Mrs. Richter carefully bent down to get a handful of dirty laundry, grimacing from the stiffness of her lower back.  The old caretaker dropped the laundry into the wash tub, waiting while the garments sank into the warm, soapy water.  She dipped into the laundry pile again, raising a pair of Neve's worn panties.  Glancing quickly at the staircase that led back upstairs to the kitchen, Mrs. Richter brought the panties to her long, hawkish nose, deeply inhaling the scent of Neve's crotch that still lingered within the soft black silk fabric.  Blushing, the old woman thrust the panties into the wash tub, pushing the underwear to the very bottom.

Afternoon became evening, and Mrs. Richter began preparing supper for her young guest.  The elderly woman was just sliding a roast into the fire-warmed oven when a knock came from the front door.  Mrs. Richter froze in place, her breath quickening, her heart thumping violently.  The knock could only be from one man, she hadn't expected him to arrive so soon.

The old woman shuffled as quickly as she could out of the kitchen, down a short hallway, and into the entry foyer.  A tall, thin shadow waited on the other side of the front door, Mrs. Richter swallowed before unlocking the portal and opening it.

The visitor was indeed a man, a tall, very thin man with pale, white flesh and dark, piercing eyes.  The man wore his short black hair slicked back against his skull, his hands were covered by gleaming black leather gloves.

Mrs. Richter pushed open the screen door for the man.  He walked into the house without hesitation, lowering a bag from his left hand onto the polished wood floor before removing his long, black coat.  The visitor was dressed in a richly made black suit, his tie was blood red silk.

"Master Jacobson," murmured Mrs. Richter, bowing as low as her aching spine would permit.

"She is still here?" inquired the man, taking a cigarette from the inside of his jacket and bringing it to life with a flick of a golden lighter.

"Yes, Master.  She has been accepted," replied the old woman, her face downcast.

"About time he finally picked one.  I'll join her for dinner.  Take my bag upstairs to my room, I'll be in the basement checking things over."

"As you wish, Master."
****
 

Neve went into the dining room as usual, dressed in a worn t-shirt and jeans.  She stopped abruptly in the doorway of the dining room when she realized a stranger sat at the table, a handsome man with dark hair and matching eyes.  He smiled languidly at Neve, taking a pull from a smoldering cigarette.

"Ms. Campbell," greeted the man with a nod.

"Hello," replied Neve uncertainly, taking the seat at the foot of the table, since the stranger had appropriated the chair at the head.

"My name's Frederick Jacobson the 9th," smiled the man while his eyes examined Neve intently.

"That's incredible, I've been reading about your ancestor!" grinned Neve.

"Enjoy the reading?" smirked Frederick sardonically as Mrs. Richter appeared with a roast- laden tray.

Neve blushed deeply, her face burning underneath the man's sharp gaze.

"I apologize if I startled you, I didn't know that someone was using the place.  I usually check ahead first."

"Why do you keep the house maintained?" asked Neve while Mrs. Richter placed a plate of steaming food in front of her.

"It's a part of my family, my legacy, if you will," shrugged Frederick, putting out his cigarette so he could eat.  "I've learned a lot here."

"Me too," admitted Neve softly.
 

After supper, Neve and Frederick went out onto the porch to smoke.  They sat along the railing, the night chill, the sky clear and full of glittering white stars.

"Have you been upstairs?"

"Um, yeah."

"Shocking, isn't it?"

"I've seen stuff like that in L.A.  Pretty tame, actually."

Frederick smiled, blowing out a stream of gray smoke.

"Why have you stayed here so long?"

"It's..relaxing," shrugged Neve, inhaling softly.

"You're more beautiful in person."

Neve smiled, exhaling smoke into the night.

"So why are you here?  Do you need a break too?"

