Slender Mansion Adventures

by Coulrophiliac

Summary:

You have been rescued from a laboratory by a masked man. He brought you to a mansion filled with dangerous and magical men. You don't know your name or where you came from, but the men here seem to be fascinated with you.

Chapter 1: Welcome to the Mansion

The moon was dark tonight in a small crescent sliver as dark clouds swept over and off of it, making a dull mosaic on the ground through the pine trees.
Tim fell his knee to the ground as he coughed thick red blood onto the snow. He didn't remember how long he had been doing this or even how old he was, but he seemed to be older than he used to, and sicker. Whatever hex the boss had on him and that mansion was taking something from them.
He wiped his mouth off on his beige jacket, which had already had stains from so much more blood on the sleeves, and staggered back to his feet, grabbing a large canister of gasoline.
Looking at the windowless research lab that he had been singly tasked to destroy, it seemed like a death trap waiting. Although human, Tim was one of the best the boss had.
As he trudged through the snow in the dead of night, sneaking up to a side door in the facility and putting the last can of gas by the entrance, his hands felt it as being any normal door, a small town like this wouldn't have any fancy security, which begs the question, why would he need to burn this place to the ground.
He slid his crowbar into the seam of the door and carefully slowly pried it, stealth is always a first option for him, unlike some of the others.
The door popped open with some prodding and he slipped inside. There were rows of counters lined with burners, flasks, tubes and shelves, the normal lab stuff, and empty as he expected, so he placed a canister in the middle and went back to grab another.
He proceeded down to the next room and the next, scoping out his approach, dropping his canisters in a trail.
Just then he found a locked door, with a thick deadbolt, the crowbar wouldn’t cut it this time.
Tim pulled out his 9 millimeter handgun and shot at the hinges with 3 shots, a heavy kick felled the door inward and to his surprise a lab technician was at a table on the other side of the room.
TIm shot another bullet towards the man, but he had already ducked behind the shelves.
Tim shakily groaned and dashed forward with his 9 held firmly in his right hand.
Just as he got around the shelf loud sirens began to screech and red lights flashed right before he had taken a shot right through the researcher’s forehead.
‘Why was he still here at this time and why was this the only locked room?’ Tim wondered as he quickly ran back outside to grab another gas can.
He ran back as fast as he could clutching the final canister and just as he was about to dump and run, he noticed that the back of this locked room had a fully glass wall, and through the flashes of red light he could see that there was another side to it.
He set down the can and gave a shot to the bottom edge and with a swift kick the panel had shattered and fell to the ground.
It was pitch black in this recessed room so he pulled out his flashlight and as soon as he clicked it on he could see the padded walls of the interior seemingly stained with bloody finger paintings.
Just then as he swiveled his light a woman with a gag in her mouth came into his sight.
Her eyes screamed “help me”
She was dressed in a thin white shirt and shorts with bruises adorning her skin.
Normally Tim would get rid of any loose ends, but this girl seemed to be tortured, and being in this laboratory rather than a hospital or prison intrigued his interest.
“Fuck it” he cocked his head in a shrug before telling her to follow
“If you want out of here you better be quick and follow, you hear me!” he growled before kicking the gas can over and proceeding through the other rooms, knocking each one down in a meticulous pattern leading to the exit.
As he turned around to kick another one he had seen that the girl had already done so.
Through his mask his eyes met hers for a moment before turning to the next room
In the final stretch the sound of reinforcements screeched into the lot, with shouting and doors banging.
‘Shit’
He could have forced the girl out first to distract them, but deep in his mind he needed to know who she was.
He flicked his lighter open and tossed it as far back into the building as he could before sweeping the girl into his arms bridal style and bolting out the way he came.
There was a pause before shots began to fire at them.
Tim got grazed on the arm but kept running, it wasn't a far sprint to the brush, maybe a few seconds.
After they were in the woods the shots ceased.
Tim whispered huskily the incantation
Just after his footsteps seemed to make a different sound, rather than twigs and brush it was now snowy gravel.
He panted as he slowed down, his arms relaxed his grip on the girl.
Blood pattered into the snow, melting crimson halos into it.
He looked to his arm and the blood had not yet reached the bottom of his jacket.
“Ah shit” he moved his hand over to lightly touch the girl's leg that had caught a bullet, confirming the blood on his hand was from her.
“It's okay just stay quiet” he whispered to her wincing face as he carried her around the back of the building.
Best to avoid the common room, he entered the back and quickly turned up the stairs, trying his best to be quiet while carrying her.
A quick glance into the hallway showed that it was empty and he proceeded up to the 3rd floor where his room was.
A quick peek into that revealed it was also empty so he set the girl down for just a moment to get his keys into the door and then picked her back up to conceal them inside of the room.
The racing thoughts in Tim’s mind subsided for a moment as the door shut.
He flicked the lightswitch on, his room illuminated with a dim incandescent glow.
The antique looking nightstand and dresser were neat and free of clutter, only adoring a small stained glass lamp, tissues, and a stack of papers with a notebook on top.
The walls had an old timey wooden plank wallpaper and the floors also adorned the wooden texture.
Nothing was on the walls except for a large cork board with a few strategically placed notes pinned to it and a map of the neighboring town.
Tim placed the woman onto his bed, it was firm and springy, with a grey bed set.
He put his two middle and pointer fingers through his mask’s holes and rubbed his eyelids with a soft sigh.
He was either in so much trouble, or the big boss was also intrigued.
Either way, she would be hard to hide from all of the other Mansion’s inhabitants.
Speak of the devil, there was a soft tap at the door, “what?” Tim answered instantaneously.
A crackly, deep wet sticky sounding voice, that could best be described as the voice a dark cavern would have, whispered against the door “you either are.. covered… head.. to.. toe….. In a woman’s blood” His pauses made you uneasy.
Tim put a finger over his mask’s black lips to you.
“Or she’s in there….. Tim” he finished coldly.
Tim opened the door for whatever was on the other side.
You were puzzled at why he wouldn't just lie, but Tim knew that there was no lying to Jack.
The thing entered the room and your eyes widened, it was in the shape of a man but his skin was grey and his face had hollowed out dripping black eyes, it took you a moment to even realize he wasn't wearing a mask and that was in fact his smirking face.
It approached the bed where you were and you closed your eyes tightly in fear.
“Who else.. knows?” he asked and Tim responded “nobody”
You felt cold sharp fingers touch your leg around your wound and your body trembled.
“Plans?” Jack asked as he sniffed at your neck. His breath was cold.
“She was in a cell in an undercover laboratory, I want to keep her alive” Tim said firmly.
“A laboratory… oh…” Jack exhaled as he felt the gag on your face “a prisoner…”
