Chapter 2: Shower Head 2

Shower Head 2

Return of the Shower Head

 

By Ivaran Kealar

 

A year has passed since Anna Goodwin was found dead in her bathtub. The police were shocked to see her blindfolded by a flannel, marks on her limbs (implying she was tied up), having a wide smile permanently etched on her face, and the shower head wedged into her vagina. There weren’t any signs of forced entry, so they chalked it up as self-inflicted.

 

 

Chapter One

 

Three girls, that were in their twenties, had moved into Anna’s house. They’d bought it cheap off of the market. And thankfully, it wasn’t too far from their normal commune.

Sherry Palmer, 28 years old, had finished unpacking the last box. She had coiffed brunette hair and electric blue eyes. She was five feet and seven inches tall. She wore blue overalls and black boots. Her white T-shirt covered her 34C breasts. She was in her bedroom, and had finished putting her clothes inside her chest of drawers. She sat on her bed for a breather.

Shannon Wagner, 25 years old, entered the room. She had short cherry red hair, and forest green eyes. She was five and a half feet tall. She wore a light red shirt, a short red skirt and a pair of knee high red socks. She rocked a 36D cup.

“Great place isn’t it?” Shannon spoke with joy.

Sherry smiled. “Sure is! I can’t believe how cheap it was!”

Shannon sat down on Sherry’s chair.

Sherry then lay down. She redirected her focus towards her friend. “Say, where’s Tania?”

“Downstairs,” replied Shannon. “She mentioned cleaning up the bathroom.”

 

***

 

Tania Sharp, 22 years old, was indeed in the bathroom. She had her hair dyed purple, and her eyes were cognac coloured. She was five feet and the artsy girl of the group. She rocked a 32DD cup. She wore white cleaning overalls, and wore a white hat. She had a multi-surface cleaner, and she washed various areas of the bathroom.

Tania finished cleaning the sink and moved onto the tub.

She sprayed, scrubbed away, and she hummed a tune to herself.

After standing back up, Tania made her way to the exit.

Bang!

Tania dropped the cleaning supplies on the floor.

She turned around slowly, to find the source of the din.

Tania cautiously looked into the tub…

The shower head had fallen off its grip, and it had landed in the tub.

Tania relaxed. She picked it up by its hose-neck with her right hand – it had felt warm.

Tania had to stand inside the tub, so she could put the shower head back on its grip.

She continued to smile at the shower head. She climbed out of the tub.

The shower head watched Tania as she left the bathroom.

 

***

 

That evening, the girls sat at the dinner table in their cosy dining room.

Tania had changed into a black band shirt, her black skirt and black socks.

Shannon had tied her hair into a ponytail.

“Say,” Tania began, “can I ask you something weird?”

Shannon and Sherry looked at her.

Tania continued, “Did either of you take a shower earlier?”

The other two shook their heads.

“Ah, okay,” said Tania.

“Why,” laughed Shannon. “You didn’t want to take a shower, did you?”

“Oh no,” said Tania. “I was wondering ‘coz when I was cleaning the bathroom, the shower head fell off its grip. When I was putting it back on, it had felt warm.”

Sherry knitted her brow. “Then, why would it still feel warm? If one of us did shower, while you were buying the sponge and spray, then it would’ve cooled down or something.”

Shannon nodded.

Tania shrugged.

Sherry giggled, “Has the story of that woman got you spooked?”

Shannon asked. “What woman?”

“No-no, it hasn’t,” Tania returned. “I think it might’ve been my imagination.”

Shannon whimpered, “What woman are we talking about?”

“Oh, a woman that used to live here,” answered Sherry.

“It’s rumoured that she killed herself,” Tania added casually.

Shannon asked, “How did she kill herself?”

Tania groaned, “You don’t wanna know.”

Sherry nodded uneasily.

Shannon felt anxious. She went back to her dinner.

 

***

 

That night: Shannon and Sherry were fast asleep, but Tania was wide-awake.

“Can’t bloody sleep,” Tania muttered. She wore her green pyjama shirt and shorts.

So, Tania got out of bed and headed downstairs.

