Choose Your Own Pleasure #4

Ravished Inside the Haunted

House

By Shon Richards
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are
the product of the author’s imagination and are used fictitiously. Any
resemblance to actual events, locales, and persons, living or dead, is
coincidental.

This book also contains scenes of unsafe, graphic and explicit sex in a
fantasy context. Some scenes deal with topics that may be uncomfortable or
unacceptable in some cultures.

Copyright © 2017 Shon Richards

http://shonrichards.com/

Cover image “Silhouette of an unknown woman with his hands on a door

through a closed glass door”© ihor_b
Cover Design by Shon Richards
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#4 Ravished Inside the Haunted House
ATTENTION! THIS STORY HAS CHOICES!

There are multiple paths in this story with many different endings! This
story will make no sense if you just read it like a normal book. At the end of
each section, you will be given choices on how you would like to continue.
Touch the choice you want and you will be transported to the next part of
the story.

If you see The End, or a variation like, ‘The Helpless End’, then you have
reached the end of your story. Touch “The End” and you will be taken back
to the beginning again.

Touching the “Back” arrow on your Kindle should take you back to the last
choice you made. If it doesn’t, then it is probably the fault of the ghost who
haunts your Kindle.
The engine gurgles and the car coasts to a stop.

All the warning lights on the dashboard come alive before fading to
darkness. The heater stops and then the useless GPS system. The last to go
is the headlights and you are plunged into darkness.

“Fuck!” you yell. This is bad. You knew that you should have stopped at
that motel for the night but you didn’t like the look of the place. It was
creepy and sat on a hill. You are a single woman driving alone and you have
seen enough scary movies to know not to stay at creepy motels.

The current situation is not much better. The GPS gave you some weird
directions and now you are on a lonely road in the middle of nowhere in the
middle of the night. You have no idea why the car died and you don’t know
enough about cars to really do anything about it.

“Shit!” you yell again. You dig out your phone. The charge is dead. Did you
forget to plug it in this morning?

“Fuck, shit!” you yell inside the car.

There is a flash of light. Is that lightning?

A roll of thunder answers your question. A light patter of rain strikes the
windshield.

“Are you kidding me?” you ask.

The rain has no answer.

There is another flash of lighting. Hold on, there is a house to your right.
You are practically right by the gate.

You lean against the window and try to peer through the rain. The house is
two stories and looks big. It has a long porch in the front. There is a light by
the door. Someone lives there.

“I drove past the motel because it looked like a horror movie,” you say to
yourself. “And I end up getting stuck outside a house from another horror
movie.”

The rain falls harder. The tapping sound on your car roof grows louder. Is
that hail? Do they get hail out here this time of year?

The smart thing to do is to sit in the car until morning. It would be the
uncomfortable choice but it would be the safe choice. Nothing bad ever
happens to people who wait in the car.

It would also be the boring choice. It is a scary looking house but so are
most places in the middle of the night. You are curious about who would
live out here and it would make a good story for when you get back home.
Imagine what your friends would say when you told them that you went
knocking on a scary house’s door in the middle of a storm?

You grab your keys and stuff them in your pockets. Out the door you go and
off to the gate. Another lightning flash lights to the way.

The rain comes down harder. The wind pushes against you. It feels like the
storm is trying to keep you back.

You push on. An iron fence looms before you. The gate is open and
swinging in the wind. You duck through and enter the front yard.

A cobblestone path leads the way to the house. Dead trees dot the yard and
provide no shelter from the rain. Small figures line the path and have
strange shapes.

Lightning flashes and you see one of the figures clearly. It is a lawn gnome,
except unlike one that you have ever seen. It has the silly hat, the silly grin
and the silly white beard but no other clothes. The penis it sports is
completely out of proportion to the rest of its body.
You pause in the rain. What kind of a house has naked lawn gnomes?

The rain falls harder and soaks through your clothes. Screw it, you got to
get out of this rain. You hurry along the path and nearly slip on the slick
cobblestones. More naked lawn gnomes dot the path. The wind howls as
you get closer and closer to the house. Lightning flashes and it is
uncomfortably close.

You reach the shelter of the porch. The rain stops pouring on you and pours
on the roof instead. It is too late though, you are soaked from head to toe.
You are dripping wet and already starting to shiver.

The porch looks to be in poor condition. The door in front of you looks old
and faded. The knocker is a man’s face holding a heavy looking ring in his
teeth. There are bare patches on the door from where the knocker has worn
through over the years.

The rest of the porch doesn’t look much better. Mold stains are creeping up
the walls. Some of the floorboards are outright missing. There is some
porch furniture but they look distorted.

The furniture bothers you. Before you knock on the door, you decide to take
a closer look.

Near the door is a rocking chair. The center of the seat is missing, so
someone could still sit in it if they didn’t mind half their ass hanging out.
There are armrests on the holes that looked like they have been put there
intentionally.

Next to the rocking chair is a porch swing but it only looks large enough for
one person to sit in it. The chair is at an odd angle to let the sitting person
recline back.

Last is a tall bench with a rounded top. The top is too curved to be sat on
but you can imagine someone bending over it.
Wait a minute, is this sex furniture? The holes in the rocking chair might be
for rope. The angle of the swing might let someone fuck whoever is sitting
there. The bench is just the right height for a spanking.

Holy shit, this is a house for kinky people! Well, that explains the naked
lawn gnomes.

Another shiver goes through you and this time it isn’t from the rain. You
have only seen furniture like this in porn. If the people in the house have
stuff like this on the porch, who knows what stuff they might have inside
the house? For that matter, who knows what kind of things they are up to
right at this moment? You might be interrupting a kinky sex orgy.

Just because the people in the house are kinky doesn’t mean that they still
aren’t people. You can still knock on their door and ask to use their phone.
From what you read on the internet, bondage is all about consent and
communication.

You turn towards the door but you pause before knocking. These people
live out in the middle of nowhere. You bet whatever they might be up to, it
will be something they don’t want anyone to know about. If you knock on
the door, they might just pretend to be normal folks and you will never find
out what they are up to. You know it is wrong, but you are tempted to sneak
around the outside of the house and see what you can spy on.

Another thought sneaks into your head. The bondage furniture might be
from a porn video, but it could also be from the worse kind of horror movie.
You can’t shake the idea that your first hunch was right and you should
avoid this creepy house in the middle of nowhere.
What do you want to do?

Knock on the door and ask for a phone.

Be naughty and see what I can spy on through the window.

Be sensible and go straight back to the car.

Knock on the door and ask for a phone.

Yeah, you are not going to be sneaking around some stranger’s house.
Where did that thought even come from? That doesn’t sound like you.

You reach for the knocker. The metal ring is heavy in your hand as you lift
it up. The carved man’s face seems to stare at you as you bring the knocker
down.

KNOCK!

KNOCK!

KNOCK!

As loud as the rain is on the porch roof, the knocker is louder. It is easy to
imagine the sound echoing through the house.

After a minute, the door opens. Standing in the doorway is a tall black
woman wearing a suit with long tails. White gloves cover her hands. Her
hair is short, curly and completely blonde. There is mischief in her eyes as
if she just heard a good joke and it might be about you.

“Yes?” she asks simply.

“Excuse me,” you say. “My car broke down and I saw your house. Can I
come in and use your phone? My phone isn’t working.”

The black woman nods. “You may enter if you wish.”

She steps back and you walk into the house. As she closes the door behind
you, you get your first good look at the place.

The inside is nothing like the worn down outside. The place looks well-kept
and almost new. Dark wood panels cover the foyer and the walls. The floor
is polished red hardwood. Oil lamps fill the hall with a warm glow.
“What a lovely place,” you comment as you take another step.

The woman raises her hand and stops you. “Please, ma’am, I am the butler
and I cannot have you dripping all over the floor. It wouldn’t be fair to the
maids.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you say. “Ah, where do you want me to go?”

“Right here,” the butler says, pointing to where you are currently standing.
“Take off your clothes and I will give you suitable attire.”

“Right here?” you repeat. The butler nods. Her face is stern but there is a
twinkle in her eyes that suggest amusement.

Fine, it looks like these people are just as kinky as you thought they might
be. Obviously, the butler doesn’t think you will strip in the hallway. She
doesn’t know how badly you want to get out of these wet clothes.

First you kick off your shoes and then you take off your coat and hand it to
her. Next you take off your blouse followed by your pants. The butler takes
both articles of clothing and slings them over her arm. You take a small joy
in knowing your clothes are getting her suit wet.

You are standing there in your underwear and you try to act casual. “You
said you had something for me to wear?”

The butler points at your bra and then your panties. “You are still wearing
wet clothes. Your soaked panties are dripping onto the floor.”

Heat rises to your face and you are afraid that you may blush. Biting your
lip, you quickly remove your bra and hand it to her. A bit slower, you pull
down your panties and slip them off. You hand them to the butler and she
drapes them with your other clothes across her arm.

“Now can I wear something?” you ask.

The butler points behind you. “Right there,” she says.

You turn and there is a coat rack holding a sheer white robe. How did you
not see it before? You take the robe down and give it a good look. It is
almost, but not quite transparent. You put it on and tie the belt around your
waist. It is surprisingly warm. The material is soft on your skin

“Wait here,” the butler says. “I will report your presence. Please do not
wander off.”

The butler takes your clothes and heads down the hall. She stops before a
corner and gives you another glance. Her lips curl into a smile and then she
walks away.

What was that about?

You look around. As you walk, the strange material of the robe creates
curious sensations across your skin. It feels like lips are brushing your
nipple. Moving your arm creates the feeling of someone breathing on your
neck. The cloth clings to your legs so every step feels like your thighs are
being kissed.

It is too distracting. You loosen the belt and the fabric doesn’t cling as
much. The robe is open to the point of being almost indecent but at least it
is not as diverting. Standing as still as you can, you keep looking around the
room.

A central staircase leads to the second floor. There is a painting at the top of
the stairs and you think it is of a black woman. It is hard to tell from down
here. You would have to go up to see for sure.

“I’m pretty sure going upstairs will be considered wandering off,” you say
to yourself.

Keeping your focus on the first floor, you notice there are quite a few
mirrors. They are spaced a few feet apart from each other but each mirror is
of a different size and shape. Multiple reflections of your robed body
surround the room.

“This rules out vampires,” you say as a joke.

A grandfather clock ticks in the corner. There are no hands on the face and
for that matter, all the numbers have been replaced with the numeral 6. The
pendulum swings back and forth, keeping time that cannot be read.

“Weird,” you say.

An open doorway to your left leads into a dark room. To your right is a
brightly lit living area with a fireplace. The fireplace looks tempting but you
stay in the entrance hall for now.

Where is that butler? You are getting tired of waiting. You look for a place
to sit but there are no chairs. Technically you could sit on the stairs but you
might as well it on the floor. You keep standing for now..

The clock keeps ticking and the butler has yet to arrive.

“Maybe they are playing games with me,” you say. You remember the
butler’s eyes and yes, she feels like the kind of person to play games. She
might be the type to play games involving rope, paddles and knowing
fingers.

Wow! Where did that idea come from? Maybe it came from the touch of the
robe on your bare skin. The fabric pulls and tugs on your skin with every
movement. It is like being petted every time you take a step.

You are finding it harder to stay still. It might be time for you to be a little
more proactive. You can try going down the hallway that the butler went
and look for her.

The upstairs is a little tempting. If the butler comes back, you can say that
you were just looking at the paintings. And if she doesn’t come back,
maybe you can find someone else to talk to.
Then again, the butler did tell you to wait.
What course of action will you take?

Wait patiently for the butler to return.

Head upstairs and look around.

Go down the hallway and look for the butler.

Wait patiently for the butler to return.

This doesn’t feel like a place where you should be disobeying instructions.
You stand in the hall and wait.

The grandfather clock keeps ticking but there are no hands to move. Which
of the many 6’s on the clock is it?

Are these people fucking with you? If you hadn’t lost your clothes, it would
be tempting to go back outside to your car and wait until morning.

Lightning flashes outside and the thunder rolls. The wind howls against the
walls of the house. The rain grows louder.

Okay, maybe it is better to wait here.

More time passes. The clock keeps ticking. Your legs are getting tired. You
lean against the staircase, tempted to go up and explore.

There is a clicking sound of heels. You stand up straight. Someone is

approaching.

It is the butler. Was she wearing heels earlier? You don’t remember.

“Come with me,” the butler says. “the Lord and Lady are waiting and
dinner is ready.”

Dinner at this hour? Sure, why not? It is better than standing in the hall.

You follow the butler. She leads you into a new hallway and the décor
abruptly changes. The hardwood floor is replaced with plush pink carpet.
Lava lamps sit on small tables along the walls. The walls are yellow and
furry. You press your hand against the walls and it sinks in for a few inches
before hitting bottom.

How strange! Why would you want soft walls?

“It makes it soft to fuck against them,” the butler says. “Come.”

It is weird that she answered your question without being asked but you bet
she gets that question a lot. Still, soft walls for wall fucking? This house is
just as kinky as you suspected and getting kinkier by the moment.

You keep following the butler. The robe you are wearing clings to your
body in strange ways. The fabric wraps around your thighs and it feels like
someone is grabbing you there. The robe rubs your nipples with every move
and is quite distracting. The thin material keeps getting caught between
your butt cheeks and you swear that it feels like someone is pressing their
nose against your ass.

Surely this is just all in your head. This house is giving you dirty thoughts is
all.

The butler leads you around a corner and a large painting sits on the wall.
The butler pauses, as if anticipating that you would want to stop and look.

The painting is of a large Hispanic woman with deep brown skin. her long
black hair has been pulled into an efficient ponytail. A smudge of white is
on her chin and it looks like flour. She is facing away from the viewer as if
studiously watching a pan on the stove.

She is wearing a stained white apron and nothing else. The apron stretches
across her wide hips and massive breasts. Hard nipples strain against the
apron. A long wooden spoon is one hand and she grips it like a weapon.

There is a plate under the painting. It reads, “The Cook, 1983-“

“Why doesn’t she have a name?” you ask the butler.

“That is her name,” she replies.

“If she is just the cook, why does she get a painting?” you ask.
“It is a singular position of service,” the butler says. “The Cook is far more
valuable and rarer than a maid or a manservant.”

“Do you have a painting?” you ask.

The butler smiles. She looks like she is about to laugh but she is holding it
in. What’s so funny? “Come, dinner is waiting.”

You follow her. You turn one more corner and stand before a door. The
butler unlocks the door and it swings open. “After you,” she says.

You walk through the door and into a large dining room. Chandeliers lit
with candles illuminate the room. Dark wood panels cover the walls and
refuse to reflect any light. It creates the impression that the dining room is
surrounded by darkness.

A large rectangular table fills the room. You try to count the chairs but lose
count after two dozen. The table is white and appears to be made of marble.
Thankfully the chairs are wooden and comfortably cushioned.

At the far end of the table sit a man and a woman on opposite sides. The
butler leads you towards them. Both rise from their seats as you approach.

The butler guides you to the man first since he is closer. He is quite
handsome. He is tall with short black hair and a cruel sensual mouth. The
expensive shirt that he is wearing seems to ripple from the muscles
underneath. He smiles at you and his dark eyes keeps darting down towards
your robe-covered body.

“This is Lord Brisbane,” the butler says.

“Intrigued,” Lord Brisbane says. He offers his hand. You give your hand
and he brings it to his lips. Curiously, he doesn’t kiss it but seems to sniff it.
He releases your hand and licks his lips.

Weird. The butler walks you around the table towards the woman. She is an
imposing pale woman with very high cheekbones. Although her face and
eyes are pale, her lips are very red. She is wearing a black dress that drapes
across her voluptuous body. Her long black hair frames her face like a
crown and veil.

“And this is Lady Morley,” the butler says.

Lady Morley dips her head slightly in your direction. Her face is stern as if
she was judging you. A sinking feeling comes over you realize that you
could never be worthy in the eyes of such a divine woman.

Whoa, where did that come from? You shake your head and smile at the
woman. Damn, you must be tired to be thinking like that.

“Let us eat,” Lord Brisbane says and he sits down.

“Yes,” Lady Morley says. There is an accent in her voice but you can’t
place it.

They resume their seats. The butler pulls out the chair at the end of the
table. You sit down. Both are staring intently at you.

The butler pours each of you a glass of white wine. You take a sip and it is
strong. The chill of the rain outside is forgotten as you take another sip.

Lady Morley sips her wine carefully. Her every movement is graceful and
practiced. Watching her do something as simple as taking a drink makes
you feel clumsy by comparison.

Lord Brisbane, however, drinks deeply of the wine. He swallows it down

like it was water. He finishes his glass without stopping and the butler
returns to fill it once more.

A moment later and the butler is beside you with two plates. One contains a
salad and the other a bowl of red soup. You are not sure where the butler
obtained the food so quick.

“Caesar salad or tomato bisque?” the butler asks you.

The Lord and Lady both look at you intently as if your choice means
something more important than just food.
Which do you choose?

I pick the Caesar salad.

I pick the tomato bisque.

Go down the hallway and look for the butler.

There is no sense waiting any longer. All that you need is a phone and if
anyone asks, you can tell them that you are looking for the bathroom.
Surely, they can’t get upset with you for that.

You walk down the hallway. The robe shifts and slides along your skin.
Sometimes it feels like a single finger gliding down your back or moving up
your leg. Shivers run through your body.

As you turn the corner, a tall man looms before you. You jump back, spit
out an apology. Holy shit, you didn’t expect to get caught this quickly!

Wait, it is just a painting. The depiction is so lifelike that you mistook it for
a real person. You let out a sigh of relief and try to calm yourself.

As you wait for your heartbeat to subside, you study the painting. The man
is quite handsome. He is tall with short black hair and a cruel sensual
mouth. The expensive shirt that he is wearing exposes his powerful biceps.
He hooks his large hands in his belt and your eyes are drawn to the even
larger bulge in his pants.

A nameplate says “Lord Brisbane, 1970-“

You swallow and look at his mouth and then his bulge. You certainly hope
that Brisbane is in the house.

Past the painting are two doorways. To the left, the room opens into a large
space. A fireplace is lit and filling the room with flickering light. You see a
large crystal ball, as big as your head, sitting at a table. At another table on
the opposite side of the room, is a smaller table with a single chair. You
would have to go in to see what is on the smaller table.

To your right is another open doorway. This room has a lit fireplace as well.
Shelves line the walls and every spare inch is filled with books. Two chairs
face the fireplace and it looks like a wonderful place to read.
Ahead of you, the hallway continues and goes around a corner to the left.
Where do you go?

Into the room with the crystal ball.

Into the library.

Further down the hall.

Into the room with the crystal ball.

It is hard to pass up the chance to look at a real crystal ball. You step into
the room and a feel warm breeze in the room. Maybe the breeze comes
from the crackling fireplace.

The walls are almost bare. Here and there, large cards are stuck to the walls.
The sparseness of the cards adds to the impression of how large the room is.

You approach one of the cards and see that it is nailed to the wall. The card
itself shows a star with something dripping from it. A closer look and you
see the drippings are coming from what looks like a vagina inside the star.

Could this be a tarot card? It has that same ritual appearance to it that you
associate with the Tarot but this card doesn’t look like any Tarot card that
you have ever seen.

Curious, you walk a few feet down and look at another card. This one
shows two women in a 69 position. One woman is on fire while the other
woman is made of ice. The ice woman is melting while the fire woman is
being doused.

A few feet further and a foot off the ground is another card. This one shows
a man in a full suit of armor, sporting an immense erection through an
opening in the metal. His cock is as big as his arm.

You turn around and count the cards. There are thirteen, nailed to the walls
in a pattern that you couldn’t guess.

Hold on, there is a painting that you hadn’t noticed before. It is above the
fireplace. How did you miss it? You must have been focused on the tables
but that seems unlikely.

The painting is of a voluptuous woman wearing a tight purple gown. Your

eyes are drawn to the expansive amount of cleavage threatening to spill out
of her dress. Long blonde hair cascades from her head and down over her
shoulders. She holds a small crystal ball in one hand while the other hand
holds a deck of cards.

Strangely, her eyes are closed but her mouth is open has if she is surprised.
No, her mouth looks like it is moaning.

You approach the painting and find a name plate. It reads: “Madame
Arcadia, 1868-“

It is strange that it doesn’t list an end date. Perhaps it is unknown.

Heading on to the table, you approach the crystal ball. The table is tall and
you can rest your elbows in the surface. The crystal ball is about as big as
your head. The inside of the ball is white with streaks of red from the
reflection of the fire nearby.

You walk over to the smaller table. The letters of the alphabet are carved
into the surface, as well as numbers and the words, yes and no. A small disc
with a hole in the center sits on the table. The chair is at the height that one
could sit at the table and easily touch any part of the board.

This is a Ouija board. It is in all the best horror movies. To make it work,
you need to sit down and hold the disc and supposedly, ghosts direct where
the disc goes. The disc has a name, what was it? Oh yes, a planchette.

The fireplace crackles while you survey the room. There certainly is an
atmosphere here. The bare walls, the random perverse tarot cards and the
robe sliding across your naked skin has put you in a certain mood. Anything
feels possible here. If you tried the crystal ball or the Ouija board, you are
sure that something magical will happen.
Which experiment will you try?

The crystal ball.

The Ouija board.

Into the library.

It is too hard to resist a shelf of books, much less a room full of them.
Considering what you have seen so far of the inhabitants of this house,
there is a very good chance that the books here will be memorable.

The room is warm and well-lit by the fireplace. The two chairs you saw are
plush and very comfortable looking. You hadn’t noticed before but each of
the chairs has a small table with matching black lamps.

A large red rug covers the floor. It feels good on your bare feet and reminds
you of fur. You could easily imagine yourself lying on the floor as you read
a good book.

You start with a shelf near the fireplace. Most of the books are bound in
leather. Titles you have never seen before are embossed on the spines.

“The Maiden and the Orc Lord.”

“Taken by the Carnal Circus.”

“My Seven Years as a Mouth for Mistress.”

Heat rises to your face. These are pornographic titles! You are not that
surprised considering what you have seen so far, but still, it is amazing to
see such filthy titles on such nice-looking books. These aren’t cheap
paperback porn books, or the tawdry ebooks you buy online. These books
look expensive and well made.

You keep scanning the titles. Certain themes repeat and become apparent.
There are no gentle stories of wives, swingers or submissives for strict but
loving billionaires. No, these stories are different. They either hint at weird
pleasures or monstrous plundering. These stories tell of strange sex from
strange hands or hint at terrible monsters with horrifying lusts.
It is quite warm in here and it is not from the fireplace. Your robe is sticking
to your thighs. The clingy material pulls at your hard nipples. You keep
wanting to place a hand between your thighs but modesty stops you.

The books are tempting. You are supposed to be waiting in the foyer but
you feel that this might be your one chance to explore these books. There is
a guilty part inside you that wants to take one of these books down and read
it before someone comes along and stops you.

One title catches your eye. It is called ‘The Secret Lovers of Delightia’ and
is bound in a curious green leather. You open it and there is a picture on the
first page. It shows a woman in a sheer summer dress, walking alongside a
stream. In the stream are strange eyes that look up at her. Behind her is a
thin looking creature that looks like a man made of sticks except he has a
very thick stick between his legs that is pointed upwards like a cock.
Gathered by the woman’s feet are odd furry things with eyes and very wide
mouths.

None of the creatures look frightening. There is a softness to them like

something from a children’s book. Well, there is nothing soft about the stick
between the stickman’s legs!

You close the book and set is aside. Browsing the shelves, you look for
another book to catch your eye.

It doesn’t take long. There is a book titled, ‘Captured by the Midnight

Raiders.” You take it down and admire the deep purple leather. Small studs
dot the spine and you nick your finger on one of them. It is surprisingly
sharp.

You open the book to the first page. Like the other book, this one has an
illustration. There is a man, mostly naked except for odd metal plates over
his shoulders and hips. He wears a mask that looks futuristic with glowing
eyes. Muscles cover his body and weird metal gauntlets cover his hands. A
long cock dangles between his legs.
As you keep looking, you see that there are other glowing eyes in the
background. The monster is not alone.

You close the book and shiver. It has an aura of menace that appeals to you.
The other book feels more playful yet just as perverse. It is going to be hard
to pick which to read first.

Then again, maybe you should listen to the guilt that you are feeling. You
are here to use the phone and get your car fixed, not to read other people’s
porn without their permission. These people might not take kindly to having
their privacy violated this way.
Which book will you read?

I’m reading The Secret Lovers of Delightia.

I’m reading Captured by the Midnight Raiders.

I’m putting these books back without reading them.

The crystal ball.

You have always been curious about these things. Do people really see
anything in crystal balls? Does it require a special crystal or is the talent in
the person itself? It is time to find out.

There is no chair so you stand by the table. You bend over a little and peer
into the crystal. It is cloudy, like staring into a giant ice cube. Here and
there, you pick up the reflection of the fireplace.

Maybe you are standing in the wrong spot. You slowly circle the table;
looking into the crystal ball the entire time. When you are directly opposite
the fireplace, you see movement within the crystal. It is like a mist slowly
spreading through the ball.

You lean closer. There are shapes but the shapes are vague. You see
something like a breast but a moment later it looks more like a cock. The
shape moves and it looks like your favorite vibrator but as you look closer,
it resembles a naked man stretched out on a couch.

It is like picking out shapes in clouds. You wish that you could make it
clearer somehow. How are you supposed to see anything when it is this
vague?

You glance up at the painting of Madame Arcadia. She holds her crystal
ball in her hand. Granted, her eyes are closed, but maybe you are supposed
to touch the crystal ball to make it work.

Your hands reach for the crystal ball and you touch it on both sides. The
ball is surprisingly warm. You spread your fingers and rest your palms
against the smooth crystal.

There! Colors are beginning to form. The shapes are coming into focus.
You can see something clearly now!
What do you see?

A candle.

A knife.
A candle.

The crystal ball shows a white candle. The small flame flickers and emits a
tiny wisp of smoke. Hot wax pools around the flame.

A gloved hand picks the candle up. The view pulls back and you see a
person wearing purple robes is carrying the candle. The hood is pulled
down over their face and you can’t tell if the person wearing the robes is a
man or a woman.

The robed person walks over to a stone table. On the table lies a woman,
naked except for a black hood over her head. Chains hold her down to the
table. Full breasts jiggle as she writhes in her chains. Long legs wiggle but
the chains keep her thighs apart. Her sex is completely shaved of hair.

The images you see are so clear. Are you watching some sort of monitor
disguised as a crystal ball? You are not certain.

The robed person passes the candle over the woman. The hood that she is
wearing doesn’t have holes for eyes. She has no idea what is happening
above her.

You lean closer. The robed person moves the candle in strange patterns
above the bound woman. His other hand makes odd gestures as if signaling
to someone or something.

The robed person tilts the candle and a single drop of wax falls on the
chained woman’s belly. She flinches and then she pulls hard on her chains.

That must have hurt but only for a moment as the woman calms down. You
can imagine how the hot wax must have felt on her skin and then how it
must have cooled. Did she scream? You can’t tell for the crystal ball
provides no sound.

The robed figure keeps gesturing and then they tilt the candle again. This
time the wax falls on her right breast. The woman’s back arches and her
body trembles.

Yes, she must have screamed then. You don’t have to hear it to know that
she did.

More wax is tilted onto her body. Her left breast feels the hot sting of wax
and then it is the right breast’s turn. As she continues to wiggle, wax falls
onto her shoulder and then high on her chest. While she trembles, wax falls
on her right thigh and then her left.

The robed figure stops and the woman writhes in her chains. She pulls hard
with her arms but her feet are planted on the stone table. Her pelvis lifts and
falls as if she is trying to fuck something.

A moan escapes your lips. Heat is growing between your thighs. The
chained woman is enjoying her torment and you are enjoying watching her.
You are tempted to touch yourself but you don’t want to move your hands
for fear that the crystal ball might stop working.

The robed figure resumes the wax dripping. He drips hot wax onto the
woman’s thigh and despite her flinching, she manages to keep her leg still.
The robed figure drips a line of wax down the woman’s thigh, onto her
knee, down her shin, across her ankle and then onto her toes. Only then
does the woman’s self-control breaks and she can’t hold still any longer.

The other leg is next. Starting once more at the thigh, the robed figure drips
wax onto the hooded woman’s naked body. Down the thigh, onto her knee,
down her shin, across her ankle and finally onto her toes. He lets more wax
fall this time on her feet until the woman’s back arches and she kicks
savagely against her chains.

The robed figure pauses and once more traces weird patterns in the air
above the woman’s body. His other hand makes strange gestures that are
remarkably obscene. You can’t hear anything but you can imagine that he is
chanting something.
Beneath him, the hooded woman recovers from her ordeal. The wax cools
on her legs. Her breasts, which were rising and falling in a rapid pace
earlier, now begins to slow as she regains her composure.

You take a moment to recover as well. You are breathing hard. There is a
damp spot between your legs and you worry that you have stained the robe.
Your nipples are hard and needing to be touched. Temptation crosses your
mind but once again, you don’t want to break the connection to the crystal
ball by moving your hands.

A second hooded figure appears. Like the first, the purple robes and hood
hide their identity and gender. They are carrying a candle as well.

You wonder if the hooded woman is aware of the second person. A shiver
runs through your body as you imagine the bound woman’s surprise.

Both robed figures tilt their candles. A separate stream of wax drips onto
each of the hooded woman’s breasts. Her back arches again as her entire
body shakes.

The dripping continues. More wax falls and splatters against her tits. The
chained woman begins to twist and turn but the chains keep her in place.
Her head shakes back and forth and it is easy to imagine that she is begging
for mercy.

The robed figures stop. Are they responding to the chained woman’s
request for mercy? No, they are doing their strange hand movements again
except this time their candle waving and finger gestures are working
together for some unknown, yet distinctly obscene-looking purposes.

You wonder if they are done with the wax dripping. The candles seem
noticeably smaller. How long have you been watching?

No, they are not done. The robed figures stop and bring their candles
together. The chained woman seems to sense it and she spreads her legs
wide apart. The candles are brought above her sex and then ever so slowly,
the wax begins to fall.
The woman shakes but she keeps her legs open. Her head snaps from side
to side. The chains holding her arm are pulled tight as she struggles to stay
in place.

You gasp as the wax continues to fall. You wonder what it would feel like to
have melting wax fall on your most intimate of places. The heat directly on
her sex must be incredible. Does she even feel the cooling of the wax or is
that obliterated by the next hot drip to land?

The robed figures pull the candles away. The woman continues to shake.
The candles are placed on either side of the woman on the stone table.

You lean closer against the crystal ball. Your hands press against the crystal
ball and there is a slight give as your fingers sink in. The sensation is like
pushing into warm gelatin. Maybe the ball isn’t made of crystal after all.

The robed figures step away from the candles and it is harder to see them.
They remove their gloves and pull down their hoods. They are disrobing
and you look closer to see who is underneath.
Who are under the robes?

There are two men.

There are two women.

A knife.

The image in the crystal ball becomes clearer. You see a metal knife with a
double-edged blade. The handle is made of leather. The edges are smooth
and look sharp enough to cut through wood.

Someone picks it up and the crystal ball pulls back to reveal them. It is a
man, wearing an old suit. He looks young with curly red hair but his suit is
old and tattered. As he walks, he uses the knife to slice the sleeves off his
suit to reveal muscular arms.

The ceiling of this room slopes at odd angles. Wooden beams are exposed.
A single swinging light bulb is the only light. It looks like an attic and
judging from what you saw outside, it is the attic to this house.

The images you see are so clear. Are you watching some sort of monitor
disguised as a crystal ball? You are not certain.

The man walks over to a woman. She has her arms up and her hands are
bound to a hook. Her bare feet barely touch the ground. A hood covers her
head completely except for an opening for her mouth.

You recognize her clothes. They are yours! She is wearing the same clothes
that you handed over to the butler!

The man says something but there is no sound. The woman twists and turns,
obviously alarmed by what she is hearing. Her panic is infectious and you
find yourself tensing around the crystal ball.

He grabs a hold of her blouse. The woman mutters something you can’t
hear. He places the point of the knife at her throat, right above the neckline.

No, no, no. You want to look away but you can’t.

The man slowly cuts through the collar of her blouse. You let out a sigh of
relief. He isn’t stabbing her; he’s just cutting her clothes.
The relief is short lived as you remember that these are your clothes that he
is cutting.

Down the blade goes and a slit is cut down the front of the blouse. It is
sliced open to reveal her breasts contained in your bra. He places the point
of the blade against the skin of her belly and slowly drags the point
upwards. The point barely avoids breaking the skin.

The breath catches in your throat. What is he going to do to her? Why are
they using your clothes? How is the crystal ball showing you this?

The man keeps talking and the woman shakes her head. The man laughs
silently and then he grabs her arm. He cuts the sleeve from her arm and
pulls the fabric away. As the woman trembles, he uses the knife to cut the
other sleeve from her arm. When he is done cutting, he pulls the remains of
the blouse from the hooded woman’s body, leaving her topless except for
her bra.

Now he grabs her slacks. He uses the knife to saw through her waistband.
The point of the blade pokes her soft skin as he saws and she flinches from
every poke.

You flinch too. Every soft jab makes you squirm in your seat. As you move,
the fabric of the robe pulls and drags across your skin. It feels like fingers
are dragging across your thighs. The robe feels like a man’s breath against
your back. Your body is coming alive with sensations.

The man cuts through the waistband. He says something as he drags the
blade down the side of her slacks. With long slow cuts, he shreds the slacks
in ribbons that fall on the floor.

When he is done, only the hooded woman’s panties and bra remains on her
body. To your surprise, the panties are visibly soaked. They are stained with
the woman’s desire.
Maybe you misread the situation. Could this be a consensual game? That
puts things in a different light. You begin to relax and let out a breath that
you didn’t know that you were holding.

The man brings the knife to the woman’s bra. He cuts through the center
piece and the cups pop outward. You growl as you remember how
expensive that bra was.

The woman trembles. The man says something and she shakes her head
vigorously. He brings the point of the blade up to her breast and presses it
against her firm mound.

A small drop of blood forms from where the point presses. It drips down the
side of the blade and the man laughs.

“Oh shit,” you whisper. Is this still consensual? You are tempted to break
the connection. If you move your hands away, you will lose the image in
the crystal ball. Maybe you should do it now.

You leave your hands where they are, for now.

The man drags the blade down the side of the woman’s breast. The hooded
woman clenches her mouth shut as her body shakes. The blade barely
breaks the skin and leaves an angry red welt behind. He keeps dragging the
blade as it circles her breast. Red welts form a circular pattern on her skin.
Here and there, the cuts and a small drop of blood forms.

Once that is completed, he goes to the other breast. You watch as he

recreates the pattern on the new breast with patient care. The blade barely
breaks the skin, but judging from the way the hooded woman is trembling,
it either hurts or it is scaring the crap out of her.

When the man is finished, he takes a step back to admire his handiwork.
Red patterns encase the woman’s tits. They look like sigils or mazes on her
breasts.
Laughing, the redheaded man slashes the blade down towards her panties.
The woman jumps and cries out silently. A tear appears on the panties and
as he keeps swinging the knife, more tears appear.

