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Fatal Frame: Sigma	By : Unaplicable Category: +M through R > Ninja Gaiden Views: 960 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Rachel and the Maidens
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Rachel pushed her blonde bangs from where they clung wetly to her forehead, she was regretting deciding to wear her customary outfit for this mission. The risqué cut black leather might enable her athletic and often ostentatious hard hitting fighting style to counter the hordes of fiends, however in the damp forests surround the base of Mt. Hikami it only clung stickly to her sublimely femeinine body and made her sweat even more. Rachel had already cursed her choice of garment since she first arrived at tbe edge of the dense forest.
The faint rain made her alabaster skin gleam, the water droplets ran in rivulets down the two thirds of well-rounded ass-cheeks and her deep valley of deliciously buoyant cleavage that her outfit; with it’s high-cut hemline and plunging neckline only emphasized her desireable body. The black leather displayed Rachel’s full E-cup breasts to great effect, barely covering her perky nipples, and pushing her sumptuous white tits together at the centre of her chest in a mouthwatering fashion. The outfit displayed Rachel’s subtle toned abs attractively, a slim belt rested around her Rubenesque hips, black leather garter straps stretched down to the top of the huntress's thigh-high boots, attached by silver buckles. Gloves reaching to her elbows of the same material adorned her slender arms. And finally, metallic six inches stilettos that connect to her tall boots.
She had tied her glossy platinum blonde hair in a ponytail that fell to the small of her back in a spiralling design, with lush silky bangs hanging down on either side of her beautiful heart-shaped face. Her alluring light blue eyes staring at the crumbling, apparently haunted bath house. On a rusted metal sign on the side of the road in flacking blue paint were the words; Ichiru Ryoka, Rachel’s inadequate understanding of the Japanese language had been a thorn in her side ever since she had arrived in the country. Rachel had travelled here because a number of tall tales and wide rumors, usually she would ignore such gossip of haunting - but not when they envolved her friend and ally; Ayane.
The Ichiru Ryoka was a squat two-story structure crumbling in a misty glade deep within the forest. Constructed of wood beams and panels in the traditional Japanese style that had long since rotted away. Growths of black mold and other fungus had already consumed larger parts of the entrance hall’s corners, vines and foliage had claimed much of the exterior walls, and decades of dust covered every piece of furniture or fixture inside, the heavy layer obscuring the affluent gold and carved mahogany of the fixtures. Cracked floorboards, shattered panels where the paper had long since decayed away, and bleached walls were evident throughout the bath house, Rachel guessed, she would need to tread carefully.
The hall was damp and humid from the broken roof, were water and mist had been allowed to gain access, and there was a sour bitter odour hanging in the air. But more than that, there was an almost otherworldly ferment of death, blood, and cold that Rachel didn't recognized. The place lacked the sickly heat and anger that permeated a area with fiends, instead it held a sort of cold sadness, almost regretful feeling that hung like a damp fog throughout the premises.
The fiend huntress began to methodically make her way into the building, through the shoji door, the sheet having long ago decayed away and now leaving the lattice frame unadorned. Rachel entered into the surrounding darkness, her thick white bubble-ass flexing and dimpling with each step.
Rachel reached over her shoulder and checked the war hammer slung over her slender upper back; the heavy weight of the green steel shaft and grip as well as the silvered-steel of the hammerhead. She shuddered as an ice-cold gust of wind flowed through the main hallway, she heard the old wooden structure creak and groan from the strong winds from the depths of the forest. The chilly air made her nipples tauten beneath the skintight layer of black leather bra cup that held Rachel’s luscious E-cup breasts together in a mouthwatering alabaster cleavage. Reaching behind herself, she dug the uncomfortable black material out from where it had wedged itself deep inside the valley of her plump ass-crack and rode high on her hips. The bottom half of her leather leotard had a high “V” cut, so no matter how much Rachel peeled her leotard’s seat from her ass-crack, it would still ride up when her walked and give her a disfortable wedgie.
This place is a real obake yashiki, Rachel reflected. She knew the folklore that surrounded the term, she studied it on the flight over, a ghost that would infest itself within the walls of a particular residence and haunted any who dwelled within. Not that Rachel believed in such foolish ideas, of course, yet the presence of some lowly fiend creature would explain the disappearances in the local villages. When the Junoesque blonde had questioned the local villagers on if Ayane has passed through; she had discovered that the daughters of the villages taken in the night. Perhaps that was why the straight-purpled-haired ninja had come to this disgusting, god-forstaken place.
“Rachel…”, whispered a hoarse voice.
