Darker

Haunting Ground

Darker

Chapter 3

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 slightly more lemony 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...

Why did this have to happen? She looked at her father as her mother closed her hand over his. It was the perfect day. Not a cloud in the sky. Originally, she didn't want to go on this trip but her father thought it was good to have a family outing just this once. The family outings stopped once she got into high school. They thought that it was for the best as she was getting older and her friends plus work kept her from that happening. College was worse as the work seemed to pill up on her shoulders. Luckily, her parents supported her through all that. Even her father. He was fully understanding of that.

Fiona woke up on her bed. 'Was that a dream?' With that, she got up and looked at her outift. It was the same thing she wore everyday. Her high school jersey and panties. No bra of course. Fiona smiled over the past for wearing this. Her mother always kept scolding her for wearing that. “What would happen if we had relatvies over?” Of course, her mother got used to the dress sense. As she began tying her long hair in a ponytail, she heard a low moan. Shaking her head, she walked over to her parents room. Opening the door to a crack, she saw her father pumping himself into her mother. Her father's groans soon signalled that he was about to blow. Her mother's low scream saw her orgasm pass.

Fiona just groaned and walked away as she left her parents. It was fairly uncommon to see her parents having sex but there were times that Fiona could hear them at night. Sitting down on her bed, she felt a familiar ache down south. Getting up and locking the door, she slowly removed the panties; letting them drop to the floor. Slowly, she began rubbing her aching nub that was standing to attention. Her nipples began to harden as the jolts of pleasure coursed through her body. The jolts began to quicken as she began to do it faster. Her slit was now getting wet from the excitement as she began to feel her dam swelling. The pleasure soon came to a head as she silently released.cum was running down her legs and wetting the sheets as her orgasm passed.

Fiona felt relived as she began to lick her fingers. It was almost a ritual everyday as she would usually felt horny in the morning after her quick shower. Gently opening the drawer next to the bed, she took out a small ridged dildo. It was a gag that her friends at high school got for her when she turned 16. At first, she was disguisted by it. Now, in college, she didn't have the luxury of dating, let alone party. This was pretty much her only way experience what it would be like 'doing it'. Slowly she began to press it in, the ridges on the toy shooting more pleasure into her. As she slowly pushed in, she heard someone coming. Putting her toy away in the drawer, she opened the door.

A scream was caught in her throat as it was the big lug. She could see that there was blood on its hands as he came closer. She barged into it as she ran down the hall. In her parents room, she saw their broken bodies, blood dripping out of them. Her hands flew to her mouth as she tried to keep calm. Keeping calm was something she was good at. That wasn't the case here when your parents were ripped in front of your eyes. She felt the thing behind her as his hands came down on her.

Fiona woke up with a start as her nightmares ended. She looked around. The familiar setting of her room disappeared and the old goth room began to superimpose on it. 'I'm back in my room. But how?' Looking down, she noticed a fair amount of clear mess on her legs. 'Oh great, I must have came in my nightmares.' Standing up, she looked for a way to clean the mess but a whimper outside cut her thoughts off. Peering out the window, she saw a white dog, tied up to the tree outside.

'Oh, the poor thing. Who could do this?' With that, she walked down to the garden. Near the tree was another whimper. As she approached, she noticed that it was a white German shepherd. His fur was matted with sweat and his breathing was laboured. Slowly, with shaky hands, she lifted the collar off its neck. The dog shivered slightly before taking a few steps forward. It turned around looking at her.

“Go. And don't get caught again.” The dog seemed to take notice of what she said and just pounded off into the bushes.

Fiona sighed as she walked back to the guest room. A dusty creak caught her attention. She looked around to see what the source of the sound was. Then it hit her. The iron gate that she saw earlier was unlocked. 'Strange'. With that, she continued to walk up the stairs back into her room. Walking in, she turned and looked at her bed. Her breath was left hanging in her mouth. The thing was there. Swinging his legs as if waiting for something. 'Debilitas, that's what its called.' She had no time to wonder as the lug looked at her and began to shuffle over to her. Fiona stepped back but stumbled as her foot missed a step. She looked with fear at the thing.

Debilitas was excited. Not only was she here alone but he could clearly see her slit. Looking closer, he saw that she was wet and a trickle flowed down her legs. He spread his arms wide as he shuffled closer to her. His angel tried to crawl away but it was hopeless. Nothing would save her now. A bark sounded. What was that?

Fiona looked to her right as she saw the dog she freed earlier standing there. It was barking as if protecting her from him. With a bit of courage, she did the only thing she knew how to do.

“HELP!” Soon, the dog jumping into action. Its jaws clamped onto the lug's hand.