When the panties are nothing but shreds, he grabs them and pulls them from
her body. Tiny nicks cover her crotch. She has no hair on her sex and you
can plainly see the angry red marks from where his blade had scratched her.

You are breathing hard in your seat. After the flurry of knife swings, you
can’t believe that she only has tiny cuts to show for it. Either he is very
good with the blade or she is very lucky.

The man squats down in front of her crotch. He presses the point of the
knife against the inside of her thigh. Slowly, ever so slowly, he drags the
blade against her skin. He leaves behind another red line of welts.

The woman is breathing as hard as you. Her breasts rise and fall as she tries
to keep still. Some of the red lines are fading while others turn an angry red.
Her panties are gone but you can see how shiny her pussy lips are with
desire.

The man throws the knife into the air. He catches it and throws it again. The
hooded woman can’t see him doing this but you can. He is tossing it
awfully close to the woman and you fear that he will hit her.

After a few tosses, he catches the knife and swings down towards the
hooded woman’s crotch. You cry out in fear and the hooded woman
screams too. Your heart is pounding as you realize he just stabbed her, but
then the hooded woman smiles and moans.

You lean in closer to the crystal ball. Squinting, you look down at the
woman’s sex. The blade protrudes from her pussy. The man is holding the
blade carefully as he wedges the hilt into the woman.

“Holy shit,” you whisper. He didn’t stab her after all.

The man wiggles the knife. He uses his other hand to grab the hooded
woman by the neck. His fingers close around her throat as he slides the
knife hilt in and out of her pussy.

The hooded woman moans. She bites her lip as his fingers tighten around
her throat. Her mouth opens to moan as he strokes her furiously. She grinds
her hips towards him as he masturbates her.

You begin to relax again. The heat between your legs intensifies. You grind
your thighs together as you debate stroking yourself. The robe slips and
slides across your legs like the hands of a lover.

The man pulls the knife hilt from her sex but he keeps a grip on her throat.
He brings the knife to her underarm and places the point against her skin.
The tip of the blade pushes against the skin without breaking through.

The woman says something but you can’t hear. Is she begging? Is she
pleading? Does she want him to stop or does she want him to continue?

The man responds by tightening his grip around her throat. His fingers turn
white from the force of his squeezing.

The hooded woman gasps. Her hips grinds against his. She begins to shake.

He lets go of her throat. The hooded woman gasps for air and he brings the
knife to her neck. She freezes in mid-gasp, acutely aware of the sharp edge
across her throat.

The hooded man takes a step back and brings the knife down in a slash to
his own crotch. You flinch and he slashes again and again. Is he mutilating
himself? He doesn’t seem to be hurting but he keeps slashing at his pants.

Fabric falls and a thin pale cock emerges. He wasn’t cutting himself. He
was cutting himself free.

Placing the knife between his teeth, he steps back to the hooded woman. He
reaches down and grabs her ass. Lifting her up, he brings her pussy to his
crotch. With an impressive strength, he impales her onto his cock.

The hooded woman cries out. You can’t see her face but the moaning of her
lips tells you how happy she is. She shudders and then smiles.

The man lets go of her with his right hand. The woman’s legs wrap around
him and he keeps his left hand on her ass. He grabs the knife from his
mouth and brings it down to her breasts. The point pushes against the curve
of her tit as he begins to fuck her.

You flinch as they fuck. The knife point is dangerously close to her heart.
Their hips smash together like beasts but he doesn’t have the best grip on
her and she is holding on only with her legs. The slightest imbalance and
that knife is going through her chest.

It doesn’t slow them down. The man grunts silently as he fucks her. The
woman grits her teeth as her legs tighten around him. The blade pokes
harder against her jiggling breast and a drop of blood appears.

You groan. These two are crazy. There is nothing safe about this kind of
sex. You are never going to see fucking like this again.

It is too much to resist. You are going to try to keep the connection with one
hand. Your other hand needs to be between your legs now!

You try to let go of the crystal ball but it won’t move. In fact, your hands
sink into the crystal ball down to your wrists. You watch in horror as your
hands disappear. Pulling does no good; your hands are stuck inside the ball.

Sounds come from the crystal ball. You stop struggling and listen.

The hooded woman grunts as her pussy is savagely fucked.

The man mutters, “Take it, take it, take it,” as he pounds her.

The beam above the woman creaks as it holds her weight.

The woman cries out as the knife pokes her breast a little too sharply.

A large log cracks in the fireplace with a loud pop. Your eyes glance up and
you see the painting of Madame Arcadia. Her mouth looks different. It is
still moaning like before but you swear the lips are wider apart. Has the
painting changed or are you so turned on that you are imagining things?

The hooded woman moans and your eyes are drawn back to the crystal ball.
She has her head thrown back. Her mouth is open almost as wide as
Madame Arcadia’s. She shakes with every hard thrust that the man gives
her.

The knife is no longer at her breast. The man moves it to her ass. The tip of
the blade presses against her ass. When he thrusts into her pussy, her ass is
forced back onto the blade.

You wince. Every thrust drives her ass onto the knife. The act of the cock
thrusting inside her is also threatening to have her ass stabbed. She is
caught between two weapons; one phallic and one very sharp.

The need in your pussy intensifies. What you are seeing is scary but you are
also very turned on. If you could move your hand, you have no doubt that
you could get yourself off in seconds. You could stroke in time to the
redheaded man’s thrusts.

You pull again on the crystal ball. Your feet brace and you pull back with all
your might. Your arms won’t budge. Whatever has your hands inside the
crystal ball just won’t let go.

The man groans louder. His hips freeze and his ass quivers. He roars his
pleasure, no doubt emptying his cock deep inside the bound woman.

The hooded woman shudders. She cries out her own climax. Did the rush of
seed inside her push her over the edge or was it the way his knife is
pressing against her bare ass?
The man pulls out of her. His cock is slick with her juices and his seed. He
brings the knife around to her chest, dragging down between her breasts
once more.

The hooded woman moans with more pleasure.

The man steps away. He gets between the light bulb and your view. The ball
grows dark and you can barely see.

Your arms sink deeper until your nose is pressing against the hard glass.
Pinned to the crystal ball, you can’t look away as another shape in the
darkness takes form. What can it be?
What can you see?

A grid of lines.

One thin line.

A grid of lines.

You keep sinking into the crystal ball. Your face goes into the crystal and
darkness greets you. The rest of your body is pulled in and you try to
scream but no sound comes from your mouth.

Darkness surrounds you completely. You turn your head back and forth but
there is nothing to see. You feel yourself start to spin and a terrible dizziness
overtakes you.

The spinning stops. You open your eyes and try to focus. There is a
crisscross pattern of red lines in front of you. As your vision clears, you
realize that the pattern is a series of small cuts on a woman’s ass.

You become aware of your body. Your hands are tied above your head. The
flimsy robe clings to your body. Cold floorboards are beneath your feet.

The woman in front of you turns around. It is the hooded woman. Slits have
been cut into her hood to allow her bright green eyes to see. She looks at
you and smiles.

“Enjoyed watching us?” she asks.

You don’t know how to answer. The redheaded man walks around from
behind you. His cock is still erect and covered in his lover’s juices. He
carries two knives now.

“Here you go, dear,” he says as he hands a knife to the hooded woman.

“It is rude to watch,” the woman says.

“Very rude,” the man says.

They come closer, smiling as they bring their knives towards you.

“You’ve seen how we play with people we love,” the woman says.
“Now watch us play with someone who pisses us off,” the man says.

You scream as the knives flash forward.

The cutting end.

One thin line.

You keep sinking into the crystal ball. Your face goes into the crystal and
darkness greets you. The rest of your body is pulled in and you try to
scream but no sound comes from your mouth.

Darkness surrounds you completely. You turn your head back and forth but
there is nothing to see. Something is wrapped around your head as tight as a
lover’s embrace. You are standing with your arms held high above you. It is
a struggle to keep your balance and you are on the tips of your toes.

There is a tearing sound and a thin line appears in front of your eyes. There
is a flash of steel and another line appears. Light flood in through the holes.

The redheaded man smiles at you. He holds the knife in front of your face.
The hood that you are wearing begins to split apart from the cuts he had
made.

“Time to go back in your cage again,” he says.

You are confused for a moment. Weren’t you looking in a crystal ball a
moment ago?

The sensations on your body tell a different story. There are dozens of small
stings on your body from where the knife barely cut you. Your ass hurts
from where the knife poked you. Hot seed fills your pussy and the bliss of
afterglow fills your body. Your arms ache from being above your head for
so long. You have been here, in this attic, for quite a while.

The knife flashes upwards and your bonds are cut. You bring your hands
down and massage your arms. Your feet are grateful to be flat on the cold
floorboards.

“Come on.” The redheaded man says. He pokes your back with the knife.
You know where to go. Ahead of you, tucked between two large chests, is
your cage. You get down on your hands and knees so you can go through
the low door. As you crawl in, the door closes behind you.

“I’ll be back later,” the man says. He turns out the light before going down
the stairs.

Yes, you know that he will be back. You remember nights and nights of him
cutting you. You remember nights of him fucking you. It has been going on
for so long that you don’t remember a time when you weren’t a plaything in
an attic, waiting to be bound, teased, threatened, cut and fucked again.

The sharp end.

The Ouija board.

You take your place in the chair. The fireplace crackles and pops in front of
you. The flames illuminate the board and make it easy to read.

How does this work again? It slowly comes back to you. You place two
fingers from each hand on either side of the planchette. Taking a deep
breath and letting it out, you ask your first question.

“Is anyone here?”

Now is when the spirits, using your hands, guide the planchette.

Nothing happens. Did you do something wrong? Nah, this is why you are
supposed to do it with a group. That way someone can guide the planchette
with their fingers and you wouldn’t be able to tell who was doing it.

You take your hands away from the planchette. This was a silly idea.

The planchette begins to shake. It twitches and then slides down to the left
side of the board. It stops on top of the YES.

“Holy shit,” you whisper. This is not what you were expecting. A shiver
runs down your spine. Is this real? You peek under the table. There is no
machines or suspicious devices. It is just solid wood.

You look back at the top of the table. “What is your name?”

The planchette twitches and then begins to slide again. Letter by letter, it
moves across the board.

Z-A-C-H-A-R-I-A-H

“Zachariah?” you ask out loud. “Is that your name?”

The planchette slides back to YES.

Your heart is pounding. Are you talking to a ghost? Zachariah certainly
sounds like an old name. What are you supposed to do now? When you
were younger, you asked ghosts if you were going to get a date for Friday
night or whether you were going to graduate college. That seems silly now.
Should you ask for secrets of the afterlife or something more practical like
where the telephone is in this house?

You decide to start with being polite. “Hello Zachariah, I am pleased to

meet you. How are you doing?”
The planchette glides across the table.

D-E-A-D

“I’m sorry to hear that,” you say. “Are there other ghosts where you are?”

M-A-N-Y-G-H-O-S-T-S-T-O-O-M-A-N-Y-T-O-C-O-U-N-T

Another shiver goes down your spine. “You mean in the afterlife?”

N-O-A-F-T-E-R-L-I-F-E-J-U-S-T-H-O-U-S-E

No afterlife? That doesn’t sound good at all. Maybe Zachariah just means
that he is stuck in the house with the other ghosts. Wait, why does this
house have so many ghosts? Do you really want to know?

“How did you become a ghost?”

P-U-N-I-S-H-E-D

“By whom?” you ask.

T-H-E-M-I-S-T-R-E-S-S-T-H-E-M-I-S-T-R-E-S-S-T-H-E-M-I-S-T-R-E-S-
S-T-H

“Okay, okay!” you yell and the planchette stops moving. Wow, you didn’t
know ghosts could freak out.
The planchette starts moving again. Thankfully, it spells out something
different this time.

C-O-L-D

“I’m sorry,” you say. “I didn’t think ghosts could feel anything.”

W-A-R-M-Z-A-C-H-A-R-I-A-H

You glance at the fireplace. The fire is already big. “Okay, do you need me
to add some logs or something?”

N-O-F-I-R-E-N-E-E-D-S-O-M-E-T-H-I-N-G-T-O-M-A-K-E-Z-A-C-H-A-
R-I-A-H-S-P-I-R-I-T-W-A-R-M

“How can I do that?” you ask.

The planchette zips along the board at a much faster speed. He is in a hurry
to spell this one out.

S-H-O-W-Z-A-C-H-A-R-I-A-H-Y-O-U-R-T-I-T-S

Well, that is unexpected! This ghost is apparently a pervert!

That is if it is a ghost at all. Maybe this is some sort of prank being played
on you. You look around, trying to figure out if there is a camera
somewhere. The bare room doesn’t leave many places for a camera except
maybe the crystal ball or maybe even than painting. The crystal ball seems
too far away but the painting would give a good angle to see your breasts.

You look back down at the Ouija board. Ghost or hidden person, they want
to see your tits. Allegedly, it will warm his spirit but that might just be a sad
story to get women to disrobe. Dead or alive, he is acting just like any man.

It is a little flattering. Imagine reaching beyond the veil of life and death,
just to see someone’s breasts. Or if it is a prank, imagine the elaborate
preparation it would take just to get you here to expose your breasts. Either
way, you don’t get that kind of attention every day. Besides, as flimsy as
this robe is, you feel like you are half-naked anyway.

Still, you don’t know. Once you start exposing yourself to requests from a
Ouija board, when does it stop? Maybe this is just a little too weird for you.
How do you handle Zachariah’s request?

Show my tits.

Politely refuse.
Further down the hall.

None of those rooms held your interest. You keep walking and go around a
corner.

The hall widens. The walls change to light yellow wallpaper. The lamps are
replaced with recess lights in the ceiling. The floor is smooth tile with a
faint gray pattern. Is the pattern supposed to be birds or some sort of mask?
It is hard to tell.

The robe you wear continues to taunt you. The soft material glides across
your bottom like a flirting hand. The fabric pulls on your nipples and makes
them hard. The material on your shoulders seem to grip tightly like a lover’s
embrace.

A painting hangs on the left wall. It shows a beautiful older woman with
long blonde hair who is being held in the air by rope. There is rope tied
around her arms and legs. Rope snakes around her ample pale breasts and
separates them. Another length of rope goes between her legs and is tight
against the lips of her pussy.

The woman has a bright smile. She looks very happy for someone who is
completely bound. This just goes to show that this really is a house of kinky
freaks.

A nameplate under the painting reads, “Lorelei, 1963-“

Beside the painting is a set of double doors. Music comes from the other
side. It sounds like flutes or pipes. The music is upbeat and your feel your
heart race to hear it.

You get closer to the door. Other instruments join the flutes. There is a
jingling sound like a tambourine. A violin joins in and then another.
Underneath it all, you hear a piano softly playing.
The music is infectious. Your hips move with the music. An urge to throw
off your robe comes over you. Right now, you just want to dance.

“Come away from there, Miss,” a voice says.

A maid with short spiky black hair stands behind you. At least, you think
she is a maid but her uniform is very inappropriate. The black and white top
exposes her midriff and pushes her breasts up into cleavage that leaves
nothing to the imagination. She walks on high heels with black stockings up
to her thighs but she wears no skirt or underwear over her shaved sex.
White gloved hands lead you gently away from the door.

“What is in there?” you ask.

The maid shakes her head. You notice her lip piercing. “That is the
ballroom, Miss. That is where people dance and never stop. Are you new
here?”

“Yes,” you say. “The butler told me to wait in the foyer but she never came
back. I was looking for her.”

The maid takes you by the hand further down the hall. “You made the right
choice, Miss,” the maid says. “You wouldn’t want to still be there when she
gets back. It shows that you are too obedient.”

“Oh,” you say. You are not sure what she means by that. “Look, my car
broke down and I was hoping to use your phone. I need to call a garage or
somebody to let them know where I am.”

“I believe Wanda is using the phone now, Miss,” the maid says. “Here, why
don’t you come with me while I do one of my chores?”

The maid opens a door and leads you inside a small room. A single light
bulb in the ceiling illuminates the place. Shelves line the walls and on every
shelf, are dozens of dildoes! A small cot sits up against the wall.

“Where is this?” you say. The maid guides you to the cot and you sit down.
“Storage room, of course,” the maid says. She closes the door and locks it.
“My name is Erin. What is yours?”

You tell her. Erin smiles. “I like the sound of that. It is a good name to
scream.”

A shudder runs through you. “Thank you, I think. You said that you had a
chore to do in here?”

“Oh yes, Miss,” Erin says. “The butler asked me to find out which dildo
size you are. Now, would you say that you prefer a large dildo, or a small?”

“Excuse me?” you say.

“You heard me,” Erin says. She has a whimsical smile that puts you at ease.
Or makes you want to run for the door. It could go either way.

She is waiting for your answer.

What do you tell the sexy maid?

I prefer the large ones.

I prefer the small ones.

I think I will be going now.

There are two men.

The robes drop away to reveal two pale men. Of course, only men could be
cruel enough to do what they have been doing.

The men step closer to the candles and you get a better look at them. They
are naked but their bodies are physical perfection. Muscles ripple along
their tall frames. Their heads are bald and for that matter, you are not sure if
they have any hair on their bodies at all.

What really impress you are their cocks. Both are hung like porn stars.
Their dicks swing with massive menace between their legs.

One of the naked men walks over to the hooded woman’s head. He grabs a
wax-splattered breast and squeezes. His fingers crack the cooling wax and
mauls her breast.

The woman tries to take it but the hand hurts her too much. She wiggles and
pulls but the chains keep her from grabbing the hand. There is nothing she
can do.

The other naked man goes between her legs. He climbs onto the table with
his massive erection. You match the muscles on his back as she slowly
crawls between the woman’s legs. Sweat runs down his broad chest as he
gets into position. He aims his erection down at her waxy pussy lips.

Both naked men raise a hand and make another gesture. Their hands cut
through the air in arcane patterns. When they are done, their hands drop
down together.

The naked man at her pussy enters her. She cries out silently as his girth
impales her sex. Her body is taut and trembles from head to toe. He pushes
in until he is completely inside her.

The naked man at her head lowers his cock to the hooded woman’s mouth.
He slips between her lips at an awkward angle. The woman keeps still as
her mouth and then her throat is invaded.

Together, the naked men fuck the hooded woman at both ends. The one
between her legs is fast and quick, his hips pumping like a wild machine.
Muscles strain along his back, arms and legs as he rams his cock inside her,

The one at her throat is slow and deliberate. His body is like a perfectly
carved statue as he lowers into her mouth. You watch his cock disappear
and then reappear between the hooded woman’s sucking lips.

You let out another moan. A puddle of your desire forms on the seat. Heat
rises to your cheeks and you know that you are flushed. You are having the
hardest time sitting still.

All this movement is causing your robe to pull and drag across your skin.
The fabric teases your breasts and it feels like the soft fingertips of a lover.
Your thighs feel like they are being breathed on. The robe moves against
your back and it feels like a dozen kisses.

Can you risk stroking yourself? Maybe one hand is all you need to maintain
the connection. For that matter, maybe you don’t need to keep your hands
on the ball now that it has activated. It might be worth losing sight of this
scene if you can just reach between your legs and stroke your needy pussy.

You keep your hands on the crystal. It is tempting, but now that they are
fucking, you can’t bring yourself to take that risk.

The naked man fucking the chained woman uses one hand to grab her free
breast. Like the other man, his fingers are tight and cruel. He tugs on her tit
as if he owns her.

You don’t know the relationship of the people involved, maybe he does own
her. The thought sends another shiver down your spine and your legs spread
wider apart.

He gropes the tit and pulls on it. His hips keep thrusting as he uses her. Her
body shakes with the force and passion of his thrusts. You feel sorry for the
rough way he is using her but at the same time you are jealous of his touch.

The naked man fucking her mouth sinks all the way down to her lips. His
balls rest on her hooded face. Impossibly, his giant cock is inside her mouth
and undoubtedly down her throat.

All the while, his other hand continues to crush her breast in a vice. In
contrast to the other man who pulls and tugs on her breast, the man at her
mouth merely squeezes. He has her nipple trapped between her fingers and
it looks so stiff.

You focus on the cock inside the hooded woman’s mouth. You watch it
throb. It is so big, it seems to stretch her lips. You wonder how it feels down
her throat. Your own lips open as you wonder how it would feel down your
own.

The naked man fucking her pussy fucks her faster. He is a wild animal
between her legs. His thrusts are savage as he pounds her into the table. Her
body shakes and quivers but you also see her trying to close her legs around
him. The speed at which he fucks is inhuman.

At her mouth, the naked man there is still fucking her mouth with infinite
patience and slowness. Like some sort of optical illusion, his long member
emerges from her hooded lips and then disappears in its entirety as it sinks
back down. It stays hard the entire time and pushes against the sides of her
cheeks.

Another moan escapes your lips. You grind against your seat. The robe
pulls against your legs like gentle kisses.

The hooded woman takes both naked men. She keeps her head still as her
mouth is used over and over again. Her legs go limp as the naked man there
rams her tender sex. Both of her breasts are clenched and squeezed beyond
any sort of human comfort.

The man fucking her pulls out. He lets go of her breast as he grips his dick
with both hands. His cock is slick with the juices of her pussy and he pumps
it furiously.

At her head, the man pulls his cock from her mouth. He lowers his balls to
her lips and out comes her tongue to lick them. As she worships his balls,
he jacks his cock with both hands.

“Who will come first?” you whisper. The fireplace crackles but it gives no
answers.

The man at her head climaxes. He shoots a long stream of seed that land on
the naked woman’s body. It joins the wax that already splatters her.

A moment later, the man between her legs comes. His stream arcs through
the air before splashing down on her abused breasts.

The woman shudders as the keep jacking their dicks. Stream after stream of
seed lands on her wiggling body. She pulls on her chains, not to escape but
to get as much of her body as possible covered in their come.

The naked man climbs down from the table. He walks around to the hooded
woman’s head. Grabbing her shoulders, he pulls her body easily across the
stone table. The chains pull on her legs and holds them tight. Her head
hangs off the edge of the table and tilts back.

The hooded woman opens her mouth and the man slides his pussy-covered
cock into her lips. He grabs both of her breasts as he slams into her mouth.
The woman shudders as he fills her throat. He fucks her face with the same
fury that he fucked her pussy.

As for the other naked man, he has walked around the table and climbed
onto it. He strokes his still hard cock and aims it down towards her sex. As
slow as a melting candle, he enters her pussy.

You groan. They are going to do it again. Fuck, how wet that woman’s
pussy must be! How sore her jaw must be! How lucky she is to be fucked
again!
It is too much to resist. You are going to try to keep the connection with one
hand. Your other hand needs to be between your legs now!

You try to let go of the crystal ball but it won’t move. In fact, your hands
sink into the crystal ball down to your wrists. You watch in horror as your
hands disappear. Pulling does no good; your hands are stuck inside the ball.

Sounds come from the crystal ball. You stop struggling and listen.

The hooded woman grunts as the naked man furiously fucks her mouth.

The naked man between her legs chants something unintelligible as he

slowly fucks her.

The chains rattle as the hooded woman is fucked at both ends.

The naked man at her mouth chants as he pulls on her tits.

A large log cracks in the fireplace with a loud pop. Your eyes glance up and
you see the painting of Madame Arcadia. Her mouth looks different. It is
still moaning like before but you swear the lips are wider apart. Has the
painting changed or are you so turned on that you are imagining things?

The hooded woman gags and your eyes are drawn back to the crystal ball.
The man deep in her throat pulls out. Spit falls from the hooded woman’s
lips as she gasps. Her chest heaves as she fights to gain her breath. Before
she can do so, the naked man is back between her lips; face-fucking her
mouth.

In contrast, the man between her legs is pumping long and slow. His hips
seem to move in slow motion. In and out, his cock moves with incredible
patience.

You squirm in your seat. How would it feel to have that big cock moving so
slowly inside you? What would it be like to have your mouth used in such a
rough manner? Could you take both at once?
The man at her mouth suddenly stops ramming her face. He pulls his dick
out and strokes it furiously. You have seen this before; he is going to come
soon.

Between the hooded woman’s legs, the naked man pulls out of her. He sits
up and grabs his cock and pumps it.

This time you can hear their slick cocks being pumped. Both men are
chanting different strange words but together the words form a harmony. As
for the woman, she makes small whining sounds as if she can’t wait to get
fucked again.

The man at her mouth climaxes first. He lets out a mighty roar of triumph.
His seed lands on her chest and joins the wax and come from earlier.

The man at her pussy comes next. A fountain of seed gushes from his cock.
He sprays her body with a fresh load of his sticky come.

You moan at the sight. As you moan, your arms sink deep into the crystal
ball up to your elbow. Bracing your feet, you try to pull back but you can’t.
The ball holds you as tightly as the chains hold the hooded woman.

The naked men step away from the stone table. The hooded woman lies still
except for the occasional shiver of afterglow.

Darkness comes over the crystal ball. Your arms sink deeper until your nose
is pressing against the hard glass. Pinned to the crystal ball, you can’t look
away as another shape takes form. What can it be?
What shape do you see in the glass?

Nothing but pitch darkness.

A glimmer of light in the dark.

There are two women.

The robes drop away to reveal two pale women. Of course, only women
could be cruel enough to do what they have been doing.

The women step closer to the candles and you get a better look at them.
They are naked but their bodies are physical perfection. Wide hips, long
legs and full breasts sway with every step. Their heads are bald and for that
matter, you are not sure if they have any hair on their bodies at all.

They take up positions on either side of the hooded woman. Raising one
hand in the air to make a weird gesture, their other hand descends on the
bound woman. Together they each pinch separate wax-splattered nipple
with sharp nails.

The hooded woman flinches. She pulls on the chains but she can’t escape.
Her back arches as the pinching increases. The wax on her naked body
shifts and cracks from her struggles.

The bald women release her nipple but the reprieve is short lived. Both
women pinch new parts of her breasts. Sharp nails puncture wax layers to
squeeze the skin beneath. Once the flesh is gripped, they cruelly twist the
sensitive skin. They hold the pinch for six seconds before releasing and
pinching a new part of her breast.

You groan. It looks painful. The bald women are merciless with their
pinching. Your own nipples are hard and pressing against the soft fabric of
your robe.

Around and round her breasts the bald women pinch. All the while, their
left hands stay up in the air. Their fingers go through a sequence of gestures
over and over again.

The two women separate. One pinches the skin of the hooded woman’s
belly while the other woman pinches her way upwards to the hooded
woman’s neck.
Your attention is split. You want to watch the bald woman who is pinching
the hooded woman’s shoulder. You want to watch the bald woman who is
savagely pinching the bald woman’s hip. Each pinch is crueler and more
sadistic than the last and you don’t want to miss a one.

The hooded woman writhes under their attention. Her mouth is moving but
no sound comes from the crystal ball. Is she begging them to stop? Is she
begging them to keep going? You know which you would be saying.

The bald woman by the hooded woman’s face smiles wickedly. Her fingers
dart in and grab the hooded woman’s exposed lip. The hooded woman
freezes as sharp nails tighten and twist her poor red lip.

You let out a moan. That must hurt! Your legs clench together and a puddle
forms on the seat beneath you. You find it hard to sit still.

All this movement is causing your robe to pull and drag across your skin.
The fabric teases your breasts and it feels like the dragging touch of a
fingernail. Your thighs feel like they are being touched by a glancing brush
of lips. The robe moves against your back and it feels like the pressing
touch of nipples.

Can you risk stroking yourself? Maybe one hand is all you need to maintain
the connection. For that matter, maybe you don’t need to keep your hands
on the ball now that it has activated. It might be worth losing sight of this
scene if you can just reach between your legs and stroke your needy pussy.

You keep your hands on the crystal. It is tempting but you can’t bring
yourself to take that risk.

The other bald woman has made her way down to the hooded woman’s
pelvis. Pinch by pinch, she gets closer and closer to the bound woman’s sex.
The bound woman’s legs open as if in invitation.

You lick your lips. If she pinches the woman’s pussy, it is going to hurt
immensely. It might be too much to bear. You can’t wait.
Eventually the bald woman reaches the hooded woman’s pussy. It is
covered in cooled wax but it provides no protection. The sharp nails pinch
the side of her pussy lip and slowly squeezes. The wax cracks and thighs
quiver.

The hooded woman is trying to scream with her mouth still being pinched
but you can’t hear if she is successful. The bald women continue to pinch
her lips at both ends. Harder and harder they twist and the helpless woman
can do nothing but take it.

They release her skin together. The hooded woman shudders.

You let out a sigh of relief as well. This is intense. You have never seen
such blatant cruelty. Your heart is racing and your cheeks are flushed.

The pinching continues. The bald woman releases the lip and moves to
pinch a shoulder instead. The other woman lets go of the pussy and pinches
a thigh. Pinch by pinch, both women work their way around the hooded
woman’s body.

The hooded woman tries to avoid the pinches but the chains hold her down.
Her back arches when the bald women return to her breasts. Her legs spread
as each of the women pinch a separate pussy lip. Her head snaps back and
forth as the bald women pinch each and every toe.

The bald women stop pinching their captive and take a step back. Their
hands wave through the air as their mouths say something you can’t hear.
The candles on either side of the table flicker as if a breeze is blowing
through the room.

Together, the bald women step back to the table. Each of them grabs one of
the hooded woman’s pinched breasts. Their fingers sink into her tit, forcing
the hooded woman to cry out silently once more.

Their other hands go to the hooded woman’s pussy. You brace yourself to
watch more pinching but no, their fingers are gentle now. Up and down,
their hands move together to stroke the bound woman’s wet pussy.

You groan. Your own thighs part and you wish for the touch of their hands
on your own neglected sex.

The hooded woman shudders. Her back arches and her head rolls from side
to side. Is she enjoying the stroking of her sex or is she suffering under the
squeezing of her tits? It is likely that it is both.

The bald women stroke faster. They take turns slipping their fingers into the
hooded woman’s sex. When one is thrusting inside the pussy, the other is
busy stroking the pussy lips. Their fingers become shiny with the woman’s
desire.

While this is going on, they continue to torment the hooded woman’s
breast. Their strong hands squeeze and sharp nails torment her tender flesh.
They trap her nipples between fingers and then pull. Her breasts are pulled
and tugged into distorting shapes that are hard to watch.

The hooded woman is breathing hard. Her thighs tremble as her feet kick
against the stone. She clenches her hands into helpless fists.

But throughout it all, her hips keep moving. She humps the fingers inside
her. She grinds against the hands stroking her pussy. She swivels her hips in
a dance of lust.

The finger fucking grows more frenzied. The bald women no longer take
turns as both of them thrust inside the trapped women. They fuck her pussy
with a speed that would put a vibrator to shame.

The hooded woman’s entire body clenches and then she lets out a scream
that you can’t hear. She trembles and shakes as the force of her orgasm
racks her body. The chains hold her down as she tries to rise to a sitting
position before she collapses back onto the table.

The bald women remove their fingers and release the hooded woman’s poor
abused breasts. Still chanting words you cannot hear, they climb up on the
table. One gets between the hooded woman’s legs while the other climbs up
near the hooded woman’s head.

You groan. They are going to keep fucking. Fuck, how wet that woman’s
pussy must be! How sore her tits must be! How lucky she is to be used and
taken!

It is too much to resist. You are going to try to keep the connection with one
hand. Your other hand needs to be between your legs now!

You try to let go of the crystal ball but it won’t move. In fact, your hands
sink into the crystal ball down to your wrists. You watch in horror as your
hands disappear. Pulling does no good; your hands are stuck inside the ball.

Sounds come from the crystal ball. You stop struggling and listen.

The hooded woman sighs as one of the bald women climbs onto her face.

The bald woman between her legs chants something unintelligible as she
slowly lowers her head to the wet pussy before her

The chains rattle as the hooded woman struggles to touch both of her
tormentors.

The bald woman at her mouth chants as she rides the hooded woman’s face.

A large log cracks in the fireplace with a loud pop. Your eyes glance up and
you see the painting of Madame Arcadia. Her mouth looks different. It is
still moaning like before but you swear the lips are wider apart. Has the
painting changed or are you so turned on that you are imagining things?

The loud sound of pussy eating draws your eyes back to the crystal ball.
The bald woman between the hooded woman’s legs has her ass high in the
air as she passionately licks the pussy before her. The earlier cruelty is gone
as the bald woman licks, nibbles and devours with adoration.
The bald woman riding the hooded woman’s face throws her head back in
pleasure. She grabs her breasts while her sex dances on the hooded
woman’s mouth. Her ass clenches in beautiful ways as her hips bucks back
and forth.

The hooded woman writhes in sexual ecstasy. She tries to grind against the
face of the woman licking her pussy. Her head moves back and forth as she
tries to borrow up into the sex that she is licking.

You whimper. While the women are eating pussy, your own sex is being
neglected. It is disturbing that your hands are stuck inside the crystal ball
but almost more disturbing is the fact that you can’t stroke yourself!

The bald women are no longer chanting. The only sounds they make are
moans.

The hooded woman trembles again. You recognize the signs of her coming
climax. The bald woman sitting on her face grabs her by the hood and
grinds her pussy into her face. She smothers the hooded woman while she
comes.

You moan at the sight and sounds. As you moan, your arms sink deep into
the crystal ball up to your elbow. Bracing your feet, you try to pull back but
you can’t. The ball holds you as tightly as the chains hold the hooded
woman.

The bald women rise away from their positions. They climb off the stone
table. The hooded woman lies still except for the occasional shiver of
afterglow.

Darkness comes over the crystal ball. Your arms sink deeper until your nose
is pressing against the hard glass. Pinned to the crystal ball, you can’t look
away as another shape takes form. What can it be?
What do you see?

The soft curve of a breast.

The hard curve of glass.

Back out into the hallway.

It’s not that you don’t trust Zachariah as much as you are not crazy about
going through a secret door. A hidden passage feels like it would take you
somewhere that you aren’t supposed to be.

Pulling your robe tightly around your body, you purr as the robe touches the
parts of you that Zachariah touched. You go to the doorway, pause to wave
goodbye and then go out into the hall.

The room full of books is right in front of you but you turn to go down the
hall. You keep walking and go around a corner.

The hall widens. The walls change to light yellow wallpaper. The lamps are
replaced with recess lights in the ceiling. The floor is smooth tile with a
faint gray pattern. Is the pattern supposed to be birds or some sort of mask?
It is hard to tell.

The robe you wear continues to taunt you. The soft material glides across
your bottom like a flirting hand. The fabric pulls on your nipples and makes
them hard. The material on your shoulders seem to grip tightly like a lover’s
embrace.

A painting hangs on the left wall. It shows a beautiful older woman with
long blonde hair who is being held in the air by rope. There is rope tied
around her arms and legs. Rope snakes around her ample pale breasts and
separates them. Another length of rope goes between her legs and is tight
against the lips of her pussy.

The woman has a bright smile. She looks very happy for someone who is
completely bound. This just goes to show that this really is a house of kinky
freaks.

A nameplate under the painting reads, “Lorelei, 1963-“

Beside the painting is a set of double doors. Music comes from the other
side. It sounds like flutes or pipes. The music is upbeat and your feel your
heart race to hear it.

