Haunting Ground

Darker

Chapter 1 – Endless Haunting Ground

By BJ-Blatzkowitz-Reborn

Disclaimer: Okay, I don't own Haunting Ground or the characters that are presented here in this fanfic. Everything in this game are under copyright by Capcom. All of the characters here are used with uttermost care and without permission.

WARNING: This fanfic is based on the playing of the game itself. Also, this has been redone to more slightly darker overtones. If you don't like sex or nudity, please leave now. Otherwise, read on at your own risk. Oh, please get this game if you want to know how I based this fanfic on...

If there was anything that she specifically could remember, it'll be the screams of her parents, the soft tinkle of glass breaking, her father's last gasp of life and finally the cackling laugh which haunts her now. It wasn't supposed to be like this. But somehow, fate managed to tie them all back together like a scarlet thread between them. Even the beautiful sunshine seemed to almost symbolise the new beginning as they went towards the castle. But it wasn't to be as the skies can easily shift like their lives had. Each of them had a dark secret to hide from one another and more. Truth seemed harsh even against the thin unreality of their holiday. Even now, her body was now physically telling her to stop running and face the ashes of reality.

A groan was a lovely sound which seemed to just flit through the air. Turning, he saw her stirring underneath the silk blanket the master gave her to wear. It was then that the reminiscing memories came coming back. When the master brought her back, he looked with longing at the beautiful doll in his arms. She was just perfect, not like the cheap imitations that he had so far. The smooth skin. The flawless image of her face. It was enough to drive him mad with desire. However, a harsh look from his master was enough to bury those desires. He watched on passively as the master peeled the ragged clothes off the doll. With the last of the offending clothes, her features were bared to all. However, the master covered her with the blanket and ordered him to put her in the dog cell until the time was right. And the master made certain that he didn't disobey that order to the letter.

Despite the doll being the main priority, his head pricked at the silent orders from his master. It seems that the inside gardens need a trim to the trees. Obviously, the danger of fallen leaves was a hazard to the other master but more than that, the master wanted the sap from the trees for his experiments. And he never liked it if he was delayed for a second in his experiments. Retrieving a set of the long clippers, he glanced back at his doll. After all, he had all the time in world before the master wanted her with him. With that, he shuffled up the spiral staircase before opening the door. A blast of cold air wafted past him before he headed up and out. He hated trimming trees whilst it was cold but he had to do it as no one else can do it. Besides, if he was quick enough, he may able to play with her until the master finishes his experiments.

At first, the world was just blurs of colour. Fiona Belli groaned as she slowly woke up from her dreamless sleep. Her muscles seemed to groan from the long sleep. As she sat up, she felt something slipping off her. Looking at the silk blanket, she was even more surprised at her surprising modesty shown to all. Scrambling whilst being surprisingly calm, she quickly readjusted the blanket around her before taking note of her surroundings. 'I'm totally naked and in a cage with God-knows-what.'

Crawling carefully to the steel bars, she glanced outside and managed to make up the various carcases of pigs and other cattle dressed ready for consumption. Her eyes shifted over to the dusty oak table which she could make out the remnants of a meal and the large meat cleaver sitting dangerously on the chopping block. A frying pan on a wood burning stove seems to be burning whatever was being cooked and the smoke was hurting her eyes.

Adjusting her gaze, she looked at the cage itself. It looked and feels like a large bird cage. Heading over to the door, Fiona could see a stout rope with clumsy knots that bind over the door. Carefully, she undid the tight knots and tossed the rope away.

Gently pushing on the door, Fiona winced at the groan from the door. Her warm footsteps were a stark contrast to the cold floor and surroundings. The room felt cold and harsh, just like reality as she wandered aimlessly around. She stopped dead when she heard something behind her. It was a soft but distinctive tapping sound. Her fear seemed to heighten further as she can hear it coming closer. Trying to calm her heart, she slowly turned around only to stare into the blackness behind her.

