The camp lay in the middle of the forest. A lake surrounded it on the north side. Trees and undergrowth swallowed up everything else. There was only one access road. From there, a somewhat dilapidated jeep carrying three men emerged. The car pulled into a clearing and circled the cabins, clearly searching for a suitable parking spot. A woman emerged from a house, a strikingly large one among the other small camping cabins, and showed the newcomers a parking space.
"Joanna, hello, gentlemen," she greeted them, extending her hand in greeting.
"Luckily, we managed to find our way here," said the driver, a bearded man in his forties.
"The important thing is that you're here," the hostess declared. "I invite you for dinner at 7 p.m.."
She led them to cabin number six. Their new quarters, at least until they finished the work they'd been assigned. It involved minor repairs and refreshing some of the buildings. They dropped their bags and looked around.
"This is a real dump," Witek said when the host left them alone. The bearded man also served as the foreman.
"We have to do what needs to be done and we're leaving," the youngest of them, a thirty-year-old man, glanced around suspiciously. "I don't like it here.
" "You didn't come here on vacation, you don't have to like anything," Bogdan, his older brother, reprimanded.
"But the landlady is quite competent," the foreman laughed.
They unpacked their belongings, stuffing everything on the shelves and in the closet. The cottage was small, with two small rooms and a kitchen. The two brothers lived in one, and their foreman settled in a separate room. Finally, it was time for dinner. As invited, they arrived on the porch at 7 p.m. sharp. A second later, the door opened, revealing their employer dressed in a brown dress.
"Come in, gentlemen, it's terribly cold outside," she gestured them inside.
They exchanged glances as they entered, clearly pleased with her appearance. The woman was around fifty. However, her appearance didn't seem to suffer the slightest. Tall, at least six feet, she gave the impression of a strong woman. Her raven-black hair gleamed in the light of the sconces. The foreman followed her first. He kept turning to the others, glancing at the housekeeper's rear. He was clearly enjoying it. He couldn't blame him. The slender and shapely woman walked with a confident, springy step. He was close enough to see the flexing of her buttock muscles. Finally, they reached the living room. They took their places at the table.
"Sit down, gentlemen; dinner will be served in a moment.
" "We're grateful for the invitation," the foreman said coaxingly, scratching his beard.
"No problem," the woman smiled at him and left the room.
"Wow, what a piece of art," he said in a hushed voice when they were alone. "Have you seen her butt?
" "Easy, master, she definitely doesn't live here alone," Bogdan dampened his enthusiasm.
"And I don't like it here," Robert spoke for the first time.
"He's doing his thing again, do something about your brother," he asked impatiently.
Bogdan didn't say a word, just slapped his younger brother on the back of the head with his open hand. He made such a face that Robert only rubbed the back of his head and muttered something indistinctly. A moment later, their hostess entered the room with a tray of steaming delicious food. Behind her, another woman entered the room.
"Gentlemen, allow me to introduce you," they jumped up like wolves in a parlor, "this is my sister, Rozalia.
" "It's a pleasure," they muttered in surprise.
During dinner, they observed the woman they had just met. They estimated her to be around thirty-eight or forty years old. Like her sister, she had long black hair. Her figure reminded me of Xena, the warrior princess. It was hard to accuse her of being overweight, but she wasn't petite. The three workers devoured their plates with gusto, as if the company of two beautiful women had whetted their appetites.
After dinner, the sisters invited them to a slightly smaller table at the other end of the living room. There was a huge fireplace. The fire hissed and crackled merrily, consuming the large logs. A pleasant aroma wafted from the fireplace.
"Go ahead, gentlemen, you must try our liqueur." Rozalia brought a crystal carafe and placed it on the table.
"I know you'd probably prefer something stronger," the older sister laughed understandingly, "but we don't have anything else.
" "But whatever, I'll gladly take a drink." The foreman extended his hand for a glass.
"Me too," Bogdan hurriedly offered his hand.
Only Robert didn't take advantage of the liqueur. They sat in blissful peace, listening to the crackling fire and enjoying the drink. They enjoyed it. They praised the women for their extraordinary skill. The liqueur slowly warmed their blood. They felt it pleasantly enveloping them from within, rocking them joyfully. The youngest of them, not intoxicated by the drink, stared out the window. It was already dark. He could see the trees swaying. A gale must have blown outside, he thought, and although he felt uneasy, he was glad to be sitting in a warm room with a fireplace.