She went into the kitchen, and poured herself a glass of water. She gulped it down in one go. Before returning to bed, she heard something weird. It sounded like some sexual moans that were coming from the bathroom. Ignoring intuition, Tania headed inside.

The sexual moans amplified.

The shower curtains were drawn.

Tania saw a silhouette of a woman behind the curtain, writhing and moaning sexually.

“Sherry,” she stammered, “Shannon?”

She extended her trembling left arm and grabbed the curtain.

The mystery woman’s raunchy groans intensified.

Tania felt uneasy. Quick-as-a-flash, she pulled the curtain back…

There was no one there, and the noises had stopped, too.

Tania then looked all over the tub in a frantic manner.

The shower head lay on the bottom. Water dripped from its gaping hole.

Slowly, Tania wrapped her fingers and thumb around the neck, firmly holding it. She squeezed it tight as she was putting it back.

The shower head shuddered.

Tania froze.

The shower head shot some spurts of water from its nozzle.

Tania closed her eyes as some water squirted in her face.

The shower head stopped.

Tania opened her eyes. Her face was dripping wet.

She put the shower head back on its grip.

And after drying her face, she ran out of the room.

Tania soon crawled back into bed.

She’d locked her door, and hid under the covers.

Tania struggled to get some shuteye.

 

 

Chapter Two

 

The following morning: Shannon and Sherry were already sat at the breakfast table; in their tiny kitchen. Shannon wore her sky blue bathrobe, and Sherry wore a pink one.

“This house is amazing,” remarked Sherry.

Shannon hummed in agreement and smiled.

Sherry asked, “Have you got work today?”

“Nope, Tuesdays are my day off,” replied Shannon. “Besides, I need some rest from constantly being on till at the bookstore.”

Sherry nodded.

Shannon asked, “Do you have any of your Psychology classes today?”

“No,” Sherry replied, “I have a few tomorrow though.”

Shannon went back to eating her bacon and eggs.

Sherry read her magazine.

Tania stumbled into the kitchen; clad in her green pyjamas. She didn’t acknowledge her friends. She just prepared her breakfast, and brought it with her to the table. She sat down.

“Wow,” Sherry began, after sniffing up, “that coffee smells pretty strong!”

Shannon joked, “Couldn’t sleep last night?”

Tania shook her head.

Shannon pondered, “Why, is there something on your mind?”

Tania nodded.

Sherry asked, “So, what’s bothering you?”

Tania sipped her coffee. She explained, “I crawled out of bed last night, to get a glass of water. However, I heard some strange noises coming from the bathroom.”

Shannon asked, “Strange how?”

Tania sighed, “This might sound weird, but it sounded like a woman moaning.”

“Okay,” laughed Sherry. “Was this a dream, and you somehow watched yourself?”

“No,” Tania protested. She forced a calm tone, and said, “No, it wasn’t a dream. I went into the bathroom, and saw a figure of a woman behind the curtain. It looked like she was struggling, and making sexual noises... So, I grabbed the curtain, but when I pulled it back… There was no one there and the orgasmic moaning stopped.”

“Freaky,” whispered Sherry.

“Wait, there’s more,” Tania added. “The shower head was lying on the bottom of the bathtub. I picked it up, then something very weird happened…” she paused again. “It vibrated then it shot some water in my face – as if it was ejaculating.”

Shannon jumped up.

Sherry silenced her gasp with her hand.

An uncomfortable silence deafened the air.

Tania finished her breakfast. “I’m gonna get changed and then I’m off out.”

“Okay,” Shannon and Sherry replied in unison.

Tania took her bowl into the kitchen with her.

“Creepy,” whispered Shannon.

“Agreed,” replied Sherry.

 

***

 

That evening, Sherry was in the bathroom.

Sherry wore her pink bathrobe, and her pink slippers.

She wanted to forget about Tania’s scary story. It sounded too insane to be possible.

Sherry had filled the bathtub with soothing warm water, and blue bubble bath liquid.

She stripped off, hanging the bathrobe on a hook, and left the slippers next to the door.