At first, Fiona thought she was just hallucinating but the shadows slowly formed a shape before it blurred and streaked past her. The shock and surprise of it made her lose her balance and landing her hard on her backside. The blanket was coming loose, revealing her ample breasts. She yelped and quickly covered them up.

She sat there, lost in her thoughts as she reminisced the past. 'They were a blessing and a curse. Why...' The memories flashed back quickly. It was almost incoherent as blurs of the past came wafting back, almost making her dizzy from the fear and coldness of them. Ducking her head between her legs, she took deep breaths before getting back up. As she did, she noticed that her shadow left a gift behind. Picking it up, she saw that it was a dog collar. Sure, the leather collar was cracking from the wear and the silver nameplate was scuffed badly, but she was able to make out the name. 'Hewie. What a strange name.' With that, she put the collar on the table.

A slight breeze wafted over her. She looked around for the source of it. She knew that a breeze means an exit. Following the caresses of it, she found it came from a stone spiral staircase. The breeze was getting stronger and colder, making her more aware of her lack of modesty. 'I have to figure out where I am. Being naked is just an inconvenience. Just ignore it for now.' Her body was already making here aware of that with her skin forming goose bumps, her nipples standing to attention and as well as her pussy slick already. Ignoring all that, she made her way up the stairs as the low light blinded her a bit before her eyes adjusted to the gloom.

Stretching in front of her what was, or still is, the remnants of a garden. The stringy tomato vines stood menacingly to one side. As she walked through the garden, she could see various pots filled with herbs and spices. Some which could identify such as lavender and chamomile (which she took great pleasure in smelling them) and others she have no idea such as a melon that had a twisted, wooden feel to it. Her nerves slowed down a notch as she approached the foreboding castle towering over her. A slight breeze only served to notify her of her current state of dress.

'The weather isn't helping out in letting me know I'm fully naked here. I must find some clothes and possibly someone or something that can get me out of here.' Making her way up the steps, she was about to continue on when she spotted a glass door. Walking up to it, she saw that it was intricately wrought with iron with several dull but beautiful silver handles on them. Turning the handles, she found out to her frustration that they were locked from the inside. Peeking through, she could easily see what looked like a dining room but the candles inside couldn't help define the shadows inside. She shrugged her shoulders and continued on.

The door was much plainer than the one below but it was still intricately wrought with iron. To her relief, this one was unlocked. Opening the door, she was greeted with a homely room with decent fire in the fireplace. Moving on, she saw a large bed with comfortable covers with a bed of drawers next to it. A large window gave a commanding view of the garden below. Various paintings plastered the walls around her. Each of them was as varied as the subjects in it such as young couple laughing down to the large and imposing portrait of a pompous man. Fiona swore that someone was behind that portrait.

Walking over to the drawer, she began to search for some clothes. Taking one out, she saw that it was a black corset with lace that barely contained the imagination of the person in question. With a scowl, she threw that over her shoulders as she continued to search for more. But it was no use as it seemed that the owner of this drawer was more interested in sexy rather than practical.

It was only until a soft cough did it gaining Fiona's attention. Turning round, she saw a woman standing there. Her lilac hair and the cold eyes weren't the only things that Fiona noted. The Gothic maid uniform also piqued her attention and as well as the scruffy black boots. 'How did she get there?' The woman merely pointed at the clothes on the bed.

"I've laid some clothes for you." Her voice seemed dead and lifeless, almost as if she was controlled or in a trance. Fiona looked at the clothes on the bed. It was weird enough that this room was unlocked but that wasn't the problem. Moving over, she saw that they were all from the clothes she thought were junk. Looking again, she saw that the maid had walked over to the other door. 'You've got to ask her. Otherwise, who knows where we are.'

"Um, excuse me but where are we? And how did I get here?" The maid turned to regard her for a bit. From her eyes, Fiona can see that she was regarding her for a bit before the focus went elsewhere. Looking behind her, she saw that the maid was studying the large portrait there. Fiona swore that she could see the eyes boring into her soul.