The sisters also sipped their glasses. They began to entertain their guests with conversation. Both gentlemen glanced ever more boldly at the charms of their benefactresses. The sweet and pleasant liqueur warmed not only their blood but also their hearts. Witek played with his beard, glancing at the mysterious reflections from the fireplace onto Joanna's rather ample cleavage. As if in some silent agreement, they had already divided the spoils between them. Bogdan followed Rozalia with fiery gaze, or perhaps it was just the fireplace flame reflecting in his eyes. Robert could no longer bear to watch his companions, who were drooling more and more. He said goodbye and, under the pretext of a headache, went outside.
The cool breeze immediately nestled against him, refreshing him somewhat after the cozy, warm room. He headed toward his cottage. The moon gleamed in the sky, partially obscured by dark clouds, as if turning a blind eye to his companions' overheated imaginations. He was about to enter the house when he heard something to his left, like a splash in the water. He glanced at the lake. There was no one in sight. Curious, however, he moved in that direction. Once at the shore, he surveyed the immediate area. Silence and emptiness. Only the rustling of trees and the swaying of grass. He stepped onto a five-meter-long footbridge made of thick planks. He stood at the end and gazed out at the lake. The surface was slightly rippled. He looked at the dark water, and a chill ran through him. Just as he had almost lost interest in the strange sound, he heard it again. This time it seemed to be coming from beneath him. Right under the footbridge. He looked down, but the planks were tightly packed. The sound repeated itself again, this time closer to the end of the footbridge. He took a tiny step, standing on the edge. His interest grew with each second. He crouched down and looked into the water. He hoped that soon he would see what was causing the mysterious sound. He stared into the dark water, tiny waves swaying with the wind. Then he noticed something floating right under the footbridge. He looked and couldn't believe his eyes.
Bogdan and Witek were already on excellent terms with both of the housewives. Jokes, laughter, and lustful glances created a strange, erotic aura around them. It's hard to say whether this was due to the alcohol consumed or not, but their gazes, accompanied by their lowered, trembling voices, dripped with sex. In short, there was practically a spark between them. Witek sat right by the fireplace with the elderly housewife, Joanna. She, in turn, was snuggled in an armchair, playing with the hem of her skirt, revealing inch by inch of her shapely thighs. Apparently inadvertently, when she burst into peals of laughter at Witek's crude joke, she waved it so that he could see her black stockings disappearing beneath. Later, as if realizing it, she pretended to be embarrassed and patted the dress against her body. However, she did so in such a way that she left no doubt as to her intentions. And these were such that she slowly aroused her interlocutor to the breaking point, while simultaneously keeping him at a distance.
Bogdan and Rozalia sat on the sofa, a little deeper, separated from their companions by about three or four meters. A thread of desire had long since formed between them. While they were talking, she too, provoking her own clumsy movement, slightly doused her guest with liqueur. More precisely, she left a small stain on his face, about three or four centimeters from his zipper. She immediately apologized and began to wipe him with a napkin. Her slender, delicate fingers slid up his thigh, seemingly wiping it, yet igniting a genuine fire in his loins. He watched her graceful, practiced fingers on his thigh, then she looked at her, and when he saw the mysterious glint in her eyes, seemingly consent, seemingly embarrassment, he knew he couldn't hold back his erection any longer.
Robert looked in disbelief. A pale silhouette emerged from beneath the surface. He rubbed his astonished, wide-eyed eyes. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. The figure took shape, and he could already see clearly that it was a woman. He felt fear trickle down his spine. A dead body in a lake, he thought, terrified. He was about to scream and flee when suddenly, completely unexpectedly, the woman opened her eyes. She looked at him with her dull eyes and, he could have sworn, smiled at him. The scream caught in his throat. He watched, captivated by this magical phenomenon, unable to even escape. The apparition, or woman, whatever she was called, was floating about half a meter below the surface of the water. When she emerged completely from under the footbridge, he saw that she was naked. Her pale, shimmering body rocked gently with the waves. Her breasts also heaved, with temptingly erect nipples. Fear and fascination mingled, paralyzing his entire body.
- I guess I'll have to go check on my brother - Bogdan said - he'll get lost somewhere.
"Oh no," Rozalia whispered, "he's a big boy, he'll manage." As if to convince herself, she moved her hand with the napkin much higher than the stain would require. "Mmm, what's that?" she whispered excitedly as she felt his erect penis beneath the fabric.
