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I've Waited So Long...	By : WhoandWhat Category: +1 through F > Beetlejuice Views: 7081 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own 'Beetlejuice' nor any of the characters from it, nor do I profit from this venture either; my spelling is atrocious; weak stomaches need not apply

Chapter List
- 1-I've Waited So Long...
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It started as a friendship; a ruse, really. He wanted to experiance a different kind of life - mainly, LIFE. It gets boring on the Otherside, in the Neitherworld. But it comes to messing with Breathers, there's nothing better; not savoring the taste of beetles stuck in his teeth, not peeking under ladies skirts, not nothing! So when he got the chance to 'mess' with the Breather 'Lydia'...he knew he was going to take her to the limit, over it, under it, and back again. For he wasn't known as Beetlejuice, the ghost with the most, for nothing.
"Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice...BEETLEJUICE!!!"
I want to hear those words screamed in agony...sweet agony Beetlejuice thought as he waited for the worlds of the Living and the Dead to open and merge and again split, allowing Lydia Deetz to enter the Neitherworld. For years, he 'played' with this Breather; for years he watched as she learned, taught, laughed, and cried. But now she was ripe for the picking. He would finally get to do the things he wanted to since he'd played visciuos pranks on her family when they'd first met. He wasn't kidding when he said he needed to marry her to stay in the world of the Living - but now he'd had time to consider his options. Why work so hard to be in a world that was clearly going to get progressively boring with every possession; every prank; every god forsaken haunted house scam? No, Beetlejuice had thought of a sweeter, nastier way to spend his eternity - and while it involved Lydia to a most important degree, it THANKFULLY did not require them to be bound in unholy matromony.
Act normal..."HEY LYDS!!" Beetlejuice shouted, pretending to be so excited just at the sight of his best friend, Lydia Deetz. It had only been literally a day since they'd seen each other (at least that Lydia knew about), but truthfully it warmed Lydia to her hollowed core to hear Beetlejuice so excited to see her. "BJ, my ghost, my man what's up?"
"Nooooot muuuuch...hey, I need some help fixin up the Ole' Girl - you know, my fly wheels..." Beetlejuice yammered on about his 'car', which Lydia found both entertaining and exasperating. She knew that this was probably another scam of his (like when he originally used the car to try and rig a race so he could win some money off some poor saps) but his 'literal' interpretations always brought a smile to her face. "Okay, Beetlejuice, what do you need?"
Come in, come in said the spider to the fly...
In short moments, Beetlejuice had finaggled himself and Lydia into what would be considered an innocent picture if seen by anyone who did not know the true intentions of the devilish ghost - which thank the Devil no one did because that would mean Beetlejuice would be in for a very disapointing millenia to come. Beetlejuice looked at the small girl (for even as she grew to womanhood she was still petite - though she'd gained the subtle curves of adulthood [at least enough to distinguish her from a boy]) and smirked at his thoughts of what he would do to her. He'd managed to sit her on his lap and she complied, like a faithful pet. Already he felt his cock tighten and rise a bit to the occassion. "Hey, Beej, is that a wrench?" Lydia asked absentmindly - she was busy helping tuck in the dash mat to the car and concentrating very hard since parts of the dash were being very mischevious (trying to bite and lick her for instance). "Mah bad" the ghost said, biting his lip as she unintentially wiggled her bottom against his arousal. 3...2...1...
SHOWTIME.
"Hey Lydia...got a joke for ya..." Beetlejuice said to her from behind. Lydia grinned, but remained slightly wary. While Beetlejuice's jokes were usually hilarous, sometimes they ended with the recipient of the joke in danger (or close to it). "What is it?"
"What's black, white, and red all over?"
Psssh...I got this...the girl thought. "A zebra with lipstick on it!"
"Wrong - your face."
What?
At that precise moment, Beetlejuice slammed Lydia's head into the steering wheel of the dash. She immediately blacked out and Beetlejuice tilted her body back and made sure she still had a pulse, was breathing, and was not entering the Dead Society just yet - after all, he'd been fucking corpses for centuries, and he didn't want Lydia to get cold just yet.
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whe...where...where am I.... the thoughts were fuzzy, scattered. Lydia moaned, her eyes clenched tight. She slowly opened them, but could only see darkness. What...
"I see you're FINALLY awake...you know, for a Breather, you sure can act Dead."
Beetlejuice?! Lydia knew that voice - that grating, lung burnt voice. What is he doing...
"I'm sure you're curious as to what's going on...I'm finally going to have all the fun I want...FINALLY." The ghost casually mentioned before laughing hysterically.