Then, she carefully climbed into the bathtub, being greeted by the loving embrace of the water. She got the bar of soap, lay down, and cleaned herself meticulously.

Sherry looked up at the shower head, while rubbing the soap on her breasts.

The shower head was still in its grip: it looked down on her, motionless.

She leaned forward to put the bar of soap back on its stand. She shampooed her hair, rinsed it out, and lay down again. She rested her head on the inflatable bath pillow.

Sherry’s eyelids felt heavy, like she was in a trance, and she fell asleep.

While she was fast asleep, the shower head was no longer in the grip…

Sherry slept peacefully and grabbed the handles of the bathtub.

She felt something stroke up her inner left thigh – and she exhaled contently.

The broad object infiltrated her pussy – which made Sherry gasp.

Sherry remained fast asleep, with a wide smile on her face.

The shower head moved backwards-and-forwards within her.

Sherry’s hold of the bathtub’s handles tensed. She bit her lip and whined tenderly.

The shower head twisted inside her, it briefly vibrated.

Sherry opened her mouth, and released a deep moan, “Ooh!”

Her legs started to scissor gradually, her clasp of the handles loosened up.

Something underwater rubbed her breasts passionately. Whatever it was, it was gentle, and it was delightful: the object itself felt hard, yet soft. It focused on her perky nipples.

Sherry’s head moved from side-to-side. She was completely entranced. Her legs quivered, her toes curled. Sherry was fully allured. Her hips bucked and trembled. Water splashed out.

Finally, Sherry chanted, “Come on, baby, come on! Make me come! Make me come, baby! Make me squirt! Make me come with your massive cock! Make me come! Make me come!

“Give it to me! Give it to me! Make me cum! Make me cum! Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh yes! Oh yes! Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Fuck yes! Fuck yes! Yes, baby! Yes, baby! Oh, baby! Oh yes!

 “Fuck me with your cock! Treat me like your sex toy, Daddy! You’re perfect for fucking me! Fuck me hard! Fuck me rough! Don’t quit screwing me, babe! Fuck me to death!

“Fill me with your semen! Fill me with your spunk! Shoot your entire load in my pussy! Fill me up with your sticky love juices! Fuck me with that fat cock! I want it! I need it!

 “Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh, Jesus! Oh, Jesus! Oh, Jesus! Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh crap! Oh crap! Oh crap! Oh, Christ! I’m gonna come! I’m gonna come! I’m gonna come!

 “Oh...! Daddy...! Oh...! Baby...! Oh...! Fuck...! Oh...! Honey...! Oh...! Jesus...! Oh...! Christ...! Oh...! Lord...! Oh...! Darling...! Oh...! Baby...! Oh...! Daddy...! Thank...! You...!”

Sherry’s body trembled. She ejaculated. She panted. She smiled. She passed out...

 

***

An hour passed: Shannon came downstairs and entered the living room: she wore her red nightgown. She sat down in the armchair. She got into a comfortable position and relaxed.

Sherry came charging in. She wore her pink bathrobe. She didn’t say a word. She sat on the couch opposite Shannon. She hugged her legs to her chest. She looked traumatised.

Shannon worryingly spoke, “You okay there, sweets? You’re looking kinda spooked.”

Sherry nodded her head. She rocked back and forth.

“Um, are you sure you were okay,” said Shannon. “I mean, you were in the bathroom for an awful long time, and you’ve just left... Has something happened to you?”

Sherry shook her and stammered, “N-no! Nothing happened! I swear!”

“Are you sure,” replied Shannon. “You made an awful lot of noise in there.”

Sherry’s face flushed beetroot red. She remembered her hypnotic haze. She recalled waking up, with the shower head wedged in her pussy. But her hands had held the handles. 

Sherry whined. She refused to say anything else, and she stormed out of the room.

Shannon looked towards the doorway worried. She whispered, “Did something happen?”

 

***

 

Tania wore pyjamas, and sat on her bed. She saw Sherry run into her own room and shut the door. She looked at the time: “9:30 pm”. She thought that this was odd.

‘She doesn’t usually go to bed at this hour,’ she thought to herself.