You opened your eyes to see what it was doing, you could tell for certain that he was completely devoid of eyes, and you assumed by his touching that he must be blind.
His hands slid under your shirt to your spine, feeling the holes in your skin, he let off a quiet growl.
“Come on Jack, she's wounded”
“Fine” he agreed before standing and walking out of the room.
The man you now knew as Tim, according to the grey man referred to as Jack, kneeled next to the bed, “I know he’s a creepy son of a bitch, but he’s really good at patching people up”
He seemed annoyed by his mask, it must get awfully humid behind it.
He reached up and pulled his white mask up over his forehead and off.
Your eyes examined the man’s tan face adorned with some greying facial hair.
Then Jack returned with a bag that he set down next to the bed where Tim had quickly, almost embarrassingly, moved away from.
“ok … Jane.. Doe…. First let's get this.. Gag off then.. Maybe.. You have a name…”
He turned your head to the side and examined the lock before grabbing a bolt cutter out of his grody bag and snapping part of it.
Like a sigh of relief your mouth was finally empty.
Your fingers jolted up to your lips and felt their dry cracked state, and then felt at your teeth, almost forgetting what was even in your mouth, and more importantly how to speak.
Tim eyed you in anticipation of your words, they both seemed to.
“Well… “ Jack hummed
You didn't even know what to say, “t-thank you…” you said shyly.
Jack shrugged “she.. Speaks” he smiled with his shark-like teeth.
“Do you have a name?” Tim inquired.
“I don't know” you say in almost a cry.
As you look at Tim, you notice Jack already feeling at your wound again with his fingers, making you hiss.
“Not.. bad” he spoke “Tim… a ..drink..”
TIm pulled a bottle of amber whiskey from a drawer and handed it to you.
You looked up at his brown eyes and hesitantly accepted the bottle, bringing it to your lips and taking a swig, you coughed and Jack made a growly chuckle.
“You're gonna want more” Tim urged
Steeling yourself you downed a few more good gulps of the alcohol and handed the bottle back to him. “Atta girl” he said softly in his deep husky voice
He kneeled down at the head of the bed and rested his hands on your shoulders
“Just breathe okay”
Jack pulled forceps out of his bag, wrapped them with a white cloth and poured rubbing alcohol over it, wiping it off.
He put one of his hands firmly gripping your leg and with the other he reached the forceps inside your wound.
Your body tightened up and TIm slid one of his big rough hands over your mouth.
Your chest felt warm and your head light.
Jack retracted the tool with a bullet clamped on the end.
Quickly he poured the alcohol into your wound and covered it with a gauze that was expertly wrapped around your leg.
Tim’s hand held your jaw closed and with the other hand kept your body down on the bed.
“Shhh its ok now”
“Are you.. Hit?” Jack asked Tim.
Tim, removing his hand from your mouth, pulled at his jacket sleeve, “already healing”
Jack nodded and put his supplies back into his bag.
“You know… they’re going.. To find… out”
Tim grit his teeth, “as long as Jeff or Toby dont”
“At.. this point.. I think… Jeff.. can smell… any woman in.. ehh… 100 feet..” he chuckled
“No I think that's just you”
“There.. Hasn't been.. a.. woman.. Here… since 1947…. And you know.. What.. happened to..her” There was a long pause, then Jack gripped your shirt “I.. Ate Her” he hissed at you.
Tim raised his voice “You weren’t here in 1947” he grabbed Jack’s shirt
“And you.. Would know?” he slowly released you as he squared up to Tim, He was a good tad shorter than Tim but not by much.
Your heart pounded with drunken blood as you hazily looked around the room.
Tim pushed Jack against the wall with a thud, “What do you want”
You quietly shifted your legs off of the bed and stood up in a hunch, keeping some pressure off of your injured leg.
Jack heard you and cocked his head at Tim
After a few steps to the door you feel a hand yank your shirt and spin you around to face the tall burly man, “where do you think you’re going?”
You look up at him with teary eyes and step backwards from him, bumping into the other man.
Your body jumped with fear as the thing pressed into you from behind.
“well speak” Tim demanded
“I have to use the bathroom..” you say shyly
Jack’s cold hand wrapped around your waist, “mm.. What do.. You… Think Tim?”
Tim rubbed his beard in an annoyed and thinking way.
You wondered what the big problem is
Jack whispered in your ear “the bathroom… is .. communal…”
“We can't chance someone else finding out” Tim looked at Jack
“Do you… really… think.. Nobody else.. Already.. Knows…?”
Tim furrowed his brow at Jack in confusion.
Tim didn't socialize much with the others at the mansion, mainly because the others either are complete nutjobs, or they are also antisocial, so he didn’t know much about the other’s capabilities.
“Have you.. Ever.. thought about.. How… you get.. Here.. from nowhere…. magically?”
“The boss” he said confidently
“Wrong….”
“Well who then?”
“Ben..… and if.. I.. had to… guess…. He’s.. been.. In this room… the.. Entire..time”
Just then a shadowy figure phases through the bed and fades back into reality sitting on the edge of it facing us. “I really wish I could say that I cared less about this”
The man rolled his dark eyes, “but, it is my job to keep this place safe”
Tim turned around to scowl at the man
“Tim” he raised a finger “before you say anything, I could go to every single resident in this mansion and tell them there is a live girl in this room” He lowered his hand and waited till Tim was about to speak to cut him off “or.. You could let me help” he smiled wittingly.
Jack had a shark-tooth grin on his face, he loved Ben’s sassiness
“And you'll bring her back, Ben?” Tim asked possessively
“Oh well lets see” Ben fluttered his feet, “I haven't left this place in over a century, meaning I haven't seen a female in person since then, sorry Jack didn’t happen you made it up” He shrugged, “we have access to the internet at least, but come on, nothing beats some warm skin”
Jack’s fingers pressed into your hips, increasing the amount of scared you were to be with any of these men.
“Buttttt~ i'm not an asshole, well maybe a little, but yes I will bring her back”, He stopped tim from speaking “uh-uh”, with a finger raised and slowly lowered “unharmed” He smiled
Tim wanted to rip out his own hair at the annoyance known as Ben, “fine.”
“Excellent” He stood from the bed
Jack began pushing you past Tim and to Ben
The man actually appeared normal like Tim, but when he phased through the bed earlier he became demonic looking.
Jack gave you a little extra push once you got closer and you practically fell onto Ben.
His body felt surprisingly warm through his shirt, unlike Jack.
His arms wrapped around you so that you were hugging him, “alright darling, let's get you that bathroom” his eyes slowly phased into a completely black sclera with bright glowing irises that looked like red lights at night in the rain.
His body phased into complete darkness, not just black but a complete void as if he was punched out of existence.
The illusion of heat drained from him leaving you with goosebumps.
You closed your eyes and suddenly you were in a large tiled bathroom, Ben whispered to you “luckily it was empty.. I'll guard the door, go take care of yourself” he let you go.
You spun around to look at him and he was giving you a smile, it was naturally creepy.
You walked towards a stall, your leg still hurt so you hobbled a little
Once you sat down on the toilet you felt so relieved and let out a very quiet sigh.
Once finished you got up to the sink and washed your hands in the cold water.
You don't know how long it’s been since you felt running water, you splashed it on your face and looked at yourself in the mirror, you didn't recognize yourself and just stared and stared.