OH GOD...Lydia began to shake with fear - as sensation began to return to her, she realized that her mouth was bound with cloth, as were her feet and hands though with what felt like metal.
Beetlejuice smirked at the presentation he'd made for himself. Lydia was stripped of customary cloak and stockings - she only wore her black bra and panties (which were disappointingly plain) and of course the blindfold and gag. Her hands and feet were shackled in a contraption of his own design - chains extended from the metal cuffs around Lydia's hands and feet and rose to a circular pulley system that allowed the ghost to manipulate the captee's body in anyway he saw fit. He'd already decided that first Lydia needed to be broken - then marked - then trained - and finally, then the real fun could begin.
Lydia felt hands running up and down her legs, goosebumps rising in their wake because 1- those hands were chilled with Death, and 2- she was now realizing how vunerable and naked she was. The hand was invading - running up and around her kneecap, beginning to venture to her inner thigh - that hand was revolting. It began to start running it's fingertips between the junction of her thigh and her most private spot. She arched her back, in an attempt to throw that wretched appendage off of her, even for a moment. That only let the hand trail underneath her, to her tightly clenched bottom. Beetlejuice smirked again. "Well, if you want to play that way..." He wrenched the chains around them and flipped Lydia onto her belly. Suprise caught her unexpectantly - nor did she expect her panties to be torn right from her body, leaving her most private chambers exposed to the deranged lunatic she could not see. Her eyes shot wide open, even though she could not see - something wet and slimy was making it's way across her buttock. She struggled.
He slapped her ass so hard, it clenched and left the beginnings of a bruise across it. "I didn't want to start on this particular delicacy til later, Lyds, but it's your show, so HEY!" Beetlejuice crowed before he slid his hands onto her ass and pulled apart her cheeks, exposing her tight, little asshole. The ghost grinned wickedly and his forked tongue crept slowly out of his mouth and traced the line from the top of her bottom right to the center of her puckered hole. He teased it gently at first, wetting it, dipping inside for but a moment before really starting his wicked intentions. The tongue began to slip slowly inside Lydia's first virgin canal - stretching to it's full length (a whopping 6 inches) before it began to slowly pump in and out of Lydia. The girl was frozen - while she knew she was being violated in the worst way she couldn't help but feel a warmth spread throughout her, making her yearn for the tongue to maybe go a slight bit faster. As if reading her mind, the terrible serpent began to pump faster, and faster still til the warmth Lydia felt was burning her up. Even though she was ashamed, she felt even her pussy begin to burn. "Yo-rf sa oh weady" the ghost moaned around his tongue, rapidly pulling his first tool back into his mouth. He noticed her pussy dripping down her thigh and smirked in satisfaction. Not yet...
Beetlejuice massaged her ass-cheeks for but a moment before pulling Lydia's hips into a position wear she was on her knees, legs spread and her cheeks seperated enough so he could still her her glistening hole. Lydia's mind snapped to full attention and the warm feeling in the pit in her stomach evaporated as quickly as it came. The pervert spread her cheeks wide once more and positioned his massive cock (9 1/2 inches, and 2 inches wide) at her backdoor entrance and poised to enter her. He took a moment to enjoy the view. Her ass, rosy red and purple on one side, his grey green hands spreading it just right. It was perfect. He pushed the head of his penis past her first ring of muscle and gloriously slid the rest of the shaft in one inch at a time. Lydia screamed with all her might from the pain - she felt like she was being ripped in two - who knew Beetlejuice was so huge? So harsh? So incrediably...cruel?
The ghost did not wait long for his victim to adjust to his massive size. He began to thrust his hips back and forth - tugging slightly as his member was so large it was temporarily stuck in it's host. But before long, the muscle of Lydia's asshole gave up it's resistance and Beetlejuice was able to pump in and out of the tight orfice faster and faster still until he felt the sweet release his body was at this point naturally poising for. His orgasm exploded into Lydia, but she could only feel the warmth of the friction his penis caused against her. And then she felt his finally leave and something trailing out of her bum. Beetlejuice let her collapse as he panted, lost in the white zephr of his pleasure. He'd waited so long. As he watched Lydia's lithe body pant and shake and his own cum (mixed with a streak of her red blood) leaked out of her he felt his balls shiver and desire began to slowly pump through his veins again, making his hungry for even more secrets his Lydia hid. He snarled as she began to relax into the bed - suddenly he wrapped his dirty hand around Lydia's throat from behind, yanking her up suddenly. She gasped for gasp...He's killing me!...but then she heard his hot, rancid breath speak in her ear...
"Don't you fucking relax yet...we're not through yet...Ly-DI-AAAAAAH..."
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