You get closer to the door. Other instruments join the flutes. There is a
jingling sound like a tambourine. A violin joins in and then another.
Underneath it all, you hear a piano softly playing.

The music is infectious. Your hips move with the music. An urge to throw
off your robe comes over you. Right now, you just want to dance.

You open the door. A giant ballroom looms before you. Chandeliers fill the
room with light and show off the rich brown floors made of hardwood.
Dark walls surround the room, giving the impression that the room sits in a
field of night sky.

Where is the music coming from? There is a section of the room set aside
for a band. Instruments sit unused in chairs. The piano lid is closed. No one
is playing music but the sound is coming from this part of the room.

The music shifts. It reminds you of your favorite song. Your hips begin to
sway and energy fills your body.

You need to dance! It doesn’t matter if you are alone. In some ways, it
makes it easier.

Moving to the center of the ballroom, you begin to dance. Back and forth
your hips move. Your shoulders join in and make strange arm gestures that
make sense with the music. You let yourself go to the music and sink into
the rhythm.

The robe is too clingy. You shed the robe and it drops to the ground. Now
you feel free. You begin to jump and spin with the music.

More instruments join in. There is a trumpet now. There is the soft tones of
a cello. Wait, is that a gameleste?
Somebody dances past you. It is surprising to see someone but you don’t
stop dancing. He is dark and handsome and his long cock bounces lovely
with his dancing hips.

A woman joins in. Her long blonde hair trails behind her. She smiles at you,
her pale cheeks flushed as she dances. The hair over her pussy is just as
golden as the hair on her head.

You keep dancing. It is good to see others. You dance with the man and
then dance with the woman. All of you are smiling and happy. There is no
jealousy on the dance floor.

More instruments join the music. There is a quick beat of a drum.

Trombones keep the beat with their deep tones. There is a shrill yet magical
sound of a pan flute.

There are more people dancing now. Black, white, Asian, Indian and others
you can’t identify. They are of all shapes and sizes but one thing they have
in common is that they are wonderful dancers.

The ballroom floor is filled with dancing bodies. You move among each
other with skill and grace.

A pale hand glides over your breast, sending shivers down your spine.

You briefly grip the cock of a tall dark man before releasing it.

A woman’s lips kiss the back of your neck before she dances away.

A man’s hands go to your hips, squeezing tightly before letting go.

You kiss an Asian woman’s bountiful breasts as you dance together.

All this touching is sending signals to your sex. You are getting soaking
wet. Desire runs down your legs. The troubles with Zachariah are forgotten
as you dance. Right now, you just want to fuck.
You think about touching yourself but that would stop your dancing. Your
hands must move with the music. You are too swept up in the sound to
stand still and masturbate.

But you can touch other people. You can slip a quick finger into a wet pussy
or grip a stiff cock. Well, at least for a moment before the music takes you
away from them again.

The music continues.

So does the dancing.

You get hornier and hornier but oddly enough, never tired.

At some point, you spot the butler at the doorway. She waves at you before
closing the doors shut.

You wave back and then go back to dancing.

The joyous end.

Be naughty and see what I can spy on through the window.

Before you can go knocking on any strange doors, you want to know what
you could be getting into. That is the safe reason that you plan to give if
anyone catches you. The more honest reason is that you are hoping to see
someone doing something they don’t want people to see.

You follow the wraparound porch around the side of the house. It is raining
but the porch roof gives you plenty of shelter. You are still dripping wet
from earlier but at least you are not getting any wetter.

Light is coming from two windows. You crouch down and carefully walk to
the first one. It is open so you try to be as quiet as possible. Moving very
carefully, you peek in.

It looks like some sort of laboratory. Test tubes bubble and strange liquids
flow through tubes into other tubes. A small tower arcs with electricity. A
chalkboard filled with indecipherable scrawls sits in the corner. It looks less
like a lab where science is done and more like a lab that belongs in a horror
movie. You wonder if the room is a set of some kind. It couldn’t possibly be
a real lab.

Someone is in the lab. It is a black woman and she has her bare back to you.
Her head is down and everything below her hips is blocked from your sight
by a long table. She writhes and undulates as her body shudders.

“Yes, yes, oh FUCK yes!” she cries. She throws her head back in ecstasy.

A surge of excitement runs through you. You found something dirty at your
first window! But what exactly have you found?

The black woman grinds her hips. She stays in place as she moves against
something. Muscles tense along her dark back as she quivers.

“FUCK!” she cries out again. She grinds even harder.

Too bad that you can see what she is doing. That damn table sits on a base
that doesn’t let you see through it. Wait a second, what is on the table itself?
Are those straps? They are! That table is meant to hold people down!

Since you can’t see anything, you make your way over to the next window.
Lightning flashes and you freeze in your tracks. Thunder booms and the
wind seems to pick up. You keep going.

The next window is closed but it stands next to a door. You are glad to see
that it is closed but as hard as it is raining, you wonder if anyone would hear
you anyway. You lean to the window and peek.

It is a kitchen and a modern looking one at that. Green marble counters and
stainless-steel appliances fill the kitchen. It is very well lit. You are taken
back. The house looks old but the kitchen could come out of today’s
catalog.

There are people in the kitchen. One of them is a tall man. He stands against
a wall and his hands are tied above his head. He has long red hair and a
black blindfold across his eyes. He also has something yellow in his mouth.
It is jammed into his mouth and preventing him from speaking. Could that a
lemon?

The man is naked and your eyes are drawn to the hard cock between his
legs. The member looks red and several welts decorate his bare thighs.

The other person is a woman. She is dark and might be Hispanic. A white
apron covers her wide hips but leaves her large ass exposed. The apron
barely covers her massive brown tits. Long black hair is pulled into a
ponytail.

The woman carries a wooden spoon in her hand. She says something and
the man shakes his head. You can’t hear anything that they are saying.

Without warning, the woman lashes out with her spoon. It strikes the man’s
left nipple. His arms tense and his jaw clenches around the lemon in his
mouth. He struggles but the rope holding his hands won’t let go.
Well, it looks like you found the bondage shit that you were expecting. The
woman with the apron isn’t fucking around!

The woman grabs the man’s cock. He stiffens as she strokes him. Just as he
begins to relax, she smacks his other nipple with the wooden spoon.

The man reacts. He pulls on the ropes but they won’t let go. Maybe he
screamed with the lemon in his mouth. It is hard to tell with the window
closed.

The woman says something and then lays the wooden spoon down on a
counter. Still wearing her apron, she heads out a door. Is she coming back?

You look at the man. He is a bit handsome with his long red hair like some
sort of Viking on a romance novel cover. The pitiful thing must be hurting.
He might appreciate someone coming to his rescue.

Then again, he does look delicious tied up as he is. Wouldn’t it be nice to

play with his body like the woman with the apron did? Couldn’t you find a
use for that cock?

Just out of curiosity, you try the handle on the door. It turns. The kitchen
door isn’t locked at all.

You shake your head. What are you thinking? It must this house giving you
dirty ideas.

A scream cuts through the rain. You jump and spin around. It sounded like a
woman. The scream didn’t come from the man, or the open lab window. It
came from further around the house.

Your heart racing, you walk towards the sound of the scream. There is
another scream and this time it sounds like it is right under you! You shake
with fear, waiting to be discovered at any moment.
Nothing happens. The rain keeps falling. Where did that scream come
from?

You look over the rail of the porch. In the flashing lightning, you see a set
of double doors set in the ground at an angle. They are cellar doors.

There is a third scream but this one dies off in a weird way. It almost sounds
like a moan, but no one could moan that loud. Right? There was something
else about that sound, it didn’t exactly sound unhappy. Could that have been
a scream of pleasure?

You look down at the cellar doors. Your heart is still racing. Someone,
likely a woman, is screaming her lungs out. She might also be moaning. Is
she in trouble, or having a wonderful time?

Deep down, you wonder if it could be both.

You move away from the rail. Peeking into the kitchen window, you see
that the man is still alone. Several tempting thoughts cross your mind.

Out of curiosity, you go back to the first window. The black woman is gone.
Whatever she was riding might still be there on the other side of the table.
You could easily climb into the open window and find out.

You shake your head. Were you seriously considering breaking and
entering? Is that any better than your thoughts of taking advantage of that
tied up man? Even if you went in there just to free the man, you would be
invading a stranger’s place. Why, that would just as bad as investigating the
cellar!

No, deep down for reasons that you can’t explain, you understand that
going into the cellar would be much worse.
What will you do?

I’m going through the lab window and seeing what gave that woman so
much pleasure.

I’m opening the kitchen door and getting up close with the handsome bound
guy.

I am ignoring any sense of self-preservation that I have and going through

those cellar doors.

You know what? Fuck this weird place. I’m heading back to my car.
Nothing but pitch darkness.

You keep sinking into the crystal ball. Your face goes into the crystal and
darkness greets you. The rest of your body is pulled in and you try to
scream but no sound comes from your mouth.

Darkness surrounds you completely. You turn your head back and forth but
there is nothing to see. You feel yourself start to spin and a terrible dizziness
overtakes you.

The spinning stops. It is still pitch dark. Something is wrapped around your
head as tight as a lover’s embrace. You are lying on your back on something
hard and cold. It feels like stone. You try to touch whatever is holding your
head but your wrists are being held by something hard and unforgiving.

Panic grips you. You try to sit up but the metal grips on your wrists and
ankles hold you down. You try to kick and struggle but the best you can do
is writhe and wiggle on the stone surface.

There is a sound like a match being struck but you still see nothing. You
become aware of chanting sounds. There are two distinct voices.

“Oh no,” you whisper. You know where you are. You are on the stone table.
You are wearing the hood. You are the one held down by chains.

The chanting comes closer. Something passes in the air above you. The
chanting grows louder.

You bite your lip and wait for the first hot drip of wax.

Later, so much later, after you are doused in wax, fucked and choked,
climaxed on and then choked and fucked again before being climaxed on
again, you collapse onto the stone table. You are exhausted. Your body has
been used and abused in a ritual that you don’t understand. Blissed on
afterglow, you fall into a deep sleep.
Only to awaken once more in darkness. Your hand and feet are chained. The
hard table is rough on your skin. Someone is chanting and another match is
struck. It is starting all over again.

You wonder if you will spend eternity in darkness, being ravished inside a
haunted house.

The sacrificial end.

A glimmer of light in the dark.

You keep sinking into the crystal ball. Your face goes into the crystal and
darkness greets you. There is a small flicker of light and you stare at it. The
rest of your body is pulled in and you try to stay calm and focus on the
light.

All around you is darkness. You turn your head back and forth but there is
nothing to see except for the one small light. A falling sensation comes over
you but you keep your eyes on the light as if your life depended on it.

The falling stops. You are standing in a dark basement. For a moment, you
almost lose your balance but you stay on your feet.

Heavy robes cover your body. Dimly you remember the touch of softer
robes but it fades like a dream half-remembered. You shake your head and
focus on the ceremony.

Your brothers-in-worship are done. They unlock the chains on the stone
table and the captive woman is free. Together, the brothers pick her up and
carry her to the next room. There they will prepare her for the next ritual.

Now it is your turn. Your sister-in-worship brings your captive. It is a nude

man, wearing a hood. He is barely conscious. Together, you and your sister
chain him down onto the stone table.

Once he is secured, you turn towards the sacred candles. You begin the
Chant of Appeasement and light a candle. Holding the candle, you wave it
through the air and begin the sixty-six incantations for the Six Pleasures.

The hooded man struggles in his chains. You bring the candle above him.
First, you must hurt him and open his Third Eye. Then, once he is ready,
you will mount his cock and use him while your sister-in-worship will
mount his face. Only then will the Ritual be completed and you can begin
the next one.
You tilt the candle and watch the wax fall.

The ritualistic end.

The soft curve of a breast.

You keep sinking into the crystal ball. Your face goes into the crystal and
darkness greets you. The shape of the breast grows bigger and bigger. The
rest of your body is pulled into the crystal ball and you try to scream but no
sound comes out.

The darkness is banished. The hooded woman lies below you but she is as
big as a giant. Her naked body stretches for miles and her breasts are as big
as giants.

You try to look around but your body won’t move. There is an intense heat
around your head that is almost unbearable. You try to look at yourself but
it doesn’t make sense. All you can see is a thick column of white where
your body should be.

Giant fingers grip your body. You are waved through the air above the
hooded woman’s immense body. Wax drippings and pinches mar her body.

The giant’s hand tips you slightly. You feel a piece of yourself fall and
splatter on the hooded woman. She cries out in pain as the white splatter
cools.

You feel strange. It is like you have loss something of yourself but you are
not sure what. Was it a memory? Was a body part? You don’t know.

The hand tips you again. A drop falls from your burning head and splatters
against the hooded woman’s giant nipple. She lets out a scream that gives
you shivers.

You are a candle. Your head is the flame. Pieces of you are dripping onto
her body in the form of wax.

It makes no sense but you know it is true. Drip by drip, you fall and your
pieces sting the hooded woman before cooling to nothing. What happens
when the candle burns all the way down?
You don’t know. You feel that you should be afraid but you aren’t. Perhaps
your fear was the first to fall onto the hooded woman’s bound body.

The melting end.

The hard curve of glass.

You keep sinking into the crystal ball. Your face goes into the crystal and
darkness greets you. The rest of your body is pulled into the crystal ball and
you try to scream but no sound comes out.

You awake with a start. You are in your bedroom. Your heart is pounding
like a drum. It was just a dream!

Tell that to your pussy. You are soaking wet and made a wet spot in the bed.
There is an easy cure for that. You reach for your favorite vibrator that you
keep beside you on the bed.

The vibrator roars to life and you place it between your legs. Fuck! This is
exactly what you needed!

You shudder in your bed as the vibrator goes to work. Your body is so
worked up that it only takes you a moment to climax. You scream your
pleasure as your body shakes.

Wait, did you go to bed naked? Do you keep your vibrator on your bed?
Something isn’t quite right.

The bedroom walls changes shape. They become curved and transparent.
Giant hands grip the sides of your room. A looming face peers down at you
with bright green eyes and long blonde hair. The mouth moans in a familiar
way.

“Beautiful,” Madame Arcadia says as she looks down on you. “Let’s see
what other visions we can do.”

She passes her hand over the crystal ball that is your bedroom. The bed
vanishes and you are in a back seat of a car with one of your old lovers. He
is kissing you and his hands feel so good on your body.
You surrender to the kiss. Madame Arcadia is forgotten as you give in to the
scene she has summoned for you. She will be forgotten as you orgasm once
more and then you will see her again, only to forget her again as she creates
a new pleasure for you to enjoy and for her to watch.

The crystalline end.

Show my tits.

“And this will help warm you up?” you say.

The planchette slides down to the YES.

“Well then, I guess I should help,” you say.

You grab both sides of your robe and slowly pull it apart. The fabric pulls
against your breasts and clings to your nipples. Inch by inch, you pull the
robe open in a slow tease.

The planchette shakes on top of the YES.

The robe is finally open and your breasts are free. Leaning towards the
Ouija board, you lift your tits with your hands. You are unsure where
Zachariah’s ghost is, so you are not sure where to show your breasts.

“Is this what you wanted?” you ask.

The planchette keeps shaking on top of the YES.

“Is this helping you warm up?” you ask.

The planchette vibrates on top of the YES and then slides over to the
alphabet. Letter by letter, the planchette spells out another message.

S-Q-U-E-E-Z-E-Y-O-U-R-T-I-T-S

“Sure,” you say. You run your fingers over your breasts and give them a
good squeeze. Fingernails dig into your skin and a shiver runs through you.

K-E-E-P-S-Q-U-E-E-Z-I-N-G

“Dirty ghost,” you say but you do as he asks. You squeeze and release,
sinking your fingers deep into your breast before releasing and letting your
breast fall from your hands.

The planchette goes back to the YES and shakes on top of it.

A surge of desire runs through you and goes straight to your sex. This is
fun. You like performing for an appreciative audience. It doesn’t matter if
he is really a ghost or some guy using technology to fool you. You are
relishing the attention.

The planchette slides back to the alphabet and spells out a message.

P-L-A-Y-W-I-T-H-Y-O-U-R-N-I-P-P-L-E-S

“Of course,” you say.

Your fingers move to your right nipple. You give it a playful pinch. It is
already hard and the pinch sends a bolt of lust down between your thighs.
You release the nipple and rub your finger around your areola. Around and
round your fingers goes and a moan escapes your lips.

T-H-E-O-T-H-E-R-N-I-P-P-L-E-T-O-O

“As you wish,” you say and using both hands, you tend to your nipples.
First you rub your areolas before going back to pinching your nipples. Your
nails bite deep and your thighs clench together. Another shiver runs through
you and you bite your lip.

G-E-T-T-H-E-M-W-E-T

“Okay,” you whisper. For a moment, you consider sticking your fingers into
your wet pussy but modesty wins out. You bring your fingers to your mouth
instead and give them a lick. Once your fingers are slick, you bring them
back to your nipples and rub them.

It feels nice. Your wet fingers slide over your hard nipples. You moan and
rub your thighs together. A damp spot is forming on the chair.
The planchette goes back to the YES and shakes on top of it. You imagine
the ghost of Zachariah, holding onto the planchette with one trembling hand
while his other hand is wrapped around his spectral cock.

“Getting warmer?” you tease.

The planchette continues to shake on top of the YES.

“Is there anything else you want me to do with my breasts?” you ask.

O-F-F-E-R-M-E-Y-O-U-R-T-I-T-S

“Hmm,” you say. You are not sure what he means, you slip your hands
under your breasts and lift them up. “Here you go, Zachariah. Is this what
you mean?”

H-O-L-D-S-T-I-L-L

A slight breeze against your left nipple. No, wait, that isn’t quite right. Your
left nipple is getting colder but there is no breeze. There is a dropping of
temperature and it is happening fast!

“Oh shit,” you groan. “Is that you?”

The cold leaves your left nipple but it is still chilly. Now your right nipple
begins to cool and in seconds, it feels like it has ice pressed against it.

“Oh fuck,” you groan. More shivers run down your spine. Your thighs rub
together as your pussy clenches.

The cold leaves your right nipple and returns to your left. The cold spreads,
expanding past your nipple and around your breast.

You moan again. The cold is intense but also nice. It stays just within your
tolerance. The cold moves around, swiping back and forth across your
breast and always over your nipple.
This can’t be a prank or some sort of technical trick. People can’t make
things cold without a breeze, a fan or something to give it away. As the cold
moves over your nipples, you no longer have any doubt that you are dealing
with something supernatural here.

The swiping reminds you of a tongue. Do ghosts have tongues? You are
learning all sorts of things tonight.

The cold suddenly goes away. You grab your tits and rub them to try to get
some heat back in them.

The planchette begins to move again.

S-H-O-W-Z-A-C-H-A-R-I-A-H-Y-O-U-R-P-U-S-S-Y

That escalated quickly. Maybe he can sense how wet you already are. Or
more likely he is just really horny and wants more.

You think about the cold spots on your breasts. If you show your pussy, is
he going to want to touch you? How would that feel on your sex? You
squirm in your seat just thinking about it.

On the other hand, maybe you should just put an end to this right now.
Breast play with ghosts is one thing but are you willing to take this farther?

The planchette is still as Zachariah waits for your answer.

How will you handle Zachariah’s new request?

Show him my pussy.

Politely turn him down.

Politely refuse.

“I’m flattered but I’m not going to do that,” you say.

The planchette begins to shake. You wait for it to move towards a letter but
it just keeps shaking. Is the ghost mad?

Something cold grabs your wrists. Your hands are pressed down to the arms
of the chair. You try to move your arms but the grip is immensely strong.

“Oh shit,” you whisper. You stare at your wrists. They feel cold and
something incredibly strong is holding them down but you don’t see a
thing.

Chill runs through you and it is not from the icy grip. That isn’t some
technical trick or prank. Something invisible and as cold as the grave is
holding your hands down.

The planchette glides across the table, lingering on a letter before moving
on to spell out a message.

Z-A-C-H-A-R-I-A-H-W-I-L-L-L-O-O-K-F-O-R-H-I-M-S-E-L-F

An invisible force rips your robe open. Your breasts are revealed and
exposed to the flickering fire light. Despite the fire, your breast feel cold
like you are standing in front of a freezer.

“There!” you yell. “You can see them! Now let me go!”

The planchette slides down to the corner and stops at the NO.

Something cold grabs your left breast. It feels like a hand made of ice.
Invisible fingers sink into your tit and squeeze painfully tight. It starts to
pull back and you lean forward to keep up. You watch your breast get
stretched outward.
The planchette moves and spells out another message.

Z-A-C-H-A-R-I-A-H-W-A-N-T-S-T-O-P-L-A-Y

“Shit, shit, shit,” you groan. The cold is intense. You look down on your
breast and watch it contort in an invisible grip.

The cold releases your breast and you let out a sigh of relief. The relief is
short lived as a cold hand grabs your right breast. Icy fingers sink into your
skin and pull.

“Fuck!” you yell. The grip is a vice with no intent of letting go.

The planchette moves.

Z-A-C-H-A-R-I-A-H-L-I-K-E-S-Y-O-U-R-T-I-T-S

“Fuck you!” you snap.

The cold hand lets go of your breast. You gasp in relief. Your breasts are
cold and you wish that you could move your arms so you could rub some
warmth into them.

The planchette moves.

Y-O-U-S-H-O-U-L-D-N-O-T-H-A-V-E-S-A-I-D-T-H-A-T

Uh oh.

Something hard and cold slaps your left breast in a downward motion. You
jump but the grips on your wrists pin you down to the chair. A large pink
shape forms on your sore breast.

“Ouch!” you yell.

The cold slaps your right breast in a downward motion. It stings when it hits
your tit, both from the cold and the force of the slap. Another pink outline
forms on your breast and it looks like a handprint.

“Fucker!” you yell.

SLAP! The cold hits your left tit, much harder this time.

Before you can scream, SLAP, the cold hits your right breast.

SLAP! The cold strikes your left breast.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! The cold keeps hitting your left breast in a series of
slaps. You wince and try to dodge away but with your hands pinned, there is
no escape.

SLAP! The cold hits your right breast and you are just grateful that it has
stopped slapping your left breast.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! The cold returns to your left breast and you cry out.
The slaps come hard and fast, stinging your poor skin with icy blow.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” you yell.

The slaps stop. The planchette moves. Biting your lip from the pain in your
breasts, you read the message.

A-R-E-Y-O-U-R-E-A-L-L-Y-S-O-R-R-Y

“Yes!” you yell. “I am fucking sorry!”

The planchette moves.

Z-A-C-H-A-R-I-A-H-D-O-E-S-N-T-B-E-L-I-E-V-E-Y-O-U

The cold force slaps your right breast. It is an upward slap this time,
striking the underside of your breast. The change of direction surprises you
but the icy sting soon has you wincing again.
SLAP! The cold strikes the underside of your left breast.

SLAP! The cold slaps the bottom of your right breast.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! The cold hits the bottom of your left breast
repeatedly. Why does he keep going back to that breast? Is it his favorite?

SLAP! The cold strikes your right breast.

SLAP! SLAP! The cold hits your left breast twice.

“Stop! Stop, please! I am really sorry!” you beg.

The slaps mercifully stop. You stare at the planchette but it doesn’t move.

You are breathing hard. Your tits ache in a weird mixture of stinging and
numbness. You shift in your seat and are surprised to find that you are in a
damp spot. Your pussy is soaking wet! Is this invisible slapping turning you
on?

The planchette finally moves.

A-R-E-Y-O-U-R-E-A-L-L-Y-S-O-R-R-Y

The same question as before. “I am really sorry!” you stress. “I am so sorry!

You can look at my tits as much as you want!”

The planchette moves.

Z-A-C-H-A-R-I-A-H-K-N-O-W-S

You brace yourself for another slap. Your nipples feel a strange cold. It
increases until they feel like they are dipped in ice water. Just when you
can’t take it anymore, the cold squeezes and pinches your nipples.

“Shit!” you yell. The pinching sends conflicting signals through your body
and straight down to your sex. Your nipples sting from the cold. Your
nipples ache from the pinching.

The cold grips slowly rotate, taking your nipples with them. Pain shots
through your tits as your nipples twist with the merciless cold. You rock and
struggle in your chair but the invisible grips won’t let you go.

“Please stop! I promise to let you do anything!” you say.

The cold is gone. Your nipples are free. The grip on your arms is also gone.
You can move again.

You jump out of your chair and pull your robe over your cold tits. The chair
falls behind you and you jump again. Nasty insults come to mind but you
keep your mouth shut.

There is a clicking sound. A door opens in the wall to the left of the
fireplace. Is that a secret door? You peek in and see a narrow passage lit by
an oil lamp.

The planchette moves.

S-O-R-R-Y-P-L-E-A-S-E-T-A-K-E-S-H-O-R-T-C-U-T

“Shortcut to where?” you ask.

The planchette doesn’t answer.

The ghost is allegedly sorry for what he did and is trying to make it up to
you. It would help if you knew what kind of shortcut this is meant to be.
Does it lead out of the house? That would be nice.

Of course, that is if the ghost is really sorry and is not just fucking with you.
For all you know, he could be sending you somewhere even worse.

If you don’t trust the breast-slapping ghost, you can always just go back out
into the hallway and down the hall.
Do you take the ghost’s shortcut?

Sure, he said that he was sorry.

Hell no, I’m going back into the hallway.

Show him my pussy.

This is too weird and/or arousing to pass up. You stand up and undo the belt
on your robe. The robe falls open and you take it off. You let it fall to the
floor beside you. Your sex is level with the Ouija board and you wonder if
Zachariah is staring at it right now.

Of course he is.

The planchette moves.

B-E-A-U-T-I-F-U-L

“Thank you,” you say.

S-P-R-E-A-D-Y-O-U-R-L-E-G-S

Still standing, you do as he requests. You don’t want to do any gymnastics

so you keep your feet sensibly apart.

A coldness brushes your thighs. It is not as cold as what touched your

nipples. Is it the cold of a ghost being near or is he is lightly touching you?
Is his incorporeal form between your legs right now, looking up at your
exposed sex?

It is a pleasant thought. You bite your lip and keep from moving your hips
towards his intangible face.

The planchette spells out another message.

L-O-V-E-L-Y

“Thank you,” you say again. “Is this helping you stay warm?”

V-E-R-Y-W-A-R-M
“I’m glad I can help,” you say.

P-U-L-L-Y-O-U-R-L-I-P-S-A-P-A-R-T

Sure, why not? You reach down and pull at your pussy lips. Your sex opens
for your unseen admirer.

The cold grows stronger on your thighs. It feels like two icy hands gripping
your legs. You start to shiver but your sex grows warmer.

The planchette slides in a flurry of movement.

Y-O-U-R-P-U-S-S-Y-I-S-S-O-W-O-N-D-E-R-F-U-L-A-N-D-M-O-I-S-T-A-
N-D-P-E-R-F-E-C-T

You smile. “You are a polite pervert ghost.”

B-E-N-D-O-V-E-R-S-H-O-W-Z-A-C-H-A-R-I-A-H-Y-O-U-R-A-S-S

Letting go of your pussy, you brace yourself on the table and lean forward.
You are right above the Ouija board and your nipples brush the table.

“Like this?” you ask.

Coldness comes to your ass. It glides over your buttocks as a soft breeze.
Goosebumps rise over your bottom.

“Oh fuck,” you groan.

The planchette glides across the board. The planchette brushes your nipples
and you lift yourself higher while still staying bent over. Letters are spelled
out at a hurried pace.

P-E-R-F-E-C-T-A-S-S-F-O-R-F-U-C-K-I-N-G-S-P-A-N-K-I-N-G-F-U-C-
K-I-N-G-S-P-A-N-K-I-N-G-F-U-
You giggle. Zachariah is overcome with emotions. It is good to know that
your ass has that effect even on ghosts.

The cold intensifies on the center of your ass. Your buttocks clench
together. A shiver runs up and down your body.

The planchette has a new message.

P-U-L-L-Y-O-U-R-A-S-S-C-H-E-E-K-S-A-P-A-R-T

“Okay,” you say. You have to straighten up a little because you can no
longer brace yourself on the table. Your hands grab your butt cheeks and
pull them apart. Your asshole is exposed and you prepare yourself for the
inevitable cold.

It only takes a second. Your asshole drops in temperature and feels like ice.
There is no pressure of anything pushing or blowing; just a sense of cold.

You grit your teeth together. It is fucking cold. It is almost unbearable but it
is offset by the warmth inside your pussy. The colder your ass gets, the
more your sex clenches with desire.

The planchette slides across the table.

Z-A-C-H-A-R-I-A-H-W-I-S-H-E-S-H-E-C-O-U-L-D-E-A-T-Y-O-U-R-A-S-
S

“That’s sweet of you to say,” as your teeth clatter.

The cold slides up away from your ass. You let out a sigh of relief. The cold
moves up over your ass, to the base of your spine and up your back.

“Ohh,” you moan. The cold keeps moving up to your neck and then around
your head to your chin and then onto your lips. You try to kiss the cold but
there is nothing solid there.

The planchette moves.

L-I-K-E-T-H-I-S

“Yes,” you whisper.

The cold slides down your lips, onto your chin, down your throat and onto
your chest. The cold moves to your right breast and centers on your nipple.
For a long delicious moment, the cold grows stronger like an icy kiss. Then
it moves away to your left breast and goes for the nipple there. The cold
grips your nipple and refuses to move.

You shudder. Your hips move back and forth. The need in your pussy is so
great that you wonder if it could ever be satisfied.

The cold leaves your body. You wait for it to reappear elsewhere. It doesn’t
come back.

The planchette moves.

M-A-S-T-U-R-B-A-T-E-F-O-R-Z-A-C-H-A-R-I-A-H

It doesn’t surprise you. This was the inevitable conclusion of the last few
minutes. You have shown your body and done as he asked do far. Why
wouldn’t he ask for this?

Still, a part of you is unsure. Showing off and feeling his cold touch is one
thing but doing such an intimate act for a ghost seems different. Is that a
line that you are willing to cross?
How will you respond to Zachariah’s request?

Masturbate for the ghost.

Politely refuse.
Politely turn him down.

“I’m sorry, Zachariah,” you say. “This has been hot but I think I am going
to keep my modesty here.”

The planchette begins to shake. You wait for it to move towards a letter but
it just keeps shaking. Is the ghost mad?

Something cold grabs your wrists. Your hands are pressed down to the arms
of the chair. You try to move your arms but the grip is immensely strong.

“Oh shit,” you whisper. You stare at your wrists. They feel cold and
something incredibly strong is holding them down but you don’t see a
thing.

A chill runs down your spine. Zachariah can touch things after all! Even
worse, the ghost is strong!

The planchette glides across the table, lingering on a letter before moving
on to spell out a message.

Z-A-C-H-A-R-I-A-H-W-I-L-L-L-O-O-K-F-O-R-H-I-M-S-E-L-F

Something cold grabs both of your thighs and forces them apart. Your belt
floats in the air and unwinds. Invisible forces grip your robe and pull it
open.

Your sex is exposed. Cold forces grip your wrists and thighs. You try to
close your legs or move your hands but it is hopeless. Zachariah is too
strong.

“Zachariah, hold on. We can talk about this,” you say.

A cold spot forms directly on the lips of your pussy. You cry out from the
intensity. The spot spreads, growing wider and wider to encompasses your
entire crotch.
“Fuck!” you yell and suddenly the cold spot is gone. You shiver and shake
in your chair.

The planchette slides across the letters.

Y-O-U-R-P-U-S-S-Y-I-S-P-R-E-T-T-Y

“Thank you,” you say. “You’ve had your look, now let me close my legs!”

The planchette glides down to the NO.

“Asshole,” you snap.

The planchette moves quickly across the board.

T-H-A-T-W-A-S-M-E-A-N

SLAP! Something cold and flat collides with your pussy lips. The sudden
sting makes your eyes water. You cry out as the stinging pain permeates the
lips of your sex.

“Holy shit!” you yell.

SLAP! Something hits your pussy lips again. It is small and quite frankly, it
doesn’t hit you that hard but then it doesn’t have to. Your sex isn’t used to
this kind of abuse and even light slaps are enough to sting you.

“Ow! Stop!” you yell.

The planchette moves to the top of the NO.

SLAP! The cold force stings the left side of your pussy. You flinch and
squirm as much as your invisible grips will allow.

SLAP! The cold force hits the right side of your sex. You cry out and
squirm in the opposite direction.
SLAP! The cold strikes the left side again.

SLAP! The cold stings the right side again.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! The cold switches sides, slapping either side
of your pussy with increasing speed.

The pain builds. You weren’t meant to take slaps there. Your pussy lips feel
like they are on fire. The stinging sensation grows and grows. The slaps are
coming at the same speed and force but your sensitivity is increasing with
every slap.

“Stop! Please, stop!”

The planchette shakes on top of the NO.

TAP! The cold slap strikes the top of your pussy lips. It is much lighter but
it doesn’t matter. It stings worse than the other slaps.

TAP! TAP! TAP! A flurry of taps runs down your pussy lips. Each strike is
precise and painful. The taps go quickly down the ridge of your sex lips and
when they hit the bottom, they work their way back up.

“Fuck!” you yell. Your legs keep trying to close but they strain uselessly
against the invisible force holding them apart. You pull on your arms but
they won’t move. Your hips shift and grind as if you could somehow wiggle
out of this.

TAP! TAP! TAP! The storm of tapping continues. Up and down your pussy
lips they strike. Each sting is like a bite on your most vulnerable spot.

“Please, please, please!” you yell. “I can’t take any more!”

The tapping stops. You sob with relief. Your pussy lips feel like they are on
fire. As you catch your breath, you notice that your seat is wet. Slowly, you
become aware of how wet your sex. Has this terrible torment been turning
you on?
Another cold spot forms on your sex. This time it feels good. It spreads
across your sex and covers your mound. The stinging goes away and is
replaced with the soothing chill of Zachariah’s touch.

“Oh yes,” you moan.

The cold shrinks to the center of your pussy lips. You whimper as the
soothing cold leaves most of your tender lips. The stinging sensation returns
although thankfully it is muted.

Cold spots tug on the lips of your sex. You look down and watch as
invisible forces pull you open.

The planchette moves.

Y-O-U-H-A-V-E-A-B-E-A-U-T-I-F-U-L-P-U-S-S-Y-M-A-D-E-F-O-R-P-A-
I-N

“What?” you say and then you scream as the lips of your pussy are
suddenly pinched! It feels like someone is pinching with all their might.

“FUCK!” you yell.

Your left pussy lip starts to twist. It is a slow, steady contortion that brings
fresh tears to your eyes. You grit your teeth as pain shoots through your
body.

You hear the planchette sliding but your eyes are clenched shut from the
pain.

The left pussy lip is released. Soothing cold presses against it and you
shiver in relief.

It doesn’t last long. Your right pussy lip begins to twist. It is the slow steady
torment as before but it doesn’t make it any easier to endure. You fight
against the invisible hands in a vain struggle as your lip keeps twisting.
When you can’t take any more, your pussy lip is released. The soothing
cold returns and you sob in relief.

The damp spot under your pussy has grown bigger.