Chapter 2: Tim and Jack's Dilemma

Summary:

Tim and Jack argue and "argue" about what their next steps are with you.

Back in the room Jack whispers impishly to Tim “they’re probably…. Fu.. cking~..”
Tim grabs him by the throat in a quick strike.
Jack’s laughs are strained but hysterical
“Why are you doing this.. What's the point of scaring her, I want her to trust us” he shakes him.
Black ooze seeps from Jack’s eyes and a drop falls into his mouth coating the crevasses between his teeth.
Tim huffed and kissed the grey-man’s back lips, pushing him against the wall, pressing his body against his.
Jack kissed him back roughly and nipped at Tim’s lip.
Tim spun him around and dropped him down onto the bed, getting down to straddle him.
His hands ran up his shirt, exposing his lighter river stone colored abdomen
TIm’s tan hairy hands ran up to the hairless pecs and pinched his dark nipples between his fore and middle fingers.
Tim and Jack had a long history, it was Jack’s job to stitch up the warm-blooded newbies, so naturally Jack had to have his hands on Tim many times.
Being an all boys murder fraternity, naturally most of the residents get handsy with at least a few others.
Back in the bathroom, Ben grinned widely at the door, using his vision to look into the room.
It is true Ben is pretty nosey, and maybe a tad perverted, but it did keep him out of drama.
Your fingers touched the mirror as if trying to wipe your face from it.
At least you still looked normal.
You turned to look at Ben and cocked your head at his grin, “what's funny?”
“Oh..” he giggled, “you'll see”
He stretched an arm out, beckoning you to join him.
You walked forward but not yet to his reach.
“What are they going to do to me?” you ask him
He looks down at you, his smile fading but not lost.
He wasn’t sure of the plan, although he was all seeing, he was not all knowing.
“I think if they were going to hurt you, they wouldn’t have fixed your leg” he glanced down at your bandage and then back up at your face.
You nodded at him, acknowledging he had a good point, before wrapping your arms around him again.
You felt that fade from warmth to ice coldness as you shifted back to the room.
Your eyes fixed onto the bed, the boys have not yet noticed that you had returned.
Tim grabbed at Jack’s black leather belt and rolled his hips against his, pulling up at his jeans.
He let out a growly sigh
“Tim..” Jack strained, trying to warn him of your presence he smelled over the musk in Tim’s red flannel
Tim, thinking Jack’s call was out of pleasure and not caution, continued grinding his growing wood against Jack, rocking his head back and growling softly
Jack grabbed Tim’s arm and shook it and pointed directly at you, damn his sense of smell was good
Tim paused and looked to the side, “shit” he jumped up off of Jack, leaving his jeans with a very visible lump in them
Jack let out some cave-like echoey chuckles
You stood there with your mouth slightly agape in shock, not confusion, more intrigue
Tim cleared his throat and adjusted his jeans, pulling at his belt that adorned a well worn buckle
“It’s -” before TIm could finish his lie, Ben cut him off “it is exactly what it looks like actually, but please continue, me and this little Missie will go for a tour” His hands gripped your shoulders.
Before Tim could even protest, Ben had shifted the two of you away.
“Oh God dammit Jack!” Tim stomped his foot and turned to grab him by his shirt, pulling him onto a better position on the bed, “take your shit off” he demanded before sitting up on his knees and throwing his jacket to the floor.
Along followed his flannel, Jack’s shirt, their socks, shoes, their belts clanked as their jeans hit each other on the floor, and finally their boxers fell on top of the pile.
Tim’s hairy chest and stomach rubbed against Jack as he kissed those cold lips.
Their erections rubbed against each other.
Jack’s curtains matched the drapes, not hair-wise as he seemed to be void of all bodily hair, but it did sport his greyed tone with a darker cool grey head that matched his lips and nipples.
The veins on it ran dark like the ones that adorned his neck and hands.
Tim was also matching with his thick dark curly hair that ran all the way down his body, stopping about an inch up his thick shaft.
Tim flipped Jack over and spit on his hand, stroking himself with it.
He leaned over the toned grey back, inserting himself.
He groaned in his ear, his hands resting next to Jack’s.
“Do you think he’s actually just showing her around?” He asked
“How.. would I.. know..” Jack responded, he knew Ben more than Tim did, but nobody really knew that much about Ben.
Jack gripped the sheet and let out a crackly moan.
“Did she smell weird to you?”
“Yeah… but.. Could just.. Be… chemicals.. From the… laboratory..”
“Have you ever seen-” he let out a shaky exhale between thrusts, “something like that?”
Jack was quiet for a moment, thinking. “No..” he had never found someone who was experimented on like that before.
Tim balanced on his left hand and moved his right hand down, caressing Jack’s ribs all the way to his cock.
Jack braced at the force of being thrusted into, Tim’s hips and gut smacking against his slender ass.
Jack’s muscles tightened up, his drool soaking into the sheet.
Tim quickened his pace a bit, hitting deep.
Jack moaned out a damp crackly scream into the bed.
Tim pounded at his prostate until Jack tensed up around him, clawing at the sheets with his black nails.