"Mhmhm," he rasped, aroused by the touch.
Satisfied with the effect she achieved by continuing to massage him in that sensitive spot with her fingers, the woman moved closer a bit.
"I think he's uncomfortable there," she whispered, lowering her melodic voice even further.
Hearing no protest from Bogdan, she unzipped his pants and slipped her hand under his pants. After a moment, she pulled his erect member out.
"Mmmmmm," she sighed, "truly impressive," she praised him, licking her lips, chapped from arousal.
Bogdan watched in disbelief at what was happening. He felt a bit embarrassed; he was an ordinary worker, and yet this woman, a beautiful woman at that, was playing with his penis. He glanced nervously at the other two sitting by the fireplace. He noticed they were staring at them. In the firelight, he could see his master's aroused face. His companion was also watching the spectacle intently and could have sworn she was fondling herself. He saw her hand disappear between her legs. She hadn't put it under her skirt, but by pressing the material, it slid between her thighs, and her hand's movement betrayed the fact that she was massaging her crotch, looking at him and her sister. He shifted his gaze to his companion. She looked from him to his penis. He saw the glint of arousal in her eyes. He glanced at her slender fingers, entwining his penis. He saw the contrast of her long red nails against his pale skin. Rozalia peeled back the foreskin, exposing his glans, and ran her blood-red fingernail along the tiny opening and then down. He felt him flex in her hand. For a second, the women exchanged glances, full of lust and heat. Then Rozalia leaned forward and brushed the exposed glans with her tongue. She savored him for a moment, then slid him fully into her mouth.
Witek felt himself burning up. He saw the woman caressing his friend with her lips before his eyes. His head was buzzing with the alcohol and arousal. He glanced at Joanna. His eyes burned even brighter when he saw her gaze, clouded with excitement. He didn't immediately realize that his beautiful hostess was caressing herself, giving vent to her desires. She looked at him, her eyes veiled with a mist, the way only a woman consumed by fire could look. There was an invitation in her eyes, and her rhythmic movements held such a dose of arousing perversion that he swallowed hard. He glanced at the two of them again. All he saw was Rozalia's bowed head and her rhythmic movements, while his friend, leaning back, sighed heavily. He felt his zipper explode under the force of his powerful erection. He looked at Joanna, and she looked at him. She turned in her chair so that she was facing him.
"Will you do something about it?" "—she asked, her voice already half-conscious. "I feel tingling, my pussy is burning," she whispered, looking at him and amusing herself.
The master said nothing. He dropped to his knees and approached her chair. As soon as he approached her, she immediately obediently spread her thighs against the backrest, lifting her dress high. Kneeling, he gazed at her mound with great devotion. She wore no panties. He watched, mesmerized, as her fingers glided over the bulging, completely shaved mink. She also had long red fingernails, which she used to tease her swollen, bloodshot lips. He brought his mouth to her crotch. She held her hand to his nose. He sniffed her fingers. They glistened. He inhaled her sharp, feminine scent. It sent goosebumps all over his body. She slipped her fingers into his mouth. He sucked them gently. Only then did Joanna feel his hot, aroused breath on her wet shell. She purred as she felt his slightly rough tongue, as it snaked between her puckered lips, as it teased and massaged her clit.
Robert saw the apparition reach out towards him. Another moment and her hand would rise above the surface, he thought. He couldn't get up. He couldn't escape. He was in a trance. When her hand emerged from the water, he, as if involuntarily, extended his own in greeting. He knew he shouldn't do this, knew something was wrong. But he was no longer in control of his body. He saw the woman, underwater, caressing her body with her other hand. He saw her touch and tease her nipples. Then she slid it between her thighs. She looked at him with rounded eyes. Her face expressed concentration. She smiled gently and flirtatiously at him. He had the impression that this mysterious apparition, this thing underwater, had taken control of his body. He extended his hand, and their hands touched. It was cold, slippery, and icy. He didn't even have time to blink when her hand closed over his. Then she opened her eyes wider, and without that smile, she looked at him. Her face contorted with a grimace that seemed to be malice, perhaps hatred. She yanked him away, and a second later he fell into the water.
Bogdan buried his fingers in Rozalia's raven-black hair. He tightened his grip every time a spasm of arousal shook his body. After a moment, she slid off the sofa and knelt before him on the floor. He sat with his legs spread, his member jutting out, and she slid between his thighs.