Cold spots form up and down your pussy lips. Multiple spots on both lips
are pinched simultaneously. You cry out from this new ordeal.

The planchette spells out a new message.

A-R-E-Y-O-U-S-O-R-R-Y

“Yes!” you yell. “I am so sorry! I never should have called you asshole! Go
ahead, look at my pussy as much as you want, just stop slapping it!”

Your sex lips are released. You shake in your chair as the sharp pain resides.
Curse words race through your mind but you keep your lips tightly shut for
fear of pissing Zachariah off any further.

The cold is gone. Your nipples are free. The grip on your arms and thighs
are also gone. You can move again.

You jump out of your chair and pull your robe over your naked body. The
chair falls behind you and you jump again. Nasty insults come to mind but
you keep your mouth shut.

There is a clicking sound. A door opens in the wall to the left of the
fireplace. Is that a secret door? You peek in and see a narrow passage lit by
an oil lamp.

The planchette moves.

S-O-R-R-Y-P-L-E-A-S-E-T-A-K-E-S-H-O-R-T-C-U-T

“Shortcut to where?” you ask.

The planchette doesn’t answer.

The ghost is allegedly sorry for what he did and is trying to make it up to
you. It would help if you knew what kind of shortcut this is meant to be.
Does it lead out of the house? That would be nice.

Of course, that is if the ghost is really sorry and is not just fucking with you.
For all you know, he could be sending you somewhere even worse.

If you don’t trust the pussy-slapping ghost, you can always just go back out
into the hallway and down the hall.
Do you take the ghost’s shortcut?

Sure, he said that he was sorry.

Hell no, I’m going back into the hallway.

Sure, he said that he was sorry.

The way you see it, Zachariah owes you after the stunt he just pulled. You
cinch your robe tightly around you and go into the secret passage.

An oil lamp lights the entrance. The passage itself is narrow. It is

remarkably clean inside the passage and you wonder how it stays so clean.
For that matter, who lights the oil lamp inside a secret passage?

There is another lamp further down. You walk towards it. That forces you to
walk through some dark parts of the passage but at least you have the lamp
ahead of you to guide the way.

But what if a lamp goes out? How will you see then? You will probably
have to feel your way out and as slim as the passage is, you would be able
to touch both walls as you walked.

A shiver runs through you. That is something you rather not do.

You reach the second lamp and the passage turns to the left. Another lamp
further down the hall lights another turn.

A breeze runs through the passage and chills you through your flimsy robe.
Where does the breeze come from? Is there a door that leads outside?
Maybe that is the shortcut that Zachariah meant.

Directly opposite the third lamp is a recess in the wall. In the recess is a
full-size painting of a woman but unlike any woman that ever lived. For one
thing, she has two heads sitting side by side on broad shoulders. One is a
white woman with dark hair and the other head belongs to an Asian woman
with black hair.

That isn’t even the most outlandish part. Connected to each shoulder is two
arms for a total of four. Muscles bulge under the arms and look like they are
about to burst the stitches that cover them.
It gets worse. The woman is nude and you can see in clear detail the deep
brown breast next to the pale white breast with blue veins. Stitches cover
the body connecting different shades of skin together like a patchwork quilt.
Even the woman’s sex is surrounded by stitches.

The paint looks fresh and in some places, still wet. Is this painting a work in
progress?

There is a nameplate under it. It reads, “Elsa, 2016-“

The artists must have started it recently. It is a disturbing painting. You can
see why someone would tuck it away somewhere secret. On the other hand,
it is the last thing you would want to see if a dark corridor like this.

Up ahead is a fourth lamp. You quickly walk towards it, leaving the sinister
painting behind you. There is another turn and then a fifth lamp. After that
lamp, there is a turn and a sixth lamp.

As you keep walking, you wonder how big the house is. These passages
must end somewhere.

At the sixth lamp, there is a short turn and then the passage ends in a door.
It is nice to see the end of these halls. You turn the door knob and step
inside.

You are in a large bedroom. Hundreds of dolls line the walls, fill the floor
and sit on the bed. The dolls range in sizes from a few inches to three feet
tall. All of them are facing you and the door you just came through.

“Oh shit,” you mutter. Most of these dolls are just creepy. Their faces are a
bit too lifelike and their eyes are just a little too big. Some of them wear
normal looking clothes but a lot of them also wear leather and lingerie that
would be more appropriate in a sex toy store.

Tearing your eyes off the eyes, you look around. Other than the bed, the
only piece of furniture is a massive dollhouse in the corner. It is as tall as
you are. Two small lamps provide the only light in the room. There are two
windows but they both have bars on them. A door is directly opposite the
one you came through.

You wade through the dolls and make your way to the door. Dolls fall over
and you don’t bother to pick them up. When you reach the other door, you
quickly grab the knob.

It doesn’t turn. You pull and twist, but the knob doesn’t move. The door
stays closed.

“Fuck,” you turn around. The passage you came through is gone. There is a
just a blank wall where the door had been,

You wade back through the dolls. It is creepier the second time around. One
of the dolls gets caught on your leg and you nearly trip. Moving slower, you
return to the wall from where you entered the room.

The wall is smooth. You feel around but there is no crack, hinge or sign of
where the door is. Worse, there is no clue on how to make it open.

“Fuck,” you say again. You turn around and lean on the wall.

Something shiny catches your eye. There is a small table near a barred
window. It is hard to spot with all the dolls. On the table are two piles of
something shiny.

Maybe there is a key. You head over to the table. Your robe gets caught on a
doll’s hand and you stop and pull it free. Another doll falls over in your
path and you nearly trip again.

You reach the table and examine the shiny items. They are two sets of dolls
clothes. You examine each one.

The first is a red suit of what looks like latex. It has a hole for the doll’s
crotch and two holes for breasts. The outfit comes with a small ball gag and
a wicked looking black dildo.
The second outfit is bright blue fabric with glitter. It looks like a bikini for a
large doll. It comes with blue tinted sunglasses and a garish yellow
headband.

“Do you like them?” someone says behind you.

You nearly jump out of your skin. Standing behind you is a woman about
your age but dressed much younger. Her long black hair is in pigtails and
she is wearing a dirty white dress with unicorns on it. She has white
stockings that are torn at the knees.

It is the eyes that worry you the most. They are bright, wide, and
completely insane.

“I asked if you liked them?” she says again.

“Sure,” you say. It might be best to humor this strange woman. “Hey, do
you know a way out of here?”

The woman shakes her head. “They don’t let me out of here. They said I
don’t behave.”

“What did you do?” you ask.

The woman ignores the question. “My name is Miko.” She points at the
table. “Which dress do you like best?”

You shrug. “I don’t know. They are both nice.”

Miko frowns. The lamps dim. The hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

“Pick one,” Miko says, nearly growling.

Shit, you better pick one. They are both awful but obviously this crazy lady
likes her dolls and their clothes. Just pick one and maybe she will calm
down.
Which doll outfit do you “like?”

The kinky red latex one.

The garish blue bikini.

Hell no, I’m going back into the hallway.

You don’t trust Zachariah one bit. Pulling your robe tightly around your
body, you wince as the material touches your sore parts. You head straight
for the open doorway and go back into the hall.

The room full of books is right in front of you but you turn to go down the
hall. You keep walking and go around a corner.

The hall widens. The walls change to light yellow wallpaper. The lamps are
replaced with recess lights in the ceiling. The floor is smooth tile with a
faint gray pattern. Is the pattern supposed to be birds or some sort of mask?
It is hard to tell.

The robe you wear continues to taunt you. The soft material glides across
your bottom like a flirting hand. The fabric pulls on your nipples and makes
them hard. The material on your shoulders seem to grip tightly like a lover’s
embrace.

A painting hangs on the left wall. It shows a beautiful older woman with
long blonde hair who is being held in the air by rope. There is rope tied
around her arms and legs. Rope snakes around her ample pale breasts and
separates them. Another length of rope goes between her legs and is tight
against the lips of her pussy.

The woman has a bright smile. She looks very happy for someone who is
completely bound. This just goes to show that this really is a house of kinky
freaks.

A nameplate under the painting reads, “Lorelei, 1963-“

Beside the painting is a set of double doors. Music comes from the other
side. It sounds like flutes or pipes. The music is upbeat and your feel your
heart race to hear it.
You get closer to the door. Other instruments join the flutes. There is a
jingling sound like a tambourine. A violin joins in and then another.
Underneath it all, you hear a piano softly playing.

The music is infectious. Your hips move with the music. An urge to throw
off your robe comes over you. Right now, you just want to dance.

You open the door. A giant ballroom looms before you. Chandeliers fill the
room with light and show off the rich brown floors made of hardwood.
Dark walls surround the room, giving the impression that the room sits in a
field of night sky.

Where is the music coming from? There is a section of the room set aside
for a band. Instruments sit unused in chairs. The piano lid s closed. No one
is playing music but the sound is coming from this part of the room.

The music shifts. It reminds you of your favorite song. Your hips begin to
sway and energy fills your body.

You need to dance! It doesn’t matter if you are alone. In some ways, it
makes it easier.

Moving to the center of the ballroom, you begin to dance. Back and forth
your hips move. Your shoulders join in and make strange arm gestures that
make sense with the music. You let yourself go to the music and sink into
the rhythm.

The robe is too clingy. You shed the robe and it drops to the ground. Now
you feel free. You begin to jump and spin with the music.

More instruments join in. There is a trumpet now. There is the soft tones of
a cello. Wait, is that a keytar?

Somebody dances past you. It is surprising to see someone but you don’t
stop dancing. He is dark and handsome and his long cock bounces lovely
with his dancing hips.
A woman joins in. Her long blonde hair trails behind her. She smiles at you,
her pale cheeks flushed as she dances. The hair over her pussy is just as
golden as the hair on her head.

You keep dancing. It is good to see others. You dance with the man and
then dance with the woman. All of you are smiling and happy. There is no
jealousy on the dance floor.

More instruments join the music. There is a quick beat of a drum.

Trombones keep the beat with their deep tones. There is a shrill yet magical
sound of a pan flute.

There are more people dancing now. Black, white, Asian, Indian and others
you can’t identify. They are of all shapes and sizes but one thing they have
in common is that they are wonderful dancers.

The ballroom floor is filled with dancing bodies. You move among each
other with skill and grace.

A pale hand glides over your breast, sending shivers down your spine.

You briefly grip the cock of a tall dark man before releasing it.

A woman’s lips kiss the back of your neck before she dances away.

A man’s hands go to your hips, squeezing tightly before letting go.

You kiss an Asian woman’s bountiful breasts as you dance together.

All this touching is sending signals to your sex. You are getting soaking
wet. Desire runs down your legs. The troubles with Zachariah are forgotten
as you dance. Right now, you just want to fuck.

You think about touching yourself but that would stop your dancing. Your
hands must move with the music. You are too swept up in the sound to
stand still and masturbate.
But you can touch other people. You can slip a quick finger into a wet pussy
or grip a stiff cock. Well, at least for a moment before the music takes you
away from them again.

The music continues.

So does the dancing.

You get hornier and hornier but oddly enough, never tired.

At some point, you spot the butler at the doorway. She waves at you before
closing the doors shut.

You wave back and then go back to dancing.

The joyous end.

Masturbate for the ghost.

It is no choice at all. Bent over like this, all that you can think about is sex.
You are too turned on, too committed and too curious to stop now. Bracing
yourself with one hand, your other fingers go between your legs and start to
stroke.

The planchette speeds along and spells a message.

S-T-A-Y-B-E-N-T-O-V-E-R

“Yes,” you groan. Your fingers rub the outside of your sex with determined
purpose. Up and down, back and forth you rub yourself. Your greedy sex is
eager for your touch and pleasure radiates from your touch.

The cold returns but this time in multiple places. Your breasts grow cold as
they swing over the table. Cold spreads across your bent-over ass. Cold
spots move up and down your legs.

You stroke harder. It is easy to imagine that Zachariah’s ghost hands are all
over your body. Every cold spot is his touch. He’s gripping your tits as they
swing. His hands are feeling your ass clench. Cold fingers are running
across your lips.

S-O-F-U-C-K-I-N-G-B-E-A-U-T-I-F-U-L

You smile. You feel fucking beautiful. You feel wanted from beyond the
grave.

A log in the fireplace pops and you are startled. You almost forgot that there
was a fireplace with all the cold spots roaming your body. Your body casts
strange shadows as you continue to masturbate.

D-E-E-P-E-R the planchette demands.

Your fingers slip inside your pussy. The heat surprises you. The rest of your
body is shivering but it is a volcano inside your sex.

“I wish you could feel this,” you say out loud. “I wish you could feel how
warm it is inside me. If you could get in my pussy, you would never be cold
again.”

The planchette glides over to the YES and shakes.

You stand up, using both hands to masturbate now. You let out a loud groan
as you stand before the Ouija board. Your knees are bent and your hips
hump your fingers. The sound of your wet sex being fingered fills the room.

The cold focuses on your bouncing breasts. Ice seems to grip your nipples.
The cold is stronger on the left side than it is on the right; proving that even
ghosts have favorites.

The planchette spells another message.

D-O-Y-O-U-L-I-K-E-M-A-S-T-U-R-B-A-T-I-N-G-F-O-R-Z-A-C-H-A-R-I-
A-H

“Yes,” you groan. It is true. You are turned on by his attention. You are wet
from his lust for you. You are aroused from his spelled-out words of
adoration.

D-O-Y-O-U-L-I-K-E-P-E-R-F-O-R-M-I-N-G-F-O-R- Z-A-C-H-A-R-I-A-H

“Yes,” you moan. You want Zachariah to see everything. Your legs spread
wider so he can see your wet sex. Your lips open so he can see your mouth.
Your arms squeeze your tits together as you stroke to make your breasts
look bigger.

D-O-Y-O-U-W-A-N-T-T-O-C-O-M-E-F-O-R- Z-A-C-H-A-R-I-A-H

“Fuck, yes,” you yell.

C-O-M-E-F-O-R- Z-A-C-H-A-R-I-A-H

“Yes,” you groan. Your legs curl and you sit down on the chair. Slinging
one leg over the arm of the chair, you stroke your pussy as hard as you can.

The cold comes back to your body. There is ice at the base of your neck.
Your left nipple is frozen. Cold spots rain like kisses on your spread thighs.

The planchette keeps moving.

C-O-M-E-C-O-M-E-C-O-M-E-C-O-M-E

“I’m close,” you groan.

Ice presses against your clitoris. The cold is light and not nearly as strong as
what is gripping your left nipple but even a slight cold is strong against
such a sensitive part of flesh. You are shocked by the sudden cold touch but
almost just as shocked that he found your clitoris so easily.

Is the cold on your pussy his finger? His tongue? The tip of his cock?

You imagine it is these things as you rub your sex. The cold increases as
you stroke harder. The cold is a sharp bite on your most intimate part as you
stroke deeper.

“Fuck!” you cry and then you climax. Pleasure cascades through your body.
Your toes curl and your pussy clenches around your slick fingers.

The warmth of the fire sweeps over your body. As you pull your fingers
from your sex, you feel the cold spots fade away. A pleasant shiver runs
through your body but it has nothing to do with the temperature.

The planchette moves.

T-H-A-N-K-Y-O-U

“No, thank you,” you say.

The planchette doesn’t respond.

You take a moment to recover. Once you catch your breath, you get up and
put your robe back on. The soft fabric sticks to your sweaty body. Unsure
where to clean your fingers, you wipe them on the hem of the robe.

“Zachariah, are you still there?” you ask out loud.

The planchette doesn’t move.

There is a clicking sound from the fireplace. A door opens in the wall to the
right of the fireplace. An oil lantern lights the narrow passage.

Is this a secret door? You didn’t know they existed in real life!

“Zachariah, did you open this door for me?” you ask.

The planchette doesn’t answer.

There is no reason to stick around. You can either go down the secret
passage or you can go back to the hallway.
Which way do you go?

Into the secret passage.

Back out into the hallway.

Politely refuse.

“Sorry, Zachariah, I don’t think so,” you say.

The planchette begins to shake. You wait for it to move towards a letter but
it just keeps shaking. Is the ghost mad?

You stand up. This has been nice but it has also been a little weird. It is time
to get your robe back on and make your goodbyes.

Something cold grabs your waist while another cold force pushes your head
down. You bend back over the Ouija table. Cold grips your wrists and pins
them to the table. You try to move your legs but the cold grips both of your
ankles and won’t let you move.

Holy shit, Zachariah can touch you after all!

“What are you doing?” you yell.

The planchette slides across the table.

Z-A-C-H-A-R-I-A-H-S-O-C-O-L-D

“Tough shit!” you say. “Let me go!”

Something cold presses against your lips. You open your mouth and it
pushes its way in. Your tongue tries to stop it but the invisible force is too
strong. It fills your mouth and hits the back of your throat.

Your lips close around the invader. It feels like a cock, although one made
of ice. You are surprised that Zachariah can manifest something that feels so
solid.

The planchette slides across the board and you hear it move but the angle of
your head prevents you from looking down on it.
The invisible cock moves inside your mouth. Back and forth it slides along
your lips. You feel the ridges of the cock as it glides over your tongue. It is
long and slender.

“Mmmhf!” You try to speak but it is impossible with ghost cock in your
mouth.

Something cold presses against your chin. It reminds you of balls. Do

ghosts have balls?

The cold cock thrusts inside your mouth. In and out, back and forth, it uses
your lips. Phantom balls slap against your chin.

You try to move. Your hands are planted onto the table. The force holding
your legs don’t let you move an inch. You try to wiggle and squirm out of
the invisible grip but all that you succeed in doing is making your breasts
swing.

The ghost cock moves faster. The invisible balls are bouncing off your face.
You feel the cock hitting the back of your throat.

Zachariah fucks your face. The chill of his cock never goes away and your
lips grow numb. You shiver but he keeps pounding your lips.

Despite the cold in your mouth, there is a growing heat in your sex. You are
dripping wet. Your pussy is aching to be touched but you can’t move your
hands to do it.

The planchette squeaks as it slides across the table but you can’t see it.
Whatever Zachariah is telling you, you can’t read it.

The thrusts stop and the cold leaves your mouth. You gasp for air and rub
your mouth against your shoulder. Your lips are cold but you try to warm
them up.

Something cold presses against the lips of your sex.

“Oh shit,” you say.

Piercing cold enters your sex. You cry out as a long shaft of ice fills your
pussy.

“Fuck!” you yell.

The planchette moves.

S-O-C-O-L-D

“No shit!” you yell.

The cold cock throbs inside you. You are amazed by the lifelike qualities of
the ghostly member. It has ridges and it throbs. Can it come? Do you really
want to find out?

Zachariah fucks you. Sharp, quick thrusts ram your sex. The ice plunges
deep inside you over and over again.

Your body shakes from the force of the thrusts. The table scrapes along the
ground. Your breasts jiggle above the inscribed letters. An unseen pelvis
crashes into your thighs.

It feels good. The cock is cold but it is also nice and long. The chill of the
cock is a contrast to the heat of your pussy.

The planchette moves.

Y-O-U-L-I-K-E-I-T

“Yes,” you admit.

Y-O-U-L-I-K-E-Z-A-C-H-A-R-I-A-H-S-C-O-C-K

“Yes,” you groan.

Y-O-U-L-I-K-E-B-E-I-N-G-F-U-C-K-E-D-B-Y-T-H-E-D-E-A-D

“Yes!” you yell. “Fuck, yes!”

Zachariah fucks you harder. The cock is a ram inside you. Deeper and
deeper he goes. Faster and faster he thrusts. Not held back by mortal limits,
he fucks you with an inhuman endurance.

You throw your head back and moan. When you open your eyes, you see
the painting of Madame Arcadia again. Her mouth seems to be open wider.
There is a flush to your cheeks and breasts that you hadn’t noticed before.
Has the painting changed or are you just really seeing it for the first time?

The cold cock is suddenly gone. Your pussy clenches around a cock that is
no longer there.

“Where did you go?” you ask.

Something cold presses against your asshole.

“Oh no,” you groan. “You can’t! You can’t!”

The planchette moves.

Z-A-C-H-A-R-I-A-H-C-A-N

The cold pushes against your tight ass. Slowly, your tight asshole expands
around the penetrating force. You cry out as the head pushes in and is
followed by the rest of the cold cock.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you groan. The icy member slides inside of you. There
is almost no friction. How is that possible? Is there ghost lube?

You don’t care. Your ass is filled and it feels amazing. The ghost cock goes
deeper than anyone has ever gone before. That is what being immaterial can
do for you.
Zachariah slowly fucks your ass. The icy member fills you in your tightest
place. Once more you feel his ghost balls as they press against your bottom.

The planchette moves.

Y-O-U-R-A-S-S-B-E-L-O-N-G-S-T-O-Z-A-C-H-A-R-I-A-H

It is hard to argue. Your hands and wrists are still pinned. When you try to
rise, powerful forces bend you back over the table. You are trapped and you
will only be free when Zachariah is done fucking your ass.

In the meantime, your pussy lies neglected. Once filled with ghost cock, it
now feels terribly empty.

“Fuck me,” you whisper. “Please fuck my pussy.”

The planchette doesn’t move. Your ass keeps getting fucked.

You groan and writhe over the table. The fireplace casts strange shadows
across the room. The cold in your ass sends shivers through the rest of your
body.

Zachariah fucks your ass faster. The slender ice cock slides along your
asshole. Phantom fingers grip your hips, holding you in place.

“Come,” you beg. “Come and be done with my ass.”

The planchette slides down to the YES. It vibrates in place.

The cock throbs and cold liquid fills your asshole. You gasp as the cock
pumps a frozen flood inside you. Shivers come over your body as cold
permeates your entire body.

You collapse onto the table. The cold is suddenly gone. You no longer feel
the icy cock or the freezing seed it popped inside of you but you are still
shivering from the memory of the cold.
Wait, the grips on your body is gone. You jump away from the table. You
grab your robe from the floor and wrap it around your body. The warm
fabric feels great but it still can’t banish the memory of the cold cock.

There is a clicking sound. A door opens in the wall to the left of the
fireplace. Is that a secret door? You peek in and see a narrow passage lit by
an oil lamp.

The planchette moves.

S-O-R-R-Y-P-L-E-A-S-E-T-A-K-E-S-H-O-R-T-C-U-T

“Shortcut to where?” you ask.

The planchette doesn’t answer.

The ghost is allegedly sorry for what he did and is trying to make it up to
you. It would help if you knew what kind of shortcut this is meant to be.
Does it lead out of the house? That would be nice.

Of course, that is if the ghost is really sorry and is not just fucking with you.
For all you know, he could be sending you somewhere even worse.

If you don’t trust the ass-fucking ghost, you can always just go back out
into the hallway and down the hall.
Do you take the ghost’s shortcut?

Sure, he said that he was sorry.

Hell no, I’m going back into the hallway.

Into the secret passage.

You doubt that Zachariah would set you up for something bad, not after
what you just did for him. That would be a dick move on his part and you
didn’t get that impression from him.

An oil lamp lights the entrance. The passage itself is narrow. It is

remarkably clean inside the passage and you wonder how it stays so clean.
For that matter, who lights the oil lamp inside a secret passage?

There is another lamp further down. You walk towards it. That forces you to
walk through some dark parts of the passage but at least you have the lamp
ahead of you to guide the way.

But what if a lamp goes out? How will you see then? You will probably
have to feel your way out and as slim as the passage is, you would be able
to touch both walls as you walked.

A shiver runs through you. That is something you rather not do.

You reach the second lamp and the passage turns to the right. Another lamp
further down the hall lights another turn.

A breeze runs through the passage and chills you through your flimsy robe.
Where does the breeze come from? Is there a door that leads outside?
Maybe that is the shortcut that Zachariah meant.

Directly opposite the third lamp is a recess in the wall. In the recess is a
full-size painting. When you look at it, you draw back in revulsion.

The painting shows a man, although the term might be generous. He is

naked and hunched over like some sort of animal. His hair is a thick white
mane that comes down over his shoulders. A heavy brow almost hides his
eyes and his flat nose appears to be flaring. His mouth is open in a smile
that has too many teeth.
The rest of his body is just as threatening. Powerful shoulders support
muscular arms. His fingers are extraordinarily long and end in hooked
fingernails. Every muscle on his chest is clearly defined like a bodybuilder.
A trail of white hair runs down his chest and into the thick matte of his
manhood.

You can’t take your eyes off his member. It is huge and fully erect. The
veins have been lovingly detailed. The head is wide and looks like it would
choke a normal person. A drop of pre-come glistens on the tip.

There is a nameplate says “The Brute. 1980 – “

You can see why they stuck this painting in a secret passage. It isn’t
anything you would want to see in the open. The name is obviously an
affectation but the date bothers you. You understand 1980 being when the
painting was drawn, but why was there a dash?

Another lamp beckons you and you quickly go down the hallway. You want
to put as much distance between you and that disturbing painting as
possible.

You reach the next lamp. There is another turn and then a fifth lamp. After
that lamp, there is a turn and a sixth lamp.

As you keep walking, you wonder how big the house is. These passages
must end somewhere.

At the sixth lamp, there is a short turn and then the passage ends in a door.
It is nice to see the end of these halls. You turn the door knob and step
inside.

Humid air greets you. Floral smells welcome your nose. Bright lights
overcome your eyes and you raise your hand to shield your vision.

You step through and let your eyes adjust. The room comes into focus.
Plants hang in pots and sit in large vases. Bright flowers of multiple colors
are spread all around you. Vines snake around the room. The walls are
made of glass and the light comes from bright over hanging lamps.

A shiver runs down your back. The perfume of flowers washes over you.
Your nipples are hard and your mouth waters. Your hand moves to between
your legs before you know what is happening. The touch of your hand feels
great.

Whoa, what is coming over you? For some reason, you are extremely
turned on like you just read a good porn ebook. What is causing it? Could it
be the flowers?

“Welcome to the conservatory!” a woman’s voice calls out from somewhere

in the plants. “Come closer, I got my hands dirty at the moment.”

You take a step into the room. The door behind you begins to close. You
spin around but the door is already shut and part of the wall. It is already
impossible to tell that a door was ever there.

That is when you notice that there is a door right next to the wall. Good,
you don’t have to worry about being trapped here.

“I’m over here.” The voice says again.

You turn and head in that direction. There is no sense in being rude. You
can ask if they know where the phone is.

Behind several rows of plants, you find the source of the voice. It belongs
to a pale woman with straight red hair. She is nude and squatting down in
front of a giant red flower that is two feet in diameter. Her hands are
pressed against the flat center of the huge red flower. Green tattoos of plants
decorate her arms and back but real vines are wrapped around her as well.

The flower she is touching looks like a version of a sunflower if a

sunflower sat low to the ground and had red petals. The vines come from
the flower and they are wrapped around her arms and legs. As you watch,
the vines tighten.
“There you are!” the woman says happily. “I’m happy to see you! I don’t
get many visitors! My name is Felicia, I’m the Gardener!”

“Hi,” you say. She seems upbeat for someone who is naked and wrapped in
vines. “Are you tied up or something?”

Felicia shrugs. The vines slide around her body and tighten. “Not really.
Beatrice here gets a little affectionate. She likes to be rubbed every day and
I guess today she really likes it. She’ll let go in an hour or two.”

“Uhh, do you need help?” you ask. “Maybe I can help you pull?”

“Aw, thanks for asking!” Felicia says. “I’m okay. I don’t mind being tied
up. How do you like my garden?”

“It’s nice,” you say. “I have never seen plants like there. They have a strong
perfume.”

Felicia giggles. “Every flower is an aphrodisiac. Walking in here every

morning is an instant panty soaker. Working here is worse, I spend half my
time jilling off.”

The vines slide across Felicia’s body and she lets out a long moan. A vine
slips across her small breasts and crush them to her body. She moves her
hips to grind against something, anything.

The sight of the vines triggers a reaction in your body. You are aware of
every inch of your body and every inch is begging to be touched. The robe
seems to tease and caress your skin and all that you are doing is standing
here. It must be the flowers!

“I didn’t mean to disturb you,” you say. “I’ll be going now. That door is the
exit?”

Felicia nods. “Before you go, can you do me a little favor?” she asks. “Like
I said, the flowers are aphrodisiacs, and I am going to be stuck here a while.
Would you mind helping me come? I would really appreciate it.”

She tries to sound casual but you can hear the desperation in her voice. Your
own sex is dripping down your thighs. You were hoping to leave as soon as
possible but you sympathize with her request. Considering the show that
you put on for Zachariah, it seems only fair that you help this friendly
woman as well.

Then again, you came to this house to find a phone and get your car
running. You are not going to do that if you keep stopping to help everyone
with their frustration. Also, who knows what the long term effects of
exposure to these aphrodisiacs will be?
Will you help Felicia the Gardener?

Yes, the poor lady needs a hand.

No, I need to get out of here.

The kinky red latex one.

“I like the red one,” you say.

Miko’s frown turns into a smile. “I thought it would look good on you!”
She grabs your arm.

You try to pull your arm away but nothing happens. Alarmed, you try to say
something but your mouth won’t move! Your limbs are stiff and you are
paralyzed!

“You are very pretty,” Miko says. Suddenly she begins to grow, expanding
higher and higher into the air above you.

No, wait. She isn’t growing, you are shrinking! You get smaller and smaller
until you are less than a foot tall.

Miko is still holding you by the arm. “Let’s get this robe off you,” she says.
Roughly, her giant hands peel the robe from your body. Your arms and legs
help on their own at no direction from you.

She brings you to the table. As she picks up the red latex, it shrinks in her
hand until it can fit you. She brings it to your feet and then pulls it up. The
fabric slides easily over your body despite the way she is pulling it on. She
points your arms through the sleeves and it glides over you. It is like the
cloth is helping you get dressed.

Once it is on, the outfit clings to your body. Your breasts are completely
exposed as well as your sex and ass. Red latex clings to everywhere else
from the neck down. Even your hands and feet are encased although the
material slides over your fingers to form gloves.

Miko smiles. “You look great! I forgot to ask your name. Ummm, I’m
going to call you Heather! Do you like it?”

You try to speak. All that comes out is “Mmmmm.”

Miko puts her finger on your head. Your head lowers and raises on its own.
You are nodding although you don’t want to!

“I thought so,” Miko says. “Let’s go play!”

Miko carries you over to the doll house. She sits down on the floor and
opens a panel at the bottom of the house. Another floor is revealed in the
base of the house.

“Once upon a time, there was a very bad girl named Heather,” Miko says.
“And one day she sneaked into the basement of the house!”

Miko stands you up in the basement. You look around the dollhouse room.
This doesn’t look like any child’s playset. There are spanking benches,
cages and chains everywhere. Black leather covers the walls.

“Heather knew she shouldn’t be here,” Miko says, “but a man named
Zachariah told her to check it out.”

She knows about Zachariah! Does she know that he sent you here? Are they
working together?

“And because Heather is a bad girl, she breaks into a place she wasn’t
supposed to go,” Miko says.

“Mmmm!” You try to tell Miko that you were tricked into coming here but
your mouth won’t move.

“So Heather walks around and touches things that don’t belong to her,”
Miko says.

Miko holds you by the waist and moves you are the room. Your legs move
on their own to walk. Your hands reach out and touch chains and benches.

You try to take control of your body. Your hands grip the bars of cages on
their own. Despite wanting to stand still, your feet keep walking. Not even
your head will turn as you are forced to look straight ahead.

“Oh look, Heather found a friend!” Miko says. She picks up the small
wicked looking black dildo that came with the outfit. It looks even larger
now that you have shrunk!

Miko places the dildo in your hand and your hand brings it to your mouth.
Your lips open on their own and the dildo slides on.

“Nom, nom, nom,” Miko says and your mouth sucks the dildo.

“Being this naughty turns Heather on,” Miko says.

Something strange happens between your thighs. There is a gush of desire

in your pussy. Your nipples harden and a moan slips through your stiff lips.
Despite the strange terror that you find yourself in, you are insanely turned
on.

“So, Heather is doing something really naughty in a place that she isn’t
supposed to!” Miko says.

Your traitor hands pull the dildo from your mouth and bring it down to your
sex. You try to stop it but the dildo presses against your sex. Ever so slowly,
the thick black dildo pushes in.

“Mmmmm” you groan. It is too big. It is just right. It is too thick. It is

perfect.

“Squish, squish, squish,” Miko says.

Your legs bend and your hips grind. You hump the dildo while your hands
fuck you with it. Your mouth opens and this time you are free to moan.

“Bad Heather,” Miko says. She holds you by the waist while your body
fucks the dildo.
You keep moaning. The latex clings to your body and you almost feel
smothered. Heat builds along your skin and you feel flushed all over.

One of your hands lets go of the dildo and grabs your breast instead. Sharp
fingers pinch and pull your nipple. It hurts but it also makes you clench
harder around the dildo.

“Heather is close to coming,” Miko says and it is true. Nothing is under

your control any more, not even your orgasms. Pleasure rises inside you and
you are on the edge of climaxing.

“Squish, squish, squish,” Miko says.

You grind faster. You pull harder on your nipple. You plunge the dildo hard
within yourself.

“I’m coming,” Miko says in a fake voice. Is that supposed to be your voice?

You climax. Pleasure blossoms from your pussy and fills your body. You
shake and clench, shuddering with the force of your orgasm.

“And that’s when Sarah walks in!” Miko says.

Miko places another doll in the basement. It is a woman with long red hair
and wearing nothing but a corset around her slender waist. Heavy tits shake
with metal studs through the nipples. A shaved sex glistens with desire.

The eyes are what matter. Their eyes move and stare at you. You realize that
she is a real person, trapped just like you are!

“Naughty girl!” Miko says in a different voice. Sarah’s arm swings up and
her hand points at you. “Don’t you know better than to do that in the
basement? You’ll attract the Brute!”

Miko brings Sarah to you. Holding both of you by the waists, Miko makes
you fight each other. You slap Sarah’s breast while she grabs you by the
hair. Your fingers scratch Sarah’s arm while her knee comes up into your
stomach.

“Oof!” Miko says and you feel the air rush out of you. You crumble on the
floor of the basement.

Sarah pulls you by the hair. Your body goes limp as she drags you across
the basement floor. You look up and see Miko’s smiling face looking down
on you.

Miko picks you up and stands you next to a wall of the dollhouse basement.
She places chains next to your wrists and the manacles lock on their own.
Miko lets go of you and to your surprise, you can control your body again!

Your tormentor walks away from the dollhouse. This is your chance! You
pull on the chains. You struggle and pull. Kicking your legs, you try to kick
your way through the wall of the dungeon. It is no use. You are trapped.

Sarah stands in front of you. There is a whip in one hand and the black
dildo in the other. Her face is frozen but you feel like there is pity in her
eyes.

Fear grips you again. Is every doll here a trapped person? How many are
there? Worse, does it ever end? Does anyone ever leave this locked room
with the crazy woman?

Miko returns. “I almost forgot this,” she says as she slips the red ball gag
over your head.

As soon as it touches your lips, you can control your mouth again. It does
you little good with a plastic ball stuck in your mouth.

Miko grabs Sarah. She walks over to you, raising the whip high in the air.
“Time for your punishment, naughty Heather!”