Just a moment after Tim gripped at Jack’s hips and shot his hot cum inside of him with a growly moan.
Breathing heavy, Tim loosened his grip, leaving behind darkened scratch marks as he slid out of Jack.
“Can Ben do anything to see if she's healthy?” Tim asked and Jack, still hovering over his black cum puddle on the bed, shook his head no.
“The clown?” Tim asked, He was desperate to find out why this girl was in a laboratory, why she didn’t seem to know anything about who she is or where she came from, and why she had those marks on her body.
Jack shifted onto his side “The.. Clown…. Seriously…” he chuckled “I mean… I could.. Get some.. Information… but” he paused “id have.. To be…. Real… real close”
Tim, in the middle of putting his pants on, looked at Jack, “how close?”
Jack smiled.
Tim finished buckling his belt, “Jack, you can't be serious”
“Look… I have.. To be.. Touching… to sense things… now.. Normally… that's by.. Wounds…. But… im sure.. Something else.. Would work…. Just.. fine…”
Back with you and Ben, he had taken you outside the mansion, your bare feet melted small bits of snow on the pebbled walkway.
You had never recalled feeling snow before.
You left Ben’s arms and walked over to the edge of the walkway and bent down to dig your fingers into the snow.
You squeezed the white fluff in your fists making squashed ice clumps.
Ben walked up behind you leaving some distance.
“What are you?” you asked him, still playing in the snow.
“I guess most people would call me a demon” he crouched down next to you.
You noticed how cold your hands have gotten from the snow and you rubbed your hands together.
Ben folded his large hands over yours and you felt a strong warmth almost instantly defrost your fingers.
“Well you're a nice demon” you smile
“Dont get too used to it, im about the nicest person here”
“How many people are here?” you both stand up, his hands still around yours
“Well you met Tim and Jack, then there's me.. And besides that there's Jeff, Toby, another Jack but he’s a clown, and Tim has a brother, Brian.. Then there's the Boss, but he's like everywhere and nowhere all at once” He explains, “but we also have guests that visit.”
“How do so many people know about this place?” you wonder
“Well Boss is kinda like god, he just wants to watch us, like a movie.. So more people, more drama, however” he grips your hands slightly "I'm the eldest, so that automatically makes me cooler” he grins “come on lets take a tour”
He pulls you along by one hand back to the doors.
You notice something different, your leg had not hurt as bad as before to stand on, “did you fix my leg?” you looked up at him
He paused for a moment, as if he had forgotten, “oh no, I'm not strong enough to do that, I just made it to where you can't feel it”
You look down at your leg and back up at him, “oh.. Thank you” You smile weakly
He closes his eyes at you in a nod before walking you through the door without opening it, simply phasing right through.
You look back at the door and then at Ben, then in front of you, looking at the admittingly very nice and tidy house for having only boys living here.
“Right now, we are phasing through the living room.. and here's the kitchen.. Oh and don't worry, we are totally invisible”
After walking past the bathroom you had already been inside, you ask him “so.. Do I live here now?”
He looks down at you, “well I assume you prefer that over being in that lab.. Or us killing you” he snickered
He floated the both of you through the ceiling onto the second floor, “okay, so on this floor we have Jeff’s room, Toby’s, Jack’s, and the one you were in earlier, Tim’s” he points to the doors, “and in the floor above we have Brian, Mine and the other Jack’s room”
Back in Tim’s room an argument was stirring
“There is no way in hell we can convince her that that is necessary” He growled
“You.. are the.. One… that wants the.. Answers” Jack raises his arms up
Tim grabbed the bottle of whiskey from earlier and took a swig, setting it down hard on the counter, “okay… fine, know what, you explain it to her then”
“Oh.. you want… me!.. To ex-plain.. It… me?.. The sharp.. Toothed grey.. Thing… ohhh yeah.. Good… idea” He waved his hands in exaggeration
“What if Ben tells her?” Tim rubs his chin, "they're probably already getting all buddy-buddy with each other… she’ll believe him”
“Perhaps” Jack gets up and pulls the soiled sheet off the bed, folding it into a nice square in his arms and pulling the comforter over the exposed mattress.
“Ok we just gotta find them now” he begins to go towards the door before Jack puts a hand on his shoulder.
“Nah.. man.. Just say.. His… name.. 3 times” Before Tim could speak he continued “like.. A genie”
“Bull. Shit.” Tim stated
“Im.. so.. Serious… do it” Jack urged
“Youre fuckin with me”
“Well.. I guess.. You don't.. Want.. the girl.. That bad.. Hmm?” He grinned shark-toothedly
Back with you and Ben, he chuckled under his breath
“Huh?” you cock your head at him
“Tim and Jack are attempting to”, he uses his fingers to air quote “summon me” he shook his head
“Why?” you ask
“I think it would be better if they explained that.. Unfortunately” he pinched in between his eyebrows, “ok.. Lets go”
He phases the two of you to the room again.
At the exact time you appear both of the boys speak simultaneously
Tim uttering “no.. fucking. Way” while Jack says “You need.. To let.. Me.. eat.. Your pussy!”
leaving everyone in the room at a loss for words

Chapter 3: Jack's Midnight Snack (You)

Summary:

To see if you are healthy, Jack must "eat" you to find out.