"Yes Master. We'll keep her here. I'll make sure that she stays comfortable." With a turn on her heel, she regarded Fiona with a curt nod and walked out. Fiona sighed as she sat in one of the chairs. 'She didn't even address what I said. Comfortable?' She walked over to the portrait. The brushwork was breathless as it seemed to capture the shadows and as well as the sternness of the man. However, it was the eyes that captured her mind. She remembered what her mother said during a trip to the art museum. If at any time you're drawn to a place, then that is called the focal point. She stared intently at the eyes. Haughty but proud.

Sighing, she tore her eyes from the painting and walked over to the bed. Her body was already screaming to be clothed. Tracing her fingers over the clothes, the cream lace top looked intricate as if it was custom made. She also noted that it felt like silk, a luxury compared to the cheap synthetics she was so used to at home. The skirt was also a wonder with the lower half being intricately done in silk. Along the waist to the silk were what appeared to be a band of cotton. A pair of sheer black stockings was placed with brown leather boots next to the bed. As if to taunt all modesty, a black lace bra was also placed next to the clothes.

She quickly shook her head and looked again at the clothes. The choice was rather simple: either this or being naked all the way. Shivering, she dropped the towel and picked up the bra. Turned on her heel, she looked at the full sized mirror. Here, it was obvious that the ordeal had left some impression on her body. Faint traces of light scratches riddled her body but all of them didn't look like it'll heal normally. Fiona then took the time to examine herself fully.

'They say time heals the scars. But I can't. My family...' The memories began to bubble towards the surface. She tried forcing them back down, but they refused to do so. Her head began to spin as if she was in a dryer. The world began to blur as she felt her legs give way. Eventually, the spinning stopped just as she hit the floor.

Fiona never thought her family was weird. After all, she had been brought into this life by them so why would she question that line of thought. Thinking back, she never thought why her father didn't allow a TV or that her mother was always looking like the real house wife. It was only when she returned from university did everything started to unravel.

Something was shining in her eyes which made her wake up. Looking round, she saw that she was back in her room at home. As usual, the room looked like a mess given she had the habit to studying late. One book on her covers whilst various notes and books were strewn all over the room. Gently, she removed the book off the quilt and looked down at herself. Obviously, she was naked but that was to be expected.

Initially, she had seen some girls do it as a dare; others did it for the sake of convenience. She had famously said to her roommate that she'll die before someone convinces her to do that. Of course, that only added fuel to the already smouldering ashes. During the end of semester party, her friend dared her for the entirety of the holidays to sleep naked. That horrified her at first but she didn't want to be perceived as weak. In doing so, she reluctantly accepted. And here is, a few days into the holidays, she had gotten used to sleeping in the nude.

Quietly slipping out of the bed, she carefully navigated her way around the mess and clutter towards her closet. The closet was quite large given she can practically change in it without need to contort like a gymnast. Opening it, she carefully rummaged out her pyjamas. Glancing at the clock, she decided against getting a bra or panties on. After all, it'll be only a few minutes before her mother came through the door. Slipping the pyjamas on, she heard the soft footsteps of her mother coming up the stairs. She quickly bolted towards the bed and slipped back in the covers, just as the door opened. Pretending to be asleep, she heard her mother sigh before moving towards the bed.

"Wake up, sleepyhead. Time to get up." Fiona feigned sleepiness as she yawned and stretched. Her mother walked over to the blinds, revealing the true mess of the room. "Really, girl. You should take the time out to clean out this place." Fiona heard that all the time. But given how she studies, it wasn't a surprise.

"Mom, I'll clean it later." Her mother sighed before turning round.

"Whatever. After all, you're old enough to decide what's best. Now get changed and get some breakfast before I go." With that, she headed out and closed the door behind her.

Fiona sighed before heading into the closet. Stripping out of the pyjamas, she looked at the clothes, wondering what to wear. Eventually, she settled on a simple white t-shirt, a modest skirt and as well as her school's jumper. Tennis shoes completed the outfit. Satisfied, she headed downstairs before stopping just before the last step. Low voices seemed to waft from the kitchen. Looking at her watch, it clearly showed that her father would be at his school by now.