“Who’s there?! Reveal yourself fiend!”, Rachel turned on her stiletto heels, quickly brandishing her warhammer. It was then Rachel saw her, standing a few feet away in the dark. The woman’s had the same long glossy platinum blonde hair as Rachel, but unlike Rachel, hers wasn’t tied behind her head in a spiralling ponytail, and instead hung loose and dishevelled around her beautiful face with thick glossy bangs. The white wedding kimono and hood did little to hide her curvaceous, athletic body. Even beneath the snow-white linen, her long muscular legs, with thick upper thighs curving into sculpted hourglass hips, then sliming into a sleek belly, and above, the woman’s full teardrop-shaped breasts were firm on her chest and tested the kimono tautness to its limits.
“Alma…”, Rachel’s brilliant sapphire blue eyes brimmed with tears, “no… no, you’re dead. You died for me. This is some foul fiend trick”. Rachel refused to let her tears spill free in front of this cruel disguise .
“Your sister would of sacrificed herself for you and did, yet you allowed Doku to doom her. She was foolish, innocent and was easily tempted by darkness, and you ignored her corruption. You fled rather than fight for her. Like a craven”, the hooded figure whispered harshly.
Anger and regret twisted in Rachel’s belly; she had disregarded her younger twin in her youth and had failed to keep her on the straight and narrow, and when she was needed to end Alma’s suffering, she had failed that too. “I do not care for your mind games, demon!”, Rachel shouted, defiantly.
Rachel charged at the fiend’s imitation of her sister and swung back with her warhammer…
Nothing.
The blunt face of the warhammer swished though the empty air with no impediment to its swing. The form of her sister bellowed like mist were the hammer face, while the rest of the figure’s delicious body remained normal, unaffected by the impact, or lack of impact. It was like a sandpainting of a beautiful statuesque woman where someone had smudged and smeared the tiny grains around the portrait’s waist.
“What the… some sort of hallucination or… hologram?”, Rachel asked rhetorically, confused. She immediately thought of the Vigoorian Empire; only that mysterious secluded country had technology advanced enough to create a hologram of such sophistication.
However, before Rachel could react to the false phantom’s apparent imperishable nature, she hear a low, unearthly human groan.
“Mist…”, the soft, feminine voice groaned.
Twisting round to face this new possible threat, Rachel froze momentarily in shock, as a slender woman with long, tangled black hair dressed in a long, black, formal furisode, with a black semi-transparent face veil and traditional ornate tiara-lime ornament. But that wasn’t what the infamous fiend huntress focused on; the woman’s skin was a sickly, pale whitish-blue and soaked with water. The woman’s irises were a pure dark black that moulded with her pupils, to create utterly black eyes. The feminine apparition was materializing from the grimy, decaying wall In changing waves.
Hearing more of the same phantasmal low moans, Rachel’s sparkling sapphire blue eyes widened in panic as more of the curvaceous ghost began pulling themselves free from the haunted structure in slow undulating ripples.
Rachel started stepping back slowly, tightening her grip on her warhammer, her full E-cup breasts straining against the front of her black leather leotard from her rapid breathing. She realised suddenly that her martial prowess was useless here; her counter fiend combat would have no effect on the slender spirits.
“Unnnghh!”, Rachel groaned in surprise when four pairs of arms wrestled and pulled her down to the hardwood floor, pockmarked by decades of woodworms and moisture. The indomitable huntress grunted as she felt all the air in her lungs get pushed out as she impacted on the floorboards. The semi-transparent hands managed to pulled her arms over her head, a shoulder width apart, their fluxional, gaseous limbs betraying a surprisingly high strength. Then with a sudden gasp, Rachel felt two pairs of mist-like hands grab hold of her slender, toned calves. There was a short battle of wills as Rachel flexed and tensed the sleek, sculpted musculature in her thick upper thighs as she tried to prevent the hostile feminine ghosts from spreading her long, beautifully feminine legs. “UUUNNGGHHH...!!”, Rachel let out an exasperated gasp as, her concentration slipped, her focus faltered, and her legs were steadily pried open.
Writhing against the restraining arms, Rachel realised she couldn’t even move an inch in their restrictive grasp. Her slender, yet toned arms were held down, her palms pressed flat against the wood’s rough grain. The faint shimmering forms of the ghosts were moving in now, stopping Rachel from rolling over and climbing to her feet. She couldn’t believe it. She was being cornered and pinned down by spirits. Rachel had fought and defeated countless disgusting fiends, abhorrent demons, and trained assassins - her kill count when on and on; she wouldn’t be subdued by ghosts now. She moaned when their icy digits grabbed hold of her slim, muscular waist and lifted her up, then effortlessly flipped her over onto her back. She was surrounded by pretty, curvaceous figures with lanky black hair that plastered to their upper backs and pale, clammy skin.