“Why would you say it like that!?” Tim questioned Jack
While Jack simply laughed in that slow echoey way
Tim hit Jack in the chest with the back of his hand
“Oh.. come.. On… no fun.. Tim” Jack teased
Ben rubbed at his temple, “okay boys, it's time for my late night tea, so I must be going now”
“What? No” Tim urged, “you have to explain it to her”
Ben rolled his glowing red eyes, “not my problem” he smiled before fading out
“God dammit” Tim slapped his leg “okay look, don’t listen to Jack” he looked at you, "he's a dumbass and what he meant to say..” Tim looks over at Jack
Jack parted his lips and shrugged before smiling again, he was finding this scenario way too funny
“Well that is what he meant, But its for a good reason and you need to listen okay” Tim continued
You stood there bewildered by all that has gone on in the little time you had returned to this room
Tim put a hand on your shoulder “we just want to see if you are okay and try to find out what happened to you in that laboratory” his eyes looked kind “Do you remember anything?”
You tried to think about anything prior to Tim breaking you out of the cell and you can't remember anything at all, no childhood memories, no what you ate last. You feel normal as far as you can tell, but you don’t quite know what makes you normal. You shook your head.
Tim sighed, “okay well Jack can sort of scan your body to see if you have internal damage or anything.. But he has to.. Uhm..” Tim is at a loss for words to explain this, “well you heard him earlier, he has to be close enough to get that information”
Your eyes filled with anxiety, “there isn’t another way.. What about Ben, he has powers”
“Ben can’t do that though, only Jack has this ability” He squeezed your shoulder lightly “I promise he’s gentle” He creased his brow, and looked back at Jack for a moment as if he was thinking, “give us a moment ok” He let you go and went over to Jack, whispering in his ear quiet enough to where you can't hear “Do you think she’s a virgin?”
Jack raises his eyebrows and whispers back “I.. mean.. You're the.. One with… eyes”
“She looks at least 25” Tim responded
Jack replied “she could have been there forever”
Tim scratched at his facial hair, thinking even more about the situation and how badly he needed to know where she came from. “Okay darling, look” he walked back over to you, “we aren't going to force you to do anything, but we really want to make sure that you are okay” he put a hand on your arm lightly stroking it “you get to pick, okay.. You can stay the night here with me and you don’t have to do anything, or you can stay the night with Jack and only if you want, he can examine you” he explained
You looked into Tim’s dark eyes, glancing over at Jack who was now sitting back down on the bed.
You didn’t have time to fully trust anyone, but so far, all 3 of the men you have met have been nice enough to help you.
You yourself were curious about why you were in that cell.
“Don’t… worry… I do.. Bite” Jack giggled
“He's joking” Tim quickly responded, shaking his head.
Jack’s jokes weren’t helping the situation, but you did admire his effort.
You finally spoke, “I’ll go with Jack”
“Hell y-yesss….” he hissed
“Play nice” Tim smacked Jack on the back of the head as he walked up to you two, “Hey.. don’t worry okay” he reassured you
You smiled at him
Jack opened the door and sniffed, that was his way of checking if the coast was clear, “ok.. Doll.. lets go..” he reached a hand out for you
You grabbed his cold sharp hand and he swiftly guided you to his room which was in the same hall.
His room was surprisingly neat for a blind person, however his cabinet knobs and counter tops were adorned with blood smears.
His room was slightly larger and contained a stretcher style bed with tools around it, for more intense repair.
“Does it..look..okay?” he asked you
You nodded but then realized he couldn’t see it so you spoke “yeah.. Its nice”
“you..know..I can..feel…if youre….lying” he squeezed your hand
You giggled and pulled your hand off of his "you're funny for a weird shark man”
Jack sighed longly, “shark.. Man” he air quoted and smiled
You eyed his bed, it was very neatly fixed, “you sleep right?” you asked
“I do.. Think.. Of me… like.. A vampire” He explains
You sat down on his bed and watched as walked over to the corner of the room and set his bag down on the counter, “how’s.. The leg?” he asked you
You looked down at your leg, “I think it's ok… Ben said he made it not hurt but he cant heal it”
Jack turned and approached the bed, “I thin-k.. It will… be okay”, he sat down next to you
You smiled, “is it hard not being able to see people’s expressions?” you asked him
“Work wise… no.. I can.. Hear… extremely.. Well…. However” he turned his head to look at you “I do.. Wish… I could.. See…. your smile..”
You felt your cheeks blush warmly
Jack slid one of his hands onto your arm, his cold fingers touching your skin, “if im.. Touching… I can… somewhat.. Feel.. your.. Emotions”
You looked into his black eye pits, “well… what am I feeling now?” you ask
He paused and smiled widely, “you’re not… as.. Scared.. As I.. thought…” his fingers traced up your forearm and his thumb caressed the crease of your elbow, “in fact… I thin-k… you.. Kinda.. Like me”