Debilitas yelped as the dog clamped his jaw onto his hand. It felt like small knives had been stabbed into his hand. Shaking the dog loose, he looked at it as it stood in front of his angel. With a quick shuffle, he headed for the door. There will be other times, if only that damn dog didn't stick near her.

Fiona saw Debilitas shuffle through the door and out. Quickly, she got up and slammed the door shut. The resounding click of the lock calmed her down as she slid down the door. The dog just looked amused as she sat there, catching her breath. AS her fears subsided, she turned to her saviour.

“Come here boy. Come on.” The dog slowly came forward. Fiona gently hugged it, scratching it behind the ears. 'So, she's not a threat.'

“What's your name, boy?” Fiona remember a collar that was dropped in the place when she escaped. 'What was the name again? Hewie?'

“Hewie?” The dog seemed to respond the name. “So you're Hewie? Nice to meet you Hewie.” The dog barked an answer. To her, it seemed like a 'Yes'. “Thank you, Hewie.” She stood up. “Come on.”

Hewie looked at the girl. She had saved his life and he felt that leaving her was a bad idea. Luckily, he was there to stop that big lug from taking her. His footsteps made a soft pitter-patter on the cobblestones as they walked through the gate. The chill from the fog made the girl shiver as they walked on.

Fiona soon noticed something ontop of the pile of rubble. 'That's odd. Seems like something is up there.' Fiona begin to step on the stones but the stones were too unstable as she tried. 'Hmmm, maybe Hewie can get up there.' She looked at Hewie. “Go Hewie.” Hewie looked at the rubble and began jumping from stone to stone until he got to the top. Fiona waited as he sniffed around before bounding back to the base. There was something in his mouth. “Drop,”Hewie dropped the item in front of her. It was some kind of marionette, a doll. 'Hmmm, where have I saw this before? Of course, the service way, that weird door...' “Good boy.” Fiona scratched the back of his ears. Hewie quite enjoyed the scratching. 'Looks like she isn't such a bad person after all...' With that, Fiona continued along the balcony.

Walking along, she soon found a stone bridge and a stout oak door at the end of the bridge. Running over, Fiona began pounding on the door. 'No, this can't be happening.'She tried pulling on the rings but the door refused to budge. She gave the door one last kick before she began walking back to the bedroom.Her banging felt hollow in the still air.

Once in the bedroom, Fiona sat back on the bed. 'Okay, pretty much I'm trapped. So the only way out is by finding the key to that door. Somewhere...' With that, she got up and walked over to the door. “Come on.” Hewie looked up and walked over to her. Fiona descended down the stairs and through the dining room door. Everything was still laid out on the table, the silver cutlery glinting in the faint candlelight. Fiona walked over to the servant passage and saw the maid standing. She was stirring something in a large pot.

Fiona timidly walked over to the pot. The maid turned to her.

“Dinner will be ready soon miss.” With that, she turned back to her cooking. Fiona kept walking until she got into the service passage. 'Whateve she's cooking, it looks alright. Seems to be angel-hair pasta or something like that.' She walked further on until she got into the restroom.

Fiona looked longingly at the shower. 'I might as well get a shower. At least I can clear this mess on my leg.' With that, she gently began to undo the laces on her back. The clear coloured top came loose as she undid the last of the laces. Her hands was slightly shaking as she pulled the top away, revealing her ample size. Gently folding the lace top, she turned to the boot which she removed. The stockings were next as she slipped her feet out of the silk. Unclipping the short skirt, she stood there nude. Looking herself in the mirror, she saw her ample breasts and her eyes travelled down to the shining mess on her womanhood.

Her thoughts travelled back when she was at home for the break. 'What the...? Was that just a dream?' Looking down, she saw that she was wearing a yellow t-shirt and tight jeans. Walking up the driveway, she knocked on the door. Her mother answered the door. Opening the door, her mother gave a light hug.

“Hey sweetie. How are you? You okay?” Fiona hugged her back.

“I'm fine Mum. Just a little sick from the ride back.”

“Well, that's no good. Just take a shower and relax. I'll be out after a bit.”

“I think I'll be doing some swimming, Mum.” Hawling her bags in, Fiona missed the home desperately. She looked over at the lounge room. The TV was still there as was the various photos of her, her mother and her father on the bookcase. The dining table was bare except for a candlestick holder. The bookcase on the wall near the table was full of her mother's and father's cd which they listened over dinner. The entertainment unit was still there, on top of the piano as a few framed photos of her family. Opening the back, she saw the pool. Still clean as ever.