 

 

Chapter Three

 

The following morning: Tania was doing the shopping in a nearby supermarket. She wore black jeans, black converse trainers and a pair of black jeans. The weather was warm, and she didn’t need a jacket on. She had a full week off from the video games shop.

Something was definitely up with Sherry: she was quiet this morning.

‘I’ll bet it has something to do with that shower head,’ Tania thought.

Tania paid for the shopping, and she carried her bags home.

 

***

 

Tania arrived back, and she had spotted Sherry sat in the living room.

Sherry wore an orange shirt and her blue jeans. She took notice. “Classes were cancelled,” she started, “the tutors said we could go home, due to an electrical fire.”

“Ah,” said Tania. “Well, I’m glad you’re okay!”

Sherry beamed, “Do you need a hand?”

Tania returned that smile, and she nodded.

Sherry got up and helped her out.

The girls put the shopping away, and had met up in the dining room for a coffee.

Tania asked, “So, you’ve noticed something’s off about that shower head too, huh?”

Sherry stammered, “How-how did you know?”

“I was remembering the story, and I’ve kinda pieced things together.”

Sherry reluctantly replied, “I...I thought it was a dream at first, a really sexy one, but then it turned into a reality. But-but-but the thing is it wasn’t against my will... I was seduced.”

Tania arched her brow and repeated, “Seduced?”

“I’ve never made those moans before, Tania,” said Sherry, “It was…”

“... Frightening?”

 “Amazing,” moaned Sherry. “Its shape, its movement, and its loving embrace! I know what you’re thinking, Tania, I felt ashamed at first, but… I really liked it!”

“You liked it?”

“I keep thinking about it: I even had a lucid sex dream about that shower head. This morning, I expected it to make love to me – hell, I even wished for it to enter me… but it didn’t.” Sherry’s smile faded. “Then, I figured last night must’ve been a dream after all.”

“I thought you said it had become a reality?”

“Well, I have this alternate theory, that I might have used it myself. I thought I was holding onto the bathtub handles, but I’m chalking it up as my mind playing tricks with me. I guess I’ve been so sex starved that I pretended the shower head pleasured me on its own.”

“Hey,” began Tania. “If you believe that it did ‘feel you up’, then I believe you, too. I mean, it shot its load on my face, when I held it in my hand.”

Sherry smiled and giggled a little.

Tania comforted her with a hug.

 

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***

 

The time was ten o’clock at night, and the girls were getting ready for bed.

Shannon had emerged from the bathroom, wearing her bathrobe and slippers.

She smiled warmly and said, “Ah! Nothing beats a lovely shower!”

Shannon came across Tania (whom was leaving her room).

“Hey, I heard you were just taking a shower,” remarked Tania. “Was it behaving okay?”

Shannon nodded. “Indeed it was. I can't believe how awesome it is! Well, good night!”

“Nighty-night,” Tania returned happily.

Shannon entered her room, and shut the door gently.

Tania headed downstairs with her toothbrush: she was soon in the bathroom brushing her teeth, while looking in the bathroom mirror. She was glad that Shannon was feeling fine – but she was a little worried about Sherry. She was deeply concerned with her mental state.

Tania figured that her friend might have been right: the shower head was a demented pervert. However, she needed some more evidence to back up this theory.

She bent over and spit in the sink.

When she looked back up, the shower head’s reflection had appeared in the mirror.

Tania turned around.

The angle of the shower head was different – it looked as though it was shying away.

She carefully looked back at the mirror in vigilance and brushed her teeth.

In the mirror, it looked like the shower head was watching her again.

She didn’t want to call it a he because she didn’t want to think of the appliance was alive.

A voice spoke, “Don’t trust it! It’s lustful! It wants to keep the three of you!”

Tania spun around.

No one was there.

She spat out the toothpaste in the sink again.

Bang!

Tania shot up. She looked towards the tub – the shower head had fallen off its grip.

Tania placed her toothbrush in the glass. She ignored her instinct, and she carefully made her way to the tub. She climbed in, standing up, her bare feet making contact with the tub’s floor.