Your skin tingled at his touch, raising goosebumps on your skin
“Tim said you wouldn’t make me” you reminded
“Do you…” he pauses and emphasizes the word “want…” and continues “me to.. Stop?”
You pause, thinking about how nice it feels to be touched, for what feels like the first time ever, “no”
He smiles and begins feathering touches up your arm with the backs of his fingers, “do you.. Know.. how to… k-iss?”
You think, “I think so…” and nibble on your lip “its weird, I feel like I have but I can't remember when or who I ever have”
“Do you.. Want to… k-iss.. Me?” he asked, his black split tongue licks over his lips
Your body has a rush of hot feeling through your gut, “ohh” you hum in nervousness
“Your.. body… wants… to say…. Yesss” he hisses
You are still hesitant
“How.. about…. You lay.. Down and… ill go… real… slow…”
You can't seem to utter a word, but you shift yourself to lay down with your head on the pillow of his bed
“Just say… stop” he says as he kneels over you, straddling your hips and leaning down to kiss your neck
You turn your head to give him more room
His cold lips pepper kisses under your jaw and against your jugular, he lays down a lick under your ear
You let out a soft moan, your hand quickly shooting up to cover your mouth in shock
He chuckled softly before whispering in your ear “you.. Like that?”
You let your hand fall and take a shaky breath out, “I definitely.. Havent.. Done this before” you admit based on how strong your reactions are
“How.. are you… going to.. Handle… my tongue.. Somewhere.. Else”
“Oh my god” you press your thighs together in response to the tingling sensation
He slowly looms over your lips, giving enough time for you to bail if you wanted to
You didn't contest so he pressed his greyed lips into your pink ones.
You tried your best to kiss like they do in movies
Jack flicked his tongue between your lips
You moaned into him, your hips wiggling under his
He pulled back, “hey… you aren’t.. Bad” he complimented
His hands lifted your shirt up, you weren't wearing a bra so the cold air made your nipples hard
He moved his face down and his cold breath adding to the sensation on your breasts
Your back arched as his hands slid up the sides of your ribs
He flicked his tongue over your nipple and you squirmed
“Jack…” you whined as he tugged at the stretchy waistband of your shorts
The lab people didn’t care to give you underwear either
“You…ok?” he looked up and asked, his head now between your thighs, his hands on your shorts
You looked down at him, his black hair had covered his eye holes
You reach one of your hands down to caress his face and he leans into your warm touch
“Yeah, im okay” you say
“Do.. you.. Want to.. Keep..going?” he asked
“Yes” you almost said too quickly, but he could already tell you were excited
He pulled your shorts off and put them on the bed next to you
It looked as if the smell of your pussy in his face had made him drool
He licked you from hole to clit once, parting your folds with his split black tongue
The feeling instantly made your body feel warm and fuzzy
He licked the top of your pussy with his tongue flat brushing over your clit, like a dog drinking water
“Holy shit” you uttered before covering your mouth with your hand
He positioned your clit between the split of his tongue and pinched and rolled it
Your legs began to quiver so he wrapped his arms around your thighs and held them as he ate you out
You bit at your hand that was over your mouth, trying hard not to make too much noise
Jack lowered a bit and stuck his tongue inside of your hole
It reached deeper into you than you imagined, you could feel it stretching out your hymen
Jack moaned into your pussy before returning to your clit, making quick flicks over it
You felt your guts getting tighter
You couldn't stop your hips from grinding up against his face
After just a few more moments of your clit being licked so quickly, you screamed into your hand, pressing it as tightly as you could to muffle the sound, the knot in your stomach had turned into a tidal wave of hot pleasure over your whole body, the continued licks made your body twitch and shake, you put a hand down to push Jack’s forehead in attempts to get him off of you from the overstimulation, he stuck on for an extra few seconds to make sure your orgasm was indeed felt as long as possible, before removing his face, his jaw hung open as he panted, his chin and lips glistening with your girl cum
“Was that.. Good?” he smiled, licking off his lips
You uncovered your mouth and let out a shaky sigh of satisfaction “god, yes”
As he let go of your thighs your legs shook
He sat up on the edge of the bed with a clear boner in his jeans, he tugged at them to adjust himself
You watched him wondering what he was thinking, “so, did it work? Am I ok?” you ask him, hoping that the whole ‘he can taste your health status’ wasn’t a ploy to get into your pants, but even if it was, you wouldn't really mind
Jack brushed the hair from his face, “well… yes.. But….” he paused
You looked at him worried as you pulled back down your shirt and put on your shorts, “but?”
“I.. don’t-.. There was.. Just… something.. Strange” He continues

