Beth entered her bedroom with her arms laden with textbooks.  She dropped the heavy books on the edge of her small twin bed before taking her mail from the top book and walking to her small study desk.  She sat heavily in the desk chair and set the stack of mail on the desktop, taking the first letter and slicing it open with her right index finger.  Brushing away a long strand of dark brown hair, Beth narrowed her almond-shaped brown eyes and read the letter.

"Weird," muttered Beth after she read the letter.  She scratched her head, wondering if she could afford not studying in order to make the invitation date.
*****
 

Beth stepped out of her small economy car, shivering from the afternoon chill.  The sky was grey with swollen storm clouds that promised a long spat of rain.  Glad that the drive up the winding, narrow mountain road was over, Beth went to the back of her light blue car and opened up the trunk to get her satchel bags.  Draping a bag over each shoulder, Beth walked across the gravel drive and up a short flight of marble steps to the immense front doors of the manor.  Setting her bags on the landing, Beth knocked hard on one of the polished oak doors, then waited.

The door opened, revealing a tall, thin man with balding white hair and frigid features.

"Ms. Beth Bradford?" groaned the butler.

"Yes," nodded the young woman.

"Follow me into the dining room, please," instructed the butler, turning sharply on his polished black heel to lead the way inside.

Beth hefted her bags and followed the old man, impressed with the wide front foyer with its large candle chandelier, spiraling staircase, and shining white marble floor.  The elderly butler strode towards a doorway to the right, pushing open a set of double doors that granted entrance to the dining room.  Candles lit an enormous long table covered with food.  Windows to the right let in the weak sunlight as two other young women stood up abruptly from chairs facing the well-laden table.

"Beth?" inquired a tall blonde woman with bright green eyes

"Gwen?" frowned Beth in confusion.  "What are you doing here?"

"That's what I was asking our little sister, Emma," replied Gwen, indicating the short red- haired girl next to her.

"Hi, Beth!  Isn't this house neat?" grinned Emma excitedly.

"It's definitely out of the way," remarked Beth, placing her bags next to the door so she could hug each of her sisters.  "The letter said that we inherited this place."

"You two can have it, I've got a photo shoot tomorrow," said Gwen with a toss of her long, golden hair, striding down the length of the table to the waiting exit.  She disappeared briefly into the foyer, but returned quickly with a raven-haired man dressed in a rich black suit.

"Who are you?" asked Beth.

"Jonathon Pierce, your late Uncle Raymond's attorney," bowed the handsome man with a smile.

"He says we can't leave!" snapped Gwen angrily.

"Why not?" inquired Beth.

"A condition of your uncle's will is that once all three of you are assembled, you must spend the night here at the manor.  When dawn arrives you may leave freely."

"Are you going to tie us up if we try to leave?" growled Gwen with a sharp glare.

"This house has a very good security system, you'll find escape quite impossible," smiled Jonathan, sitting at the foot of the table and pouring himself a glass of wine.  "Care for a drink?"

"No thanks!" snapped Gwen, falling down into a chair.

"I've never heard of Uncle Raymond," said Beth, sitting at the head of the table, with Emma sitting to her left.

"He was a bit of a hermit, but a very wealthy one.  He created a fortune through investments.
He bought this house about five years ago and renovated it.  It used to be an asylum," replied Jonathan, sipping his red wine appreciatively.

"A place for crazy people?" whispered Emma with wide eyes.

Beth took Emma's small right hand and gave it an affectionate squeeze.  "We'll be okay, it's only for one night."

"There are bedrooms upstairs, take your pick," suggested Jonathan, eyeing Gwen appreciatively.

Gwen noticed the lawyer's gaze and snorted.

A cold wind blasted through the dining room, extinguishing the candles.  The lamps glowing at the corners of the room flared and exploded.  The weak sunlight pouring in through the windows faded and quickly disappeared, plunging the dining room into darkness.

"Beth?" stammered Emma, grasping her sister's arm.

Jonathan snapped on his pocket lighter and re-lit several of the candles.  Everyone took a stick and went into the entry foyer.  All of the house's lights were dark, the enormous foyer began to get cold with the house's heater off.

"The storm?" murmured Emma, still clutching Beth.

"It hasn't reached here yet," replied Beth, looking up at the second floor balcony.

Soft moans echoed through the house's halls.  Everyone stiffened, Gwen unconsciously drawing closer to Jonathan.  The moans became voices, whispering, their words unintelligible.

 "Ghosts," shivered Emma.

"There's no such thing as ghosts!" said Gwen sharply.

"Perhaps we should retire to our rooms," said Jonathan, offering Gwen his open left hand.

"I'll be fine on my own," glowered Gwen, holding her candle in front of her as she climbed the wide marble staircase.