"You can decide how I do this," she whispered, taking his hands, placing them on her hair.
He understood. He immediately grabbed her hair, hard, and forced her closer. He thrust his penis under her nose. She slapped it with her open palm, and his penis quivered and throbbed with pain.
"Do you want to fuck me in the mouth?" she said vulgarly, looking down at him.
"Yes," he sighed, aroused. After a moment, he felt another blow aimed at his member.
"Say it," she slapped again.
"I want to fuck you in the mouth," he practically screamed.
He immediately felt warmth envelop his member. He didn't need to look. He knew it meant his member was already in her mouth. He tugged at her hair, setting the pace for the caress. Rozalia sucked and caressed him with incredible passion.
Witek's face was already wet. Ripples of her juice ran down his chin. He licked and caressed her with great fervor. Either he was determined to test himself, or her pulsating pink rosebud had driven him to incredible arousal.
Excited whispers and breathing could be heard in the room, beyond the crackling wood from the fireplace. The warmth inside caused beads of sweat to appear on the lovers' bodies.
Robert felt the cold water closing in on him. The nightmarish woman pressed herself against him, pulling him deeper and deeper. His eyes were wide open. He stared in horror at the apparition. Her arms and legs wrapped around him. He fought for his life. He struggled desperately, his lungs burning mercilessly. In the icy water and the naked drowned woman's tight grip, he was quickly losing strength. He tried to reach out, to grab the dock. But he couldn't reach. He felt he wouldn't be able to resist for long. He knew she would soon open her mouth to gasp for air; the pain was unbearable. Yet he knew that when she did, the water would fill his aching lungs. He couldn't catch her because her body was terribly slippery. He saw her face close to his, twisted in a cruel grimace of hatred. He felt a searing pain on his back. Until then, he hadn't noticed the apparition had long claws, which she used to tear at his flesh. The lack of breath choked his scream of pain. Air, air, only that word echoed in his head. He no longer even feared this strange monster. All that mattered was the struggle for oxygen, a breath of pure, refreshing air. All he could hear were distorted sounds, thousands of tiny air bubbles floating around them. They struggled like that for almost a minute.
Joanna, satisfied with the orgasm she owed to the bearded master, pushed him away with her foot. She slid off the armchair and turned her back to Witek, resting the rest of her body on the chair. He immediately ripped her skirt, freeing her firm buttocks. He slapped her with his hand, making her ass ripple temptingly. Then, immediately unzipping his fly, he entered her hard. Joanna moaned in surprise and satisfaction. He grabbed her hips and began riding him like a wild animal. To incite him even more, she began to rhythmically undulate her hips. She squirmed her ass, and he accelerated his movements. Every so often, he slapped her buttock, hard, leaving red marks on her smooth skin. Each time, she responded with a cry of pleasure.
Water was everywhere. His lungs were practically bursting, pain radiated throughout his body. Robert felt it was the end. He was slowly sinking into himself. He managed to keep himself from being pulled into the deep water, but that was all his desperate struggle had achieved. If only he could draw a breath, if only... His body weakened with each passing second. As if he were about to fall asleep. Only pain remained. A searing pain in his lungs. He gave up. He decided to fill with water and it would all be over. This is it, he thought desperately. He was shocked by such a sudden turn of events. A moment ago he had been standing on the dock, he could have lit a cigarette, he could have gone to bed. And now, in a moment, he would die. He thought again about his brother. What would become of him? Would they find his body? All these thoughts flashed through his exhausted mind in a split second. What surprised him most was that he had been worried about being left somewhere at the bottom of the lake, in the cold water, in the middle of the forest. Now he thought, I can't do this anymore, a sip of water, and that's it.
Before Robert could draw in a breath, he felt a sharp tug on his back. A hand gripped his sweater and pulled him up. The startled apparition glared at him. A man lay on the jetty. It pulled Robert up with tremendous effort, but quite quickly. The boy began gasping for air—ugh—he howled in pain and pleasure at the same time. He never would have imagined that a gulp of air would cause him such pain and indescribable pleasure. The man reached for some dark object lying on the jetty. Robert only realized after a moment that it was a crossbow. The man aimed at the drowned woman and fired. A large arrow flew toward her, splitting the water and piercing her completely. The apparition seemed to scream, but no sound could be heard. The man quickly reached into his pocket. He took a cross from it and threw it into the water, uttering words Robert couldn't understand. When the cross fell into the lake, the water began to boil. A radius of a dozen meters around the strange woman's position was boiling. Robert didn't see what had happened to this nightmarish creature. He was still lying on the boards, coughing. His head was spinning.
