by KajiraGames.
Chapter 18: The Haunted Hotel.
The Ocean House Hotel was a daunting place. If it wasn't an essential step towards the quest that the Prince had given her, Roberta would never have gone there. Right from the start, chandeliers tried to drop on her and lightbulbs exploded as she passed, as if the whole building hated her.
In the basement she saw the apparition of a woman running and gasping in terror. A trail of clues led her to more and more parts of the hotel. But each time she bent over to retrieve a key or examine a paper, some object would fly across the room and hit her in the ass, making her yelp.
In a kitchen, dozens of utensils came flying towards her backside as she tried to find a way out. It was getting very annoying - even poltergeists were affected by her 'spank-me' mental aura. But usually, Roberta had been free to achieve her objectives once people she met had their way and gave her butt a good walloping.
So she decided to let the ghost do what it wanted. In a corner of the kitchen, she bent over and let the saucepans and plates hit her behind. It hurt severely. "Ow! Ow! Poltergeist's punishment, pelting pots and pans at posterior, produces prolific pain! Yeow!"
But it worked. The poltergeist was appeased after a while, and threw a large pot at the exit door, breaking it down for her. Roberta's bottom was covered in bruises, but these began to fade immediately as her vampire flesh always recovered quickly.
After crawling through a vent and almost being squashed by a plummeting elevator, Roberta at last found herself on one of the residential floors. She began searching for the ghost's personal item that would, according to Therese, help to exorcize it.
Suddenly, Roberta felt a tugging on her skirt that held her back. Her clothing was in an invisible but iron grip that stopped her advancing. She struggled out of the mini-skirt, and was able to move a few more steps. But then her top was grasped in the same way, and she had to shed that too.
By the time she reached a hole in the floor and prepared to jump over it, she was down to her panties only. She ran and leapt over the gap in the floorboards, breasts bouncing with the effort. But in mid flight, her thong underwear was grabbed by the same invisible hand. Her jump sent her flying out of the stringy garment and she landed with a tumble on the other side, quite naked.
The poltergeist had become angry again. As she ran down the corridors more objects flew after her, hitting her bare back, thighs and buttocks. A light bulb exploded in front of her, hurting both her breasts, especially her left nipple. She screamed. A door to one of the rooms was smashed into the corridor, and a splinter of it flew upwards hitting her right between her legs.
She ducked into a room at the end and collapsed nude to the floor, holding her pussy in agony and rubbing her sore boobs. "Oooh! Naked neonate needs to nurse nicked nipple", she moaned. "Tortured twat terribly tender."
Only when the hurting of her privates subsided did she realise the room was filled with light as if new, whereas most of the hotel was old and burnt out. A necklace sparkled on the table. Roberta got up and stepped towards it, covering her bare breasts and vagina timidly, fearing any further hurt in those tender areas.
As soon as she picked up the necklace and put it on, the room became burnt out like the rest and the hotel was suddenly quiet. The exposed vampiress tiptoed out of the room wearing nothing but the necklace, still covering her female parts apprehensively. She wanted to leave the hotel, and fast, but that would mean returning to town in the nude. Vampires of the Masquerade are not supposed to draw attention to themselves, and that certainly would!
Luckily, all supernatural activity had ceased. Retracing her steps, she found her panties and gradually redressed as she recovered the rest of her clothes. Then at last, she could return via the sewers to Santa Monica, and to the Asylum nightclub.
