Jawbreaker (OC)

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Moving house was always a rather difficult process but you think that you’d finally settled into your new home, a couple months of unexpected surprises and general maintenance having managed to get everything into the places that you wanted it to be. The house was somewhat rural, being far enough from anywhere notable that you didn’t see many people but being just close enough that driving anywhere to get food wasn't a complete pain in the ass to do despite the state of some of the roads around you. Your housemate was friendly although you didn’t see her often,the woman mostly being away doing things she never really talked about although you didn’t mind since you liked the quiet. When you had bought the house you were shocked by how cheap it was, seeing that it was half the price of every other property in the neighbourhood and your real estate agent was hesitant to tell you what the issue was.  You were even more confused when you looked around and saw no structural damage which lead to the estate agent telling you why the house was as cheap as it was.

It turns out that your house had been home to one Thomas Allaville, a murderer who killed two people and was caught kidnapping a third before he was arrested and thrown in front of the judge. Allaville himself seemed to have no personality to speak of, no family or friends and no social media presence which intensified the public curiosity on the murders especially when the court injunctions were put in place because the crimes were so shocking. The curious thing was that the injunction stayed on even after he was sentenced to a whole life order, leading to more discourse and unrest from an already enraged public. The judges, stubborn as always, refused to release what had happened before it got leaked to the general public, supposedly by an annoyed lower level manager at the court although all names were redacted.

It revealed that nothing had been done to the third victim, the woman being found in his trunk half drugged and with her mouth taped shut, being no worse for wear physically even if she was traumatized by it all. The first victim was much more mysterious as it wasn’t really known what had happened to her other than that he killed her with her being no presence of a body and no hint at where her body could actually be. Any appeals for information about the woman after the arrest had gone silent, no friends or family ever showing up at the trial and it seems that the only reason that he got charged for her murder at all was because he admitted to it. The second victim was where the most interest was as she was the one that they knew the most about and what they could get the most evidence for.

You recalled that the woman had seemingly been tortured in every way that you could imagine, the police finding bloodied drill bits and hammers among the tools that the killer had used to maim and torture his victim. One of the most notable details, the one that you remembered the most, was that the final action he committed was crowbarring her jaw open which pretty much killed the woman right there and then. Much like the first victim her body was never found although they had always expected that it was somewhere in the house proper due to the fact none of her blood was found in the murderers vehicle although, no matter how much they dug around or how many floorboards they tore up, they just couldn’t seem to find any evidence that the corpse was there.

Since then Thomas was still behind bars, no one had any clue about who the two victims were behind bars and the house had been sent from agency to agency to desperately try and get it brought by someone. Given the price and location you figured that it was a fair enough deal,accepting the offer and rushing into buying the place, moving in by the end of that very same month. Now you were resting in your bedroom, your body laying straight across the bed as you stared up into the dark expanse of your room, the blue light that oozed from the night sky doing very little to brighten up the room. You wondered where your housemate was, figuring that it was late enough that she’d be home any second now, staring up at the sky and waiting to hear something start moving.

Then,after a couple seconds, you did hear something, the sound of something scratching against the wooden floorboards, the scratching coming right below you under your bed, meaning that she had arrived. You’d wish she just used the door but you figured that she had her methods and they worked well enough, the scratching soon stopping as a thump echoed out across the air, another one soon following it. Two more thumps would echo out across the air, the two of them following one another  before you’d hear the floorboards creak underneath you, your roommates back pushing against the bottom of the mattress. You’d stay silent, knowing she didn’t like loud noises too much as the woman started to move, the sound of her hands hitting the ground echoing across the air.

The woman continued her crawl, the sounds of her hands and feel hitting against the floor echoing out across the air as she slowly emerged from wherever she came from when she wasn’t home. You had tried to find out before but you never found any point of entry but you supposed everyone must have their secrets, hearing as the woman’s movements grew more and more clear as she withdrew from the bed. You’d look down at the edge of the bed to see that it was nothing but darkness before a white hand emerged to grab ahold of the bed, clutching ahold of it with a vice-like grip. You’d then watch as another hand shot up, pushing down on it as she’d yank herself upwards into the air so that her head and torso were visible in the dark.

The first place that you looked was her face, the woman’s skin as pale as snow, the woman’s black hair being long and mostly being flat across her back baring the few strands that had fallen on either side of her face. The woman had all the correct facial features but they were distorted, her eyes somewhat too big for her face with large black lines around them and her nose was flat to her face, lacking a central point and instead being more of a straight lime across her nostrils. Her mouth was her most defining feature, mainly due to the fact that she couldn’t close it which meant that it was wide open all the time, her tongue laying stretched  across the bottom of the stretched bone, her teeth having become sharpened with time as her hands impacted the bed. The woman’s body was also white but it scattered with varying blue and black marks, the marks having melted into her skin in such a way that they almost looked painted on as you stayed silent as she crawled on top of you, staring down at you with her empty and unblinking eyes.

You knew better at this point as to move, the woman seeming to react poorly to any sudden movements so you instead let her do as she wished, your eyes staring into hers as she grabbed ahold of the covers. She stayed still for a moment as you placed your hands by your side, the woman tapping against the edge of the fabric before she dragged it down, shuffling slowly backwards as her feet pushed against the mattress, the woman resting on her toes for the most part. There she stayed as she’d eventually drag it down to her torso, the woman’s fair sized breasts covering it with shadow as her hands rested on your thighs, a slight chill running down your skin before she moved her hand up to your underwear, the woman’s creeping between them and your skin in a slow, deliberate way.