Chapter 4: The cat's (you) out of the bag

Summary:

Your curiosity leads to the rest of the Mansion's residents to discover your presence.

Jack reached out and grabbed your hand “I will.. Be… back.. In just a.. Minute, stay.. Here”
You nod and watch as he walks out of the room, closing the door behind him.
Back in Tim’s room, Jack opens the door and Tim almost immediately starts shaking his head and says “you are so bad..” He stands up
“Tim.. listen” Jack speaks but is interrupted as Tim grabs his arms
“Kiss me so I can taste it” he demands
Jack complies, kissing Tim, sharing the residual flavor of you
“But.. Tim.. this is important.. She-” He is interrupted yet again by an aggressive kiss
Back in Jack’s room you stand up and walk to the door, your hesitant hands grasp the handle and turn it.
Peeking outside the coast appears to be clear, you weren’t sure where you intended to run off to, but something in your mind demanded it.
You step outside of the room and look both ways again before walking towards the stairwell in the opposite direction of Tim’s room.
You step gently so as to not make a sound, but damn that wood was creaky.
Just as you were about to make a sigh of relief at the bottom of the stairs you are pinned to the wall by a man.
“Hey babes, I just finished a new playlist, I call it ‘fucked to death’, wanna come take a lis-...” he paused.
You were so shocked and confused at how he could have mistaken you for someone else. Still pressed against you, you can feel his semi chub and his hands grabbing at your waist. He was too close into the crook of your neck for you to see his face.
“What the fuck!” He yelled, holding you back at arms length so he could look at you.
You see his face, his skin is pale and, now you understand how he may have mistaken you, his eyes were huge and greyed over like a blind person.
As soon as he could recognize you as not someone he knew, his hands gripped your throat.
Your hands gripped as his wrists and you quickly kneed him in the balls, to which he laughed.
You managed to wrestle your arm up under his jaw and you pushed his head to the side as hard as you could, which loosened up his grip enough for you to pull away and as just a little adrenaline induced quick thinking, you punched him in the face, which actually phased him more than the ball kick.
You used that time to bolt to the other side of the room, grabbing a stool from the island area before getting into the living room and positioning yourself behind the couch and coffee table with the stool you grabbed held up in the pale man’s direction.
Back in Tim’s room, Jack finishes “thats.. What.. I tasted”
“No bullshit?” Tim gripped his arm
Just then they heard Jeff yelling downstairs, both of them bolted out of the room.
Back in the living room you had pushed Jeff onto the ground with the stool and was attempting to keep him on the floor by pushing at him with it every time he tried to pick himself up
You look up to see Jack and Tim “thank god.. Help me!” you yell at them
Jack goes to grab Jeff as he tries to get back up and Tim runs to you to create a barrier between you two
Then some new faces come down the stairs, 2 to be exact
One was older, tall with dark features and tan skin, he seemed less worried and more interested and walked slowly
However the other one, with fair skin, combed brown hair and glasses, quickly broke out into a full sprint towards you
“Fuck” Tim said under his breath before lunging in to grab the younger man
He growled, literally growled as Tim struggled to hold him back
“God Dammit” Tim pushed him back making him trip back onto the coffee table, but his recovery was quick so Tim elbowed him in the face, hard.
To your surprise the man wasn’t knocked out and was soon wrestling in Tim’s arms again
“Ben please help us” Tim begged out loud
Ben appeared in his shadow form, fully black like an outline with glowing red eyes, floating from behind he pulled the now curly messy haired man onto the couch, he was covered in darkness for a moment before reappearing with orange tinted goggles on, in a hogtie and with a muzzle on.
Ben stepped onto the ground phasing out of his shadow form and crossing his arms, he looked over at Jack holding down Jeff, who was still struggling, “Jeff, Cooperate” he demanded and in almost an instant, Jeff stopped
The man by the stairs just watched, propped against a wall.
“Okay everyone” Ben spoke, “I would say I'm sorry.. But this was fun to watch” he snickered “anyways, no more fighting, this lady here is our newest proxy”
Jeff spoke “A girl?”
“Yes, a lady, Jeff” Ben rolled his eyes
Before he could speak again, Jeff interjected… again, “is she branded?”
You looked at Jeff and back at Ben, branded?
Ben pursed his lips, walking over to you, “not yet, she just got here, but first thing tomorrow, she will”
You look up at Ben with some confusion and fear, but he looks down at you with a trusting smile that eases you
You watch as Jack extends an arm to Jeff to help him up
Tim turns around and gently grabs your arm, “come on lets get some sleep”
Jeff goes over to the couch with Toby and lays next to him, his hands touching his body, comforting him
Toby was still fidgeting and making quiet whining sounds
While you walked with Tim, holding his firm arm, you whisper to him “what’s wrong with him?”
Tim looks to the couch where Toby and Jeff are then back to you to answer, “he has manic phases, it’s not your fault, he will be alright”
You nod at him and walk up the stairs when he lets go of your arm and leads you up
You turn around to see the other man, Brian stop Tim by a hand on his shoulder
Brian talks quietly to Tim something that you cannot hear, “So you weren’t going to tell me, little brother?” demeaningly
Tim scowled at him, his shoulders broadened, “It’s only been a few hours”
Brian hummed “uh-huh.. Okay, have fun then” he let go of him, shooting daggers with his eyes
Tim scoffed and rolled his eyes before following you upstairs
When he returned to your side you asked him, “Who was that?” your hands naturally went back around his arm, feeling the firmness of his muscles
“Thats my brother”
“You don't like him very much” you say, not a question, an observation
Tim sighed out softly, opening the door to his room.
You walked inside and plopped on his bed, the springs bounced you a little
He looked over at you, something was troubling him in his head
Somehow you knew what worried him as he looked at the bed and around the room, "I'm okay with sleeping with you”
He looked at you with an eyebrow raised
Your hands clasp to cover your mouth before giggling, “not like that” you correct your poor wording
Tim took this to his advantage, “you sure not like that?” he stepped closer to the bed stopping just at the edge of it in front of your hanging legs, his shadow covered you
You blushed, “so everyone here is horny?”
He brought one of his legs forward and pushed it between your legs, “Jack did that for your own good”
You let the feeling take over your body, not really letting, it was too much to resist.
You scooted forward a bit, letting his leg press against your already wet pussy through your shorts, “is this for my own good?” you ask seductively innocently
You see part of Tim crumble within himself and he instinctually mounts you, pushing you down into the mattress
Part of you becomes scared at how sudden this was, but he did save you, so you should trust him
His knees spread your legs apart and you can feel his growing cock in his jeans press against you
You gasp softly as his heavy breath in your ear causes goosebumps to cover your body
He was breathing awful heavily
You jumped softly as his hands pulled down your shorts, you instinctually grabbed them to stop him
He didn't fight you and pressed his face into the mattress next to your head, as if fighting with himself
He was fighting to resist this urge
But couldn’t he just take you, if he really wanted to
He stood up off of you, pinching his brow, “you can sleep here” not looking at you, he turned and left the room
You sat up, assessing what just happened
Could he really not control himself enough to lay with you?
You laid back down, not wanting to turn off the light, you tucked yourself under the blanket
You wondered if Ben was watching you sleep
You smiled at the thought of it
If he was watching you, he definitely caught that sly smile
After a few minutes of thinking, you decided if Ben had the powers to relieve pain, surely he had the powers to help you sleep
You sit up in bed and look around before whispering shyly, “Hey Ben.. if you're here can you make me sleep?” you wait and look around again, he didn’t appear but suddenly you felt very faint
Just before you pass out you faintly hear a whisper from Ben “you got it princess…”

Chapter 5: One of Them

Summary:

You get branded to become part of the 'family', and you meet the clown.