Tania knelt down to pick it up. Something had stopped her right arm.

She looked and her mouth opened wide with fear.

A tendril had tightly tied around her wrist: it pulled her to the wall.

Some more tendrils then retained her to the wall.

In a panic, Tania grabbed her arm and attempted to break free.

Then, her left hand got pulled to the wall, and even her left hand got tied to the wall.

“Ah,” she screamed a high-pitched cry.

Tania fought hard against these binding tendrils. She felt like she was going to pass out. Tania couldn’t stop the water works. She felt a slight pain in her chest. Tania felt frustrated that there was no escape. Her fight or flight went into overdrive. She trembled beyond her control. She felt like her throat was closing in. Tania couldn’t catch her breath.

Tania’s panicking cries hindered her from calling out to her friends. She started sweating profusely. Her legs felt like jelly. Suddenly, the bathroom felt a whole lot smaller. Tania wondered what these tendrils were going to do to her. She remembered that wild rumour of the previous owner. She worried that the shower head would rape her to death. She wailed.

Then, many tendrils hooked into her pyjama shirt and shorts.

Tania watched in horror as the tendrils ripped off her clothing, revealing her naked body.

Tania gasped. She could’ve sworn that she was wearing panties

Tania then she saw what was left of her underwear, now in tatters.

The shower head moved by itself and stared at Tania.

Tania’s eyes widened with dread. Her lower lip trembled.

The huge hole of the shower head now glowed orange.

Tania stared back transfixed. She couldn’t turn away.

Then, Tania’s eyes turned orange, too. She smiled.

The tendrils released Tania, and allowed her to stand.

Tania climbed out of the tub and stumbled to the door.

She locked the door. She turned off the light. She giggled.

Tania then headed back to the bathtub and climbed inside.

Cautiously, Tania lay down on the tub’s floor. She gripped the bathtub’s handles. She put her legs up on the tub’s sides – her lovely bare feet were a few inches away from the wall.

The shower head looked down on Tania with its orange glow. Its liquid dripped.

Tania lovingly licked her upper lip, slowly, to tease the perverted shower head.

A thick tendril coiled around Tania’s neck – it guided her to lay her head back.

Tania obeyed. She laid her head on the tub. She was forced to stare at the ceiling.

Tendrils now bound the rest of Tania: They fastened around her shapely thighs, they fastened her hands to the bathtub’s handles, and they even fastened her ankles.

Numerous tendrils bound her lovely feet, and smaller ones bound her toes. The tendrils loosened and tightened their grip: They massaged her toes, heels and joints nonstop.

Tania closed her eyes. She smiled. She panted. She whimpered. She wanted it.

Now the show was ready to begin: The shower head left its clip and slithered down.

The shower head slithered in between Tania’s parted legs and crawled onto her body.

Carefully, the shower head bound Tania’s right breast – with its hose-neck – and gently tightened. It loosened its grip a little and tightened again – it repeated this pattern.

Tania whimpered. She licked her upper lip again. She whined, “Please, don’t stop.”

As the shower head massaged her right breast, it blew air on her right nipple and dripped water on it. It teased her. It rolled her nipple. It rubbed it. It then sucked on it, slowly.

Tania gasped excitedly. Her nipples soon ballooned. She softly whined. She had never received a breast massage before tonight. It felt so exquisite. She definitely wanted more.

The shower head loved that she loved this. The shower head freed her right breast. Carefully, its hose neck now bound her left breast and gently tightened. It loosened its grip a little and tightened again – it repeated this pattern. It even sucked on her turgid nipple.

Tania’s mouth formed a wide O, and she whimpered, “Oh, this feels so bloody wonderful. Yes. Don’t stop. Please. Don’t stop. Keep going. Give it to me. Don’t stop. Keep going.”

The shower head willingly obeyed. It alternated which breast and nipple it should worship. It took its sweet, sweet time. Its rubbery mouth serviced its slave’s nipples tenderly.