The woman then pulled your underwear down, your member bouncing out of the fabric prison it was trapped in, the woman’s eyes moving down to stare at it for a moment before rolling back to you. She’d let out a groan into the air, the noise being deep and feeling like it was done using her throat then her voicebox as she would crawl down your body some more so that she was face to face with your cock. You’d feel as drool dripped down her gaping mouth, spit falling onto your cock in an attempt to lube it up as her hand positioned themselves so that they were resting against your thighs. A few more seconds of staring and drooling passed before you’d watch as she cranked her neck upwards, her hair swinging across the air before she slammed down onto your cock.

The woman's face rammed down into your face, the woman's nose burying itself into your crotch as her lips vaguely surrounded your member, the drool leaking out of her face increasing in intensity. She rested there for a few seconds before the woman's fingers digging down into your skin, a groan escaping her mouth as she would move up your cock, the woman's tongue winding and lashing against your member. The ghost took ten or so seconds to get to the tip of your cock, lapping away at it as she stared into your eyes, observing how you moaned and gasped at the feeling of her brushing against you. The woman then quickly brought herself down again, her lips hitting your cock with a loud thump and a louder moan escaping your mouth.

The pale woman repeated her movements, moving somewhat gracefully up your member before coming clattering down onto your waist, the woman’s gargling echoing across your dark room. You’d attempt to move your legs around, the woman responding by clutching them harder, her blue nails digging down into your flesh as she continued to move up and down your cock, the moonlight shining off your spit glazed member. Figuring this was the best leverage that you could get, you moved your hand over to her scalp, running your fingers into the long thin strands of hair that coated her scalp. You’d then dig your fingers down into her head, a slight gasp escaping your mouth before you proceeded to ram her down into your waist, her pupils dilating in shock.

After a few more seconds you’d yank her back up, feeling as her tongue would come to life inside of her mouth and start wiggling around your cock, smearing precum across your cock along with your spit. You’d then ram her back down again, another wet plapping noise echoing across the air before you’d bring her up with a single hand movement, her hands creeping up your thighs and onto the side of your waist. The woman would then move her feet to the edges of the bed, leaning her toes against the sideboard to make sure she could have some more leverage as she glanced into your eyes again. With her new position in place she proceeded to force her way down your cock just as you pushed her down, increasing the speed and the impact that occurred as she playfully lashed at your balls with her tongue.

When you moved her backward she would do the same, trying her best to wrap her tongue around  your cock as she brought herself down, the wet and warm organ being dragged all the way down your dick. You’d also feel the woman’s lips rub across your cock on occasion, the plump things rubbing across your member and smearing any liquids that had been languishing on it, aiding her tongue in pleasuring you. You also found yourself competing with the woman when it came to controlling her head with every single increase of intensity of your arm movements being responded to by her moving her head faster. Her fingers twitched around your waist, the woman’s nails scratching against your waist as the pleasure ran through her throat and tongue, the woman moans vibrating across her throat.

A few minutes more and the two of you had both reached the limit that your bodies could move, thrusting against each other with as much force as you could manage, her face and your hips taking the brunt of the force. The woman’s flat nose meant that she could go much flatter against your crotch then she could have done, meaning she could push your member deeper into her constantly clenching and constantly vibrating throat. Despite having your cock wedged down her throat she was groaning much louder then she did at the start of this affair, more drool frothing at the sides of her mouth. Your grip was so intense on her head that your fingers were digging into her scalp with you knowing this probably would have left a mark if her body was capable of actually being marked.

Your cock would soon start throbbing inside of her throat, pushing against her already tight throat and as such making the clenching even more pleasurable, more spit frothing inside of her mouth. You’d keep ramming her head into your crotch as she’d aid you in your approach, a feeling of pressure increasing at the tip of your cock, nestling inside of it as you’d watch as she stared up into your eyes. The pressure grew more intense by the moment, dragging itself down your cock until your member was entirely consumed by it, your orgasm hurling towards you like a train coming off the rails. Your orgasm would soon hit, a moan escaping your mouth as you clutched her head and rammed it into your waist, burying her lips into your crotch as a last gargle escaped your mouth.

Ropes began to spray out of your tip and into the back of her throat, the first volley splattering against her walls and causing them to twitch as a second wave of ropes coated her insides with a fine layer of white. As more cum escaped from you the more the woman gargled on your cock, the ropes becoming thicker and faster which only increased the litany of sensations that were running across her throat as her fingers twitched around your legs. The peak of your orgasm would hit, a massive bundle of ropes escaping your cock and pushing deep into her gullet, the woman taking it the best that she could as she gargled heavily. The ropes would subside somewhat,growing smaller and smaller before it came to an end, the last couple drops sliding out of your cock.

You’d relax your hands, letting go of her head and letting your hands fall down to your sides a moment later, the woman staying impaled on your cock before she pulled herself up from your member again. You watched as your member fell out of her agape mouth, your cock falling out onto your thigh as spit and cum dripped off your crotch, looking up to see the woman staring down at you before she let go of your thighs.  The woman proceeded to bend herself over the bed frame before flopping onto the floor, ending up as a bundle of limbs on the floor before she picked herself back up again. You’d then watch as she crawled under the bed again, the woman’s back pushing against the mattress before you heard the scratching echoing from underneath followed by nothing at all.

With that your housemate was gone, hiding in wherever place that she went too as you laid on your bed, staring up at the darkness as you’d figured that it was time that you had gone to bed, figuring it must have been 1AM at the very least. You moved your head to its side, the pillow pushed into your face as you wondered why the house didn’t attract as many buyers even despite its dark history, figuring that those who came before you had missed out on some good company. Eventually you felt as your eyelids became much heavier and you fell asleep, sleeping knowing that it would probably be a night or two until your housemate would crawl out from under your bed again.