"Family business," replied Frederick, turning away from Neve to stare into the dark forest.
****
 

Neve lay in her wide bed, covers drawn up to her chin, eyes staring up at the velvet canopy above her.  The ghost did not come to her.  She didn't know what to feel.  Relief?  Disappointment?
As the hours passed and nothing happened, Neve let sleep overcome her, perhaps it was finally time to leave the island and return home.
****
 

Frederick didn't appear in the dining room for breakfast.  Neve took her usual chair at the head of the table, idly picking at her meal.

"Where's Frederick?"

"Downstairs," answered Mrs. Richter, taking away the breakfast plates.

"What's he doing?"

Mrs. Richter didn't reply, she shuffled out of the dining room without another word.

Neve went out onto the porch for a cigarette.  The front lawn was covered in a heavy gray mist, obscuring the skeletal trees that surrounded the manor house.  Stamping the butt of her cigarette beneath her left sneaker, Neve went back inside and marched into the kitchen.

Mrs. Richter was nowhere in sight, but the dishes had been washed and put away.  Neve opened the door that hid the stairwell going into the basement.  The young woman carefully descended the stairs, the wooden steps groaning underneath her feet.  When Neve reached the foot of the stairs, she found the basement brightly lit by candles set on the floor, a disguised trapdoor left open in the far corner.  Neve picked up a flickering red candle and approached the open trapdoor set in the floor.  A wooden ladder led down into a roughly hewn chamber.  Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, Neve grabbed the ladder with her free left hand and climbed down into the hole.
The rock chamber was dark, Neve could barely see with her candle.  She found a tunnel that descended deeper into the earth, she tentatively entered the passage and followed it.

The second rock chamber was huge, with sloping walls and a domed ceiling.  Symbols had been deeply etched into the rock floor, a circle with a pentagram within it.  Braziers were lit at each corner of the pentagram, bright green flames crackling within them.

Frederick stood just outside the circle, dressed in a flowing black robe, a censer swaying in his gloved right hand.

"Frederick?"

Frederick turned, smiling when he saw Neve at the entrance of the chamber.

"Ms. Campbell."

"What the hell are you doing?"

"You read my ancestor's journals, surely you can guess?"

"You're summoning a demon!" exclaimed Neve, her eyes wide.

"Clever and beautiful, truly a worthy sacrifice to Asmodeus."

"I'm not going to be your fucking sacrifice!" shouted the young woman, backing into the tunnel behind her.

"You've already consecrated this place for the summoning.  You did it the first time you climaxed in this house, and you've done it many times, Mrs. Richter has been watching you."

"No!  That wasn't my fault!" wept Neve.

"Don't treat me like a fool, you wanted what my ancestor had to offer, you gave yourself to him, to your own uninhibited lust!"

"No!"

The air swirled behind Neve, she spun, stifling a scream when the black-robed form of Frederick Jacobson emerged from the ether to block the exit.

"The games are over now, sweet Neve.  Now it's time to pay the piper."

The ghost's frigid hands seized Neve's thin arms.  Neve screamed and struggled as the shade pushed her towards the waiting circle.  When Neve reached the living Frederick's side, the man tore off her t-shirt, then yanked down her tight jeans.  Sneakers and socks were thrown aside, followed by Neve's white panties.  Frederick the 9th took Neve's wrists and dragged her into the heart of the pentagram, pushing her onto the cold rock and snapping iron manacles around her wrists and ankles, the manacles secured to the floor by iron spikes driven deep into the stone.

"Just relax, pretend my dear ancestor bound you and is about to fuck your brains out again," chuckled Frederick, his left hand groping Neve's right tit, then sliding across her flat belly to her crotch.  Neve jerked on the manacles trapping her as Frederick inserted his hand between her thighs, rubbing her pussy.

"Loved you in 'Wild Things', wished you had gotten naked like Denise did," purred Frederick, kissing Neve's neck, his fingers stroking the naked woman's warm cunt.