Jonathan followed the beautiful young woman, watching the sway of her taut buttocks encased in her sleek red dress.  Beth and Emma climbed the stairs, their candles barely piercing the darkness as they ascended to the second floor.

"I have to get my bags," said Beth.  "Go on upstairs and pick a room, I'll check up on you later."

"I'll go with you!" replied Emma fearfully.

"Go on!  I'll be right behind you!" shooed Beth, returning to the dining room to get her satchels.
*****
 

"Sure you don't want some company?" inquired Jonathan, placing his left hand on Gwen's shapely hip.

"Very sure," retorted Gwen, entering her bedroom and closing the door firmly behind her.

"Bitch," muttered Jonathan darkly, continuing down the long hallway to find another bedroom.
*****
 

Emma spun around, shaking with wide eyes when she found herself in a cold basement passage, her candle flickering madly in her right hand.

"Beth?  Gwen?  Where are you?" stammered Emma, tentatively walking down the passageway, white lights flashing on and off above her.  Doors along the walls opened into examination rooms filled with tables, wheel chairs, and discarded medical tools.  The stench of chlorine was thick in the air, Emma wrinkled her small nose and made her way towards a set of doors at the end of the passage.  Harsh blue lights flashed through the glass of the doors, assaulting Emma's eyes.  She squinted and pushed the doors open, entering a large, circular operating room.  Scalpels, bone saws, and syringes littered the tile floor, the powerful lights over the operating table hissing and snapping as they flashed on and off.  Emma circled the table, looking for another exit, finding none.

The snap of leather startled Emma.  Restraints wrapped around Emma's thin wrists, dragging her towards the blood-stained operating table.  Emma screamed, dropping her candle, struggling as she slid closer to the table, the cold metal surface gleaming with the lifeblood of previous patients.
*****
 

Gwen slipped out of her red dress and climbed onto the large poster bed.  She tucked the thick blankets under her chin and stared at the purple canopy above her.  Gwen's eyelids grew heavy, slowly closing as sleep overwhelmed her.  The bed was warm and soft, it enfolded Gwen as she drifted off into repose.
*****
 

"Jonathan?" whispered a voice through the bedroom door.

Jonathan loosened his tie and walked to the door to open it.

Gwen stood on the other side, left arm resting on the doorframe, dressed in a red lace bra and panties.

"I heard something upstairs, can you come with me to check it out?"

"Shouldn't you get dressed?" asked Jonathan, his eyes straying to Gwen's hypnotic cleavage.

"Don't you like what you see?" purred Gwen, licking her red-painted lips.  She left the doorway, swaying down the hall towards a staircase going up.

Jonathan discarded his tie and followed the sensual woman, his gaze locked on her exposed ass, a thin red g-string covering her sex.

The duo climbed to the third floor, another hallway with doorways lining the walls.  Jonathan followed Gwen without question, his eyes devouring her scantily-clad body.  They entered a room with a reinforced examination chair and a large piece of machinery along the far wall.

"I don't see anything," said Jonathan, standing close to Gwen, inhaling her scent.

"Guess it was nothing," shrugged Gwen, walking to the chair and sitting in it.  She opened her legs, showing Jonathan her scarlet panties.

"Want to play doctor?" grinned Gwen lewdly.

Jonathan smiled, sitting on Gwen's lap and bending down to kiss her inviting lips.  Gwen wrapped her arms around Jonathan's neck, returning his embrace, stroking his tongue with hers.  Jonathan squeezed Gwen's breasts through her bra, slipped his fingers underneath the red lace to feel her cool, creamy white skin.

Electrical cables snaked forward, snapping with life as they curled towards Jonathan.  Gwen was massaging Jonathan's crotch when the cables struck, ramming against Jonathan, pouring electricity into his body.  Jonathan twisted and jerked, his face locked in an agonized grimace as electricity poured into him.

 Jonathan fell forward into the empty chair, his head smoking, the reek of charred flesh heavy in the air.
*****
 

Beth entered the dark dining room, her candle lighting her pale face as she knelt down to shoulder her bags.  A strong stench of rot filled the room.  Beth slowly stood up, candle thrust in front of her.

The food on the table had turned into a melted mass of steaming grey meat.  The flesh bubbled and oozed, maggots swam within its putrid folds.

Beth covered her mouth, trying not to vomit from the nauseating smell.  She backed away from the pile of oozing filth, almost falling when her shoes slipped on the blood-covered floor.

"Dinner is served," said the butler behind Beth.

Beth spun to face the elderly butler, who now had flesh dropping from his gaunt cheeks, his eyes merely black holes that held the girl's terrified gaze.  The undead butler tore open Beth's blouse, fondling her firm breasts.  Beth screamed, smashing her candle into the butler's head.  The flame caught on the old man's wispy white hair, igniting it, covering his entire melting head in bright flame.

