouting pussy lips in the enticing gap between her thighs. Even while her arousal climbed for watching George and Elora about to have their way with Nancy, she regretted the choice of not siding with her niece to get out of Cinder Bay while they could, even if Bess and George did insist on staying. While a small voice in the back of her head informed her that it was probably already far too late by that point anyway, she couldn't help regretting her selfish and foolhardy choice just the same.

A moment later, when she saw a long, red, serpentine tongue shoot from Elora's mouth to lick her lusciously full lips, her regret, along with her anxiety, increased tenfold. In the quick movement, a small amount of some thick, semen like substance whipped from its tip, splashing the Dining Room Hostess's face and Nancy's body before the thing waved slowly in the air. Eloise found herself unable to move, as though she was paralyzed by the sight of the alien thing protruding from her ex-girlfriend's mouth as it poised dangerously, subtly writhing as though it had a mind of its own.

"Ohhh my gaaawd!" Bess moaned.

Still struck speechless, Eloise looked at Bess again to find the horny teen pushing two of her fingers up inside herself. Unless Eloise was hallucinating, there was no doubt Bess was seeing exactly what she was. There was no way she couldn't be seeing what was happening on the other bed. Furthermore, George must also have seen it, and this deduction, along with the common changes to George's and Susan's bodies, informed Eloise as to why George didn't want to leave Cinder Bay. Bess's reason was that she was, quite simply, a sexually deviant slut, but George was now completely compromised by whatever parasitic organism that was now within her, and it was too late for the beautiful, sweet brunette that she had secretly lusted after for so long. Chances were, Eloise knew, it was too late for all four of them and had been from the moment they'd checked into the Faldor Hotel, just as it had been for Susan and God only knew how many unsuspecting others before them.

Nancy, upon seeing the twin to George's tongue appear from between the lips of Elora, finally reacted. She opened her mouth and screamed. However, her shrill alarm was cut off when George's tongue shot forward, straight into her mouth and down her throat. She choked and began to struggle as George fastened her lips to hers in a horrifying French kiss that featured the completely offsetting pleasure of George's sweet, coconut flavoured essence.

Elora had opened Nancy's top and now, with her struggles, her breasts wiggled free of her indecently undersized bikini top. With her legs spread, heels digging into the mattress in her struggle against the surprisingly powerful George, she tried to moan when she felt a hand under her uselessly short skirt, but couldn't. Her tongue was literally tied, wrapped in the shifting coils of George's as her best friend groaned in strange pleasure.

Elora laughed and Nancy supposed that it was her fingers that were playing in her pubic hair, pulling at the bottoms of her micro bikini and slipping behind its tiny front panel to play with her unfortunately erected clitoris. When Nancy was roughly yanked down to lay flat on the bed, George followed, never breaking contact between their lips as more and more of her tongue's strange secretions squirted and spritzed the inside of her mouth. A greedy hand grabbed at her breasts, squeezing them and pinching her nipples, the unwanted pleasure making her back arch as Elora drove her clitoris mad.

George had abandoned herself, not only to the influence of the crystal columns and the organism within her body, but to the acceptance of her situation. Her former life was gone and that included Nancy. Even her feelings for Nancy were different, as was her lust for her best friend. It wasn't as though she no longer cared about Nancy, but had accepted, as she had regarding her life, that her false vision of Nancy had changed forever. The rose coloured glasses were off and would never be worn again. What she now did to her long time best friend was only for the sake of old times and closure, and when her tongue tingled to the point of pain, growing achingly stiff with extreme, unnatural pleasure, she only grunted and rolled her eyes as the first of many large ejaculations filled Nancy's mouth. Each spurt blotted out George's senses as her new, surprisingly powerful body continued to easily hold the helpless teen sleuth that she'd fawned over for so many years to the mattress underneath her and Elora.

For Eloise, it was a confusing scene straight from some pornographic freak movie that she never could have imagined. While difficult to deny what kind of advantage such a tongue could be to any lesbian, the horrific reality was as undeniable as the intense arousal she was feeling from watching Nancy's lesbian rape. Everyone in the room, even Bess, watched this incredible attack on Nancy's body, having moved closer in for optimal viewing angles. This, Eloise suddenly realized, left the door unguarded.

Reminding herself to unlock the entry door first, Eloise bounded up off the bed, got through the door and out into the corridor, running at full steam for the stairwell. Without the keys to Nancy's rental car, she had no idea what she'd do if she could escape the building. Perhaps she'd simply run down the secondary highway until the pursuers that she could now hear behind her finally gave up? It seemed as unrealistic as somehow giving them the slip, hiding in the woods until she could safely come out to hitchhike to Portland.

