The Perils in Pauline

An excerpt from The Perils in Pauline

Pauline crept down the stair slowly, candle held high, and pinched closed her sheer, lacy nightie. A cool draft curled around her bare legs and thighs.

"Is anyone there?" she asked timidly.

A distant, low groan echoed back at her, filled with that strange kind of sexual energy she'd felt before. It sent a sudden chill thru her that made her body quiver.

"Is— Is anybody there?" she squeaked again. But all the answer she got was a cold lick across her bare thigh that felt like an icy finger dragged up and pressing at the warm hole between her legs. She reached under her nightie and clutched her pussy self-consciously.

A raspy, gasping voice seemed to speak. "Let. Me. In."

Pauline hardly dared to breathe, but her heart was pounding so hard she could hear it. She crept back but saw her candle flicker and sputter, then go out. Suddenly, she was plunged into total darkness on a cold stone staircase in the depths of Haversgild Hall.

"Now. You're. Mine." the wind seemed to growl.

The pretty girl dropped the candle and crawled along the stone wall up the stairs. The cold draft made her nightie flutter and flounce. At the top of the stair, she found the wooden door and pushed and twisted at the handle until it gave, and the flickering light of the fireplace flooded the secret staircase and made her gasp.

She thru herself inside and pulled the door closed until it latched, becoming once again a nondescript part of the wall. She fell back against it, petting her pussy under her nightie. The bodice fell open, her large breasts exposed and pointed. The blood coursed thru her, her heart pounding. Her whole body shook, chilled and frightened, but also mind-bogglingly, freakishly, sexually aroused.