Tania moaned, “Oh yes. Oh, Jesus. Oh, Christ. Oh, God. Oh, Lord. Oh, baby. Oh, Master. Oh yes. Oh, Jesus. Oh, Christ. Oh, God. Oh, Lord. Oh, baby. Oh, Master. Give it to me.

“Keep going. Keep going. Keep going. Keep going. Suck my nipples. Suck them daddy. Suck my nipples. Oh, God. Oh, Christ. Oh, Jesus. Oh, God. Oh shit. Oh crap. Oh, Jesus.

“Oh shit. Oh fuck. Oh yes. Oh, baby. Oh, Lord. Oh, Christ. Oh, Jesus. Oh, God. Oh shit. Oh crap. Oh, Jesus. Give it to me. Fuck me all night long. Fuck me into a coma, honey.”

Tania’s body eventually trembled. An orgasm slammed into her. She panted. She whined. A broad smile illuminated her face. She loved it. She wanted more. She whimpered for it.

The shower head stopped massaging her tits and sucking her turgid nipples. It carefully slithered backwards, off of its love slave’s body – in search of a new prize.

Tania’s tits and nipples were now bound by numerous tendrils: The tendrils carefully massaged her tits and nipples nonstop, to make sure she could still feel aroused.

It worked like a charm. Tania whimpered. She moaned. She grinned. She writhed about. Joyful tears soon poured down her cheeks. She couldn’t comprehend the pleasure.

Tania trembled and her body jolted. She felt the shower head penetrate her anus.

The shower head squirted some of its water to use as lube. It moved to and fro nonstop.

Tania’s body shivered with intense ecstasy. Her mouth formed a huge O. She moaned.

 

***

 

Shannon had come downstairs, in her nightie, to get a glass of water. She had a good drink and had quenched her thirst. She then heard some strange moaning coming from the bathroom: she went over and pressed her right ear against the door.

There were some loud, orgasmic moans coming from the bathroom.

Shannon listened closer: it sounded like Tania.

On the other end of the door, Tania moaned, “Keep thrusting! Keep thrusting! Fuck me! Keep going! Oh, God! Oh, Jesus! Oh, Christ! Oh, baby! Oh, Master! Oh fuck! Fuck yes! Yes!

“Make me come! Make me come! I wanna come! I wanna come! Give it to me! Don’t stop! Shoot your water in my pussy! Shoot your entire load! Make me your whore! Fuck me!

“Please don’t stop fucking me! Fuck me! Fuck me rough! Give it to me! Please fuck me real hard! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Fuck me long! Oh, hell yeah! I love it!”

Shannon checked the bathroom door: it was locked. She banged on the door wildly.

There was no response, though. Tania was too lost in the throes of ecstasy.

“I’ll bet she’s abusing that shower head,” Shannon spoke with disgust.

Shannon then shook her head as she made her way back to her room.

 

***

 

Finally, Tania trembled intensely – she had achieved two orgasms rolled into one.

The shower head exited its slave’s arsehole. It now moved to her pussy. There was no need for teasing. The shower head carefully entered her wet pussy. It found her G-spot.

Tania’s hips bucked in response. She felt her G-spot being abused. She screamed, “Right there! Oh Yes! You can have me! I love feeling that big dick of yours! That dick of yours is huge! Don’t let it leave my wet pussy! My pussy feels wet for you! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!

“Fuck me with your cock! Treat me like your sex toy, Daddy! You’re perfect for fucking me! Fuck me hard! Fuck me rough! Don’t quit screwing me, babe! Fuck me to death! Yes!

“Fill me with your semen! Fill me with your spunk! Shoot your entire load in my pussy! Fill me up with your sticky love juices! Fuck me with that fat cock! I want it! I need it!

“Come on, baby, come on! Make me come! Make me come, baby! Make me squirt! Make me come with your massive cock! Make me come! Please make me come! Make me come!

“Ejaculate your semen in my pussy, baby! I want to feel you ejaculate inside me! I want to feel your sperm fill up my pussy. Fill me up! Fill me up so it comes out of my fucking mouth!

“Fuck me to death! Fuck me to death, honey! You feel so fucking soft, too! Your cock gives me such pleasure! Please don’t stop! Don’t stop! Please! Please! Fuck me! Fuck me! Yes!