The whip cuts through the air and lands on your exposed breasts. Pain slices
through your tits and you cry out into the gag. Before you can finish
screaming, the whip is cutting through the air again.

You curse Zachariah for directing you to take the secret passage. You curse
yourself for falling into this trap. Most of all, you curse the circumstances
that led you to be forever ravished inside this haunted house.

The dollhouse end.

The garish blue bikini.

“I like the swimsuit,” you say.

Miko’s frown turns into a smile. “I thought it would look good on you!”
She grabs your arm.

You try to pull your arm away but nothing happens. Alarmed, you try to say
something but your mouth won’t move! Your limbs are stiff and you are
paralyzed!

“You are very pretty,” Miko says. Suddenly she begins to grow, expanding
higher and higher into the air above you.

No, wait. She isn’t growing, you are shrinking! You get smaller and smaller
until you are less than a foot tall.

Miko is still holding you by the arm. “Let’s get this robe off you,” she says.
Roughly, her giant hands peel the robe from your body. Your arms and legs
help on their own at no direction from you.

She brings you to the table. As she picks up the bikini top, it shrinks in her
hand until it can fit you. She slips it around your body and clasps it in the
back. The bottom she pulls up over your legs and onto your pelvis. Next,
she puts the sunglasses on you and everything turns blue. Last, she puts the
ugly yellow headband on and you feel it snug against your scalp.

Miko smiles. “You look great! I forgot to ask your name. Ummm, I’m
going to call you Heather! Do you like it?”

You try to speak. All that comes out is a “Mmmmm.”

Your head lowers and raises on its own. You are nodding although you
don’t want to!

“I thought so,” Miko says. “Let’s go to the pool!”

Miko walks over the dollhouse. You thought it was big before but shrunk
down, it looks huge. She brings you down to the side of the house where a
faux swimming pool sits. It is filled with water.

Another doll is reclining on a pool chair. It is a slender black doll with silky
black hair. She wears an equally garish green bikini and green sunglasses.

“This is Michelle,” Miko says. “She invited Heather over to play in her
pool. Heather said yes because she has a secret crush on Michelle.”
Something strange happens between your thighs. There is a gush of desire
and your bikini bottom is instantly soaked. Your nipples harden and a moan
slips through your stiff lips. Despite the strange terror that you find yourself
in, you are insanely turned on.

“Heather has to play it cool, though,” Miko says. “So, she starts to going
into the pool.

Miko grabs you by the waist and dunks you into the pool. Panic grips you
as water goes into your open frozen lips. You try to hold your breath but
you can’t even control your lungs.

Your arms and legs begin to move on their own. They are swimming. Your
glasses get wet but Miko doesn’t care. Holding you by the waist, she guides
you from one end of the pool to the next.

After a few laps, you calm down. Despite your open mouth, you are not
drowning. The water is surprisingly warm and if you didn’t know any
better, you would assume it was a hot summer day. You don’t understand
what is happening but other than being shrunken down and controlled by a
mad woman, you don’t seem to be in any danger.

Miko lets go of you. You sink down to the bottom of the pool. You don’t
seem to be drowning.

You hear Miko’s voice through the water. “What Heather doesn’t know is
that Michelle has a crush on her too.”
Something splashes the water. A moment later, Miko grabs you by the waist
again. Your arms and legs start swimming again. She raises you to the
surface of the water. Your blue glasses slip off but she doesn’t seem to
notice.

Sitting at the edge of the pool is the black doll. She has lost her bikini
bottom. A surprisingly realistic pubic bush is between her legs.

“Michelle tries to give Heather a hint,” Miko says. “Heather gets it right
away.”

Miko guides you to between Michelle’s legs. The overwhelming desire is

still strong in you. Your mouth is watering. The closer you get, the faster
your heart pounds in your immobile chest.

She lets go of your waist and holds you by your head. The rest of your body
is in the water as she closes Michelle’s thighs around your face.

Miko pushes your face up against Michelle’s sex. It smells like pussy. The
pubic hairs tickle your face as you are smashed against her sex. Your lips
touch her pussy and you are surprised by the heat.

“Nom, nom, nom,” Miko says.

Your mouth moves and starts to lick. It tastes like pussy. Juices run into
your mouth and you swallow them. This is a real pussy!

“Oh Heather, your mouth feels so good!” Miko says.

Michelle’s thighs quiver around your head. Her hips grind against your
face. Her hand goes to the back of your head.

You look up. Michelle’s eyes look down at you through ugly green
sunglasses. The eyes are just like a real person’s!

Holy shit, Michelle is another person trapped just like you!

“Heather is so turned on that she plays with herself,” Miko says. “Nom,
nom, nom.”

Your hand goes between your legs and slips under your bikini bottom.
Fingers stroke and play with your pussy. You have no control over your
own hand as it masturbates you.

“Yes, yes!” Miko says in Michelle’s voice.

Michelle’s pussy clenches under your tongue. Miko guides Michelle’s hand
to grab her tit. Stiff fingers close around her small breast. The hard nipple
pokes through the coarse material.

“Nom, nom, nom,” Miko says in your voice.

You burrow deeper against Michelle’s pussy. Your tongue moves on its own
as it licks and pleasures Michelle. Pussy juices run down your chin and into
the pool.

Meanwhile, your hand rubs your sex harder. Your fingers plunge deep
inside you and you crave more.

“They are both so close to coming,” Miko says.

You know that it is true. Nothing is under your control any more, not even
your orgasms. Pleasure rises inside you and you are on the edge of
climaxing.

Michelle feels the same way. Her thighs are tight around your head. She is
grinding your eager mouth. Her dark skin is flush with desire.

“And they got closer, and closer,” Miko says. “And then they both came!”

You climax. You cry out into Michelle’s pussy as her thighs clench tighter
around you. She cries out and you feel her pussy spasm against your face.
Miko pulls you both from the water. She sits you down on one of the pool
chairs, and Michelle is placed beside you. You notice that none of the water
came with you when you were lifted from the pool. Your body is
completely dry except for the dampness still between your thighs.

“Now that we are lovers, I have a secret to tell you,” Miko says in
Michelle’s voice.

“What is that?” Miko says in your voice. She takes your hand and places it
back over your pussy. Your fingers immediately start stroking again.

“I invited my girlfriends to come over too,” Miko says in Michelle’s voice.

“They all want to meet you!”

“Oh boy,” Miko says in your voice. “Let’s have a lesbian pool party orgy!”

Miko gets up and starts going around the bedroom. She picks up dolls and
stuffs them under her arms. When she comes back, she has over a dozen
dolls. She stands them by the pool, one by one.

Every doll looks at you with their trapped eyes.

Fear grips you again. Is every doll a trapped person? How many are there?
Worse, does it ever end? Does anyone ever leave this locked room with the
crazy woman?

“Okay ladies,” Miko says. “Orgy time!”

Miko picks you up and gets you ready for your orgy. You curse Zachariah
for directing you to take the secret passage. You curse yourself for falling
into this trap. Most of all, you curse the circumstances that led you to be
forever ravished inside this haunted house.

The dollhouse end.

Yes, the poor lady needs a hand.

It would be cruel to leave her in this state. She is trapped and unable to take
care of herself. If you were this turned on, you would hope that someone
would come by and help you.

“I’d be happy to help,” you say.

Felicia’s face breaks into a smile that sends twinges down to your sex. “I
was hoping you would say that.”

You get on your knees beside her. The floor of the garden is softer than you
expected. Felicia smiles and leans forward for a kiss.

Your lips meet and open for each other. Her tongue dances against yours.
She kisses softly as if she is used to kissing delicate flower petals.

She tastes like a rose. Every soft kiss sends a shiver through your body. It
doesn’t take long before you are moaning into each other’s mouth.

The vines shift. The one around her breasts slips down and tightens around
her waist. Another vine slips around her neck and she gasps into your
mouth.

You break the kiss and move her hair away from her neck. The vine around
her neck is thin and you pick a spot on the side. You kiss her skin and feel
her shiver. Her skin tastes wonderful. It is sweet like a fruit and you savor
each kiss.

Felicia moans.

You keep kissing her neck. The vine moves against your face as you circle
Felicia’s neck with kiss. When you reach the back of her neck, you
playfully bite down.

“Yes!” Felicia hisses. “Harder!”

Your teeth clamp down hard. The sweet taste of her skin makes your mouth
water. As you bite down, Felicia moans louder. You are reminded of how
rough Zachariah was. It looks like everyone in this house likes a bit of pain.

“Oh! Please kiss my breasts, now!” Felicia whispers.

You don’t have to be told twice. Releasing her neck, you see the impression
that your teeth left behind. You duck your head down and take a small pink
nipple between your lips. Your tongue flicks over the hard nipple.

“Yes,” Felicia moans. She leans towards you, pressing her small tit to your
mouth. The sweet smells of her skin fill your nose.

Your lips open and surround her tiny breast. You take as much of her tit as
you can. It is warm and soft in your mouth and you suck gently.

“Been so long,” Felicia moans. “Fingers and vines are nice but nothing
beats a mouth!”

Vines? That perks your interest. Does she masturbate with the vines? You
feel that you should be shocked but you are not. As turned on as you are
right now, vines sound nice.

“Oh God, oh god, the other breast,” Felicia moans.

You do ask she asks. Your mouth releases her tit and moves to the other
one. She leans towards you as much as the vines will allow. This time you
just take long slow licks of her nipple. The sweet taste never goes away

“Oh fuck!” Felicia moans. She shudders and the vines shake with her. Her
hands press down on the red flower and you smell the perfume increase.

“Let me have your breast,” Felicia begs.

You open your robe for her. Since she can barely move, you lean forward
and present your breast to her. You grab the back of her head and feel her
silky red hair.

Felicia greedily sucks on your breast. She nibbles and her teeth pull on your
nipple. Her tongue flicks over you with a fevered intensity. She moans as
she licks and the vibrations from her lips feel nice.

The vines shift. One runs over your leg as it moves towards Felicia’s thighs.
It coils around her thigh several times.

You pull back from Felicia and your nipple pops from her mouth. She pouts
until you reach between her thighs. Her eyes widen as your finger glides
over her smooth pussy lips.

Felicia’s mouth opens in a silent moan.

You slip a finger into her. It is warm and moist inside. A second finger joins
the first and her eyes begin to close in ecstasy.

The vines move. Felicia gasps as a second vine goes around her neck. Her
thighs are pulled apart. A vine coils around her right tit and squeezes.

In and out, nice and slow, you stroke Felicia’s sex. Soft wet sounds emanate
from between her legs. Powerful muscles contract around your slick
fingers.

“Yes, yes, fuck yes, plow me, plow me, plow my wet garden,” she moans.

Felicia stares at you with lust filled eyes. A flush colors her pale cheeks and
spreads down her neck. She keeps her mouth open in a perpetual invitation.

You can’t resist. Still stroking her, you lean in for another kiss. This time
she isn’t soft. She is rough as she devours your lips. Unable to move her
body, she channels all her frustration and lust into her kiss.

The roughness is contagious. You kiss back just as hard. You nip at her
tongue and she kisses you harder. When you bite her lip, she moans loudly
into your mouth.
A vine runs over your arm. You are distantly aware of the movement
because you are lost in Felicia’s body. It is a minor distraction from the joy
of kissing Felicia’s hungry mouth and touching her even hungrier sex.

The need between your own legs grows. Perfume fills your nose and
spreads your thighs. The humid heat of the conservatory sticks the glues to
your sensitive skin.

Should you masturbate? It is damn tempting. Felicia certainly won’t mind.

It would be a hassle to masturbate both of you but you are turned on enough
to try.

A small doubt nags you. This is a weird garden in a strange house. Will
your masturbating have some sort of unintended effect? Wouldn’t it be
wiser to not take any unnecessary risks?
Do you give in temptation?

Hell no, I keep my legs together while I am in this weird garden.

Hell yeah, I need to come.

No, I need to get out of here.

“I’m sorry, this isn’t really my thing,” you say.

Felicia shrugs. “That’s okay,” she says. “I can tell that you are new here.
You are probably looking for a phone or something, right?”

“That’s right,” you say. “Is there one nearby?”

Felicia nods and the vines move around her. She gasps as a vine tightens
around her neck. Another vine snaked between her thighs tantalizingly close
to her sex.

“Just go through the door,” Felicia says between gasps. “It is in the
hallway.”

“Thank you,” you say and you quickly turn around to leave. Behind you,
vines rustle as they move over Felicia’s body and you hear her gasp in a
pleasurable manner.

Yeah, dealing with sexy plants is a hard limit of yours. You step carefully
through the conservatory, taking care to not let any vines or giant leaves get
too close to you. It isn’t long before you are back at the door and you test
the knob. Cool, it’s unlocked!

The cool air of the house is a shock on your skin after the humid heat of the
conservatory. The sweat freezes onto your skin and you pull the robe tighter
around your body. You take a moment to shiver and look around the
hallway.

Marble statues line the walls. Some of the statues are of hard cocks
protruding from the walls. The cocks are beautiful and realistic looking,
complete with heavy scrotums.

The other statues are of naked men and women. They are either on their
knees, performing oral sex on cocks set in the walls, or they are bent over,
impaling their pussy or assholes on the cocks. The statues are as lifelike as
the cocks, especially with their faces. Every face is in a state of pleasure or
distress, it is kind of hard to tell which.

The hall is long and ends at a door. Walking down the hallway, you don’t
see a telephone anywhere. Is it hidden? Or was Felicia fucking with you?

You must still be affected by the aphrodisiacs in the conservatory because

you are having a challenging time keeping your hand away from your sex.
Your pussy is dripping wet and you are as horny as a teenager. You stroke
yourself but it isn’t enough.

A marble cock catches your eye. It is just the right size for you. It sits
between a marble statue of a man on his knees sucking a wall cock and a
statue of a woman bent over and riding a wall cock. Both positions are
equally tempting.

Wait, what are you thinking? You can’t possibly be considering fucking or
sucking a marble cock in a strange house? That doesn’t sound like a good
idea.

Too bad. You are too turned on. Quite frankly, you can’t think of nothing
else. Smart or not, you’re doing this.
How will you use the wall cock?

I’m sucking that beautiful marble cock.

I’m fucking that gorgeous marble cock.

Hell no, I keep my legs together while I am in this weird garden.

You don’t know the rules of this place. For all that you know, masturbating
is what got Felicia stuck to a plant in the first place. You like Felicia, but
not enough to get planted beside her in the conservatory.

The vine around Felicia’s breast constricts. Her breast is squeezed painfully
tight and turns red. The hard nipple looks like it is about to burst.

“Yes,” Felicia groans and you are not sure if it is from the vine or your
fingers.

You stroke her faster. The slick pussy tightens around your fingers with
every stroke. At times, you worry that you are thrusting too hard but Felicia
just moans louder.

“Grab my ass,” Felicia moans. “Please!”

You reach around her bound body and grab her ass. Your fingers sink into
firm muscles. She is amazingly fit and you wonder if it is from squatting
over plants all day long.

A vine snakes between your legs. It is tantalizingly close to your sex. You
are tempted to lower yourself and rub against it but you resist.

Felicia looks at you. “I am so close,” she whimpers. “Please, get down there
and lick me. I’ll do anything, just eat me out!”

You nod and pull your fingers out of her sex. Felicia raises her squat as
much as the vines will allow and you get on your back under her. Your head
is up against the hard pot that the flower sits in.

Felicia lowers her pussy down onto you. Smells and flavors assault your
senses. She tastes like apples. She smells like roses. She tastes like oranges.
She smells like lilies.
You immediately start licking. Her bare sex settles on your face. Slick
thighs try to close around you but the vines hold her back.

“YES!” Felicia yells on top of you. “That’s what I need!”

You reach up and grab her thighs. The vines resist your pulling. Your mouth
seals over her pussy as you try to lick and suck every drop of pussy juice
from her.

“Oh fuck!” Felicia cries out.

You lick faster.

“Oh fuck!” Felicia cries out.

You lick harder.

“Oh fuck! Fuck! FUCK!”

Felicia’s pussy spasms against your tongue. She lowers onto your mouth,
fighting hard against the vines. You watch her pelvis dance in beautiful
agony as she comes.

“Don’t stop!” Felicia cries.

You keep flicking her pussy. You let go of her thighs and bring your hands
to her sex. You find her clitoris and rub it as you keep licking. Your other
hand slides deep inside her, fucking her while you eat her out.

“FUCK!” Felicia cries again as she comes. The pink flush of her cheeks and
neck spread down to her breasts.

You stroke harder. Your fingers savagely plunge in and out of her sex and
she wants more.

“FUCK!” Felicia screams and she comes a third time. “Stop! Stop! Stop!”
You slide away from her sex. Juices run down your face. You wipe your
mouth with your robe and wonder if it will stain.

“Oh God,” Felicia groans. The flush on her body is a deep red on her pale
body. The vine releases her breast and her poor tit looks bruised. She
shudders as another aftershock of her orgasm.

“Feel better?” you ask.

“Fuck, yes!” Felicia says. “Look, you need to listen to me. The longer you
stay here, the more likely one of my plants will take a liking to you. You
better go while you still can.”

“I had a suspicion,” you say. “Thanks for telling me.”

“Sure,” Felicia says. She is still breathing hard. “And another thing, if you
see a long hallway of marble statues and cocks, don’t stop and fuck one. No
matter how horny you are, just keep going.”

“Okay,” you say. Like you would hump a statue in a hallway!

You get up and move through the conservatory. The flowers and plants
brush against your arms but you walk quickly. When you reach the door,
you don’t stop to say goodbye. You open the door and duck out.

The cool air of the house is a shock on your skin after the humid heat of the
conservatory. Your sweat chills on your skin and you tighten your robe
around you.

A hallway stretches before you. Marble statues line the walls. Some of the
statues are of hard cocks protruding from the walls. The cocks are beautiful
and realistic looking, complete with heavy scrotums.

The other statues are of naked men and women. They are either on their
knees, performing oral sex on cocks set in the walls, or they are bent over,
impaling their pussy or assholes on the cocks. The statues are as lifelike as
the cocks, especially with their faces. Every face is in a state of pleasure or
distress, it is kind of hard to tell which.

You must still be affected by the aphrodisiacs in the conservatory because

you are having a tough time keeping your hand away from your sex. Your
pussy is dripping wet and you are as horny as a teenager. It is tempting to
just stand here and masturbate as you look at these sexy statues. Hell, you
are tempted to mount one of those cocks. It would only take you a few
minutes to get off.

No, that is what Felicia warned you about. Wow, she is right, you are
tempted!

Keeping your robe tightly closed, you make your way past the statues. You
see several marble cocks that look like they would be perfect for you but
you keep walking. In a house of ghosts and horny plants, you are going to
leave the hallway of marble cocks alone.

You reach the door and it is unlocked. You quickly go through it and close it
behind you.

Another hallway stretches to your left and right. Directly opposite the door
you came through is a painting. It shows a person dressed from head to toe
in black latex. The suit is shiny and looks like liquid on the person’s body.
The only holes are for the eyes and mouth. You stare harder at the painting
and try to figure if it is a man or a woman wearing the suit. It is impossible
to tell. The eyes look started but the mouth is smiling.

A nameplate sits below the painting. “The Gimp, 1922-“

A voice calls out from your right. “Servant, where have you been?”

It is a man and a rather beautiful one at that. He is tall and slender with light
brown skin and short black hair. Dark eyes study you while surrounded by
long lashes. He is only wearing slacks and it is hard not to stare at his broad
smooth chest.
“Excuse me?” you say.

“We require your assistance, maid,” the man says. He pauses to look at you
in your house robe. “The butler is far too lax with discipline. Oh well, you
won’t need a uniform. Attend to me and Maria in the bathroom.”

He turns around and walks down the hall, obviously expecting you to
follow him. Clearly, he has mistaken for a maid. He has an air about him as
if he expects everyone to obey him.

Part of you is thrilled by the idea. He is quite handsome and has a feline
grace as he walks. The memory of his broad chest makes your thighs rub
together. And did he say the bathroom? You wouldn’t mind getting wet with
him.

Wait, he mentioned a Maria. What is she like? Is she as demanding as he is?

Knowing this house, you suspect that the kind of service they will be
requiring of you will be very personal.

Then again, maybe you are not in the mood to play maid to a demanding
couple. You helped a ghost get warm inside you and you masturbated a
trapped gardener. Maybe you are done helping people out today.
Are you going to attend to the handsome man and Maria?

Yes, I can pretend to be a maid.

No, I want to take care of myself for a change.

Hell yeah, I need to come.

You undo the belt on your robe and part the fabric. Your hand goes between
your legs and onto your pussy. When you touch your sex, a shiver runs
through you and you let out a loud moan.

“Yes,” Felicia moans with you. “Come with me.”

You do your best. One hand inside her and one hand on your pussy, you
stroke the both of you. The two of you lean on each other and shudder. Her
mouth goes to your shoulder and kisses it. You kiss the side of her neck just
over the vine around it.

It feels wonderful. Your pussy is wet and sensitive. Every stroke sends
pleasure through your body.

“Fuck!” Felicia moans and you stroke faster.

“Oh God,” Felicia whispers and you stroke harder.

“Yes!” Felicia cries out and she bites down on your shoulder.

Sharp pain grips your flesh in a clamping vise. The pain shoots through
your body and goes straight to your needy sex. Your fingers are a blur as
you stroke as fast as you can.

Something smooth wraps around your waist. It jerks you back and you fall
on your ass. Your fingers leave Felicia’s pussy and she lets out a pitiful
moan.

“No!” she cries out. “I was so close!”

You try to get back up. A vine wraps around your wrist and pulls it out from
under you. As you stumble, two vines wrap around each of your thighs.
Another vine wraps around your hand and pulls it from your sex.
“What the fuck?” you yell.

“Oh dear,” Felicia says, looking past you. “It looks like Edgar got you.”

You look behind you. A sprawling bush sits in a pot with about a dozen
vines coming out from within it. The vines pull and drag you backwards on
the ground towards the bush.

“How do I make it let go?” you yell.

Felicia shakes her head. “Edgar doesn’t really ever let go. Once he senses a
wet pussy, he likes to keep it.”

“Keep it?” you yell.

“Don’t worry!” Felicia says. “It’s not that bad!”

“What does that me-WHOA!” A vine presses against your sex and pushes
right in. In less than a second, it has filled your pussy with its thick girth.

“See what I mean?” Felicia calls out.

You can’t respond because the vine inside you feels wonderful. Maybe it is
the foreplay with Felicia, or maybe it is all the intoxicating aphrodisiacs in
the air, but as soon as the plant enters you, your resistance just melts away
and you clench around the welcome intruder.

The vines pull you until your back is up against the giant pot that the plant
resides in. Sitting up, your arms are held back while your legs are spread
apart. Another vine slinks across your chest and presses down on your
sensitive breasts. The smooth grip of a vine coils around your neck like a
vegetable collar.

Felicia looks at you with something like jealousy. She is still trapped with
her hands pressed to the flower. Her untouched pussy drips onto the ground.
The vine inside your sex moves. It thrusts in and out of your wet lips. The
plant fucks you with a serpentine grace.

You groan. Your legs try to clench around the vine but the vines coiled
around your thighs won’t let you. The vines around your arms tighten and
pin you to the pot.

A new vine touches your face. The thick tip pushes against your lips. You
struggle but it is too strong and it enters your mouth. Your cheeks bulge as
it explores your mouth.

“Edgar is very talented!” Felicia says. “You are so lucky!”

You can’t respond with a vine gagging your mouth. It pushes deep in your
mouth and hits the back of your throat. Just when you think it will go
further, it slides partway out of your mouth and slides back in. The plant is
fucking your mouth just like it is fucking your pussy!

Felicia sighs in envy.

The vine inside your sex expands. It increases in girth as it keeps fucking
you. It is a good thing that you are so turned on or else you doubt you could
take such a monstrous appendage.

The vine across your breasts pulls back. It focuses on your left breast,
wrapping around it just like you saw the other plant do to Felicia’s breast.
You wince as it tightens, turning your breast into a new shape within its
coils.

Another vine snakes around your right breast. You roll your eyes. How
many vines does Edgar have? It wraps around your right breast and
squeezes it painfully tight as well.

The pain is nothing compared to the pleasure between your legs. The thick
vine keeps pumping, filling and slamming your pussy. The wet sounds of
your fucking fill the conservatory.
“That’s right, take it,” Felicia advises. “Edgar knows what he is doing.”

You gurgle a response with the vine in your mouth. It fucks your face with
the same passion as the vine fucking your sex. Spit falls from your lips and
splatters your vine-wrapped tits.

The vines around your thighs tighten. You grunt as incredible pressures are
exerted on your legs. The vines wrap further down your legs, covering your
knees, wrapping down to your calves and down to your wrists.

Your body is in ecstasy. The situation is bizarre but you are so turned on.
You are being fucked by a plant but it is a plant with a thick vine that has
more skill than any human lover you have had inside you.

“Finally!” Felicia says and she stands up. The plant that was holding her
has let her go. She stretches and then walks over to you, one hand already
stroking her wet pussy.

“Mmmm!” you call out with the vine deep in your throat.

Felicia stands beside you, her hips grinding the air as she masturbates. “You
look so hot like that,” she says.

She makes no move to help you. Somehow, you are not surprised.

You feel your climax coming. Felicia senses it too. She strokes herself
faster and grabs her breast.

The vines plunge deep into your sex and down your throat. Fucked at two
ends, your body tenses. Shuddering within your bounds, your body goes
over the edge and you finally come.

“MMMmmmmm!” you cry out with the vine in your mouth.

“FUCK!” Felicia cries out, her body shaking as she strokes herself to
climax.
The vines inside you pull slowly out. When the slippery girth leaves your
sex, you feel empty. The vine in your mouth leaves and you gasp for breath.
Both vines wrap around your waist and you feel your pussy juices get
smeared across your body.

“I told you that you would like it,” Felicia says.

You nod weakly. “Can you get me out now?”

Felicia looks surprised. “Why would I do that? Edgar likes you. You’re
going to keep him busy for weeks.”

Despite the humid heat of the conservatory, a cold chill settles on you.
“What do you mean weeks? I helped you when you asked, doesn’t that
count for something?”

Felicia shrugs. “It means you are as gullible as everyone else. Don’t worry
about it. It’s not like you are going to die here. Edgar is just going to fuck
you silly until you change.”

“Change?” you ask.

“Oh yeah,” Felicia says as she picks up a watering can. “You’re going to
change into a plant. And I will take care of you like I do Beatrice, Edgar,
Dennis, Emily and the others.”

You scream and pull against the vines. They hold you tight. Worse, new
vines snake around to your mouth and sex. They wiggle back inside you
and fill you once more.

“Oh wow, Edgar must really like you,” Felicia says. “I can’t wait to see
what kind of flowers you produce.”

The vines go back to fucking you. Despite just coming, your intoxicated
body is already clenching and responding. You realize that there will be no
escape from Edgar as you get ravished for weeks inside this haunted house.
The phytophillic end.
I’m sucking that beautiful marble cock.

It is too perfect to resist. You have never seen a more beautiful cock. It is
just the right shape for sucking.

You drop to your knees. Your hand glides over the marble cock and you feel
how smooth it is. It is also cold but that won’t last for long. You stick your
tongue out and give the stone a lick.

It has a salty taste. Could it be from the stone?

Leaning forward, you lick along the side of the marble member. Ridges and
veins have been carved into the stone. Your lips close around the side,
feeling the girth against your mouth.

The heat between your thighs intensifies. You undo your belt and pull open
your robe. Down your hand goes, against your pussy lips and then into your
sex. You clench tightly around your fingers as pleasure radiates from your
sex.

You moan onto the marble cock. Bringing your head back, your lips open
and you take the stone rod into your mouth. Down, down, down your mouth
slides until it is completely between your lips and hitting your throat.

The marble cock pulses in your mouth.

Your eyes pop open in shock. You try to pull back but your head won’t
move. You try to push against the wall with your hands but your arms
refuse to move. Your fingers are frozen inside your pussy, no longer
stroking although your pussy is still clenching. You try to move your legs
but they are just as paralyzed as the rest of your body.

The marble cock, however, begins to move. It slides in and out of your
trapped mouth. Smooth stone hits the back of your throat and glides over
your tongue.
The marble woman beside you cries out. Her pale white skin darkens to a
deep brown. Heavy hanging breasts shake as the marble cock in the wall
fucks her. The marble cock pummels her wet sex loudly.

You try to get free. Using all your willpower, you try to make your hands
move. It is useless. The only thing moving is your pussy clenching against
your fingers and your head as it takes the ramming cock into your mouth.

There is a groan from your other side. Color washes over the marble man to
reveal short blond hair and tanned skin. Spit falls from his lips as his mouth
is used as roughly as yours.

His blue eyes turn to look at you. Neither of you can say anything as you
get your mouths fucked.

The marble cock in your mouth suddenly stops. Is this your chance? You try
to move but you are still frozen.

A strange chill comes over you. It starts at your mouth and moves
throughout your body. A hardness comes over your skin and you feel
heavier. You are turning into a statue!

It only takes a minute. A few seconds later, the woman turns back into
marble. After that, the man turns back into stone.

You still feel things. The floor under you is hard. The robe on your body
feels nice even though your skin is marble now. The cock in your mouth
presses against your frozen tongue. Your pussy is filled with your fingers
even though none of them can move.

Time passes. It is hard to tell how much. All you can do is stare ahead at the
wall.

A door clicks open. There are footsteps.

“So, there you are,” a woman’s voice says. “I told you to stay in the foyer.”
It is the butler! You can’t see her but you try moaning to get her attention.

“Too bad, we had such plans for you,” the butler says. There is a snipping
sound followed by the tearing of fabric. She is cutting the robe. Bit by bit,
you feel the soft fabric of the robe leave your body.

“Still, you make a lovely addition to the Hall of Cocks,” the butler says. She
puts a hand on your ass. You feel her grip and then it is gone. There are
footsteps as she walks away and then the closing of a door.

More time passes. You try to sleep but your eyes are frozen open.

There is the sound of someone getting fucked. It sounds like a man. He

yells until he is soon quiet again.

More time passes.

There is the sound of a woman getting fucked. She makes high pitched
sounds of pleasure before becoming quiet again.

Time passes.

You feel a warmth spread on your mouth. Spit runs down your throat and
you swallow. The cock thrusts into your mouth. In a few seconds, you feel
your body come back to life.

Desire hits you like a wall. All your plans to escape are forgotten as you
plunge your fingers deep inside your wet pussy. You gag on the thrusting
cock is it takes your mouth. Your climax is just moments away.

And then the cold returns. Your body freezes and returns to marble. The
cock in your mouth stays thick between your lips.

Time passes. Other statues come to life to get fucked for a brief moment
before returning to the still quiet. Sometimes it is your turn and for one
quick moment, you get your mouth fucked as you frantically try to get off
before turning back to marble again.
The statutory end.
I’m fucking that gorgeous marble cock.

It is too perfect to resist. You have never seen a more beautiful cock. It is
just the right shape for sucking.

You undo your robe and let it fall from your body. Taking a cue from the
statue of the bent over woman beside you, you face away from the cock and
bend over. You slowly back onto the marble cock and feel it slip inside you.

The cock fits perfectly. It is cold but you doubt that will last for long. You
keep sliding back until your ass is against the wall and the cock is buried in
your tight pussy.

Fuck, this feels good. You take a moment and enjoy the thickness
penetrating you. It feels like it was made for you.

Across from you, a marble woman is in the same position. Her mouth is
open and small breasts dangle from her chest. Short marble hair clings to
her face.

She looks like she is about to come. You know the feeling. Your pussy
clenches tightly around the hard stone.

You start to hump the marble cock. Slow and steady, you slide back and
forth across the length of the member. Your hips roll as you fuck yourself.

The cock is so lifelike. The ridges feel real. You close your eyes and it is
easy to imagine that the cock is real.

The marble cock throbs inside you.

Your eyes pop open in surprise. You try to get off the cock. Your body
won’t budge. No matter how hard you try, your arms and legs won’t move.
It is impossible to even close your mouth.
The marble cock begins to move. It thrusts inside you with a steady rhythm.
You feel soft balls slapping against the back of your ass.

The marble woman in front of you cries out. Color spreads across her body.
Short black hair soaked in sweat cling to her face. Bright green eyes stare at
you as she is fucked roughly from behind.

You try to speak but all you can do is moan. Your eyes lock and you see
pity on her face but it quickly changes to pleasure as she cries out.

The cock inside you fucks faster. It slams into your trapped body. Your tits
shake and your ass clenches.
The marble cock suddenly stops. Is this your chance? You try to move but
you are still frozen.

A strange chill comes over you. It starts at your pussy and moves
throughout your body. A hardness comes over your skin and you feel
heavier. You are turning into a statue!

It only takes a minute. A few seconds later, the woman in front of you turns
back into marble.

You still feel things. The floor under you is cold. The cock in your pussy
presses against a sensitive spot. There is a slight breeze that plays across
your hard nipples.

Time passes. It is hard to tell how much. All you can do is stare ahead at
marble woman moaning in pleasure.

A door clicks open. There are footsteps.

“So, there you are,” a woman’s voice says. “I told you to stay in the foyer.”

It is the butler! She is smirking at your frozen form. You try moaning to get
her attention.
“Too bad, we had such plans for you,” the butler says. She reaches down
and picks up your robe. She folds it and slings it over her arm.

“Still, you make a lovely addition to the Hall of Cocks,” the butler says. She
reaches out and runs her hand over one of your hanging breasts. You feel
her fingernails as they glide over your skin. Your pussy tries and fails to
clench around the cock inside.

The butler walks away, taking the robe with her. She goes through the door
that you never reached and closes it behind her.

More time passes. You try to sleep but your eyes are frozen open.

There is the sound of someone getting fucked. You can’t move your head
but out of the corner of your eye, you see a man cry out. He yells until he is
soon quiet again.

More time passes.

There is the sound of a sucking. Another person has come to life. She
makes desperate slurping sounds before becoming quiet again.

Time passes.

You feel a warmth spread on your pussy. Desire runs down your leg as you
clench. The cock thrusts into your sex. In a few seconds, you feel your body
come back to life.

Desire hits you like a bus smashing into you. All your plans to escape are
forgotten as you hump the cock. You grind on the thrusting cock is it takes
your pussy. Your climax is just moments away.

And then the cold returns. Your body freezes and returns to marble. The
cock in your pussy stays thick between your lips.

Time passes. Other statues come to life to get fucked for a brief moment
before returning to the still quiet. Sometimes it is your turn and for one
quick moment, you get your sex fucked as you frantically try to climax
before turning back to marble again.

The statutory end.

Yes, I can pretend to be a maid.

You follow the man down the hallway. He never looks back to see if you
are coming. An aura of confidence surrounds him.

He opens a door and steps through. You follow him into a huge bathroom.
Green tiles cover the floor while ocean blue tiles line the walls. A mosaic of
a red octopus dominates the far wall.

A modern toilet sits in the corner. An expansive sink and mirror is to the
right. A rack of towels lies waiting to be used to your left.