“Oh, God...," she moaned, bucking against the hands, their iron-like grip squeezing her wrists and ankles. “No, please. Not now...”, Rachel’s sensuous dark red glossy lips trembled with anxiousness and sapphire blue eyes rounded with panic. “Ngh…”, Rachel shuddered and blushed when she felt two palms on her thick white buttocks and squeezing hard; their fingers sinking into her malleable, feminine ass-flesh, clenching and jiggling Rachel’s bubble-contoured glutes.
Meanwhile another veiled ghost began sliding her fingers up and down Rachel’s slim belly; the combination of freezing fingertips and the teasing sensation of her hands made the blonde huntress’ squirm and gasp. The pair of hands moved up to trace the outlines of her full natural breasts, subtly making her nipples tauten up to what was painfully erect beneath the leather. The same phantom then focused on Rachel’s highly sensitive aureoles.
After several long minutes of teasing by two malicious ghosts that left her panting, they moved their hands up Rachel’s long, toned legs; squeezing the firm muscles of her thick quads and model-like hams through her thigh-high leather boots. Until they finally reached the soft thigh above the top-most belts; her flawless skin was warm, vital, and tender – it was here they paid attention too, and then moved to the high-cut crotch of Rachel’s leather leotard and stroke the ultra-sensitive flesh just above her sleek pussy mound.
Rachel was finding it impossible to keep calm as the incredibly tender skin of her most inmate spots were fondled. Her knees would soon start buckling, she knew, as she trembled on the floor between the two creatures, still held by their hands, and slowly being tortured to tears.
“Oh ghod! It’s… (ah!) too m-much! (Mmmm)”, Rachel moaned, her striking blue eyes rolled back into her head, revealing whites and droplets of perspiration formed on her forehead, bulging cleavage, and subtly striated bare abs.
The two black water maidens then groped the generous, perfect curves, and gravity-defying buoyancy of Rachel’s E-cup breasts. They filled out the black leather cups of her one-piece bodysuit with the right amount of well-rounded bustiness and distinction that made beautiful jiggles around, proud on her chest. When they were finished, Rachel’s tits were burnished red, and her exquisite pink nipples were too hard, almost painful. Rachel was now unrecognisable as the proud and statuesque huntress that had strode into the haunted house; she was a trembling mess now, panting shallowly and sobbing weakly.
With her cheeks flushed the maidens slide their fingers underneath the shoulder straps of her leather leotard, they dragged them sideways over her slender shoulder blades and down her sleekly muscled upper arms. Rachel’s swallowed nervously: “Oh no… please…”, she said as the skin-tight leather peeled away and gradually revealed more and more of her mouthwatering, pale, plump cleavage. They pulled it down to her upper toned torso, before flipping Rachel onto her front. She whimpered as her now erect nipples chafed against the rough floorboards. To elevate the pressure on her sensitive areas, she raised herself up into a planking position. Unknowingly, presenting her ass, where the seat of her leather leotard provided little to no coverage, leaving Rachel’s sculpted ass two-thirds on display, her thick, rounded ass-cheeks bulging slightly where the leather bit into their flawless alabaster surfaces. Between her muscular upper thighs, the slim black leather strip was stretched taut across Rachel’s most intimate areas, covering up a few inches of alabaster perineum.
The two maiden ghosts proceed to pull and tug the tight leather down her sleek midsection and, with a few extra tugs, over her hourglass hips and then down her limber, toned legs. Soon enough, both ghosts had free access to Rachel’s sleek pomegranate-pink pussy mound and pouty asshole.
“AAAAYYYAARRRRGGHH!!”, Rachel screeched as one of the ghosts eased first one, then two, and then three fingers into her tight, well-lubricated pussy, slowly opening her up. At the same time, the other sprit’s hands were all over her ass, squeezing and massaging her trembling alabaster buttocks, all the time moaning “mist”, in a haunting voice, then:
“F-fuck!”, The glossy blonde huntress gasped in shock, as the female ghost teased the tip of her slender middle finger slowly around the rim of Rachel’s extremely tight sphincter. she soread the Fiend Hunter’s glutes even wider apart, using the rivulets and trickles of sweat that rolled down between her bubble-shaped ass-cheeks and through her peachy flawless ass-crack as a lubricant to ease the passage for more of her slender fingers.
Glancing up because of the sound of a rustling furisode kimono as another maiden crouched down so she was face-to-face with Rachel, her petite oval features were almost completely hidden by an opaque veil. Only her black irises were visible, Rachel shuddered at the look the maiden’s eyes held; cold and merciless. The ghost raised her palm up infront of Rachel’s beautiful, model-like face, threatening her with even more torments. Rachel shuddered.
“Nnngh… no more…”, Rachel sounded utterly exhausted, fatigue, both emotional and physical coursed throughout her sublimely curvaceous body.
End of Part One
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