Neve bit her lower lip, her body enjoying the man's attentions, her resistance broken after days of punishment and sex in the torture room upstairs.  Neve began rolling her pelvis, rubbing her pussy against Frederick's caressing fingers.  She turned her head and kissed her captor, moaning when his tongue slipped inside her mouth to stroke her.  Neve's manacles clinked and shook when Frederick lowered his mouth to her breasts and started sucking them, his lips slurping wetly as he covered her stiff, brown nipples with saliva.  Frederick slid his left hand over Neve's smooth thighs, stroking her chained legs, gentle fingers moving up to scratch and fondle her moist slit.

"Fuck me!  Fuck me, Frederick!" begged Neve, nuzzling the man's neck, her crotch pressed against his left palm.

"In due time, sweet Neve," smiled Frederick, kissing her passionately before leaving her side, returning to his place outside the circle.  The smoking censer twirled around the circle, leaving a cloak of thick incense over Neve's naked body.  Neve sensually writhed in her manacles, staring at Frederick, holding her legs open for his sex.  Frederick set down the censer, picked up a black leather bound book, opened it to the desired passage, and began chanting loudly.  The words jarred against Neve's ears, they evoked fear and loathing that nearly broke the sexual lethargy coiling around the nude young woman.  The circle and pentagram began to glow with an angry red light, the stone warmed beneath Neve's back and buttocks.

The chanting grew louder, the chamber started to vibrate, as if something were about to erupt from the rock at any moment.

"It is time to take her, Asmodeus awaits."

The ghost of Frederick Jacobson descended upon Neve.  She moaned from his cold touch, so familiar and desired.  The shade's long tongue caressed Neve's tits, slipped inside her cleavage, tasting her creamy skin.  Slender, corpse-white fingers wrapped around Neve's outspread legs, held them as the ghost entered her with his thick, chill prick.  Pleasure filled Neve's belly, she threw her head back, moaning while the ghost shoved deeper into her, stuffing her vagina to the breaking point.  The tip of the ghost's elongated tongue flicked over Neve's aching nipples, then slid across her shoulder blades and throat, leaving a trail of glistening slime in its wake.  Neve shivered at the tongue's clammy touch, her hips jerking as the ghost fucked her, stabbing sharply into her cunt, honey from her open hole splattering across her slender thighs.  The fat, black tongue slipped across Neve's lips, then slithered inside the manacled woman's mouth.  Neve moaned weakly, sucking on the gleaming tongue, massaging it with her own tongue as it probed deep into her throat.

The rock floor underneath Neve burned fiery red, it churned like soft taffy, molding to the curves of Neve's naked body.  Claws tore through the pliant rock, they grasped empty air, then found Neve's chained body.  The hairy, black-nailed claws scratched and stroked Neve, fondling her bare limbs, caressing her stomach and soft breasts.  Neve moaned around the tongue filling her mouth, her pussy gushed honey while the claws ran over every inch of her skin, touching, stroking her.

With claws around her arms, legs and torso, Neve began sinking into the soft stone.  Frederick Jacobson's cloaked, ephemeral form continued to thrust inside Neve, his tongue slowly slipped out of her open mouth and wrapped around her neck, caressing her flesh.  Neve's feet disappeared into the glowing red rock, followed by her ankles, then her knees.  Hands, wrists and elbows sunk into the stone, rock flowed like warm water over her thighs and belly.  Neve was lost in ecstasy, she didn't feel a thing when the floor finally consumed her, washing over her nude form like a tide across warm sand.

A gigantic clawed hand burst from the still pliant floor.  Blue flame exploded from the hand and enveloped Frederick the 9th.  The man screamed as hellish power filled his body, granting him long life and immunity to disease.  The flame and giant claw vanished, the rock chamber was silent, only the braziers providing warmth and light.  Frederick rested on his knees, staring at the empty circle and pentagram.  Neve was gone, as was his ancestor, finally laid to rest with his lover for all eternity.  Frederick hoped that when his time came, he would get a lover as beautiful and sensual as Neve Campbell.

The End.