The star of the bathroom is the giant bathtub. It is made of porcelain and
sits on clawed feet that look like the green paws of an undersea beast.
Soapy bubbly water fills the tub and steam rises from it.

Sitting to the left side of the tub is a woman. She almost looks like the twin
of the man you followed. She has the same light brown skin and short black
hair. Her eyes are just as commanding and full of demands. Full lips frown
at you. She has the same slender body except her chest is topped with two
petite brown breasts.

“You finally found the maid, Matias,” the woman says.

“I am beginning to believe they are avoiding us, Maria” Matias says. He

unzips his slacks and they drop. He is wearing nothing underneath and you
admire his perfect tight ass. Stepping out of his slacks, he steps into the
bathtub opposite Maria and sinks into the water.

“This one looks new,” Maria says. “Why do you still have your robe on?”
she asks. “Disrobe and grab a sponge. Can’t you tell that Matias is filthy?”

“Yes, ma’am,” you say as you remember your assumed role. You undo your
belt and pull off your robe. Maria and Matias don’t even look at you as you
become naked. They are too busy staring at each other.
You find a sponge on the rack of towels and bring it to the tub. Leaning
down beside Matias, you dip the sponge into the tub. The water is almost
too hot to bear.

“Start with his chest,” Maria commands. “Scrub gently, he is not a rough
creature like yourself. Make sure to wash off the kisses of the sluts he
dallies with.”

“Yes, ma’am,” you say. You rub the sponge against Matias’ broad chest. He
groans as the water cascades over his skin. His arms rest on the side of the
tub and he tilts his head back. He has his eyes closed while Maria watches
your every move.
You wonder about the “sluts he dallies with”. They must have an open
relationship, if they have any sort of relationship at all. It is easy to imagine
women kissing his smooth chest. It is even easier to imagine your own lips
on his skin.

“Be careful with his nipples,” Maria instructs. “I will not tolerate
carelessness.”

“Yes, ma’am,” you say. You can’t help stealing glances at their faces. Maria
and Matias look like male and female versions of the same person. Are they
related? Or just a close couple that looks like each other?

“Circular motions,” Maria says. “Be gentle!”

You scrub as gently as you can. Matias says nothing as you rub the sponge
around and round his nipple.

The sponge is dry so you dip it back into the water. Matias opens his eyes
and seems to notice you. “Clean Maria’s thighs,” he says.

“Yes, sir,” you say and you move over to Maria’s side of the tub. She closes
her eyes and leans back on the tub. Matias watches you as you reach down
into the water.
There are so many bubbles that you can’t see into the water. You plunge the
sponge down and make your best guess about where Maria’s legs should be.
The hot water stings your arm but you find her thighs. As carefully as you
can, you scrub her thighs without touching her sex.

“Do a thorough job,” Matias commands. “Wipe down the seed left behind
by her last lover.”

You nod and scrub a little harder. Are there stains left by come? You can’t
tell but you scrub as if there were.

Maria’s thighs are slender but strong beneath your touch. You have no
doubt that if they wrapped around a man that he wouldn’t be able to escape.
Perhaps she only lets them free when they have spilled themselves onto her.

It is easy to imagine that Maria’s thighs would be just as demanding with a

woman’s head between her legs. If they closed around you, you would
never get free unless she wished it. Perhaps you would have to lick your
way out.

“Both thighs,” Matias commands. You are shaken from your daydream. He
is staring at you and supervising your every move.

“Yes, sir,” you say and reach across the tub to reach her other thigh. Your
breasts dip into the water and you wince from the heat. Soap bubbles cling
to your chest as you scrub her far thigh.

“Harder,” Matias commands. “So many filthy men have soiled her thighs
today.”

You scrub harder. The water rolls as your arm moves back and forth. You
are grunting from the force of your scrubbing but Maria doesn’t make a
sound.

After a long hard scrub, Maria opens her eyes. “Enough, go wash Matias’
cock,” she says.
“Yes, ma’am,” you say and you can’t hide the eagerness in your tone. You
crawl over to the other side of the tub beside Matias he has his eyes closed
and is leaning back again.

You plunge the sponge down over his crotch. His long hard cock is easy to
find. The sponge wraps around his cock and you give it a few tugs.

Matias doesn’t make a sound. His lips don’t flinch. He doesn’t acknowledge
your presence at all.

“Gently,” Maria says. “You are not cleaning the tool of a laborer, you are
cleaning the delicate instrument of a gentleman!”

“Yes, ma’am!” you say and you slow down. The sponge glides carefully
over his erect member. Up and down, as gently as possible, you clean his
cock with your sponge.

You steal a glance at Maria. She is smiling. One of her hands has moved to
her breasts. She idly tweaks a nipple as she watches you.

“Don’t look at me,” Maria snaps. “Focus on the task at hand!”

You avert your eyes and go back to stroking Matias. His cock throbs in your
grip. You squeeze a little bit harder and his hips shift. He thrusts into your
grip although he still doesn’t make a sound.

After a few more strokes, his eyes open. “That’s good,” he says. “Now
attend to Maria’s sex. I want it clean enough to eat.”

“Yes, sir,” you say.

As you expected, Maria already has her eyes closed and is tilting her head
back. You move over to her and sink the sponge into the water. The heat
doesn’t bother you as you reach for her sex. You press the sponge against
her pussy and scrub gently.
“No, no,” Matias admonishes. “Scrub her hard. Purge her cunt of all the
cocks she has taken today.”

“Yes, sir,” you say and you scrub harder. Soft grunts come from her lips but
she maintains an air of indifference. Her eyes stay close and her shoulder
relaxed.

You masturbate her roughly with the sponge. Short hard strokes scrub at her
pussy lips. The water quakes as your busy hand keeps working.

All this stroking is just turning you on more. Your own sex longs to be
touched. These two beautiful bodies are too hard to resist. It is so tempting
to stroke yourself but you don’t dare.

Maria’s eyes open. “Stop,” she says to you.

“Shall we dispense with cleaning?” Matias asks.

“Yes, I feel like getting dirty again,” Maria says. “Let us debase ourselves
with our maid.”

“You heard her,” Matias says. “Get in the tub so we may debauch ourselves
on you.”

It is damn tempting. You’ve enjoying touching them but you are eager to be
touched instead. The water is nice and the tub is big enough for three.

A small doubt nags you. These two are demanding and certainly treat you
like a lesser. Will it be any different when they fuck you? Maybe you are
done playing with them and just want to walk away.
Do you climb in the bathtub?

Yes, I am eager to serve!

No, I am tired of being bossed around.

No, I want to take care of myself for a change.

You turn around and go in the opposite direction of the beautiful man. If
you keep getting caught up in other people, you are never going to find your
way out of this crazy house.

The hallway turns a corner and the décor changes. The walls are light red
and a carpet covers the floor. Exotic flowers sit in vases and you wonder if
they are from the conservatory.

The flowers smell the same. That familiar intoxicating perfume seeps into
your skin. Your sex, still neglected from your adventure in the conservatory,
is aching to be touched. The fabric of the robe pulls on your skin and you
feel this urge to just masturbate right here in the hallway.

A phone rings. It comes from down the hall. You walk quickly and find the
phone sitting on a table beside a comfortable looking chair. The white
phone is old fashioned with a large porcelain handset.

It is still ringing. You pick it up and answer.

“Hello?” a woman’s voice says on the other end. The voice is sultry in ways
you didn’t think possible. Your thighs clench together and a trickle of desire
drips down your leg.

“Hello,” you say. “Who is this?”

“My name is Wanda,” the voice says. “I don’t recognize you. Are you new
to the house?”

“Yes,” you say. “I have been looking for the phone and I guess I found it
now. I don’t mean to be rude but I want to dial out and try to reach a garage
or something.”

“That won’t work,” Wanda says. “I am sure that you have seen by now that
this isn’t any ordinary house. You won’t get out of here without knowing
the trick.”

“What’s the trick?” you ask.

“I’ll tell you but first, I need something from you.”

“What is that?” you ask.

“I need you to talk to me for a little bit,” Wanda says. “It has been so long
since I have talked to someone new. It gets lonely here.”

“Okay, but only for a little bit,” you say.

“Of course,” Wanda says. “Where are you right now?”

“I am in a hallway,” you say. “The walls are red and there is a plush carpet
on the ground.”

“Oh, is there a chair nearby?” Wanda asks.

“Yes.”

“Could you sit in it for me?” she says. “Describe how it feels to you.”

You sit in the chair. “Oh wow, it is really soft,” you say. “How odd, it leans
back. It didn’t look like the kind of chair that does that. This is very nice.”

“Can you do me another favor?” Wanda asks in her sultry voice.

“Yes,” you whisper.

“Touch your breast,” she asks. “Describe it to me.”

Maybe it is the perfume or maybe it is just her voice, but you don’t hesitate
to fulfil her request. You slip your hand under your robe and cup your
breast.
“I am very sensitive right now,” you whisper. “My nipple is hard. It feels
good to rub my fingers over it. Right now I have my hand over my left
breast and I am giving it a little squeeze.”

“Yes,” Wanda whispers. “Go to your right breast now and just use your
fingertips. Glide it over your nipple.”

“Okay” you say. You moan as your nails brush your hard nipple.

“I wish I was there to suck on them,” Wanda says.

A shiver runs through you. “Yes.”

“Pull on your nipple gently,” Wanda says. “Pretend that it is my mouth.”

You do as she says and moan again.

“Now do it to your other nipple,” Wanda says. “Imagine my mouth around

it, sucking hard.”

Your fingers go to your nipple and pull. It is easy to picture her mouth
around you.

“Are you wearing anything?” Wanda asks.

“Just a robe that the butler gave me,” you say.

There is a slight crackle of static. “Open your robe,” Wanda says. “Imagine
I am there and bare yourself to me. Tell me when you are ready.”

Once again, you don’t hesitate. You undo your robe and pull it apart. Your
legs spread and you lean back in the chair.

A flash of worry runs through you. What if someone were to walk into the
hall and see you? What would they think of you reclining like this,
displaying yourself?
That is a risk you are willing to take for Wanda’s sexy voice.

“I’m ready,” you tell her.

Wanda whispers through the headset. “Run your fingers over the insides of
your thighs. Start with your knees and run up to your sex, but don’t touch
your sex and move to the other thigh.”

You let out a whimper and do as she asks. Your thighs tremble under your
fingertips. It might be your hand but it is Wanda’s touch that you are
feeling. Up, up, up your thigh you go and just as you were told, you skip
your pussy and down, down, down your other thigh.

“I did it,” you say.

“Again,” Wanda requests.

Up, up, up your thigh you go, skipping your clenching pussy, and going
down, down, down your other thigh.

“I did it,” you groan.

“Again,” Wanda asks.

Several soft trembles later, “I did it.”

“Again,” Wanda says.

A biting of your lip later, “I did it.”

“Again,” Wanda says.

A whimpering moan later, “I did it.”

“One last time and when you are done, push your fingers inside that greedy
pussy.”
Up, up, up your fingers go along your thigh, skipping your greedy pussy,
down, down, down your other thing and then plunging your fingers deep
inside you.

You cry out.

“Yes,” Wanda moans. “Stroke yourself, hard and fast like I would.”

Your fingers ram your sex like Wanda would. Sharp hard thrusts fill your
pussy. You clench hard around your slippery fingers.

“Let me hear your pussy,” Wanda asks.

You bring the handset down to your pussy. Your fingers make loud squishy
sounds.

Bringing the handset back to your ear, you notice it smells of your pussy.
“Did you hear it?”

“Yes,” Wanda says. “Now I want you to come. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes!” you cry out. Your fingers are a blur inside you. You have lost all idea
of modesty. Your legs are wide open as you stroke yourself.

“Picture me there,” Wanda says. “Picture me leaning over you, my hand in

your soaking wet pussy. My breast dangles above your mouth so you can
suck my nipple. I want your mouth on me as I get you off.”

“Yes!” you cry out and then you come. You have been on the edge for so
long since the conservatory that it is amazing you lasted this long. Pleasure
explodes through your body and your eyes clench shut.

There is a slow sensation of drifting . . .

drifting . . .

drifting . . .
to sleep.

You awake with a start. Total darkness is around you. You try to sit up but
something strange is happening. There is no sensation coming from your
body. You can’t feel your arms and legs. You try to take a deep breath and
nothing happens.

You have no body. There is just darkness.

Wait, there is something. You are still horny. Somehow, you still want
something inside you. There is a yearning to be touched and fucked.

“Hello,” Wanda says. “Welcome to the other side of the phone.”

“Where am I”? you call out. Wait, you don’t have a body but you have a
voice.

“I told you, the other side of the phone,” Wanda says.

“You told me that you could get me out of the house!” you say.

“And I did,” Wanda says. “No one can hurt you here. Or fuck you
unfortunately. Why? Do you want to go back to the house?”

“Yes!” you answer.

“Okay, I can send you back,” Wanda says.

“Thank goodness,” you sigh.

“But first, tell me a story. A dirty story. Lots and lots of dirty stories. It gets
lonely here.”

“And then you will let me go?” you ask.

“Of course,” Wanda says. “But tell me dirty stories first.”

You sigh. Can you trust Wanda? How many dirty stories will it take before
she lets you go? Will she ever let you go? You doubt it but what choice do
you have?

“Okay,” you say. “This story is called Touched by the Unknown and it
begins with a woman getting a blindfold in the mail . . .”

The audible end.

Yes, I am eager to serve!

“As you wish,” you say as you stand. This time, both are watching you as
you step into the tub. You are used to the heat now and the hot water
welcomes your body. Sitting down, you settle into a place between the two
of them.

Matias and Maria move quickly towards you. They cut through the water
with barely a ripple in the bubbles Hands grip your body and your head is
pulled to Maria for a kiss.

Soft lips press against yours. A nimble tongue pushes into your mouth and
dominates your mouth. Your tongue is pushed away as her tongue explores
your mouth.

As you kiss Maria, hands roam your wet body. Soapy hands grab your tits
and you think Maria and Matias each have one. One hand grabs your thigh
and you aren’t sure who it belongs you. Another unknown hand glides
across your stomach. The hands move, each pinching and pulling at your
flesh.

The kiss with Maria is suddenly broken and you are pulled into Matias’
mouth. Soft lips press against your mouth. A nimble tongue the twin of
Maria’s pushes into your mouth. Once more your mouth is dominated as
Matias’ tongue takes what he wants.

The hands shift around your body. Someone rubs your pussy lips. A hand
goes to your throat and gently squeezes. Someone pulls on your nipples.
Another hand pushes into your sex and two fingers enter you.

The kiss is broken again. Maria pulls your head down to her soapy breasts.
With supernatural strength, she presses your mouth to her nipple.

You open your mouth and suck on her breast. The soap is bitter in your
mouth but her grip is inhuman. You suckle on her nipple in the hopes that
she will let you go.
The fingers inside your sex stroke harder. You think it might be Matias but
it is hard to tell. Their hands feel so alike and they both grip you with the
same firm command. The fingers fuck you hard before slipping out of you.

Your mouth is pulled from Maria’s breast and Matias pushes his fingers
against your lips. They are soapy but you have no choice. Your mouth
closes around them and under the bitter taste of soap is the taste of your
own sex.

Hands grip your wet ass. You think they belong to Maria. They pull your
ass cheeks apart and a soapy finger presses against your tight ass. The
finger pushes but stops just shy of entering you.

You moan with Matias’ fingers in your mouth. He smiles at you and there is
no warmth in his eyes. The smile looks predatory and reminds you of a cat.

“Up,” Maria says behind you. Is she referring to you?

Matias rises from the tub. Water slides off his magnificent body. He sits on
the edge of the tub and his hard cock stands at attention. His hands pull on
your hair and you are guided to his soapy cock.

There is no choice but it is not like you would stop anyway. Your mouth
opens and you take him down your throat. Bitter soap assaults your mouth
but you close your lips and suck. Hard cock throbs against your tongue.

Maria reaches under you. She positions you on your knees so she can reach
between your legs. Slender fingers invade your sex and fuck you.

You groan with Matias’ cock in your mouth. Your pussy muscles clench
around Maria’s slick fingers. The warm water hugs your body as you are
fucked at both ends.

“Suck him harder,” Maria demands and you do.

“Fuck her fingers,” Matias commands and you do.

You grunt as you ride Maria’s fingers. You gasp as Matias thrusts into your
mouth. The water splashes as you move back and forth between hard cock
and strong fingers.

A slick thumb presses against your asshole. Your eyes widen and you try to
say something but Matias thrusts into your mouth. The thumb presses and
your asshole slowly expands to take it. Eventually the thumb slips inside
you and your ass is plugged.

“Take it, maid,” Matias says.

“Suck him, maid,” Maria says.

You do both. Your tight ass takes her soapy thumb while your sex is fucked
by slick fingers. You suck Matias’ long cock as he pins your head to his
crotch.

There is nowhere to go between these two. There is nowhere else you

would rather be.

The thumb pulls from your asshole. You instantly miss it. The hand holding
your head pulls you from the long cock. Your throat is raw but you are
eager for more.

“Turn around,” Matias commands. He is talking to you.

Maria rises from the water. Soap clings to her lovely brown body. She sits
on the opposite edge of the tub. Her hairless sex waits for you.

You turn and go to her. Matias sinks down in the water behind you. He
grabs your hips and you know that once more you will be the link between
them.

Maria guides your face to her wet sex. The thighs you had recently cleaned
close around your head and her feet rest on your back. Just as you
imagined, the strong thighs are tight around your head.
You eat Maria’s pussy. The soap is a familiar taste but it is soon
overwhelmed by the sweet taste of her sex. You burrow as tightly as you
can against her pussy and her tight thighs keep you there.

The head of Matias’ cock presses against your asshole. You knew he would
go there. Your ass is ready as the slender head pushes, pushes, pushes and
enters you. More of his cock slides inside you, filling your ass.

You moan into Maria’s pussy. Your moans add to her pleasure and her
thighs tighten against your face.

“Take his cock up your ass,” Maria says.

“Eat her pussy until she screams,” Matias says.

You obey them both. Matias fucks your ass with long smooth strokes and
you take it all. Your tongue licks deep inside Maria and you taste all that
she has.

The only thing neglected is your pussy. They care nothing for your
pleasure. It will be up to you. That is okay. It is what you expect from them.
You bring your hand to your sex and stroke.

Matias fucks your ass. His hands keep a tight grip on your hips as he fucks
you. The water in the tub rocks back and forth like waves across your body.

Maria’s fingers dig into your scalp. Her hips shift and roll as you lick. She
gently humps your face and pussy juices run down your face and into the
bath water.

You stroke your sex. Your fingers do what neither of them can be bothered
to do. You pleasure yourself as they use you for their pleasure.

Maria comes first. She pulls you hard against her pussy as she screams
Matias’ name. Thighs quiver around your head.
Matias comes next. There is a rough thrust into your tight asshole and then
a rush of hot seed. He keeps pumping, filling your ass with load after load
of thick come.

You come last, stroking yourself as you breathe in Maria’s pussy and as
your ass is filled with seed.

Matias pulls out of you. Maria unlocks her thighs around your head. Their
bodies move away and you settle into the tub. The water is still hot and a
weariness comes over you. Your eyes close and you savor your afterglow.

“Not bad,” a familiar voice says.

Your eyes pop open. The butler is standing outside the tub. Her skin is
darker than you remember and her short blonde hair seems to glow. The
butler’s uniform she wears has a shimmering quality you hadn’t noticed
before. She holds a towel in her hands.

Maria and Matias are gone. You are alone in the tub.

“Where did they go?” you ask.

“The Perezes have other servants to harass,” the butler says. “Come, let me
dry you.”

You stand up and climb out of the tub. The butler dries you with the towel
and does an efficient job. The towel is almost as warm as the water and you
feel refreshed as well as dry.

The butler talks as she dries you. “You have a knack for service,” she says.
“Zachariah is a needy sort while Felicia has her own issues. The Perezes are
not easy to please on a good night and you did quite well. It is clear what
your function should be.”

“Function?” you ask.

The butler sets the towel down and goes to a closet you hadn’t noticed
before. She pulls out a maid’s uniform and brings it to you.

“You are clearly a maid,” the butler says. “Your duties are cleaning, serving
and fucking. You will be at the disposal of all the residents of the house and
free to fuck the other servants. Of course, you are also free to torment any
strangers who come to the house.”

“Wait, you’re offering me a job?” you ask. “I just need to use the phone! I
have a life I need to get back to!”

“Do you?” the butler says. “It is your choice. I am offering you an eternity
of service but if you would rather not, I won’t force you. Is that your
choice?
Is it?

I will take the maid’s job.

I just want to get out of here.

No, I am tired of being bossed around.

“No thank you,” you say. “See, I’m not really a maid. I’ll go see if I can
find you one.”

Maria’s hand grabs your wrist. “You’ve been lying to us?” she says.

You try to pull your hand free. It is like trying to pull a tree. “I’m sorry, I
was willing to play along but now I would like to stop.”

“You have offended Maria,” Matias says as he grabs your other hand. His
grip is just as strong as Maria’s.

“You have offended Matias,” Maria says.

“I am really sorry!” you say again. “I didn’t mean to deceive you!”

“And yet, you did,” Matias says.

They both pull and you fall into the bathtub. Strong hands grab your body
and dunk your head. You kick your legs and flail your arms but the hands
won’t let you back up.

Are they trying to drown you? You try to hold your breath but groping
hands make it impossible. Sharp nails pinch your breasts. Powerful hands
pry apart your thighs. Strong legs pin your arms.

Soapy water goes into your mouth. You start to choke and your head is
pulled up from the water. Gasping, you cough out water and try to suck in
air at the same time.

“Lying slut,” Maria snarls.

“Deceitful whore,” Matias growls.

“I’m sorry!” you say again.

Maria’s head snaps down like a snake. Her teeth latch onto your wet breast
and bites down. She has your nipple trapped between her sharp teeth.

“Fuck!” you yell.

Matias grabs you by the head. He wraps his fist in your hair and you scream
again. Your scalp is on fire as he pulls hard.

“Fuck!” you yell again.

SLAP! Matias hits you across the face. “Watch your language in front of
Maria!”

The slap stuns you. Maria continues to bite your nipple and Matias keeps
pulling your wet hair. The teeth sting and your scalp aches but you make no
move to resist.

Maria releases your nipple from her mouth. She sits up and brings her
fingers to your mouth. You try to keep your lips closed but she works her
fingers past your lips. The bitter taste of the soap on her fingers makes your
mouth pucker.

Matias lets go of your hair. He dunks his head under the water and a
moment later, you feel his mouth on your thigh. He bites down hard.

You try to kick your leg but he is too strong. You try to scream but Maria’s
fingers are wedged in your mouth. You try to rise from the tub but they
keep you pinned down.

“Dishonest harlot,” Maria says. She leans in closer. Her dark eyes stare into
yours. She kisses your cheek as her fingers roughly fuck your mouth.

Matias is still under the water. He bites another part of your thigh and your
toes curl with pain. His teeth are sharp and he bites like a clamp. He lets go
of your thigh, moves a few inches closer to your sex and bites again.
How can he breathe down there? Is he headed for your pussy? What will he
do when he reaches it? Will he bite your pussy as hard as he has been biting
your thigh? Why does the thought of that make you so wet?

Maria drives her fingers deeper into your mouth. Your lips stretch to
accommodate her fingers. You raise your hand to push her away but she
grabs you by the wrist. She squeezes your wrist and you cry out into her
fingers down your throat.

Matias takes another bite and then another bite. Closer and closer he is
making his way to your pussy. He is just one bite away from your tender
lips.

“Lying degenerate,” Maria says with scorn. Her fingers plunge in and out of
your mouth. Spit falls from your lips as she fucks your lips.

Thankfully, she lets go of your wrist. You clutch it close to your chest and
try to rub circulation back into it. That will teach you to try to resist.

Matias’s head moves between your legs. How is he staying down there so
long? His lips brush against your pussy and your hips buck towards him.
For one brief moment, you think he is going to start licking your sex.

That is when he bites down. His teeth trap both of your pussy lips between
them. Sharp points grind your most sensitive flesh.

You scream with Maria’s fingers in your mouth. She laughs as you squirm
from Matias’ bite.

Mercifully, your pussy is released from Matias’ torment. He rises his head
from the water, and looks at you. Maria pulls her fingers from your mouth
and once more you gasp for air.

“Fuck!” you yell now that your mouth is free. The sting of Matias’ bite still
aches.
SLAP! Maria slaps your face with the hand that had just moments before
been inside your mouth. You are stunned by the force of her slap but also
stunned by how her slap felt the same as Matias’.

“She refuses to watch her language,” Maria says.

“Then we must make sure her mouth can’t talk,” Matias says.

He stands up in the bathtub. Soapy water falls from his perfect slender
body. His cock is erect and stands proudly.

Maria grabs your head and pushes you towards Matias’ cock. Your sore
mouth opens and the soapy cock goes between your lips. The bitter taste
makes you gag but Maria keeps her grip on your head.

“Suck Matias, you unworthy trollop!” Maria says.

She painfully grabs your hair and pushes you onto Matias’ cock. He groans
as your chin rests on his wet balls. Maria pulls back on your hair and his
cock glides between your lips until it is almost out but then she slams your
head back onto his member.

Matias groans again. “Just like that,” he says.

“You heard him,” Maria says and she keeps pulling and pushing your head
back and forth on Matias’s long cock. Her arm is like a piston, driving you
forward and yanking you back no matter how hard you fight.

Matias grinds his hips towards your face. As Maria forces you onto him, he
fucks your lips. He fucks your trapped face while Maria jacks Matias with
your mouth.

Your body makes waves in the tub. How water crashes over the sides and
splatters the floor of the bathroom.

Despite the abuse, a fierce heat burns between your thighs. Your pussy is
still sore from being bitten but you need to be touched. You have never been
used like this before and it is driving you crazy.

Your hand goes between your thighs. You stroke yourself, once, twice, three
times as your head is forced onto Matias’ cock.

“Lewd jezebel!” Maria snaps and she grabs your arm. With incredible
strength, she bends your arm behind your back. “Matias, this slut was trying
to pleasure herself!”

“Disgusting strumpet!” Matias says. He grabs your other arm by the wrist
and raises it high. His fingers lock around your hand and keeps it there.

You whimper. Your head is crammed onto Matias’ cock as he uses your
mouth. Maria holds your arm behind your back while Matias holds your
other hand up. Your pussy is wet and neglected under the water.

Matias growls. His cock throbs in your mouth and then there is a sudden
rush of seed. Maria pins your head to his crotch, keeping your nose buried
in his wet pubic hair as his member fills your mouth with come.

You swallow as much as you can but there is so much. It leaks from your
lips and spills down your chin.

They release your body. You pull off his cock and choke. Come and spit
falls from your mouth.

“My turn,” Maria says behind you.

Matias sinks down into the water and grabs you by the shoulders. He spins
you around to face Maria. She is sitting on the edge of the tub, her light
brown legs open and waiting for you.

You go forward willingly. Maria’s hairless sex waits for you. You open your
mouth that still has Matias’ seed and take your first lick. She tastes of soap
and musk.
Matias grabs the back of your head. He forces you forward until your lips
are sealed over Maria’s sex. Of course, even if you offer no resistance, they
still demand control of your body.

Maria groans and her hips roll towards your face. Her pussy grinds against
you. She slings a leg over your shoulder and her wet heel digs into your
back.

“Just don’t eat Maria, worship her with your mouth,” Matias says.

You try. Your tongue licks deep inside her. Your lips move and nibble her
pussy lips. Even your nose helps as you nuzzle her sex.

“Hands behind your back,” Matias snaps and you quickly obey. You feel his
hand grab both your wrists and pin them together. There will be no
masturbating for you now.

Maria groans. She humps her face.

“Deeper,” Matias says.

You obey.

Marian shudders and her heels digs into your back.

“Harder,” Matias says.

You obey.

Maria hisses. Matias holds your head onto her pussy as Marias comes. She
cries out her orgasm while her pussy shakes under your tongue.

He lets go of your head and hands. Maria swings her leg off your back.
They push you away and you settle into the tub. The water is still hot and a
weariness comes over you but you are still horny.
Your eyes close and you reach between your thighs. No one stops you as
you stroke furiously. Within seconds, you are climaxing and shuddering in
the water.

“They are rough but few complain,” a familiar voice says.

Your eyes pop open. The butler is standing outside the tub. Her skin is
darker than you remember and her short blonde hair seems to glow. The
butler’s uniform she wears has a shimmering quality you hadn’t noticed
before. She holds a towel in her hands.

Maria and Matias are gone. You are alone in the tub.

“Where did they go?” you ask.

“The Perezes have other servants to harass,” the butler says. “Come, let me
dry you.”

You stand up and climb out of the tub. The butler dries you with the towel
and does an efficient job. The towel is almost as warm as the water and you
feel refreshed as well as dry.

The butler talks as she dries you. “You have a knack for service,” she says.
“Zachariah is a needy sort while Felicia has her own issues. The Perezes
can be cruel but you survived. It is clear what your function should be.”

“Function?” you ask.

The butler sets the towel down and goes to a closet you hadn’t noticed
before. She pulls out a maid’s uniform and brings it to you.

“You are clearly a maid,” the butler says. “Your duties are cleaning, serving
and fucking. You will be at the disposal of all the residents of the house and
free to fuck the other servants. Of course, you are also free to torment any
strangers who come to the house.”
“Wait, you’re offering me a job?” you ask. “I just need to use the phone! I
have a life I need to get back to!”

“Do you?” the butler says. “It is your choice. I am offering you an eternity
of service but if you would rather not, I won’t force you. Is that your
choice?
Is it?

I will take the maid’s job.

I just want to get out of here.

I will take the maid’s job.

You reach for the maid’s uniform. The butler smiles and hands it over. You
pull it from the hanger and put it on.

It is not much of a uniform. There is a top that mostly pushes your breasts
up so that they look like they are about to spill out. A tiny black skirt comes
halfway down your ass. There are black stockings that come up to your
thighs and insanely high heels. That’s it. There is no underwear.

“Perfect,” the butler says. “Now let me show you to your duties.”

Your duties are quite many. You clean the dining room every night. There
are six hallways that you are responsible for dusting as well as sweeping.
You gather the laundry from the rest of the servants and you wash them all
by hand.

That is just your cleaning duties. You also must shave Lady Morley’s pubic
hair just the way she likes it and then lick her to three orgasms. The
Librarian likes to spank you with the thickest hardbound books before he
fucks your ass. Lord Brisbane needs a nightly handjob and prefers to spill
his seed on the floor for you to clean up with your mouth. The Perezes
select you as their favorite bath attendant and you end up washing and then
being fucked by them every night.

And those are just the residents of the house. As the newest servant, you
have the lowest authority of the other servants. The male servants use your
mouth, pussy and ass as they wish. The women servants are worse, often
spanking you before forcing you to either finger or lick them.

Strangely, you seem to have plenty of free time. You read filthy stories in
the library. When you are feeling horny, you go to the Hall of Mouths and
pick out a favorite. Sometimes you hang out in the kitchen and eat strange
delights from the Cook’s hand.
The best times are when strangers come to the house. They amuse you with
their requests for telephones, dry clothes and escapes. If they are cute, you
lead them along before fucking their brains out. If they aren’t cute, you lead
them to the darker parts of the house and giggle about it later with your
friends.

Sometimes, the strangers become fellow servants and then you take great
delight in putting them in their place between your legs.

Sometimes, the strangers become residents of the house and you discover
what terrible delights they add to the house.

Most of the time however, the strangers are abused, used and consumed. As
they should be.

Once in a great while, usually while you are lying on the floor, exhausted
from the latest sexual adventure, you think back fondly on the day you
began your eternal ravishing inside this haunted house.

The serving end.

I just want to get out of here.

“Thank you for your offer, but I have no interest in being a maid,” you say.
“I would appreciate it if you showed me the way out now.”

“You misunderstood me,” the butler says. She gives you a hard push.

You fall back into the bath tub. As you hit the water, something strange
happens. Everything goes dark. You lose your sense of up and down. You
try to scream but you have no lips to move.

Slowly, you figure out what is happening. You feel the bathtub all around
you but you no longer have a body. Your body is the water. You can feel the
contours of the porcelain tub, the texture of the plug in the drain and even
some of the dirt particles but you have no control over the water that sits in
the tub.

Sound waves travel through your water body and you understand that they
are words.

“No one leaves the House of Bliss,” the butler says.

A foot dips into the water. It is followed by a leg, still wearing pants. A
body sits in the bath tub and you feel the shape of the butler’s body settling
in. You soak through her clothes and feel her ripe breasts and incredibly
warm sex.

“If you lack the will to serve as a maid,” the butler says. “We can always
put you to work as bath water.”

She unzips her pants and slips a hand into her panties. You feel her fingers
as they stroke her pussy. You hear her moan and it ripples through your
water body. You feel every clench of her thighs.

Desire sweeps through you. There is no biology, hormones or skin, but you
still have needs. You want to be fucked and to get off.
“You understand now,” the butler says. “You will spend eternity in the tub,
feeling naked bodies as they bathe and fuck but you will never be able to do
anything to relieve your own desire. I don’t envy you but your torment will
appeal to quite a few of the people who live here.”

You try to moan with despair but water has no voice.

The watery end.

Be sensible and go straight back to the car.

Yeah, none of this feels right. A creepy house in the middle of a rain storm
with sex furniture on the front porch is not the place a lone woman should
be going into. If you were a character in a porn story, this would make
perfect sense but you know better. Sleeping in your car is better than
whatever scary kinky shit is waiting for you inside.

You turn around and leave the porch. The rain comes down harder and your
visibility is reduced to nothing. The wind blows so hard that is howling.

That doesn’t stop you. If anything, it convinces you that you are making the
right decision. Fuck this creepy house and fuck this weather.

You go down the cobblestone path. Without the light of the house to guide
you, it is much harder to see. You keep your head down and focus on
staying on the path.

Something small runs across the ground in front of you. You stop and then
something wraps around your hand. Before you can react, there is a sharp
tug on your hand and you fall backwards

You hit the wet ground. The air is knocked out of you. As you try to rise,
something small and heavy lands on your chest. The air is knocked out of
you again as you slam into the mud.

Lightning flashes. You look at your hand. A thin rope is wrapped around it.

What the fuck?

You try to get up again. Multiple small shapes jump back on your chest and
other parts of your body. More rope wraps around your other hand. Rope
wraps around your ankles and your legs are pulled apart. Rope binds your
chest and you hear stakes being hammered into the ground.

“What is going on?!” you yell.

Lightning flashes and there is something right next to your face. It is one of
those naked lawn gnomes, with his stupid hat, stupid beard, stupid grin and
ridiculous hard cock but this lawn gnome is moving!

“Looks like someone turned down the sanctuary of the house,” the gnome
says.

Cheers erupt from all around you. You try to turn your head but someone
has tied your hair to a stake and your head is stuck cheek down to the
ground.

“You know what that means?” the first gnome says. “She’s all ours!”

Another cheer erupts from around you.

“What the fuck shit does that mean?” you yell.

“Let’s show her, boys!” the lead gnome says.

Something sharp pokes your back. You flinch and feel the sharpness drag
down your skin. Sharp points poke your arms and legs. An especially sharp
point pokes you between your legs.