“I’m your dirty little cum slut! Fuck me so hard that you hospitalize, baby! Fuck me into a coma! Give me brain damage! Oh shit! Oh crap! Oh Shit! Oh fuck! Oh! Oh crap! Oh yes!

“You’re the greatest lover ever! Fuck, this is better than using my dildo! Shit, I don’t need any other man! Yes! Yes! Oh shit! Fuck! I’m gonna come! I’m gonna come! I’m gonna come!

 “Oh...! Daddy...! Oh...! Daddy...! Oh...! Daddy...! Oh...! Daddy...! Oh...! Daddy...! Oh...! Daddy...! Oh...! Daddy...! Oh...! Daddy...! Oh...! Daddy...! Oh...! Daddy...! Thank...! You...!”

Tania’s buttocks smacked violently against the tub floor. She squirted hard. Tania gasped hard. She lost consciousness. Her body quaked. Tania had a widened smile on her face.

After the shower head ejaculated in its slave’s pussy, it fell into a dormant state.

 

 

Chapter Four

 

Tania suddenly jolted. She was aroused and frightened. “Where... Where am I? I’m not in my pyjamas, they got ripped off! Those-those tendril things! And then the shower head!”

“It’s okay,” said Sherry. “You’re safe, Tania! You’re back in your own room!”

Tania then hugged her and Sherry returned the embrace.

Tania wore a black dress – which matched her underwear.

Tania’s eyes were back to normal.

Sherry wore her pyjamas and her slippers, too.

Sherry explained that Shannon had to forcibly unlock the bathroom door. Shannon and Sherry had found Tania nude in the tub, smiling, with the shower head cuddling her. The shower head had to be removed from her body, and Tania was escorted to her bedroom.

“I enjoyed it... I-I enjoyed what it was doing to me, Sherry,” Tania whined in shame. “Oh, god, it felt wrong, but so fucking good! I just can't resist it. It wants us!”

Sherry whimpered, “What are you saying?”

“It wants us! It wants us badly, Sherry! You didn’t have a dream; it sexually molested you when you were taking a bath! It had its way with me last night. I mean... It has this weird hypnotic power. It got inside my head. I could hear it too. It entered my mind. Not only was it pounding my pussy hard; it was pounding my mind hard. And I fucking loved it!”

Sherry whispered, “I wasn’t dreaming?”

Tania shook her head.

“Did,” Sherry paused, collecting her words, “did it do the same to you, as it did to me?”

Tania explained what had happened to her, but she sounded incredibly aroused.

“Well, anyway, you’re safe now, sweetie,” Sherry reassured her.

Tania grinned.

Sherry stood up. “Will you be okay for a while? I kinda want to get changed.”

Tania nodded.

Sherry then left the room, and closed the door.

Tania remembered the verboten satisfaction from last. She gasped softly. She grabbed her crotch, and let out a shuddering sigh. She still felt a tiny bit of His presence in her mind.

 

 

Chapter Five

 

Tania lay on her bed, trying to read a book of hers.

The door creaked open slowly.

Tania squealed with dread.

In came Sherry, waving merrily. She wore a blue skirt and a matching blue shirt.

Tania relaxed more. “Thank god it’s you,” she said, “I thought it was something else.”

Sherry asked, “Who or what?”

“The shower head,” clarified Tania.

Sherry giggled, “Don’t worry, it can’t come up here.”

Tania smiled.

Sherry pondered, “So, what are we going to do about it?”

“No idea: He seems to love the two of us, and it escalated to how it fondled the both of us,” said Tania. “I have no idea on how we’re gonna beat it!”

“This is all so fucked up,” said Sherry, “I mean, how did he become...”

“... Angry,” a voice interrupted Sherry.

The girls turned around.

A disrobed female figure appeared in front of them: It was Anna Goodwin’s ghost. She had hazel eyes; was five foot five inches tall; and had wispy, cherry hair.

The girls screamed, in high-pitched terror.

Sherry re-grouped with Tania quite quickly.