When they grabbed her just before she could reach the stairwell, Eloise screamed, a vocal expression of fear and hopeless frustration mixed with shame over the sexual excitement she felt. She knew they wouldn't hurt her, especially not while they were waiting to see if the organism would take hold in her, but her fear of the unnatural, of the unknown made her fight just the same. Most of all, it was how a growing part of her wanted to just give in that forced her struggle. From the same place where her subconscious voyeurism came, unknown and completely unsuspected until she'd checked into the Faldor Hotel, the same personality quirk that allowed her to enjoy watching Nancy being used as a sexual plaything was excited at the possibility of being used as one herself. It was easy to deny in much the same way that it was easy to deny the urge to strike a student that she'd lost patience with, but it was there and, as they bodily carried her, kicking and screaming back through the door of Suite 408, it was this personally demeaning fact that she most feared and struggled against.

Bess watched as Manny, Junior, Reverend Stephens and Sherriff Durant bolted out the door to give chase to Nancy's fleeing aunt. Hildebrandt and Carmody stayed and, as Hildebrandt continued to enjoy the show that Nancy played the starring role in, Carmody gave Bess an odd smile before addressing her.

"I knew you would like it here,"

"Mmm! Oooh, Mr. Carmody!" was all Bess could manage as she teased her clitoris, now captivated by the huge lump in the front of his dress pants.

When he stepped closer and began unfastening his trousers, she giggled with delirious delight, using her other hand to help him until his huge, bulbous headed, thickly ribbed prick hung free, seeping thick precum from the tip that pointed menacingly at her face from only three inches away.

"Take it, Miss Marvin," he encouraged with a smile. "Take it in your mouth and suck on it. Be sure to swallow it all."

Opening her mouth, she leaned forward as he did and, while Nancy wailed behind her, Bess managed to fit Carmody's tasty cockhead into her mouth.

"Mmmm!" she enthused, grabbing his curved shaft with her free hand to help guide it in further. "Mmmb- bubb- mmmp!"

Small squirts of his pre-cum teased the inside of her mouth as she looked adoringly up to his face and, as she took her other hand from her clitoris to grip the base of his mutant cock, she barely noticed Eloise being forcibly thrown to the mattress beside her.

Between them, George and Elora easily repositioned Nancy to practically hang upside down between them. Only the back of her shoulders touched the mattress and, as George straddled her face, she was sandwiched between the two mutant women. With her little skirt upside down, inside out and only covering her young, toned belly now, they pulled and yanked at her bikini bottoms until they were torn free of her body and their quick, merciless tongues began their feast at her crotch.

As Nancy's legs waved almost comically in the air, she moaned to the feel of George's tongue as it took its time penetrating her pussy. Admittedly, it felt incredible, the electric sensations forcing a final stop to her struggles. She was physically tapped out anyway, with barely enough energy left to twitch and breathlessly moan as George's tongue probed ever deeper, the agile tendril seeking out every nook and cranny inside her as no penis or finger ever could. What she never would have suspected was just how good it would feel when Elora's snake began playing at her anal flower.

For a split second, the reality of the situation held Nancy thunderstruck. In all the mysteries and adventures she'd been involved with, nothing like this had ever happened. Until now, it was almost as though her life had been a storybook with storybook endings, even the villains that her sleuthing abilities had always eventually defeated having some sense of moral decency, and it seemed almost unreal now that none of them had ever taken advantage. It suddenly seemed that Cinder Bay was more real than the rest of her life and, as she cried out to the feel of Elora's tongue breaching her anus, a part of her could understand why Bess might want to stay. George's reasons, of course, were being spelled out to her rather clearly as her writhing tongue finally filled Nancy's pussy.

Nancy cried out, gripping George's thighs as she convulsed in pleasure, watching through her thighs as Junior, Sherriff Durant, Manny and Reverend Stephens secured Eloise to the bed with rope. Her skirt was hiked, panties gone and, with her legs spread and forced back so that her shoes were waving above and to either side of her head, her crotch rotated up at the perfect angle as they secured her hands as well. The expression on Eloise's face was one that Nancy had never seen before as the school teacher watched the men slowly unfasten their trousers, releasing their large packages and grinning hungrily down at her helpless body.

Beside her, Bess was on her hands and knees, Sucking Carmody's alien cock as though she were being paid to do it while a grinning Hildebrandt pulled her bikini bottoms down to begin spanking her ass while fingering her soaked pussy. There was no doubt of how much Bess enjoyed this, completely oblivious to Eloise's wailing as Sherriff Durant began shoving his big, hard cock up her helplessly bared pussy, lesbian or not.