Walking upstairs, she got into her room which revealed a light blue paintwork and new furniture. The bed was pressed up against the wall. The table on the wall adjacent to the bed. The bookcase on the opposite side of the table. And her closet was opposite the wall. Putting her bags down, she gathered her swimwear and a towel before entering the bathroom. It wasn't that big but it was comfortable. Slowly, Fiona began to strip out of her clothes. Folding them neatly, she picked up her swimwear. The swimwear was something her friends got when shopping. It was more like just cloth than a swimwear. Shaking her head, she decided that it was better to go in her birthday suit. After all, the swimwear was exactly the same things as her nude anyway. Walking out, she made her way down to the pool when she dived in. The cool water was refreshing as she swam. Fiona never liked doing any unreasonable things. But skinny-dipping was something she did like if she wasn't caught.

After a few more laps, she got out and sunbathed on the desk as she tanned in the sun. The sunwas so warm...

A bark brought her back to the present. Hewie was sitting there, looking at her. She smiled and gave Hewie a quick kiss on the head.

“Stand guard, okay?” Hewie gave a bark as if he understood. Opening the shower heads, the spray of the water felt comforting as she turned more of the hot water. Soon steam began to billow from the shower. Fiona stepped into the shower. Water cascaded over her nubile body as she slowly washed away the stains that cover her slit and legs. Switching the taps off, her wet footsteps splashed lightly as she found some dry towels underneath the sink. Drying off, Fiona looked at the mirror.

'It was about a few days ago I think...' Fiona began to think back. Without a thought, she looked around. She was back in her house, in her room with her textbook infront of her. Getting up, she saw that she was wearing back her normal tank top and hot shorts. Peeking down the top, she saw that she was wearing her black lace bra and down her shorts revealed a black g-string. 'Another dream?' As she checked out her room, it was getting hotter as time went past. Looking at her trusty thermometer, she saw that it was about 29C (A/N: about 84F for the US guys ;) ) and rising. Sighing, she began to strip off the tank top and shorts, leaving the bra and g-string. With that, she looked at her work. It was mostly about accounting. Boring stuff but it was important. Sighing, she got into it. A gentle knock caught her out of her work. Walking over to the door, she saw that it was her father.

“Dad, what are you doing here?” Glancing at the clock, she saw that it was about 4pm. “I thought you would be at work until 6pm?” He just shook his head.

“Nah, I just got off early. Is it me or is it hot in here.” With that, he walked out.

“...I can't be bothered. It's too damn hot to be doing Numerical Methods.” Fiona began to packup her books. Her father popped back in again, this time wearing a t-shirt and shorts.

“Have you seen your mother?”

“I think she just went out shopping. She said that she'll be back in a hour.” She sauntered out the door and down to the living room. Flopping onto the couch, she turned on the tv.

“Should you really be watching at a time like this?” Fiona flashed a smile over her shoulder.

“I'll be fine, Father. I've just finished.” Her father just sighed and walked off. After all the ads and the show, Fiona got up and saw her father holding the wall, slightly pale.

“Dad? You okay?” Her father looked at her.

“I'm fine, Fiona. Just slightly tired.” With that, he tried to walk, but stumbled.

“Really Dad. I don't think 'I'm fine' cuts it.” Helping him to his feet, she took him upstairs. She sat next to him as she soothed her father.

“Dad, do you need anything?” Her father looked at her.

“Just you.” With that, he gently caressed her face. Fiona looked into his eyes. The gentle twinkle he had when she was young was still there. His face inched closer until their lips met gently. Fiona's breath quickened as her father began to explore her mouth. His hand ran up to her breasts where he gently tweaked the nipples. Fiona groaned as her hands gently moved down to his jeans. Undoing the buckle on his belt, she prised open the button. Gasping, Fiona felt her father move his hands into her shorts, teasing the jewel inside. The zipper made its long trail down to the base where Fiona began to fondle her father's penis. Her father broken contact and looked into her eyes. His next question drove her wild.

“Want to get it done?” Fiona just kissed him. With that, they both got up and began to undress. Fiona felt odd undressing with her father like this. As she tugged at the strings on her g-string, she felt him standing there ready. Facing him, she saw that he wasn't that muscular but definitely lean. The same light brown hair lighly covered his chest and his crotch. His manhood was sticking out, his desire known.

“Fiona, you look so much like your mother.” With that, he came close to her. The kissing returned but with more passion. His hands roamed round her breasts, squeezing them before tweaking the nipples with his thumbs. Her head lolled back as she let her desire overcome her. Her hands gently began stroking his manhood, getting it stiffer and bigger. With that, her father gently pushed them both on the bed. Fiona smiled as she scooted with her rear in her father's face. His penis was stiff as a board with that intoxicating desire. Fiona gently sucked on the tip as she pumped him with her hands. Feeling her father's tongue, she gasped as he nipped on her jewel. Fiona got back to work and slowly began to bob her head on his penis. His smooth skin helped as she didn't know when he last washed it. The added tonguing on her end caused to speed up the pace as both her and her father drove onto the edge. Fiona felt his manhood twitch slightly before she felt something in her mouth. Seeing he came, Fiona released her own, flooding her father from below.