“Please, I do not wish you any harm,” said Anna. “I came here to explain things to you. You see, when I was alive, I used the shower head for recreational uses. I was cruel to it. It came to live one night, when I was taking a bath. I don’t know how it did this, but it controlled the bath to hold me hostage with these tiny wires. It raped me to death.”

“I thought someone like you would’ve liked that,” Tania sneered.

Anna smiled. “Indeed I did like it at first. In fact, I really loved it. Then, it started to keep going, and going, and going… My heart couldn’t cope with such stress, or so I thought.”

Sherry whispered, “It killed you?”

Anna nodded.

Tania asked, “Why didn’t it kill me and Sherry? The tendrils had me restrained, but the shower head didn’t kill me. In fact, it even hypnotised me into wanting to be fucked by it.”

Anna explained, “The both of you were gentle with you, my dear. And since it mistook your gentle nature as an expression of love, it craved to return such love to you. The tendrils, however, they were ordered by their master to tie you up. Now, you two must hurry downstairs; your friend is in grave danger! Hurry, before He kills her!”

Tania gasped, “Shannon!”

Sherry and Tania rushed out of the room.

Anna’s ghost looked sad.

 

***

 

Tania and Sherry soon banged on the bathroom door.

“Shannon! Shannon! Shannon,” they screamed in unison.

They started shoulder barging the door; with success, it burst open.

The girls searched around in a frantic manner.

There was some muffled moaning coming from the tub – the curtains were drawn.

Tania grabbed the curtain and pulled it back with no hesitation.

Shannon was tied down on the bathtub’s bottom: her legs were spread wide open, her eyes blindfolded by the flannel, a bar of soap was sticking out of her mouth, and the shower head was thrusting hard and deep within her pussy. The tendrils were stroking her nipples. Shannon’s willpower had subsided: she was stuck under a hypnotic trance.

Tania tried freeing her friend by pulling off the tendrils.

Sherry stood aside, paralysed with fear.

“It’s... It’s no use,” cried Tania. “I can’t undo these, these things!”

Shannon was oblivious. She still felt the shower head slide in-and-out.

Anna asked, “Trying to kill her the same way you killed me?”

The shower head stopped.

The flannel flew off of Shannon’s face – and the bar of soap was pulled out of her mouth.

“Uh,” Shannon moaned, gently.

The tendrils then liberated her.

Shannon couldn’t move – she was exhausted.

Something invisible pulled the shower head out of Shannon’s pussy.

The figure became visible: it was Anna and she was furious.

“I should’ve listened to my friend, Sophie,” she hissed.

Tania covered Shannon with a towel and Sherry helped pick her up.

The three girls left the bathroom.

The shower head couldn’t escape Anna’s clutches.

Anna purred, “You shouldn’t be playing around with good girls, when bad girls are so much better!” She ripped the shower head out, and they both vanished...

 

***

 

Shannon had changed into her bathrobe. She explained, “It... It just advanced on me! It somehow told the bar of soap to stop me from screaming, and he forced himself on me! I also fell into some strange trance that made me want to fall asleep!”

Tania asked, “Why was it rough with you, and not with us?”

Shannon looked down, like a scolded child. “It hated me because I kinda mistreated it like Anna did and it wanted to punish me. Plus, it hated the fact that I separated it from Tania.”

Tania and Sherry comforted Shannon with a cuddle. It was finally over.

The girls decided to remain in the house, now the offending shower head was gone.

 

***

 

That evening: Tania was taking a bath. She lay back, and rested her head on the inflatable bath pillow. She closed her eyes. Tania held onto the bathtub’s handles.

Tania thought about how Anna abusing the shower head for years made it angry and libidinous. No matter. They were safe now. Everything turned out fine.

Something penetrated Tania’s pussy, roughly: It moved back and forth.

Tania tightened her grip, and her mouth formed a big O.  

She moaned, softly, “Oh fuck! Oh shit! Oh yes!”

Tania came to her senses. Her eyes opened in alarm.

She screamed, “Shannon! Sherry! Help...!”

 

The End

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