24 chapter 24

The ghost-faced killer laid with his lover, which he had no choice in the matter. As he was still basically an overpowered zombie. His strength was much greater than it was in his few decades of life, yet his mind and speed were that of a basic undead.

Banshee had lusted after a man, no creature that would satisfy her lust as a filthy cock whore. She had sex with men of all races and body shape. As she was entering middle age she started to fuck all sorts of animals and the corpses of anyone that dared to walk upon her land. She had finally had the dick that she had always desired and she never grew tired of it. She was the GFK's exclusive bitch now for as long he walked upon Flinkaz.

As they laid covered in their crusted body fluids, the ghost-faced killer started to stir awake.

He forced himself free of his coffin with Banshee's arms still wrapped his neck. The pair washed in the nearby swamp, but no predator dared go near them. It was as if they knew that the pair wasn't to be fucked with.

She spoke, "Lover, we need to go to torture mansion so that we can hopefully obtain its magic. I have never been able to get very far it, but my big black bull might give me the confidence to do better."

The black man said nothing as they traveled into the swamp, much deeper than even the voodoo priestess dared to go.

Banshee spoke,"Be careful lover because the mansion moves on its own volition. But we can become more powerful, and hopeful we can make you less sluggish."

GFK only grunted in response.

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Hours go by and the two find their target. It was a large five-floor mansion covered in centuries of filth and disrepair. A large brick and metal fence appeared before the crude specters, as to

say, "No you don't mortal!"

The ghost-faced killer gave the wall shoulder tackle and was on the other side of a broken wall. Banshee quickly followed by her bull.

She spoke, "Your muscle won't solve all of the problems here, so follow my lead."

GFK followed after his cock slut like he was a puppy following after his master.

A large stone gargoyle drops from the sky and grabbed up GFK like was just a feather in the talons of an eagle.

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Banshee was on her on to fight what comes her way.

"The traps are set in stone, but their order is random. I had only run across a few across the ages."

She was now in a graveyard with tombstones as far as the eyes could see. Bones could be heard

coming from the nearby graves.

Banshee uses her magic to set the skeletons on fire with a fire series of fireballs. Yet, the foes kept coming at her. She used a spell to make mud golems to capture up the horde.

Ghosts come from more graves and raced towards the priestess. Banshee pulls a silver dagger from a pouch at her waist. Normal weapons couldn't hurt spirits, but she couldn't be bothered by such details.

The blade was stabbing clean through the ghost's form.

Banshee spoke, "Where are you going bitches?"

Several barks were nearing the women, as soon she sees that three was a three-headed Corso that weighed over six hundred pounds.

Banshee used a chant and the mud golems turned to stone. The battles were now on. The monster

dog could do little against the six stone giants. They pounded the dog into oblivion with their fists.

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GFK was flung unto a spike pit at the side of the house by a gargoyle. The wooden poles of the pit trap, which chased the monster made u-turn and dived for the pit. Before the flying beast landed, the ghost-faced killer punched a hole into the creature. Another punch was given to the gargoyle and it was now mere rumble. The black man climbed out of the hole and continued on in his mission.

Seven more gargoyles dived at GFK and he crushed one after another with his fist. The zombie wasn't fazed by his adventure.