The trickle from him slowly ended as they came back down to earth. Getting off her father, Fiona swallowed. 'Salty, but good.' With that, she gently kissed her father. The taste of her juices got her going again. Soon, she felt her father rearrange her head on the pillows. He was about to do it when she stopped him.

“Not the lips. I want you in my anus.” Her father was surprised with this but he gently began to push into her anus. His thickness was more than she can take as he grunted to push in. Fiona felt her walls widen and split as her virgin hole took more of his length.

“It hurts. Please stop.” But her father silenced her.

“It'll be fine. I'm nearly in.” With that, he plunged his full length into her. Fiona gasped as she never felt so full. The tip was touching near the end as he slowly pulled out and pushed back in. Her gasp got caught in her throat as her father began to plunge deeper and deeper into her. She could have sworn that she nearly crapped if her father wasn't that big. Soon, the pain subsided and her pleasure exponentially increased. Her legs tangled round his waist and her walls were getting slicked with every thrust. But her stomach got a few jolts that nearly made her hurl but she kept that down. Her moaning cause him to be turned on with his big manhood in his daughter's anus. Soon, Fiona issued a long scream as she came. Her muscles clamped down on her father's penis as his face contorted with pleasure. His seed mixed into her poopchute, causing a stickyness inside. Soon both were panting as they caught their breath. She looked in her father as he withdrew from her. His penis was covered with his juices and also her poop. He walked over to the shower where he got cleaned up. Fiona lied there as she tried to get some rest after an exhausting task.

Fiona never forgot that moment. It was strange doing it with her father but it was good. With that she sat down in the chair, exhausted from remembering the memories. She looked down at the full-length mirror that stood to one side. Sitting infront of it, she opened her slit. The hidden flower inside revealled her nub and as well as her anus. Her poopchute was slightly larger after that and there were times that her father wanted to do it with her, discretely behind her mother's back. The reason why she went for her anus was that she wanted to save her womanhood for that someone special.

Silent tears came into her eyes as she remembered what the hooded monk said. 'You are the only survivor of a terrible accident. Mr and Mrs Belli are, afraid to say, deceased.' The tears ran odwn her face and pattered onto her cleavage. She felt something stroke her leg. Fiona saw Hewie sitting there as if comforting her.

“Oh Hewie.” With that, she hugged the dog. Her tears mingled with the fur as she cried her heart out.

With the tears over, she got dressed again and looked at him

“Come on.” Walking over to the locked door, she saw the sign 'Marionette Room'. With that, she fished the Marionette doll and hanged it on the hooks of the door. Fiona heard the door unlock with a soft click. Walking in, she felt as if she was walking in some delusional nightmare. Dolls were pretty much pegged on the wall as if the person wanted them to suffer. She was about to take another step when she felt Hewie pullng her back.

“What is it boy?” She noticed a large fur-covered rug that was in front of her. Could it be...? Getting a doll off the wall, she threw it so that it landed on the rug. With that, she saw the eyes open on the other wall and shoot spikes.

'Lucky Hewie pulled me back. Otherwise, I would be dead and skewered now.' Fiona patted the dog as she wondered how to get past. 'There's gotta be a switch somewhere.' Searching along the walls, she saw that there was a pulley and a gate that barred a switch. 'That must be it but how do it get over there?' Hewie began to bark and scoot out of the room. “Hewie?” Fiona followed his barking until he stood next to a stone panel. 'Maybe...' Walking on it, she felt it depress slightly. She heard some clicks from gears moving. 'That must be it.' However, walking off it cause the click of gears again and a big thud. 'Hmmmm, constant weight is what's needed.' With that she motioned Hewie to come over. Motioning Hewie to sit, she moved off the panel. It stayed down as Hewie sat. Walking off slowly, she looked at Hewie.

“Stay boy.”

With that, she ran inside seeing the gate was open and the switch open. Pulling down on the switch, she disarmed the trap easily.

“Here boy.” Hewie came bounding in. Fiona began to scratch behind his ears. “Good boy.”

To be continued

Author's notes: That was a good break but then again, playing the game again on hard just killed my time. Oh well, I thought it was a good idea to get some background on Fiona and her family. I think more flashbacks will be introduced but more subtle from now on. The reason I went for an incest lemon here is that I'm pretty sure that there was a time “What if Ugo was...” This was afterall a darker side of the game so that was highly possible. I'm pretty sure that Fiona did do something risque in order to get rid of her pure image. Skinny-dipping probably wouldn't be the most risque thing done but to her timid nature, probably is.

Oh well, hope you liked this and back to work on the next chapter, Enter Delibitas...again.