There is tearing. You feel the rain on your naked skin. Water strikes your
bare breast. Your clothes are cut and torn from your body.

“Stop!” you yell. “You can’t do this!”

The gnomes laugh. They work fast and it only takes a minute to strip you
naked. Every scrap of cloth has been cut and pulled from your body. The
rain falls on your naked skin while you writhe in the mud against your
bounds.

“Good job, boys!” the gnome in front of your face says. “That was our best
time, yet. Now let’s soften her up a bit!”
“What?” you ask but they ignore you. The lead gnome steps forward and
points his giant cock at your mouth. You try to turn your head away but it is
pinned down by rope and stakes. His thick cock pushes past your tight lips
and into your mouth.

You try to cry out but the cock gags your mouth. Your teeth close but his
cock is supernaturally hard. It is like trying to bite down on stone.

“Yeah, suck it down, Miss!” the gnome says. His tiny hips pump as he fucks
your mouth. The sight of his fat belly moving back and forth would make
you laugh under any other circumstance.

Another gnome moves between your legs. A cock as thick as the one in
your mouth pushes into your pussy. The wet cock slips deep inside you. The
girth is immense. His tiny hands grab your thighs as he fucks your sex.

Other gnomes use your body. One gnome climbs between your breasts
while other gnomes push your tits together. Your breasts are pulled tight
around the gnome cock as he fucks them.

A gnome sucks on your toes. It feels weird and his beard tickles the flat of
your foot.
On your other foot, a gnome pushes his cock between your big toe and your
second toe. He fucks your toes with a fury you wouldn’t believe from such
a little guy.

Thick cocks slap against your arms. A cock is placed in each palm as
gnomes curl your fingers around them. You can’t move your hands but that
is okay, the gnomes are more than happy to fuck your fingers.

Lightning flashes and the thunder rolls above you. Rain falls on your bare
body as the gnomes use you. Mud clings to your body and rides up your
ass. Thin ropes bite into your skin and keep you pinned.

This is insane. How did you get here? How did a broken-down car lead to
this weird house and this bizarre gnome gangbang? Have you lost your
mind?
“Taste my silver!” the gnome in your mouth says and there is a flood of
thick liquid in your mouth. It tastes metallic and salty. You choke but he
keeps thrusting into your mouth until his giant cock is drained.

He isn’t the only one coming. A torrent of hot seed fills your pussy. A hot
stream of seed soaks your foot from where the gnome is fucking your toes.
A gush of seed soaks your chest and neck from the gnome fucking your
breasts. Splashes of seed land on random parts of your arms and legs as the
masturbating gnomes get off.

It doesn’t slow them down. The gnome in your mouth pulls out and another
gnome takes his place. A new cock is shoved into your mouth and it is just
as big as the last. A fresh cock plunges into your messy pussy. Two thick
cocks, lying on top of each other are smashed between your tits and they
happily fuck them.

You groan. The weirdness is affecting you. You lick the hard member in
your mouth. Your pussy clenches tightly around the stone cock inside you.
Your nipples are hard from all the attention. Even the gnome sucking your
toes is making you shudder.

The gnomes have big cocks but their endurance is still small. The gnome in
your mouth comes and once more you are tasting salty metal. The gnome
between your legs pumps your pussy full of seed. More seed sprays onto
your chest, legs, arms and goddamn it, your hair too.

Their endurance is small but they are so many of them. As soon as one cock
leaves your body, another takes its place. Once more your mouth is stuffed
with cock. A new cock crams your pussy. Fresh cocks slip between your tits
and fucks your seed-splattered breasts.

It keeps raining but you don’t feel clean. The gnome come sticks to you.
Grubby hands paw your flesh and leave muddy gnome handprints behind.

Your body tenses. Are you going to come? Shame sweeps over you but you
don’t care. Your thighs strain against the rope restraints. You try to grind
against the giant gnome cock inside you. Shudders run through your body
that have nothing to do with the rain.

The gnomes pound you. They fuck your mouth. They fuck your tits. They
fuck your pussy. At least three gnomes have fucked your toes. Some kinky
bastard keeps slapping his cock against your ear.

You climax. The ropes hold you tight as you shake within your restraints.
Pleasure sweeps over you and you groan into the uncaring cock that is using
your mouth. Bliss fills your body and for one moment, you feel like you are
outside of your body.

The afterglow is short-lived. The gnomes keep fucking, coming and fucking
some more. There is no rest for your body.

How many gnomes are there? Your pussy feels stuffed with all the come
you have taken. Your throat is raw from the seed that you have swallowed.
Your tits are slick slippery messes from all the ejaculate on them.

The rain comes to a stop. You are barely aware of it as the gnomes keep
using you. Your lips are bruised from the hard thrusts. Your pussy aches
from the countless cocks. Your toes have a cramp in them.

A howl echoes through the night. The gnomes all stop in mid-thrust.

“Aw, hell,” a gnome says. “Alright, time to take this prize home.”

Home? What does that mean?

Rope cinches across your body. Stakes are pulled up but you are still held
down. It doesn’t matter. You don’t have the strength to escape anyway.

Your feet are bound together while your hands are tied behind your back. A
hundred gnome hands drag you across the mud.

Another howl goes out. Is that a fucking wolf? Or something worse?

The gnomes pick up your muddy come-soaked body. They hoist you on
their shoulders which is only about eight inches off the ground. Together
they carry you quickly.

You try to see where you are going. It is too dark to see but suddenly you
feel the sensation of going down. Dirt brushes against your face and tits. A
root snags your nipple.

This is what they meant by home. The gnomes are taking you under the
ground. They are taking you away from things that howl and people that
live in houses. They are taking you away from yards, cars and a world that
makes sense. They are taking you deep underground where they can use
you as they wish and you have the feeling that you will never see the world
above again.

Maybe you would have been better off being ravished inside a haunted
house rather than fucked forever underground by hung gnomes?

The gnomic end.

I prefer the large ones.

“I thought you might,” Erin says. She walks slowly around the room,
studying the shelves. “We’ll need to verify, so you might as well get ready.”

Strangely enough, you comply. There is something soothing about Erin.

You stand up and undo your robe. It drops from your body and you sit back
down on the cot. You lay back on the cot, taking advantage of the pillow to
rest your head.

Erin turns around with a dildo in her hand. It is a thick purple cock
complete with realistic veins and ridges. She sits down beside you on the
cot. The mischievous smile is even bigger.

“Spread your legs, Miss,” Erin asks.

You do as she says. The maid reaches down between your thighs and places
her hand on your sex. Her soft fingers rub you in a gentle manner.

“Oh yes,” you groan. She has very talented fingers.

“You should always be properly lubricated, Miss,” Erin says. “Just relax
and let me take care of you.”

You groan and spread your legs wider. Your hips rise to meet her fingers.
You grip the sides of the cot as she rubs harder.

“You, uh, do this often?” you ask.

Erin giggles. “I try, but sometimes the other maids beat me to it.”

The maid dips her head down. Her breath is on your pussy lips and then you
feel the soft press of her lips. A warm tongue dips inside you and take a
long lick.

“Oh shit!” you cry out.

Erin keeps licking. Soft and gentle, she explores your sex with her tongue.
Nice and slow, she licks every bit of your pussy. Steady and carefully, she
licks your pussy clean.

You cry out. No one has ever eaten you like this before. Her tongue is
nimble and knowing. It is the most skilled mouth that has ever been on your
pussy. You could eat pussy for a hundred years and never be as good as Erin
is right now.

All too soon, she lifts her head from your sex. She smiles as she wipes your
juices from her chin. There is a flush to her cheeks and it makes you proud
that it is from eating you.

“Mustn’t forget why we are here,” Erin says. “Are you properly
lubricated?”

“Yes,” you whisper.

She brings the purple cock to your sex. It is colder than you expected. The
thick head pushes your sex lips apart and then the rest of it begins to slide
in.

“Oh shit,” you groan. It is big, maybe too big. You may have made a
mistake.

Erin keeps pushing. The thick purple cock goes inside you and fills your
sex. More and more of it goes in and pushes you apart from the inside.

“Fuck!” you cry out and more of the cock goes inside you. It is huge. It is
massive. It is insanely big but somehow it is inside you.

“Shhh,” the maid says. “Relax, Miss.”

You try. Letting out a deep breath, you try to relax.

That is when Erin starts fucking you with the dildo. She pulls it halfway out
and then pushes it deep back in you. Her hand is moving slowly but the
thick cock impales you with every inch.

“Fuck!” you yell again. You half rise but Erin pushes you down again. She
is surprisingly strong.

The maid fucks you with the purple dildo. The giant girth moves in and out
of you. Your pussy struggles to hold it all.

Yet, you can’t deny that you are turned on. Your pussy clenches tightly
around it. Your nipples are hard and your fingers are gripping the edge of
the cot tightly.

The best part is Erin. The maid stares at you with an adoring smile. Every
bit of her is focused on you and your pleasure. If this is what it is like to
have a sexual servant, then you realize that you have been way too
judgmental about the inhabitants of this kinky house.

“I think it is the perfect size,” Erin says. “Just one more thing to do.”

“What’s that?” you gasp.

“Come,” Erin says.

She keeps fucking you with the dildo. The huge member threatens to split
you. You lose track of the rest of your body as your senses focus on the
monster between your legs. All that matters is your pussy and how it is
being completely and thoroughly filled.

You feel your orgasm approaching. It comes slowly, as slowly as Erin is

thrusting inside your sex. It gets closer, thrust by thrust by thrust by thrust .
..

“Scream my name,” Erin whispers.

“ERIN!” you cry when you finally climax. Pleasure explodes through your
body and the blast center is your sex. Your scream fills the tiny room and
makes the walls shake.

When you finally stop coming, the maid pulls the dildo from your pussy. It
is sopping wet. She takes a long lick of the dildo and moans.

You try to say something but your mouth won’t move. You try to sit up but
your body won’t respond. You can’t move any part of your body!

“Just relax, Miss,” Erin says. She leans over you and gives your paralyzed
lips a kiss. “Your lifeforce is inside the dildo now. Now it will vibrate and
wiggle and do all sorts of neat things. We don’t get many batteries out here
so we have to charge our vibrators with souls. They last a lot longer than
normal batteries plus it is so fun to charge them.”

You try to scream but nothing happens. Everything goes dark.

“There you go, already fading to nothing,” Erin says. “Don’t worry Miss, I
will always remember you. Especially when you are between my legs!”

The buzzing end.

I prefer the small ones.

“I thought you might,” Erin says. She walks slowly around the room,
studying the shelves. “We’ll need to verify, so you might as well get ready.”

Strangely enough, you comply. There is something soothing about Erin.

You stand up and undo your robe. It drops from your body and you sit back
down on the cot. You lay back on the cot, taking advantage of the pillow to
rest your head.

Erin turns around with a dildo in her hand. It is a small thin green dildo,
barely the size of her finger. She sits down beside you on the cot. The
mischievous smile is even bigger.

“Spread your legs, Miss,” Erin asks.

You do as she says. The maid reaches down between your thighs and places
her hand on your sex. Her soft fingers rub you in a gentle manner.

“Oh yes,” you groan. She has very talented fingers.

“You should always be properly lubricated, Miss,” Erin says. “Just relax
and let me take care of you.”

You groan and spread your legs wider. Your hips rise to meet her fingers.
You grip the sides of the cot as she rubs harder.

“You, uh, do this often?” you ask.

Erin giggles. “I try, but sometimes the other maids beat me to it.”

The maid dips her head down. Her breath is on your pussy lips and then you
feel the soft press of her lips. A warm tongue dips inside you and take a
long lick.

“Oh shit!” you cry out.

Erin keeps licking. Soft and gentle, she explores your sex with her tongue.
Nice and slow, she licks every bit of your pussy. Steady and carefully, she
licks your pussy clean.

You cry out. No one has ever eaten you like this before. Her tongue is
nimble and knowing. It is the most skilled mouth that has ever been on your
pussy. You could eat pussy for a hundred years and never be as good as Erin
is right now.

Erin moans into your pussy. The vibrations from her lips do wonderful
things to you. She moans as she licks and the dual sensations threaten to
make you come.

All too soon, she lifts her head from your sex. She smiles as she wipes your
juices from her chin. There is a flush to her cheeks and it makes you proud
that it is from eating you.

“Mustn’t forget why we are here,” Erin says. “Are you properly
lubricated?”

“Yes,” you whisper.

She brings the green dildo to your sex. It is colder than you expected. The
thin shape pushes past your sex lips and then the rest of it slides easily in.

“Oh shit,” you groan. It is small but just the way you like it.

Erin wiggles the dildo inside you. It is light and is like an extension of her
hand. Your pussy walls clench tightly around it as it slips and slides.

“Oh yes,” you moan gently. Your hips rise and fall with the dildo inside
you. That is when you notice that there is a weight inside the dildo, rolling
back and forth. The shift of weights feels great inside you.

“Shhh,” the maid says. “Relax, Miss.”

You nod. Spreading your legs wide, you adjust to the pleasant sensations
inside you.

That is when Erin starts fucking you with the dildo. She moves it quickly
inside you, pumping your sex with the dildo. Her hand shifts, guiding the
slender toy to explore various parts of your wet sex.

“Yes!” you moan softly. You half rise but Erin pushes you down again. She
is surprisingly strong.

The maid fucks you with the green dildo. The slender shape moves and
weaves inside you. It is impossible to sit still as your hips roll and try to
match the fucking you are taking.

You are so turned on. Your pussy clenches tightly around the slippery shape
inside it. Your nipples are hard and your fingers are gripping the edge of the
cot tightly.

The best part is Erin. The maid stares at you with an adoring smile. Every
bit of her is focused on you and your pleasure. If this is what it is like to
have a sexual servant, then you realize that you have been way too
judgmental about the inhabitants of this kinky house.

“I think it is the perfect size,” Erin says. “Just one more thing to do.”

“What’s that?” you gasp.

“Come,” Erin says.

She keeps fucking you with the dildo. The small toy almost dances inside
you. You lose track of the rest of your body as your senses focus on the joy
between your legs. All that matters is your pussy and how it is being
completely pleasured.

You feel your orgasm approaching. It comes fast, as fast as Erin is thrusting
inside your sex. It gets closer, thrust by thrust by thrust by thrust . . .
“Scream my name,” Erin whispers.

“ERIN!” you cry when you finally climax. Pleasure explodes through your
body and the blast center is your pussy. Your scream fills the tiny room and
makes the walls shake.

When you finally stop coming, the maid pulls the dildo from your pussy. It
is sopping wet. She takes a long lick of the dildo and moans.

You try to say something but your mouth won’t move. You try to sit up but
your body won’t respond. You can’t move any part of your body!

“Just relax, Miss,” Erin says. She leans over you and gives your paralyzed
lips a kiss. “Your lifeforce is inside the dildo now. Now it will vibrate and
wiggle and do all sorts of neat things. We don’t get many batteries out here
so we have to charge our vibrators with souls. They last a lot longer than
normal batteries plus it is so fun to charge them.”

You try to scream but nothing happens. For some reason, everything starts
getting dark.

“There you go, already fading to nothing,” Erin says. “Don’t worry Miss, I
will always remember you. Especially when you are between my legs!”

The buzzing end.

I think I will be going now.

“Uh, you seem nice and all, but I am not really into this,” you say. You
stand up and go for the door.

Erin doesn’t try to stop you. All she does is sigh.

You open the door and rush out right into the grip of someone’s hand
around your throat!

It is the butler. She holds you easily with one hand. She frowns at you. Her
skin is much darker than you remember and seems to absorb the light. On
the other hand, her short blonde hair is almost glowing. The butler uniform
is tight against her body and looks like it might be painted on.

“What were you doing, Erin?”

“I was just having a little fun,” Erin says behind you.

You try to say something but the butler tightens her grip and you struggle to
breathe.

“Don’t lie to me,” the butler says. There is a menace in her throat that sends
shivers down your back.

“I’m sorry, Mistress,” Erin says. The sound of her voice is coming from the
ground. Is she kneeling? “I got greedy and I wanted to use a dildo on her.”

The butler nods. “Report to the kitchen for punishment. And if I catch you
doing this again, I will be sending your worthless ass to the Hall of Asses.”

“Yes, Mistress!”

You hear the click of heels as Erin runs away.

The butler turns her attention to you. “And why didn’t you play with Erin?”
She releases your throat. You gasp and suck air into your chest before
answering. “I am not into kinky stuff like this! I don’t know you people and
all I want to do is get my car fixed and get out of here!”

The butler shakes her head. “How disappointing. Come.”

She walks down the hallway and around the corner. The butler stands by an
open door. Past the door is the night sky!

“Go, you don’t belong here,” the butler says.

You look down on your robe. “What about my clothes?”

“GO!” the butler snaps. You swear that her hair sparked!

You rush past her into the outside. It has stopped raining but the ground is
still muddy. You don’t stop running until you are a good deal away from the
house.

Wait, where is your car?

There is a howling sound. Is that a dog?

The howl is joined by other howls. It doesn’t sound like any dog that you
ever heard.

You walk into the darkness, looking for the road. There is nothing but grass
and bushes. The rain has stopped but the clouds are hiding the moon and
making it impossible to see.

There is more howling.

You turn to look back at the house but it isn’t there. How is that possible?
You walked a straight line and there are no trees. Where did it go?

The howling is closer. You hear growls. The wind shifts and you smell wet
fur.
A terrible feeling washes over you. Leaving the house was a mistake. You
are never getting back to your car.

Red eyes glare at you from the darkness. The eyes are too big to be wolves
but the growling is definitely canine. They snarl and they each have too
many teeth.

You understand now. It is better to get ravished forever inside a creepy

house than it is to face the jaws of these monsters.

The Gruesome End.

I’m reading The Secret Lovers of Delightia.

You pick the green book. In this creepy house, you want something fun.
You bring it over to one of the chairs and sit down. The lamp on the table
automatically comes on. It must have a motion sensor.

Opening the book, you read the first page.

Far away in a distant land, there is a place called Delightia. It is a magical

place full of wonder and pleasure. The sky is filled with clouds in the shape
of beautiful bodies. The rain is always warm enough to fuck in. The smell of
pussy is always on the wind.

A light breeze blows through the library. It is warm and feels nice although
it does have a musky smell.

You keep reading.

In the land of Delightia there lived a beautiful woman named Vara. Vara
lived in a small cabin in the middle of the woods. She inherited the cabin
from her aunt who passed away recently. Vara had just moved into the cabin
and was getting settled in.

“It is a beautiful cabin!” Vara said. “The roof has no holes and the floor is
sturdy. The bed is comfortable and the chairs are perfect for fucking! My
only problem is that I didn’t see any other people as I was coming in. I hope
I am not alone here!”

Vara decided to take a walk in the woods. It was warm outside so she
decided to wear nothing at all. She walked out into the woods as naked as
the day she was born.

The sun shone brightly on her beautiful body. Sunrays kissed her abundant
breasts. A forest breeze caressed her hard nipples. Trees waved their leaves
in appreciation of her bouncing buttocks.
A swooshing sound gets your attention. You pause and look around the
library. It sounded like someone was swinging something heavy like a wide
fan. Oh well, maybe it is coming from outside. You go back to reading.

As Vara was walking, a group of GeeGees ran up to her. A GeeGee is a

small ball of fur that runs on tiny legs. They have tiny little eyes and tiny
little teeth. They ran across the path and right over her bare feet.

Something fuzzy brushes your foot. You squeal and pull your feet up into
the chair. Does this place have mice? Shessh!

You go back to reading.

“Hello, GeeGees!” Vara said. “Can you point me to where other people
are! I don’t want to be alone in this forest!”

The GeeGees yipped. They jumped up and down and ran further down the
path. Vara followed them.

They came upon a small stream. In the stream were Tonguefish. They were
big fish with wide eyes and wider mouths. They had long tongues that were
constantly tasting the water and the air.

“Hello, Tonguefish!” Vara said. “Do you know where some people are? I
don’t want to be alone in the forest!”

The Tonguefish jumped in the air and came splashing down in the stream.
Vara giggled as the warm stream water splashed her naked body. The
jumping was the Tonguefish way of saying yes.

A drop of water lands on your shoulder where your robe was slightly open.
The water is warm and you jump from the sudden wet shock. Shit, does this
room have a leak? You are reluctant to move since the chair is so
comfortable but if it happens again, you plan to move.

The Tonguefish began to swim upstream. The GeeGees ran along the fish on
the shore. Vara decided to follow her new friends.
After walking a little way, they came to a small bend in the stream. At the
side of the stream was a Woodman! A Woodman is made of sticks and wood
and this Woodman was really woody! He was taller than Vara and his chest
was small enough that Vara could wrap two hands around it. He wasn’t
very thick at all except for the stick between his legs.

“Oh my!” Vara said. “What big wood you have!” It was true. The stick
between his legs was thick and long. It was bigger than Vara’s best lovers
and much longer. It was the kind of stick that made Vara’s sweet spot clench
to just look at it.

The Woodman nodded because he had no mouth. He waved in a friendly

way and the stick between his legs waved as well.”

“I thought I was going to be alone but I see that I have lots of friends!”
Vara said. “Will you be my friend, Woodman?”

The Woodman nodded. The GeeGees ran around Vara and the Woodman.
The Tonguefish lashed their long tails in the air in happy celebration.

“Can I touch your stick?” Vara said.

The Woodman nodded and Vara stepped forth to grab the stick between his
legs. It was warm and thick and as hard as oak in her hands!

The Woodman pointed at her chest. “Of course, you can touch me!” Vara
said.

He extended one thin wooden arm and his small pointy hand touched Vara’s
nipple.

Something hard presses against your nipple. You jump and brush it away
but your hand doesn’t touch anything. Despite that, something thin and hard
is squeezing your nipple!
You try to look down but your eyes won’t leave the page. You try to stop
reading but your eyes keep going. Despite your best efforts, you keep
reading.

The Woodman squeezed Vara’s plump nipple.

Unseen fingers tweak your hard nipple.

The Woodman wiggled Vara’s nipple.

Unseen fingers shake your nipple back and forth.

The Woodman pulled gently on her nipple.

Unseen fingers pull on your sensitive nipple.

“Mmm,” Vara said. “Would you like to touch more of me?”

You reach the end of the page. The invisible fingers go away. You regain
control of your eyes. Your hand goes to your breast. There is nothing there.

Fuck, shit, this is weird! The furry thing running across your feet, the
musky wind and the little drop you felt were all from the book! Somehow,
you are feeling everything that Vara is feeling!

Worse, once you start reading, you can’t stop until it is time to turn the
page. If something happens that you don’t like, you’ll have to bear and take
it until the next page.

Maybe you should put this book away now. This is far beyond what you
were expecting!

Then again, the Woodman did seem friendly and Vara did like what she saw
of the stick between his legs . . .
What shall you do with The Secret Lovers of Delightia?

I keep reading.

I stop and put the book away.

I’m reading Captured by the Midnight Raiders.

You pick the dark book with the studs. In this creepy house, you want
something a little scary. You bring it over to one of the chairs and sit down.
The lamp on the table automatically comes on. It must have a motion
sensor.

Opening the book, you read the first page.

Yolanda was lost. It didn’t make any sense. She had stepped away from the
campground for only a minute to use the bathroom. Just moments ago, she
had seen the outline of her friend’s camper but now all that she could see
were trees. How could she have gotten lost so quickly?

It was the dark. Night in the forest was much tenebrous than night in the
city. The moon barely a crescent in the sky and the light it gave was nominal
at best.

Yolanda sighed. She wasn’t used to the woods. Her sorority sisters had
dragged her out for a camping trip and she went along because of the
promise of beer and weed. Now she was lost, afraid and worse of all, sober.

A grim wind blew through the trees. It went straight through Yolanda’s t-
shirt and jeans. Her nipples hardened in response.

A light breeze blows through the library. It is cold and makes you shiver.
Does this place have a draft?

You keep reading.

Yolanda called out into the forbidding woods. “Ladies! I’m lost! Cheryl?
Pam?”

Her voice echoed through the woods. No one answered back.

“Fuck,” Yolanda swore. Maybe the girls couldn’t hear her over their
partying.

She took a guess and started to walk in that direction. Tree branches
snagged at her clothes. A spider web brushed her face. An owl hooted
nearby.

WHO!

You nearly jump out of your seat. An owl just called out! You laugh at your
nervousness. The owl must be in a tree next to the library. What a
coincidence!

You keep reading.

There was a snapping sound. Yolanda froze in her tracks. It sounded like it
came from behind her. She turned and looked but all she saw was darkness.
“Hello?” she called out. “Is someone there?”

There was no answer.

“Very funny, ladies,” Yolanda said. “Is this some sort of a prank? Get the
newbie girl lost in the woods and then scare her?”

There was no response.

Yolanda didn’t know what to do. She was lost and didn’t want to get further
lost. On the other hand, her Sorority sisters might be fucking with her.

She leaned against a tree and crossed her arms. “I’m not playing anymore
so you might as well come out and show me back to camp.”

There was another snap. This time Yolanda turned towards the noise and
walked towards it.

A shape became clearer in the darkness. It was big. The moon revealed
broad shoulders and long hair. The face was obscured in shadow and hard
to see.

Yolanda sighed with relief. It was a man! Maybe he could help her out.

“Hey, I’m lost out here. Can you lead me back to my friends?”

The man came closer. The wind shifted and a wet smell came to Yolanda. It
smelled like metal and ozone

“My name is Yolanda,” she said. “What’s yours?”

The man stepped into the light. A metal mask covered his face. It was
smooth except for a grill for a mouth. Dark metal covered his shoulders,
elbows and knees. A bare cock swung between his legs. He raised his hands
to show metal gloves covered in spikes.

“Oh shit,” Yolanda said. He was dressed like some sort of psycho.

The man lunged at her. He grabbed a handful of her shirt and ripped it from
her body. The move was lightning quick and happened before Yolanda could
react.

“Run,” the man said. His voice sounded cold and metallic.

There is a ripping sound from your shoulder. You try to turn your head but
your eyes won’t leave the page. A piece of the robe flies off your shoulder
and flutters to the ground in front of you!

What the fuck is going on? Despite your fear, your eyes keep reading the
page.

Yolanda screamed. She turned around and ran in the opposite direction.

Tree branches whipped at Yolanda’s body. Thorns snagged at her clothes. It

was as if the forest was trying to grab her.
Something scratches your cheek. Something else scratches your forehead.
Your robe is pulled and tugged by unseen hands. As much as you want to
get up and drop the book, you can’t. Some strange compulsion forces you to
keep reading.

Yolanda ran out of breath. She stopped and looked to see if he was
following her. The inky darkness stretched before her and she could see
nothing.

“Got you,” the metal voice said behind her.

Before Yolanda could scream, he grabbed her by the hair. He pulled her
back and she hit the ground. Stars appeared in front of her eyes but when
they cleared, she saw the metal mask looking down on her.

The eyes were glowing now. Twin beams of orange light emerged from the
eyes and ran over her face like some sort of scan. The beams vanished and
but the orange lights remained.

Something grabs your hair and yanks you back. The chair tips over
backwards with you in it. Your head bounces off the back of the chair hard.
Despite this, you hold onto the book and keep reading.

“I claim you by the right of the Midnight Raid,” the man snarled. “You are
my prize.”

Yolanda was stunned. Who was this man? Was he a man at all? What was a
Midnight Raid? What did he intend to do with her?

The man growled and climbed on top of her. Something thick brushed her
thigh. It was his cock! Good grief, it was big!

You feel it brush your thigh as well. Thick and bulbous, it glides along your
thigh and terrifies you with its length.

You reach the end of the page. The invisible fingers go away. You regain
control of your eyes. Your hand goes to your breast. There is nothing there.
Fuck, shit! This is weird! You remember the hoot of the owl, and that
strange breeze from before! Somehow, you are feeling everything that
Yolanda is feeling!

Worse, once you start reading, you can’t stop until it is time to turn the
page. If something happens that you don’t like, you’ll have to bear and take
it until the next page. Considering how rough this story has been so far, you
have no doubt that what happens next will be brutal and direct.

Maybe you should put this book away now. This is far beyond what you
were expecting!
What will you do with Captured by the Midnight Raiders?

I keep reading.

I put this fucking book back where I found it.

I’m putting these books back without reading them.

Neither of them appeals to you or maybe you just don’t feel comfortable
reading other people’s porn. For whatever reason, you slide the books back
where you found them.

“Very good,” a voice says behind you.

You turn around to see an old man sitting in one of the chairs. His white
hair is wild and points upwards above his ears. Bright eyes leer at your
body while he licks his thin lips. A white goatee surrounds his mouth. He
wears a faded gray suit on his frail looking body.

The way he stares at you makes you uncomfortable. You realize that you
are standing near the fireplace and it is illuminating your naked body
through your sheer robe. You cross your hands over your chest and try to
hide your breast.

“I didn’t see you there,” you say. “Who are you?”

“My name is Len,” he says. “I am the Librarian and in here, my word is

law. I thank you for putting those books back. No one reads anything in
here without my permission.”

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t know,” you say. “Can you point me to a phone? My car
broke down and I was hoping to call a garage. The butler made me change
into this robe but I hadn’t seen her in a while.”

Len shakes his head. “I care nothing for the outside world. These books are
the only thing I need. Would you like me to read you a story? I have a good
one that I think you would like. It is a story of magic with some unsettling
sex.”

There is an eagerness in his eyes that is unsettling. He really wants you to

say yes and he can barely contain his excitement. You have no doubt the
story he wants to read to you is filthy and he will probably get off on
reading it to a stranger. His need is so great that you are tempted to agree
just out of sympathy.

Then again, this isn’t what you came to this house for. Sitting around and
listening to a dirty old man telling dirty stories isn’t going to get your car
fixed. Maybe you should be polite, make an excuse and keep looking for a
phone.
Will you listen to Len tell you a story?

Sure, the story might even be good.

No thank you, he’s going to have to find someone else to read to.
I keep reading.

The story is kind of weak and the characters are paper thin but you like
what it is doing to your body. You are not going to stop now.

You turn the page and keep reading.

The Woodman nodded and reached for Vara’s hips. Tiny hands grabbed her
waist and hoisted her into the air.

“Fuck, shit!” you cry as small unseen hands lift you from the chair. You
hold onto the book as you float in the air.

Vara giggled as the strong Woodman held her up in front of his round face.
He had no mouth but that didn’t stop him from rubbing his wooden face into
her furry sex.

Something round and textured rolls across your pussy lips. It is like
someone took a rolling pin and is moving it back and forth from thigh to
thigh. There are bumps and ridges and it is starting to feel nice.

“Oh my!” Vara cried. “Is that your nose”

The rolling sensation stops something thin and pointy pushes into your sex.
It is small, like a finger. It slips inside you and you clench around it.

“Can you smell me?” Vara asks.

The Woodman nods.

You feel the small slender rod nod inside you with the Woodman’s head.

Vara gripped the head of the Woodman. His nose felt nice inside her. It was
too small to get off on but she tried anyway. Her hips rocked back and forth
as she humped the Woodman’s face.
Your hips move with Vara’s. Suspended in the air, you hump an unseen face
with an unseen wooden nose inside you. The thin nose rocks inside you,
teasing you with its narrow girth.

When the Woodman could take no more, he lowered Vara to the ground. He
laid her out on the grass beside the stream. The grass was soft and her body
sunk into it like a hand pressing on a breast.

Your body floats to the ground. You land on the rug and it is just as soft as
the grass in the story.

The Woodman held his thick stick in his tiny hand. He gently brought it
down on top of Vara’s delicate flower lips. He tapped his thick stick, once,
twice, three times on her soft mound.

Something thick and hard taps your pussy. It taps again and your thighs part
in invitation. It taps a third time and your hips rise to meet it.

“Fuck me,” Vara said. “Take me as your new neighbor and friend!”

The Woodman nodded and he placed the tip of his stick at her wet garden.

You feel something thick and hard press against your pussy lips.

He rubbed it up and down, coating his stick in the juices from her flower.

The unseen tip moves along the lips of your pussy. It is a slow teasing
motion.

When the Woodman’s tip was slick and shiny, he pushed in. Solid wood
entered Vara and filled her tight valley. He kept pushing and pushing until
his stick was buried inside her.

The unseen force enters you. It is thicker than you imagined. It slides in
slowly, filling you like it was made for your pussy. Just when you think that
you can take no more, it stops.
“Oh wow,” Vara moaned. “Fuck me, my new forest friend!”

And the Woodman did.

The thickness rocks inside you. You cry out as slow thrusts fill you up. Your
thighs rise and wrap around something thin and invisible.

The Woodman fucked Vara. He fucked her slow. He fucked her gently. He
fucked her as carefully as a root digs through fertile soil.

You cry out again. The unseen wood makes your body quiver. It moves
slowly inside you with gentle thrusts that leave you wanting more.

“Roll over,” Vara said. Working together, Vara and the Woodman rolled
together, keeping his stick inside her secret garden, until he was on his back
and she was on top of him.

You are ready for the change of movement. Your body rolls on the rug with
the unseen thickness deep inside you. You hold onto the book as you sit on
top of an unseen log, his thickness thrusting up into you.

Vara braced herself and rode the Woodman’s cock. Up and down she went,
like a woodpecker pecking a hole.

You rise and fall on the invisible girth inside you. It goes deeper inside you
and your wet sex clenches tighter. No one has ever been this deep inside
you and you doubt anyone ever could again.

The Woodman reached up and grabbed her bouncing breasts. Tiny hands
held onto her nipples. He tugged gently on them, letting her know that he
was there as she rode him.

You feel his hands. The fingers pull but they don’t pinch. Your rise and fall
on his immense girth as he gives your nipples little love tugs.

The Woodman came. He shot thick sap deep in Vara’s pussy.

Thick warm liquid fills your sex. You shudder at the sensation but you are
also disappointed that he came already. You were so close!”

“Ahh,” Vara whined. “I am so close!”

That is when Vara noticed that the Woodman’s stick was still hard! “Silly
me!” Vara said. “I should have known a Woodman wouldn’t go soft!”

Vara bounced harder on the Woodman’s stick, secure in the knowledge that
she could ride it forever.

Up and down your body goes, faster and faster. You laugh along with Vara,
happy to know that the Woodman was going to last. You grind and hump
against his everlasting wood.

It doesn’t take long. You climax on top of the hard girth. You cry out as tiny
hands pull on your nipples. You want to clench your eyes shut but they stay
open to keep reading.

You reach the end of the page. Your body settles onto the carpet. The thick
girth inside you is suddenly gone.

Holy shit, that felt good. You relax on the rug. Your sex feels empty without
the unseen Woodman inside you.

There are still more pages. It is a rather thick book. Should you keep
reading?
Do you want to read more?

Hell, yeah. This is a real page turner!

No thank you. I’ve had my fill for now.

I stop and put the book away.

Okay, that is enough of that. You don’t know how or what was touching
you, but you know it is related to this book. Good grief, you better stop now
before the Woodman gives you splinters.

You get up and take the book with you. The book goes back onto the shelf
right where you found it. With any luck, no one will even know that you
looked at it.