The burning zombie pushed Beth onto the dining table, her buttocks pressing into the mass of rotting meat.  The stench of burning flesh filled Beth's nostrils as the zombie tore open her jeans and reached into her panties.

Beth rammed her right knee into the zombie's crotch, then slipped out from beneath him, holding her jeans up as she fled from the stinking dining room.  The flaming zombie staggered around, then fell into the quivering pile of flesh, slowly melting into the amorphous mass.
*****
 

Emma awoke slowly, her vision blurred, the reek of chloroform strong in her nose and mouth.  The girl moved her heavy head from side to side, trying to discover where she was.  The cold metal of the operating table struck Emma's bare buttocks and back.  She struggled to rise, but was held down by the leather restraints on her wrists and ankles.  The bitter cold of the room made Emma's naked flesh break out in goose bumps.  The girl fought her restraints, until the large light above her exploded into life.

 A nurse dressed in a white operating gown entered the room, her hair covered in a surgical cap, her face obscured with a tight white mask of cloth.  The shapeless woman twisted the knob on a machine next to Emma, then grasped a black breathing mask and fastened it around Emma's face.  Emma shook her head, trying to dislodge the tight apparatus and failing.  There was a hiss of gas through the breathing mask's thick black tube as more people in operating gowns filed into the brightly lit room.  A man loomed over Emma's right, extending a hand and running it up her flat belly to her small, pert breasts.  He cupped each of the girl's tits, caressing them, fondling them.  Emma writhed on the table, her white skin numb with cold, the rubber of the mask enfolding her face.

The nurse handed the doctor a long razor while the other gown-garbed men and women stood along the walls of the operating room and watched.  The doctor stared into Emma's frightened eyes as he slid the razor across her pussy, shaving off her red pubic hair.  The razor edge scratched across Emma's cunt, curly red hairs fluttering away on the frigid breeze.  When Emma's pussy was completely shaved, the doctor snapped on a rubber glove and inserted his finger into Emma's cunt.  Emma moaned, her hips jerking as the masked doctor probed deep into her vagina, adding a second finger to the first, pushing sharply into the girl's warm slit.

The nurse raised a red-hot needle and thrust it into Emma's left nipple.  Emma screamed into her breathing mask as the burning metal bit through her flesh.  The nurse discarded the smoking needle and picked up a fresh one, piercing Emma's right nipple with it.  Emma howled coarsely, her naked body twitching on the operating table as the doctor continued to thrust into her pussy with his rubber-clad fingers.  The doctor slid his left hand up Emma's stomach, the cold rubber of his glove caressing her flesh.  He stroked the flesh between Emma's tits as the nurse fastened gleaming silver rings to each of the girl's throbbing nipples.  Chains descended from the dark ceiling, chains that ended in sharp, curved hooks.  The doctor placed his left hand underneath Emma's body, pushing her up so the nurse could attach the hooks to the girl's nipple rings.  Emma screamed again when the hooks tugged on her nipples, white hot agony bursting from her tits.  The doctor shoved three gloved fingers into Emma's cunt, the white rubber glistening with her juices.  While the doctor thrust into the naked girl's pussy again and again, the nurse brandished a long-bladed scalpel, caressing the gleaming blade with her left hand.  The observers drew closer, whispering with excitement, gleaming eyes focused on Emma's twitching body.

The nurse rammed the scalpel tip into Emma's sternum, tearing open the girl's stomach with one sharp, quick slice through her pale white flesh.  Emma's eyes were wide as she gurgled weakly, her thighs trembling as the doctor continued to probe her moist cunt.  The nurse pried open Emma's belly, steaming intestines flopping out to slap against the operating table.  Emma jerked, her body held up by the hooks fastened to her nipple rings, honey oozing down her open thighs as the doctor removed his rubber-clad fingers from her slit and raised his mask to lick her nectar.  The observers leaned over the operating table, fondling Emma's greasy intestines, stroking her cold, dead flesh.
*****
 

Emma's shrill scream awoke Gwen from a sound sleep.  The blonde woman jumped out of bed and quickly slipped back into her red evening dress.  Cursing the lack of light, Gwen stumbled to the door of her bedroom and opened it.  Lights along the walls flickered erratically as Gwen went to the balcony rail and peered out onto the foyer.  Thunder shook the house, making Gwen bite her lower lip.  Gwen turned around, and slammed into a padded wall.

Two naked, bone-thin men sat on the padded floor, drooling as they looked up at Gwen.  Gwen pressed her back against the wall, her face revealing her disgust as the stench of the unwashed men washed over her.  She searched frantically for an exit, spotting the outline of a doorway just beyond the two masturbating men.  The unshaven men staggered to their feet, reaching for Gwen with cum-stained hands.  Gwen screamed, dodging the stumbling inmates and reaching for the door.
She felt for a door-knob, a latch, anything, but found no way to open the padded door.