Quietly tip-toeing, she peeked round the corner. Her mother was there and as well as another man, a boy no older than she was. Who that man is, she didn't know. His arms moved towards her mother as she watched transfixed to the scene.

"Please, my daughter will be here soon."

"That won't be a problem. After all, she can enjoy watching the two of us." With that, he captured her lips in a chaste kiss. Fiona could only watch as the man slowly dropped his other arm to her mother's butt where it groped hard. Her gasp was music to man's ears as he gently picked her up and deposit her on the bench. It was then that Fiona saw the desire in her mother's eyes. Within a flash, her t-shirt was discarded leaving a set of heaving breasts in her bra. The man lewdly grinned as he saw her slowly brought up her hands and undid the bra. Fiona nearly gasped as her mother's breasts came into view. Similar to hers, her mother's weren't as large as hers but still ample enough. Sucking noises were accompanied as she laid back, enjoying the moment. Fiona couldn't tear her eyes off as she watched as the man slowly undid both of their pants, revealing his manhood to her whilst showing her mother's aroused parts.

It was quite a sight as Fiona embarrassingly turned away. Her mother's gasps became moans as she turned back to watch. Unbeknown to her, Fiona didn't know she was getting hot from the scene in front of her. Also, she felt slightly out of breath as she continued to watch her mother being orally pleasured. Eventually, it came to a head and her mother's back arched from the euphoria of coming. His grin was contagious as she smiled back. Another kiss and it was over. Her mother got off the table and wiggled her hips to him as if it was an invitation. He entered her with one stroke as her mother groaned her pleasure from the entry. As he sped up, Fiona couldn't help but get even more aroused by the sight of her mother violated like that. A long groan and a scream followed by a sigh was all it was before the scene ended. Her mother cooed as the boy slowly pulled out, revealing a string of cum where they were connect.

"You should have pulled out."

"Sorry Mrs Belli but I couldn't control it." She silenced him with a finger on his lips.

"What if I get pregnant from it? What would you do?"

"I dunno, support you?"

"My husband is a jealous man."

"So, I've seen him screw another girl. Isn't that enough?" Those words shocked Fiona. How could...

"Enough, get out." With that, the boy turned round and picked up his pants.

"You know, you're lucky that your daughter doesn't know that your body is up for sale to the next boy." Fiona hid round the corner as he faced Mrs Belli.

"Don't you DARE tell her."

"Hmm, fair enough. Same time, next week. Oh and this time, the boys will want to participate." Fiona could tell that her mother was shaking with fear from the tone of her gasp.

"I...very well. I accept." With that, footsteps began to approach her position. Quickly, Fiona dived into the broom cupboard as the boy sauntered past and out the door. Fiona sat there as she slowly hit the floor as she began to tear up.

Fiona awoke with a start. She was still naked and on the floor no doubt. Hauling herself off, she quickly dressed herself. Turning to the mirror, she saw that it was rather archaic but still refined somewhat. 'Fitting for a flawed gem like me.' Turning on her heel, she picked up the stocking. The smooth feel of it was a stark contrast to the lining of the boots as she put them on. 'I just feel like a doll. But a doll for what?' Looking at the paintings again, she felt as if there was someone watching her. Shaking her head, she checked everything was okay as she smoothed out her dress. 'Ugh, and I'm going to go around flashing my cunnie like no tomorrow.' Sighing, she walked over to the door to give the room one last glance before striding out.

To Be Continued...

Author's Notes (revised): Well, kept you waiting huh? Originally, I was going to leave this here but after I lost my notes for the fanfic during my trip to Japan caused a bit of kerfuffle. In addition to that, real life work was really draining my creative writing to a minimum. But as you can see, I persevered. At the moment, I'll be very slowly rewriting all my fanfics from the bottom up as the original drafts were lost (4 years is a long time between formats and reinstallations!) so I have to use the writings I've posted. Sorry if this isn't the new fic that you wanted but it is a milestone though as I've finally started doing something!

See you in the next chapter!