A Weekend in Nightmare Hall

By Simon Grail

Three pretty women are trapped naked and defenceless in a haunted house.

Martine Stevenson, Kristy Halewood and Lydia Eveleigh, accept chauvinistic, millionaire showman Ansell Macalister’s live television challenge to spend a long weekend alone in deserted and supposedly haunted Durnsmore Hall. He thinks pretty, young women like them will be too frightened to stay inside the Hall for three whole days. However, if they succeed, they will win a prize of £1,000,000 each.

But the house proves to be anything but empty. Soon the three women have been stripped naked and plunged into a nightmare of sex and perversion; being made to satisfying the twisted lusts of people who claim to be the spectres of its former inhabitants, although they seem all too solid and human in their carnal needs.

Are their persecutors really Macalister’s stooges, who are trying to scare them to make the show more exciting, and also to cheat them of their just reward? Are they intruders who have infiltrated the challenge for their own amusement? Or are they really the ghosts of the cursed Durnsmore clan?

Wherever the truth lies, Martine, Kristy and Lydia have no choice but to play their games. If they survive this, they will have earned their prizes!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Fiction4All
• Release date: Mar 22, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463443491

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A WEEKEND IN NIGHTMARE HALL

2023 Edition

Simon Grail

Published by Fiction4All (Silver Moon Books imprint) at Smashwords

Copyright 2023 Simon Grail

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Author’s Note: All characters in this adult fiction story are at least 18 years of age.

Chapter 1

The three young, naked, women writhed in the restraining chairs under the hungry eyes of their merciless tormentors who cheered their misery. They sobbed and moaned while they jerked futilely against the heavy leather binding straps and metal cuffs that held them secure as their most intimate organs were smacked, pronged, drilled and impaled. Tears and saliva ran down their cheeks and about their gag-stuffed mouths to drip onto their bound, bulging and shivering breasts, tipped by nipples perversely swollen to India rubber hardness, which were turning from pink to scarlet and maroon under the remorseless lash of flailing spanking straps. From under the metal bands that bound their mammaries, gore trickled down their chests over their palpitating stomachs to seep into their already sodden pubic curls. The juices that dripped in turn from their gaping, engorged sex-mouths fell from between their splayed and straining thighs onto the mechanisms that were relentlessly grinding and impaling them, while their buttock cheeks clenched in a futile effort to resist the metal probes as they plunged and drilled deep into their rectums. The floor about their bare feet was wet with their own water, shamefully ejected from their dripping, plugged and pricked pussy mouths by waves of pain.

And through their despair and shame, each of them was thinking: if only I had not answered that advert… if only…

* * *

Are you a good-looking, healthy, single woman between 18 and 30 who is not easily frightened and isn’t scared of ghosts? If so, maybe you’re brave enough to spend a whole weekend in a genuine haunted house and win yourself £1,000,000! I’m betting my money is safe because I think women scare more easily than men and you’ll run away screaming long before you can collect a penny. If you don’t like me saying that kind of thing, then I dare you to prove me wrong! Fill in the attached entry form explaining why you should take part in this challenge in 20 words or less, attaching a brief CV and an up to date photo (bikini shots always welcome) and send it to me, Ansell Macalister at Three Pretty Women in a Haunted House Challenge…

* * *

The advert appeared in various forms both online and in the British print media, where it’s chauvinistic, patronising and sexist implications aroused a minor storm of controversy; which was no doubt exactly what its creator intended.

Ansell Macalister was a multi-millionaire playboy businessman and lover of a luxury lifestyle involving big yachts, private jets, fast cars, pretty women and high-stakes business deals. Apparently, he’d made his fortune in the brief intervals between marrying beautiful models, throwing lavish celebrity parties, having affairs and then getting divorced. He seemed to be an unapologetic throwback to earlier more hedonistic times. Some people said that his public persona and occasional acts of self-mockery were just an smokescreen to put rivals off their guard, concealing a shrewd business mind and a calculating image maker, while others thought he was simply a chancer who used his rough charm and driving enthusiasm to win backing for a multitude of schemes which fortunately paid off more often than they failed.

In other words, although his announcement of the Haunted House Challenge was totally unexpected, it was also entirely in character.

‘I’m not trying to offend women, I’m just saying what I believe to be true,’ he responded in interviews. ‘You want to make me eat humble pie in public? Then send in your application…’

What nobody could deny was that Macalister could afford to waste a few million on a crazy bet if he wanted to, and that he usually got what he wanted. He had his own production company, Macmedia, which would cover the event so that even if he had to pay out, he would probably earn his money back and more in programme sales and advertising. Maybe this was not just an idle stunt after all.

And so, despite the controversy hundreds of women did apply. Some were determined to wipe the smirk from Macalister’s face while others swallowed their pride because they needed the money. A few saw it all as big joke and a handful as a chance for their fifteen minutes of fame. The house might or might not be haunted, they reasoned, but where there was Macalister there would be cameras and publicity and agents and a chance to be somebody…

A month after the advert appeared those applicants had been whittled down to just three finalists…

* * *

They stood in a row dressed, according to the contracts they had signed, in identical tight white jumpsuits that showed off their figures, which were all good. Macmedia logos and commercial sponsorship patches were emblazoned upon them beneath their boldly printed names across their shoulders and chests, rather like racing car drivers.

EVELEIGH was a brunette with curling shoulder length hair. She had deep direct brown eyes, arched brows, a straight neat nose and shapely lips. HALEWOOD was a busty young woman with creamy pale skin and light blonde straight bobbed hair. Her pale blue eyes, neat nose and red lips were set in a rather open and innocent face. STEVENSON had long black hair tied back in a sensible pony tail, slightly olive-tinted skin and a heart-shaped, firm-chinned and determined face with an attractively up-tilted nose. Direct dark eyes shone out under straight no-nonsense brows.

To one side of them, its windows flashing gold in the lowering sun, stood a sprawling dilapidated renaissance mansion; all mock turrets and crenulations, high windows and tall chimney stacks. It stood in overgrown grounds enclosed by a high wall and was surrounded by wooded countryside.

In front of them were Macalister and a camera crew. On the other side, clustered just outside the big wrought iron main gates, were Macalister’s luxury camper van and the technical production vehicles, mobile generator, and crew trailers. Dozens of snaking cables ran from them along the side of the driveway towards the house.

A panning camera shot took all this in as it swung round to focus on Macalister who was presenting the show personally. He was not the most polished of compeers but there was something compelling about him that held viewers’ attention. Big, bronzed and dominating, sporting a saturnine beard, he flashed a brilliant knowing smile to the camera.

‘Welcome live to Three Pretty Women in a Haunted House Challenge. I am Ansell Macalister, and I will be your host over the next three days, which I know you will find entertaining, surprising and perhaps even shocking. You’ll meet our competitors in a moment, but first I want to introduce you to a genuine haunted house and the fourth star of our show: Durnsmore Hall in Wiltshire…’

As he spoke the broadcast feed cut to a montage of pre-recorded shots showing the Hall from every angle. Two wings extended forward from the main body of the house to enclose the sides of a courtyard which was approached through a high wide arch in a brick and railing wall. At the rear of the house an iron-framed Victorian conservatory had been added, jutting out into an overgrown garden terrace. Interior shots tracked through gloomy wood-panelled rooms, high oak-beamed ceilings and long dusty hallways, with bare floors and pale rectangles on the walls where pictures had once hung.

‘It’s abandoned and empty now, but for almost