Sticky fingers tugged on Gwen's bright, golden hair.  Gwen was pulled backwards, more hands clutching at her hips.

"NO!" shouted Gwen, punching and kicking wildly at the two grasping men.

Drool splashed across Gwen's face and breasts as she was pushed down onto the padded, semen-covered floor.  One of the inmates sat on Gwen's stomach, grinning vacantly as he tore the woman's dress to shreds.  The second inmate knelt between Gwen's long, slender legs, holding them apart, bending down to smell her crotch.

Naked and helpless, Gwen whimpered while the inmate on her belly squeezed and pinched her large tits.  He crouched over her face, licking her cheeks and drooling against her closed lips.  Gwen moaned softly when she felt the second inmate licking her pussy, nuzzling his nose in her patch of dark brown pubic hair.

The inmate sitting on Gwen forced open her mouth and stuck in his reeking penis.  Gwen closed her eyes and groaned while the man's prick slid down her throat, choking her.  The inmate pressed against her cunt sucked on her clit, his wet tongue roving over her labia and into her pink hole.  The first inmate dug his thin fingers into Gwen's gold hair, thrusting between her soft lips, moaning with pleasure as he fucked her mouth.  Gwen moaned, the man's cock sliding over her tongue, the taste of his meat making her gag.  The second inmate licked the insides of Gwen's creamy thighs.  He flicked his tongue across her anus, probing inside her rectum gently, tasting the sweet flesh of her ass.

The filthy, naked inmates rolled Gwen onto her stomach, her skin covered in their crusty cum.  The first inmate pulled up Gwen's head by her hair, replacing his stiff cock inside her slack mouth.  The second inmate sat on Gwen's ass, shoved his meat into her pussy.  Gwen groaned, lips caressing the shaft in her mouth, breasts dipping into puddles of reeking white cream.  The second inmate slapped Gwen's tight buttocks, cackling with glee, fucking the young woman's ass with insane abandon.  Hot, clinging semen exploded across Gwen's face.  She gasped for air before the first inmate thrust his dripping cock back inside her mouth, wrapping his hands with her hair, slamming his filthy crotch against her lovely face.

Sanity slipped away from Gwen.  She became like the things fucking her, an animal, conscious only of the cock in her mouth and the prick filling her vagina, stabbing into her, over and over...
*****
 

Beth tightened her belt before reaching for the doorknobs of the front doors.  She tugged on them, kicked them, pounded them with her fists, but the doors would not open.

"Son of a bitch!" snapped Beth, searching for another exit.  She spied another set of double doors on the other side of the foyer.  The woman ran to the doors and flung them open, revealing a well-stocked study.  Windows like the ones in the dining room flashed to Beth's left, lightning illuminating the dark, book-filled room.  Beth seized a chair and flung it at one of the windows.  The glass shattered with an ear-piercing crash.  Beth closed her eyes, waiting for the cacophony to fade...
 

Two doctors in blood-stained operating gowns held Beth's bare arms, guiding her to the huge iron isolation tank.  Beth screamed, attempting to break the doctors' hold, her naked flesh trembling from the cold.  One doctor held onto Beth while the other opened the tank, allowing a thick cloud of grey smoke to escape.  The doctor holding Beth jerked her head back by the hair while the second doctor fastened a leather gag around her mouth.  Both doctors pushed Beth into the tank, then sealed it shut when she was completely inside.

Beth was surrounded by clammy grey smoke.  She peered out of an observation port, watching the two doctors as they left the room.  Beth pounded on the cold iron, shouting, raving, spitting with demands for release.  Water beaded on Beth's bare flesh, glistened in her long, brown hair.  Beth started to float, surrounded by nothing but smoke, wisps of cold vapor that caressed her body, stroked her thighs, and teased her sensitive nipples.

Beth watched her sister Emma suspended by her nipples as men and women in gore- drenched operating gowns ate her intestines, dipping their hands inside the young girl's stomach to remove fresh morsels of organs glistening with dark blood.

Beth moaned as she watched Gwen lying on her belly, sucking on a naked madman's cock while another inmate relentlessly fucked her ass, grunting softly as he probed inside her warm cunt.

Beth knelt on the cold floor of the tank, her left hand pressed against the heavy door, her right hand placed between her legs, stroking her dripping cunt.  Drool flowed freely down Beth's chin, splashing between her naked breasts as she slipped a finger into her pussy, moaning with pleasure when the digit dug up into her tender vagina.  The pain-filled moans and cries of Emma and Gwen filled Beth's mind as she masturbated in the isolation tank, the grey fumes coiling around her ecstatic face, fondling her nude body.

The End.