You wake up to knocking on the door, you shoot up from the covers and turn to look at the sunlight through the window, it's morning.
“Hey.. uh” Tim turns to Jack and whispers “what do we call her?”
Jack shrugs
“Well what would you call her?”
Jack smirks “..sexy..”
Tim hits him in the chest with the back of his hand and turns back to the door “Hey Missy, wake up and open the door for us”
You swing your legs out of the covers and onto the floor, “Tim?” you ask
“Yeah, come open the door please” Tim combs through his hair with his hand
You walk to the door and unlock it for them and open it, “good morning”
“Hey glad you slept well, Jack made breakfast, come downstairs with us and eat” He smiled
You walk with them, “Jack can cook?” you ask, obviously asking because hes very much blind
“Believe… it or.. Not.. im the.. Best… cook here” Jack boasts
As you make it to the ground floor you can see the others, Jeff and Toby were sat next to each other on the island stools, Ben was on the couch playing a game on the TV console and Brian was in a reclined chair still giving Tim that judgmental stare.
As Toby glanced over and noticed you he almost choked trying to quickly swallow what he was eating and got up quickly out of the stool, his hair was neatly combed in a side part and he had his orange tinted glasses on again, he jogged over to you and stuck his hand out, still swallowing, “H-hey im s-s-sorry about last night, I was just uhh startled thats all im Toby” he spoke quickly.
You raised your hand to meet his and you shook it, he held your hand softly as if trying to be gentle.
“Hi Toby, its okay I was startled too”
Toby cocked his head a little “whats your name?”
“Oh..” you looked over at Tim and back at Toby, squinting your brow trying to find out how to explain it “well I don't know actually”
Toby pursed his lips in thought “o-okay then, Ma’am, nice to meet you, come eat with us!” He pulled you towards the kitchen island
You pause as Toby lets you go, you look at Jeff and hes still eating, “hey Jeff, right?” you ask, he doesn't answer, you kind of deflate a little “im sorry I hit you with a chair last night”
He pauses and turns to you “finallllly, that was so crazy last night, like thats never happened here before” he waves his hands, “anyways im sorry I tried to choke you out, or am I?”
You look at him confused “are you?”
Jeff continues “well that depends”
Toby interjects “Jeff gross come on”
He ignores Toby and continues “did you like it?” he asks you
You are a little taken aback by the question, instead of answering you recall “Im guessing you like that kinda stuff judging by how the kick to the balls didn’t do much”
Jeff puts his hand on Toby’s shoulder and speaks to him “shes fast” then turns back to you “I like that, but anyways… not at breakfast time” he reaches and grabs a plate at the end of the table and slides it towards you “eat up”
You sit in the stool and Tim and Jack join in the empty seats with plates as well, the meal consisted of eggs with salt and pepper, white toast with butter and hashbrowns
You are almost hypnotized by the plate and you quickly eat it up, very quickly
“Damn girl.. Were you lost in the woods for weeks or some shit?” Jeff laughs
You stop and wipe your mouth, “im sorry.. This is just so good, Its like… I feel like ive never eaten anything ever before” you giggle
Tim kicks Jack with his foot under the table and Jack raises his brows at him in acknowledgement
You notice their exchange “whats up with yall?” you ask, biting into your toast
Tim raised his brows, “oh its nothing, were just silly” he smiles with his eyes
Toby squints at Tim, knowing something is up too
“Wait so what's the branding thing Ben was talking about last night” you ask
Ben raises his hand and shouts “Jeff dont scare her, its not that bad, dont listen to him”
Jeff scoffs “says the demonic entity, shes human like me, its different asshole”
Tim explains “its like a ceremony, it makes you part of the family”
Jeff adds in “its super painful and you may just die like instantly”
“Jeff!” Ben shouts raising up from the couch and floating over, “we have all been fine, nobody has died, you just get to meet Boss and hes kinda.. Eeeehhh intense I would say, but its all fine I promise” He smiles, “oh.. And someone needs to go tell the clown”
“Fifty bucks” Jeff shouts
“Fourty” Adds Toby
“Thirty” Jeff lowers
“Twenty nine”
“Twenty eight”
“Twent-”
“Oh for fucks sake” Brian interjects “Ill go do it for free” he walks upstairs
Once he was gone Tim apologizes “Hes allergic to fun thats all”
Brian walks up the stairs to the 3rd floor which is mainly a storage area but did have one room made for Laughing Jack.
He knocks on the door and almost instantly it opens and a towering black and white, spikey clown opens the door “Brian” his voice was deep and dark. “Here for service or trade?” he asks
“Neither” Brian rolls his eyes, “we got a newbie, need you there for the branding”
“Oh? How old is he?” He asks
“She looks ‘bout 30”
“She?” The clown reeled back a little, he began to shrink back down to a more normal height
“God please, just come downstairs no shit”
The clown brushes his hand, transforming from claws to human hands, through his hair, turning it dark brown, “oh but you said a female is downstairs” his voiced warped into a more high pitched tone
“Fucking christ, Chuckle Fuck youre lucky I cant kick your ass”
Now in a bright colorfully, less spikely dressed, more pleasant human clown form he snickers “too bad for you, now move” he pushes past Brian and runs downstairs
He gasps dramatically as he enters the common room and whispers to himself “Brian wasn’t punking me” He walks over to you
Tim closes his eyes for a moment in dread of what's about to happen
He sticks his hand out at you “Im Jack, but since we already have one of those, most people call me Chuckles” he smiles widely
You grab his hand to shake it and it makes a honk sound, startling you a little
“Ooh hehe pushin my buttons already huh Doll?” he flirts
Jack speaks over his cup of coffee, “is he all rainbowy?”
You respond looking up and down at Chuckles whom begins to do a spin for you to see, “yeah and light blue, oh- really tight blue pants” you look at his little ass which is actually very nicely accentuated in those tailored pants
“Yeah you like the ass- I mean pants?” Chuckles raises his blue pointed eyebrows and puts an arm around you “you know.. I bet yours is nice too, in those little grey shorts- oh!” he yelps as Tim grabs his shoulders pulling him away from you, “she just got here Jack ass”
“Someones jealous” he makes a slide whistle sound
Tim’s hands tighten on him, “okay okay were coolio, I will stop…. For now my sweet” he winks at you as he steps away and is let go
Ben claps his hands once to get everyone's attention “okay outside everyone its time”
You all go outside into the side yard where there is a big section of stone pavers with a big circular symbol etched into the center of the area
Everyone seemed to know what to do, they lined up around the circle and got on their knees
Ben held your hands and walked backwards guiding you to the center of the ring, he spoke softly to you "Don't be scared okay, you'll do great” he lets go of your hands leaving you in the middle as he joins the others on their knees around you
You gulp fear down your throat as they all bow their heads with closed eyes
You spin looking at them all, wondering what's happening, then suddenly you freeze
Your mind pounds with pressure and your hands grip your skull in pain gripping your eyes closed
Your eyes open again and you are in a static void, you stumble backwards as there is no floor, you spin and spin looking for anything discernible
“Shes in” Ben speaks and everyone raises their head to watch your body as your mind fights in the void
You hear a sound shake your bones and the static begins to move creating an outline of a very tall and thin figure
The noise and pressure increase making you scream
In the real world your eyes drop tears down onto the stone
The noise begins to warp and sharpen into words that you still can't hear
Your legs shake and you notice you can no longer breathe, like drowning
You try hard to see through the static and make out the figure’s featureless face, the sound coming from it directly
You step forward using everything in you to, with every step the pain increased but the voice became clearer
You were just a few feet from the figure
In real life your body was covered in sweat and your body quivered and shook
The boys exchanged worried looks
You screamed out stepping forward to meet the figure at arms length he reached out his arm and dropped you down to your knees both in the void and real life, the words finally becoming clear
“Serve Me”
You opened your eyes back in your body, the scream carrying on there too as raw heat burned through your shirt and skin on your back in a large circled X symbol.
Some of the boys exchanged even more confused looks as the back of your shirt fell off revealing large circular scars all down your body
Your hands caught the front of your shirt against your breasts and you gasped for air
All of the boys stood and clapped for you
You could feel the flesh on your back cool as it healed back together magically into an instant scarification
All of the boys converged and hooted and hollered for you
Tim took your arm and pulled you back towards the mansion door “Good job Missy, that was badass”
You smiled at him
He began to take you upstairs and everyone else stayed outside
“So what are we doing now?”
Tim answered “well first were gonna get you a shirt”
You both giggled
“Then traditionally we throw a big party”
“A party?” you ask
“Yeah like total rave shit” He smirked