"Who are you?" he blurted out in one breath, panting and disoriented.
"Now's not the time for this." The man wasted no time.
He grabbed the boy under his arm and led him to a clearing. They reached a car parked near the house.
"Do you have the keys?" he asked hurriedly.
"They're at the cottage.
" "Run for them, just grab the keys and come here, waiting with the engine running."
The mysterious savior hurried toward the house. Robert staggered toward the cottage where they had their belongings.
Bogdan knew he couldn't hold on. Rozalia, kneeling before him, had pushed him to his breaking point. Still tugging at her hair, he shot into her mouth with a cry of pleasure. She obediently sucked him until the cum stopped flowing. Then he collapsed exhausted on the sofa. Rozalia still held his cock in her mouth. He tried to push her away gently, signaling that he didn't need to. But she didn't react. He jerked again. Nothing. He immediately felt a surge of unease. And suddenly he heard her growl. Holding his penis, she began to growl. The sound was terrifying. It was as if some wild animal were sitting there. The throaty, deep voice froze his blood. He grabbed her hair and tried to push her away. This time, he was nervous. Rozalia looked at him. Then he screamed. Her eyes were nothing like the ones he'd lost himself in an hour ago. This time, they looked like a cat's. The vertical lines, moreover, gleamed red. He screamed again. Then Witek heard him. Startled, he stopped walking into the heated den of his hostess, who was eagerly sticking out her ass, and looked at his friend. He didn't understand. He stood up and took a step forward. But Joanna, in a single bound, leaped to her feet. She grabbed his arms and threw him backward. Witek flew like a rag doll. Shocked, he stopped against the wall. He looked ahead. His lover, just a minute ago, was approaching him. In her torn dress and disheveled hair, she would have looked very alluring in other circumstances. But not at that moment. He saw two red lines appearing on her face. They practically burned as they stared at him with hatred.
Tears streamed down Bogdan's cheeks. He subconsciously felt what was about to happen, but he couldn't believe it.
"No, please don't!" he shouted at the woman kneeling before him.
There was no reaction. Still on all fours, she moved just like him, trying to keep her trophy from her mouth. And after a moment, she clenched her jaw tightly. Her sharp teeth snapped shut with tremendous force.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" the man roared.
He felt his mind spinning. Through his blurry eyes, he could still see Rozalia's bloodied face, which didn't really resemble the woman before. More like some strange monstrosity. She spat out her penis. Blood trickled down her chin.
At that moment, the door to the room flew open, slamming into the wall. The same man who had pulled Robert from the water appeared in the doorway. Everyone turned to look at him. Both the victims and the two horribly transformed women. Joanna, who was standing closest to the exit, lunged toward the newcomer. But the man was faster; he had already prepared his crossbow and fired at her. This time it was Joanna who flew through the air and landed by the fireplace.
"Take your friend and let's get the hell out of here," the mysterious visitor said to the fallen Witek.
Without a moment's hesitation, the foreman rushed toward Bogdan. Before he even reached it, another arrow flew through the air and struck the surprised Rozalia in the heart. It threw her against the opposite wall. Witek reached him and grabbed his half-conscious friend by the arm. They ran out of the room. The man ran to each of his victims one by one and threw crosses on their bodies. Smoke immediately began rising from their corpses. Their eyes were open, staring at him, and if they could, they would have struck him down with just a glance. The cross was burning them.
When he emerged, the men were already getting into the car. Behind him, fire could be seen in the windows of the house. It was slowly spreading inside. He jumped into the car and, hurrying the driver, they drove away.
"What the fuck was that?" Witek couldn't shake it.
"Jnsafisfe," Bogdan wheezed incoherently, the loss of blood robbing him of consciousness.
"Is he dying?" the foreman continued to address his mysterious savior.
"Quickly, to the left," the man urged the driver, ignoring the foreman.
Robert was driving along a forest road. He was probably driving. He could hear the foreman and that strange guy talking behind him. He couldn't hear his brother anymore. He'd lost consciousness. Or maybe he was dead, he thought, and who cares—his eyes had become strangely foggy, cloudy, like dark lake water. He could see the road perfectly, but the lights only hindered his driving. He slowly turned around. A second later, the car was filled with the terrifying screams of two men.
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