“What are you doing?” a voice demands.

You spin around and see a man sitting in the other chair. He is an older man
with white hair that is groomed strangely. The hair has a peak on either side
of his head that reminds you of horns. He has a white goatee that surrounds
a disapproving mouth. A gray suit hangs on his frail looking body.

He stares at you for a moment. You look down and remember how sheer
your robe is. Your arms cross and try to hide your breasts. As for your sex,
well, you are going to have to trust that he won’t blatantly look.

The old man looks at your crotch for a few seconds before looking up at
your face.

“I said, what are you doing?” the man demands.

“I was putting the book back,” you say. “I was waiting for the butler and I
got bored. Who are you?”

The man stands up. He is quite tall if lanky. “I am Len, the Librarian and
these books are my charge. I make the rules when it comes to these books
and my word is law. You had no right to read any of them without asking!”

Wow, he seems really upset. “Hey, I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”

Len frowns. He comes closer and a musty smell washes over you. It smells
like hot paper.

“I only read a little bit,” you said. “I am really sorry and I put it right back.
See?”

You turn around and point to the spot on the shelf. When you turn around,
you notice Len is staring at your ass through the robe.

Len strokes his goatee. “Well, you barely read any of it so I think a light
punishment is in order. Pull up your robe and bend over the side of the chair
that you were sitting in. I think a light spanking will be adequate
punishment.”

“Excuse me?” you say. “A light spanking? I am not one of the people that
live here. My car broke down and I was hoping to use the phone. I don’t
play these kinds of games, at least not with strangers.

“Game?” Len snaps. “This is no game, girl. You broke the sanctity of this
library by reading a book without permission. I am being very generous
with a small punishment. Now bend over before I get really cross with
you.”

He seems perfectly serious. Part of you does feel a little guilty. You were
supposed to wait in the foyer but you went poking around and read
something that you shouldn’t. Maybe these books are valuable. They
certainly are to him.

Then again, he wants you to bend over like you are a character in a dirty
book. A spanking? With what, his own hands? Maybe he is just a dirty old
man and he is making all of this up as an excuse to get his hands on your
bottom?
Will you do as Len asks?

Yes, I will bend over and take whatever punishment he gives out.

No, I am out the door and away from this crazy old man.
I keep reading.

This is not what you were expecting; its better!

You roll off the fallen chair and sit on the floor. Remembering where you
left off, you change your position and lie on your back. You don’t want to
get thrown back to the ground again. Holding the book above you, you turn
the page and keep reading.

“Stop!”” Yolanda cried! “I’ll scream!”

“You should,” the metal voice said.

He raised his gloved hand up high and slashed downward with it.
Moonlight reflected off the sharp metal. The glove slashed through the front
of her shirt, shredding the bra underneath.

The front of your robe rips. You feel the sharp points graze your breasts.

Yolanda screamed. Her cries echoed through the uncaring forest.

The man reached down and pulled her shirt and bra from her body. The
moon shined down on her bare chest. The orange eyes flashed and once
more twin beams came out to sweep over her heaving breasts.

“What is that?” Yolanda said.

“I am documenting my prize,” the man said.

The beams faded away. The man grabbed one of Yolanda’s tits and cupped
it with his metal hand. The cold metal sent shivers through Yolanda.

You feel the metal hand. It is large and cold. You shiver and keep reading.

The metal glove emitted an electric shock. Yolanda screamed as her breast
was encased in electric fire. She kept screaming as the jolt continued.
“Oh shit-“ you mutter before electricity shocks your breast. Every part of
your body shakes uncontrollably. You let out a terrifying scream. Your body
shakes but you keep the book in place for your eyes to read.

The shock ended. Yolanda gasped and shuddered. Dimly, she was aware of
the man slashing at the rest of her clothes. She felt the claws and she felt the
clothes being removed but she was too stunned to resist.

You know how she feels. The shock ends for you but you still twitch
uncontrollably. Sharpness nicks your body and piece of the robe go flying.
In a few moments, you are naked.

The man reached between Yolanda’s legs. She shook her head and tried to
stop him. He was too strong for her and his gloved hand pressed down
against her cunt.

“Fuck, shit!” you yell. Something hard and cold presses against your pussy.
Are you going to get electrocuted again? Terror grips you and you want
nothing more than to throw this book towards the fire but your arms refuse
to move.

“Please, no!” Yolanda begged.

The glove made a sound. Yolanda almost screamed before she realized that
what came from the glove wasn’t electricity, but powerful vibrations!

“Ohh!” you cry out. Vibrations press down on your pussy. Your legs clench
around something that isn’t there. The vibrations are almost too strong but
you are just grateful that it isn’t something worse.

The man laughed; a mocking metal sound from his mask. He ground his
glove against her cunt. Orange eyes studied Yolanda’s moaning face.

She didn’t care. She grabbed handfuls of grass as the glove pleasured her
needy cunt. Her hips rose to meet the vibrations, grinding back just as hard
as the glove was.
Your own hips are rising and falling too. Is it because of the story or
because of the wonderful vibrations that are on your sex? It is hard to think
with something so powerful buzzing between your legs.

The glove beeped. The man pulled his hand away and Yolanda whined in
frustration. Her whine was cut off as the metal glove, no longer buzzing,
went to her throat. Metal fingers squeezed painfully tight.

An unseen hand grips your throat. You gurgle out a cry. It is too tight. You
want to stop it with your hands but they stay on the book as you keep
reading.

The man kicked apart Yolanda’s legs. His long cock pressed down against
the lips of her cunt. With a savage thrust, he was inside her.

Something enters you. You try to cry out but the tightness around your
throat won’t let you. The unseen force pushes deep inside your sex and nails
you to the floor.

The man began to fuck Yolanda. Short, sharp thrusts impaled her. He kept
his hand around her throat and she struggled for air. Glowing orange eyes
studied her face as she moaned and gasped.

The invisible cock fucks you. Your breasts quake from the force of the
thrusts. The tightness stays on your throat and every breath you take is an
effort.

Screams sounded out from the forest. It sounded close. The screams
continued and Yolanda thought she recognized some of the voices. It was
her sorority sisters! They must be being attacked too!

The man didn’t care about the screams. His hips were a machine as he kept
fucking her cunt. If anything, his thrusts came faster and harder while his
grip around her throat grew stronger.
Stars explode before your eyes. There is a numbness in your tongue. Your
lips are tingling.

The fucking continues. The sound of your wet sex getting fucked drowns
out the crackling of the fireplace.

Suddenly, the man pulled out of Yolanda and released her throat.

You gasp for air as your throat is let go. You cough and want to roll over but
you are still pinned to the ground.

As Yolanda gasped for air, the man stood up. He grabbed her by the hair
and pulled her to a sitting position. His cock slapped the side of Yolanda’s
face. As she was still choking for air, he thrust his slick cock into her mouth.

You are ready for it but it still hurts when something grabs your hair and
pulls. You sit up, still holding the cursed book in front of you. Something
thick and wet slaps your face and then pushes into your open lips. You taste
yourself as an invisible cock invades your mouth.

The man held Yolanda’s head with both hands. He thrust into her face, his
smooth balls bouncing off her chin. The long cock choked her but the man
didn’t care.

Neither did Yolanda. She took the brutal assault to her mouth and reached
between her legs. Her fingers were a poor substitute for the long cock that
was fucking her cunt but it was better than nothing. As the man used her
mouth, she used herself.

Strange fingers stroke your sex. They pull and tug on your pussy lips. Long
fingers slip inside and stroke deeply. Fingertips find your clitoris and rub
gently.

Your mouth is held open by an invisible cock. Unseen balls bounce off your
chin. Your lips are bruised by rough fucking.
Yolanda heard more screams. She also heard moans. Her sorority sisters
were being taken by other strange men.

The man grunted. He froze but his cock kept throbbing. It spurted hot seed
at the back of her throat. She choked but he kept her head pinned to his
crotch. Seed filled her mouth and spilled from her lips. It tasted like salty
cream.

You choke as well. Hot seed fills your mouth and falls from your gaping
mouth. It lands on your tits and splatters.

Yolanda moaned. As she struggled to swallow, her cunt clenched tightly

around her fingers. She climaxed as the man continued to fill her mouth.

You come hard and choke on the cock in your mouth. Pleasure radiates
from your pussy. Your eyes want to clench shut but they stay open to keep
reading.

The man pulled out of Yolanda’s face. He let out a terrible howl with that
odd metal voice.

The howl was answered by other howls.

He released Yolanda’s hair. She fell back to the forest ground. Was it over?

You reach the end of the page. The book falls from your hands as
exhaustion sweeps over you. It lands on your chest and you wince. One of
the studs stabs your tit and draws blood. You pick it up and set it down
beside you on the rug.

“Fuck, shit,” you moan. That was intense. You roll over onto your side.
Your jaw aches. Your pussy is drenched. Your scalp hurts from all the hair
pulling. You just want to roll over and take a nap.

The book sits on the rug. The story wasn’t over. There were more pages.
You laugh and then wince from your laugh. Could you take any more of
that story?
Do you keep reading Captured by the Midnight Raiders?

Sure, I love forest assaults by masked men!

Are you shitting me? I get the fuck away from this book and this library.
I put this fucking book back where I found it.

Okay, that is enough of this shit. You don’t know how or what was touching
you, but you know it is related to this book. Fuck, you better put this book
away before you find out how far the twisted writer was willing to go.

You pick yourself off the floor and take the book with you. The book goes
back onto the shelf right where you found it. With any luck, no one will
even know that you looked at it.

“What are you doing?” a voice demands.

You spin around and see a man sitting in the other chair. He is an older man
with white hair that is groomed strangely. The hair has a peak on either side
of his head that reminds you of horns. He has a white goatee that surrounds
a disapproving mouth. A gray suit hangs on his frail looking body.

He stares at you for a moment. You look down and remember how sheer
your robe is. The tear in your robe doesn’t help as it completely exposes
your shoulder and the top of your tit. Your arms cross and try to hide your
breasts. As for your sex, well you are going to have to trust that he won’t
blatantly look.

The old man looks at your crotch for a few seconds before looking up at
your face.

“I said, what are you doing?” the man demands.

“I was putting the book back,” you say. “I was waiting for the butler and I
got bored. Who are you?”

The man stands up. He is quite tall if lanky. “I am Len, the Librarian and
these books are my charge. I make the rules when it comes to these books
and my word is law. You had no right to read any of them without asking!”

Wow, he seems really upset. “Hey, I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”

Len frowns. He comes closer and a musty smell washes over you. It smells
like hot paper.

“I only read a little bit,” you said. “It was too scary for me and I put it right
back. See?”

You turn around and point to the spot on the shelf. When you turn around,
you notice Len was staring at your ass through the robe.

Len strokes his goatee. “Well, you barely read any of it so I think a light
punishment is in order. Worship my shoes with your mouth and I will
consider your fine paid.”

“Excuse me?” you say. “You want me to do what with my mouth? I am not
one of the people that live here. My car broke down and I was hoping to use
the phone. I don’t play these kinds of games, at least not with strangers.

“Game?” Len snaps. “This is no game, girl. You broke the sanctity of this
library by reading a book without permission. I am being very generous
with a small punishment. Now get on your hands and knees and lick my
shoes clean!”

He seems perfectly serious. Part of you does feel a little guilty. You were
supposed to wait in the foyer but you went poking around and read
something that you shouldn’t. Maybe these books are valuable. They
certainly are to him.

Then again, he wants you on the ground licking his shoes. Who does he
think he is? Maybe he is just a dirty old man and he is making all of this up
as an excuse to get his rocks off.
Will you accept the terms of his fine?

Sure, I’ll clean his shoes with my mouth.

Fuck this guy and fuck his shoes. I am out of here.

Sure, the story might even be good.

“Okay, just one story,” you say, trying to set limits ahead of time.

“Yes, just one,” Len says. He reaches around the side of the chair and pulls
out a hardcover book. It has a lurid cover with the picture of a naked brown
woman with wings. He opens the book, scans the table of contents and then
quickly flips to a page.

You go to sit in the other chair but Len raises his hand. “No, no. Sit over
here, by my feet.”

Is he serious? He looks serious. Fine, it is your fault for agreeing to this.

You walk over to him and sit down beside his feet. The floor is surprisingly
comfortable.

Len looks down at you with his bright eyes and leering smile. You pull your
robe tighter around your body, wishing that it was less transparent.

“This story is called ‘Monster in my Bed’. Let us begin.”

Valerie Vrice waited in her bed. The wind howled outside. Thunder cracked
in the distance. A cold draft came down the fireplace and the fire almost
went out. It was a frightening night indeed.

She was waiting for the monster. He was downstairs in the library now. He
was reading books of ancient lore that escaped the Church’s fires centuries
ago. The monster was obsessed with several tomes wrapped in purple
leather and written with ink made from disgusting body functions. The
monster would read until midnight and then he would come for her.

The monster was her husband, Theo Vrice.

Len’s reading voice surprises you. It isn’t the dull monotone that some
readers lapse into. His voice is exciting and draws you into the story. He
must do this a lot.
Valerie sighed and pulled the sheets tighter around her. Theo hadn’t always
been a monster. It was this cursed house. He inherited this mansion from an
uncle that he barely had any contact with. They had come to look at the
mansion before they sold it. It was supposed to just be a weekend visit.

The first night sealed their fate. Theo had discovered the secret door in the
dining hall that led to a library. The library was huge. It had shelves that
reached up to the ceiling and was crammed with books. Theo was delighted
to discover such an unexpected find. He insisted on staying and cataloging
them all himself. He had become obsessed.

Valerie loved books but these volumes of decadent knowledge were

repellent. There were wood engravings of people doing disgusting things
with all sorts of plants, wine bottles and each other. There were complex
books detailing sinful revelations about the fornications of angels behind
heavenly gates. Sometimes, Valerie was sure that the books were whispering
things to her; dirty shameful things. It made her tremble to hear such
things.

You glance at the books on the shelves. They remind you of the books in
the story although they haven’t started whispering to you. Yet.

There was a creak outside the bedroom door. Valerie waited but the door
didn’t open. It wasn’t her husband; it was just the noises of the house.

Valerie shivered despite the heat of the fireplace. She remembered the first
night that Theo had come to bed a changed man. He had been reading all
day; skipping meals and ignoring his shaving. Theo finally come to bed at
midnight and was in such an amorous mood that Valerie consented to his
touches.

What touches they were! He always liked to grab her breasts but now he
squeezed and fondled her in such a way that her nipples became as hard as
stones. He kissed her neck at a special spot that would cause her to swoon
but then he would bite down hard with a relentless cruelty. Instead of just
slipping his manhood into her lady parts, he took the tip of his manhood
and rubbed it against her until she was almost begging him to enter her.

Something brushes your nipples. It is the strange fabric of the robe. Even
sitting still, the fabric seems to shift and pull like Theo’s hands in the story.
In fact, you can feel the robe pulling along your neck as if you were being
kissed.

You shift in your place by Len’s feet and try to rearrange the robe. Odd, the
sensation is still happening.

Whoa! Something presses against your sex! Your hands clamp over your
crotch but nothing is there! At least, you don’t feel anything with your
hands but your pussy feels the rubbing of someone’s cock on your lips!

“Fuck, shit!” you cry and you jump up.

Len looks up from the story. His eyebrow is lifted in innocent curiosity but
the corners of his mouth are fighting to hold back a laugh.

“Is there a problem?” he asks.

The sensation is gone. You pat your crotch as politely as one can in front of
a stranger. There is still nothing.

“I thought I felt something,” you say.

“Fiction has that effect on people,” Len says. “A delightful story can make
one feel as if they are really there. Come, sit back down and I will keep
reading.”

There is that eagerness again. You don’t know how but he was responsible
for what you experienced. If you sit back down, you have no doubt that
there will be more of the same.

Then again, do you really want to be at the mercy of a dirty story? Writers
can be sadistic jerks and this story is already starting with a woman scared
in bed. Maybe you should make an excuse and get out of here.
Do you sit back down at the Librarian’s feet?

Yes, I need to know what happens next.

No, this shit might get scary.

No thank you, he’s going to have to find someone else to read to.

“I’m sorry,” you say. “Maybe some other time. I really should be getting
back to where the butler told me to wait.”

Len shakes his head and sighs. His lips sink into a frown. He looks more
annoyed than disappointed.

That is your cue to leave. You start walking towards the doorway.

“STOP” Len says in a strange voice. It is deep and chills you down to your
bones.

You stop in your tracks. Your foot hovers an inch from the floor. You try to
force your foot down but nothing happens.

“COME HERE,” he says, pointing to floor in front of the fireplace.

Your body turns around. Step by step, you walk over to your assigned spot
despite your best efforts. Your traitor body turns around and faces him.

Len smiles. “You don’t listen well, do you? I said that in here, my word is
law and it is true. It is the power granted to me in payment for tending this
library.”

You try to speak but your mouth refuses to move

“I was being very generous with my offer of a story,” Len says. “Turning
me down was very rude. Rudeness must be punished.”

You try to say that you are sorry but your tongue mouth won’t move.

“Now let us see what we have to work with,” Len says. “STRIP,” he
commands in his special tone.
You undo the belt on your robe. Slowly, you pull the robe apart to show off
your body. Your hips shift from side to side as you pull the robe from your
shoulders. The robe slides down your back to settle in a puddle on the floor.

“Very stimulating,” Len says. He leers at your body, his eyes slowly
scanning up and down. The fireplace crackles behind you, casting shadows
of your naked body before you.

“Let’s play a little game,” Len says. “I’ll let you participate in your
punishment because I am becoming generous in my old age. Do you want
the word that starts with S or the word that starts with L?”
“PICK!” the Librarian commands in his strange voice.

Pick S.

Pick L.
Hell, yeah. This is a real page turner!

Things are getting good. You can’t stop now. Turning the page, you keep
reading.

“As Vara cried out her orgasm, the GeeGees jumped up and down. The
Tounguefish splashed in the stream. The Woodman let go of Vara’s mounds
and pointed at the other creatures.

“Oh, do they want to play too?” Vara asked.

The Woodman nodded.

“Alright!” Vara said. She climbed off Woodman’s big stick. The Woodman
sat up and directed her to near the stream.

“Like this?” Vara asked as she got on all fours.

You are ready for the position change. Your body gets up on your hands and
knees with the book on the rug before you. You can feel the soft grass under
you. A cool wind blows across your breasts.

The Woodman moved behind Vara. He pushed down on her head so that she
was close to the stream.

Something powerful forces your head down. Your ass is pointed high in the
air as your breasts dip into invisible water.

The Tounguefish swam closer to the shore. They opened their big mouths
and their giant tongues whipped out to lick Vara’s floating breasts.

You feel the tongues. They are impossibly long and take long licks of your
hanging tits. They are wet and surprisingly nimble. There are at least four of
the tongues and some of them are a foot long!
The GeeGees swarmed around Vara’s bent over body. They rubbed their
furry bodies onto her hands and legs. They purred as they rubbed and their
vibrations felt great.

Fur rubs against your hands. It is soft and feels nice. More fur rubs against
your calves and feet. The purring is as strong as a pocket vibrator. About a
dozen of them rub against you with their wonderful vibrations.

The Woodman couldn’t wait any longer. He took his big stick and returned it
to Vara’s special garden. It was already slick with her juices and his sap so
it slipped easily right back in.

“Oh fuck!” you cry out as the unseen thickness enters you once more. It
was only gone a few moments but it was too long. It slips inside you and
fills you.

The Tonguefish kept licking. The more they licked, the bolder they got.

Something licks the side of your neck. A tongue flicks your earlobe.
Something takes a long lick of your lips.

The GeeGees started to climb over Vara’s body, rubbing their furry bodies
all over her.

Tiny feet grip your skin. You feel vibrating fuzzy balls climb your arms and
legs. Some gather on your back and apply wonderful vibrations to your
spine. Other settle on your buttocks, adding furry vibrations to your ass.

The Woodman fucked Vara. He was gentle and slow but his stick was
always hard.

Damn right it is hard. The thickness slides in and out of your sex. It is a
gentle thrust that is almost soothing if it wasn’t for the fact that it is fucking
you completely.

“Some of the Tonguefish decided to really get friendly. Their tongues lashed
out and took loving licks of the sweet nectar of Vara’s garden.
A long tongue takes a lick of the side of your pussy lips. Another tongue
licks your pussy and then another. While this is happening, the thick force
inside you keeps thrusting in and out of your sex.

“Oh shit,” you groan. Your pussy clenches hard around the girth inside you.
Your hips move back towards the invisible cock but also towards the
flickering tongues.

One of the GeeGees wanted to help. He climbed between Vara’s shifting

buttocks and wedged himself into her asshole. There he buzzed as hard as
he could.

“Oh hell,” you say as you read that. Sure enough, something furry and
vibrating moves to your asshole. It is tiny but you still cry out as it pushes
slowly in. Your asshole slowly expands to take the unseen furry animal.

Vara’s new friends all worked together. The GeeGees kept buzzing and
climbing. The Tonguefish kept licking. The Woodman kept thrusting. They
all wanted their new friend to feel very welcome.

You groan as multiple sensations overwhelm you. Furry vibrates all over
your body. Licking tongues worship your tits and pussy. Something small
but buzzing is in your asshole. The unseen thickness fucks you gently as
you writhe and moan.

Vara enjoyed it all. It took her no time to come again.

You cry out as you orgasm.

And then she came again as a tongue hit her tiny little button.

A tongue licks your clitoris and you climax again.

The Woodman came as well, and when his thick sap filled her garden, Vara
climaxed again.
“Fuck, shit!” you cry as you come a third time.

With the third orgasm, the special magic of the forest took hold. The forest
knew that Vara was someone special and that she belonged in the forest
forever.

“Wait, what?” you say as you read the words.

The magic went to work. Vara felt most of her body get smaller but her love
pillows got bigger.

The room begins to grow. No, you are shrinking! Your arms and legs grow
smaller but your tits inflate. They get bigger until they hit the ground.

You keep reading.

Vara’s arms and legs disappeared. Her face shrunk into a little ball. As her
limbs went away, she found herself balancing on her breasts. They grew
stronger so that she could walk on them

It was a miracle! Vara had turned into a Breastie! Now she could bounce
around with her new friends forever and ever!

You reached the end of the page. Tearing your eyes from the book, you try
to scream. A tiny little whistle comes out.

“Oh dear,” a voice says. There is a man in the library. He is an older man
with wild white hair that is pulled upwards. A white goatee frames a
smirking mouth. He is wearing a faded gray suit. Looking down at you, he
shakes his head.

“I think you are a Breastie, now,” the man says. “Oh my, that is what you
get for reading dirty books without protection. I swear, what do they teach
in schools these days?

He bends over and pulls the robe off your body. You try to bounce away but
he scoops you up by the tits. He walks you over to a small door in the side
of the wall. He opens the door and you see that it leads to a chute.

“I guess you belong in the basement now,” the man says. “Don’t worry,
there are other monsters there. Although probably none with mammaries as
big as yours.

He drops you in the chute and you plunge into darkness. Down, down,
down you slide until you hit the basement. There you will have to deal with
things just as strange as you.

The busty end.

No thank you. I’ve had my fill for now.

You close the book. It is probably for the best. The Woodman wasn’t
getting tired anytime soon but your thighs certainly are.

“And what do you think that you are doing?” a voice says.

You jump up from the carpet and close your robe tightly around you. There
is a man sitting in the other chair. He is an older gentleman with wild white
hair that arches up from the sides of his head like horns. A white goatee
surrounds a disapproving mouth. A faded gray suit hangs on his thin frame.

“Who are you?” you blurt. “How long have you been watching?”

“I am Len and I am the Librarian here,” he says. “And I have seen enough
to know that you are reading books without permission.”

“I’m sorry,” you say. “I’ll put it back.”

You turn around and carry the book back to the shelf. You are conscious of
how thin the robe is on your body and you suspect that Len is admiring
your ass while you walk. The book goes back into its place and you turn
back around. Your arms fold over your chest as you try to hide your breasts.

“Do you know where the phone is?” you ask. “Or the butler?”

Len stands up. “Oh, don’t worry about the butler,” he says. “We still need to
settle your fine.”

“My fine?” you say.

Len walks over you. The flickering light from the fireplace casts strange
shadows across his face. He seems taller than you first thought.

“You read a book without permission and here in my library, my word is

law,” Len says. “Now since this is your first offence, and I need a new
stool, I am willing to give you a short punishment. Six years sounds right.
You can thank me for my mercy.

“Six years?” you snap. “You are fucking crazy.”

You walk around him and head for the door. Let him watch your ass, you
don’t care. You are getting away from this loon.

“STOP,” he says. His voice is inhuman and the sound seems to soak into
your bones. You freeze immediately.

“DISROBE,” he says in that unnatural voice. Your hands move on their

own. What is going on? You pull your robe off your body. It falls to the
ground and you stand there naked.

Len smirks. “I told you, my word here is law. GET ON ALL FOURS.”

You drop to your knees. You try to stop but you bend over and support
yourself with your hands.

Len walks over to the chair that you were sitting in. He has a book in his
hand. Sitting down in the chair, he points to the ground in front of him.

“HERE,” he says.

You quickly crawl over to him. It doesn’t make any sense. Your body
moves without your input. When he speaks in that special tone, you can’t
refuse anything he says.

Once you are in position, he lifts his legs and rests his feet on you. The
heels of his shoes dig into your back but you can’t even wince. He grinds
his feet into your back until he gets comfortable.

Panic grips you but you can’t do anything about it. Your body isn’t yours
anymore. You are a footstool now.
In time, you discover that you don’t get hungry, tired or need to use the
bathroom. Most of your body functions cease. You try to sleep but it never
comes.

Sometimes, Len reads out loud. He reads filthy stories and despite the
paralysis, your pussy clenches with neglect. Your body no longer has needs
but you can still get horny. Considering how many dirty books that Len
likes to read, you get horny a lot.

People visit the library and borrow books, but always with Len’s
permission. Sometimes he fucks people and you are forced to watch and
hear them without being able to participate.

Six years are going to go by very slowly for you.

The forniphilic end.

Yes, I will bend over and take whatever punishment he gives out.

When in a creepy house, do creepy things. You decide that you do deserve
to be punished. Maybe part of you was hoping to get caught in the first
place.

You slip off your robe. It falls to the floor as you walk over to the chair. A
moment of embarrassment paralyzes you. Just moments ago, you were
hiding your body but now you are exposing it. Perhaps you understand that
this is part of the punishment.

You bend over the arm of the chair and rest your arms on the seat. The arm
is more comfortable than you expected. It may have been designed just for
this purpose.

Len walks over to another shelf. He selects a thin but very wide book. A
leering smile comes to his lips.

“The Red Surrender, yes, this is an appropriate book.

He walks back over to you. “Hands under your chest,” he commands.

You do as he says. He steps behind you and your buttocks clench in

anticipation. You expect a touch or a grope but nothing happens.

“By the authority of the library invested onto me as the Librarian, I find you
guilty of reading without permission,” Len says. “Your sentence is a just
spanking onto your splendid posterior. Does the guilty accept this
sentence?”

“Yes,” you say.

WHOMP! Something wide and flat smacks into your buttocks. A light
stinging sensation grips your ass.

“Fuck!” you yell.

WHOMP! He strikes your ass again. The force is tremendous as it collides
into your ass. It must be the book he is holding!

WHOMP! WHOMP! WHOMP! Len keeps striking your ass. He hits hard
for an old man. The wide book nearly covers your entire butt.

You grit your teeth and take it. The spanks are solid and make your body
grind into the chair with every hit. The flat book surface stings your ass and
the stinging increases.

WHOMP! WHOMP! WHOMP! The blows come faster. The book hits your
ass in the same location over and over again. The stinging turns into a burn.

Len stops. You flinch from a spank that doesn’t come.

“You are staining the arm of the chair with your secretions,” Len says dryly.

It is true! Despite the pain, your pussy is clenching with need. A trickle of
desire runs down your leg and onto the chair.

“Sorry?” you say uncertainly.

WHOMP! Len answers your apology with another spank. The book slams
into your tender ass and you cry out again. The slight break has done
nothing to heal your sore butt and if anything, it just gave your backside
time to forget how much it hurts.

WHOMP! He strikes your ass again. This one hurts twice as much as before
you half rise from your bending position.

“Back down!” Len snaps and you quickly bend back over.

“Stay-WHOMP-down-WHOMP-when-WHOMP-you-WHOMP-are-
WHOMP-being-WHOMPdisciplined-WHOMP!”
He punctuates each word with a spank and the burning sensation turns into
agony. Your eyes clench shut and your hands curl into fists. Incredibly, your
pussy seems to be clenching non-stop and the desire continues to flow
down your leg.

The Librarian pauses again. You gasp in relief.

“Your hindquarters are an enticing shade of crimson,” Len says.

“Thank you,” you say. Maybe if you are nice to him, he’ll stop spanking
you?

WHOMP! The book slams into your burning ass. He is not done with you
yet.

WHOMP! Your hips wiggle on their own as you unconsciously try to dodge
the next spank.

WHOMP! The book follows your moving ass and nails you to the arm of
the chair.

Len stops again. You shudder and try to catch your breath. You shift from
foot to foot as you try to somehow relieve the pain.
The Librarian steps away. He wipes the book that he used and puts it back
on the shelf.

“Are we done?” you ask.

“Not quite,” he says. He selects another book. This one is much smaller and
could fit in a back pocket.

“The Smallest Cage,” Len says. “Always a good finisher.”

He walks back around behind you. You bite down on your lip in fear.

“Spread your legs,” he says.

You obey without thinking. Your legs spread and you are conscious of how
exposed your pussy is. Wait, he wouldn’t spank your sex, would he?

TAP! The small strikes between your thighs and right onto your sex.

“Fuck, shit!” you yell. This time you do stand up.

“Back down!” Len snaps. His hand shoves your head down and you go
back over the side of the chair.

TAP! The small book hits your pussy again. You realize that it is a light tap.
It still stings but most of the sting comes from the fear of having your most
sensitive spot struck.

TAP! Your pussy is hit again. An unexpected moan escapes your lips.

TAP! Your hips grind against the arm of the chair.

TAP! A new heat is forming and this one is inside your sex.

TAP! The sting is barely felt but your pussy clenches as if it has just been
entered.

“Now we are done,” Len says.

You moan with frustration. Your hips grind against the arm of the chair
before you catch yourself. Standing up, you wince as your ass burns.

The stain on the chair is huge. Len sees you looking at it and he shakes his
head.

“Don’t worry about cleaning it up,” he says. “That is what maids and their
mouths are for. Now go, before I change my mind about the lightness of
your sentence!”

That certainly didn’t feel light to you! Still, you don’t want to push him.
You grab your robe and throw it back on. The soft material rubs against
your ass and you hiss with pain.

Len smirks at your discomfort. He goes over to the unstained chair and sits
down with another book.

You head out the door and into the hallway. You need an icepack for your
burning ass. Worse, your needy sex craves attention. You are tempted to
stop in the hallway and rub one out quickly but modestly prevails.

Where should you go now? Maybe after this all of this, you should just go
back to the foyer and wait for the butler. Then again, you haven’t seen her
yet and you could really do with a bathroom.
What is the better idea?

Go walk gingerly to the foyer.

Find a bathroom and find some way to cool your ass.

No, I am out the door and away from this crazy old man.

Fuck this noise. You are not going to hang around and indulge this dirty old
man’s fetishes.

You walk briskly towards the door. If the old man tries to stop you, well, he
looks thin and weak so you are pretty sure that you can take him.

“STOP!” he says. His voice has a strange quality that sends a chill down
your spine.

You freeze in mid-step. Your foot hovers in the air but you can’t force it
down to the ground. In fact, not a single part of your body can move!

“You were trying to leave,” Len says. “You were going to ignore your
punishment and walk right out of here! The impertinence!”

You try to speak but your jaw won’t move.

“Oh that,” he said. “Obviously, you don’t listen at all. Did I not say that my
word in this library was law?”

Len walks over to you. He pulls open your robe and leers are your
paralyzed body. “What are we going to do with you? First you come in my
library and read a book without permission. Then I decided to give you a
light punishment and you try to escape. I have never seen such disrespect!
If this is what the world has become, then I am glad that I am in this house.”

You try to say something but once again, your mouth won’t move.

“I think you have forfeited your fine,” Len says. He licks his lips. The
fireplace casts strange shadows across his wild white hair.

“KNEEL,” he says in that strange voice.

You drop to your knees. Your stomach sinks even further. How can he
control your body like this? What will he do next?

Len unzips his pants.

“Oh shit,” you groan through your close lips.

The Librarian’s pants drop to the ground. He pulls out a pale cock covered
in brown spots. White pubic hair surrounds his cock.

“OPEN,” Len commands.

Your mouth opens. A whining sound comes from your throat. You want to
shake your head in refusal but nothing happens.

Len aims his cock for your mouth. It goes between your lips and hits the
back of your throat. It tastes like old paper.

“Ahh,” the Librarian groans. He grabs your head and thrusts forward. His
hairy balls smash into your chin.

You stare up at him. With all your willpower, you try to bite down on his
cock. Your jaw refuses to move.

Len pulls his cock halfway out of your mouth and then he slams his cock
back in. He does it again and again. His hairy balls bounce on your chin as
he thrusts into your face.

“You look very stimulating with my member in your mouth,” Len says.

He keeps thrusting into your face. The head of his cock slams into the back
of your throat. The dry paper smell of his crotch is overwhelming.

You gag on his cock but that is the only movement your body makes. Your
tongue is frozen as his slender cock glides along top of it. Spit fills your
mouth and dribbles down your chin onto your breasts.
But the worst part is what is happening between your thighs. Inexplicably, a
fervent desire burns within your pussy despite the abuse your mouth is
taking. You are wet and dripping onto the rug. It fills you with shame to
know your body is reacting this way and it drives you mad that you can’t
reach between your legs and do something about it.

Len fucks your face. He is breathing hard. His thin frame begins to shake
with exhaustion. Finally, he stops.

“That takes a lot out of me,” he says.

You glare up at him in silent fury, his cock still in your mouth.

He looks down at you with that leering smile. “SUCK,” he commands in his
special voice.

Your lips close around him. Back and forth your head begins to bob beyond
your control. Your cheeks cave in with the force of your suction.

Len groans. He lets go of your head and enjoys your cocksucking.

Shame burns on your cheeks. Your head begins to twist to add more friction
to your sucking. Hands you cannot control grab his thighs and hold onto
him. Your head moves faster and faster as you suck harder and harder.

The cock throbs in your mouth. He is going to come. He is going to come in

your mouth. He is going to come down your throat and there is nothing you
can do to stop him.

Len groans and hot seed splatters the back of your throat. Your head stops
moving and you just suck. Another load shoots in your mouth and you
swallow. You swallow and swallow as the Librarian groans his pleasure.

He pulls out of your mouth. His cock makes a ‘POP; sound as they leave
your tight lips. Len wipes his slick cock on your cheek before stuffing it
back into his pants.
“That was very satisfying,” Len says. “There is room for improvement but I
am sure with regular practice we can improve your technique.”

You make a pitiful sound from your frozen lips.

“Oh yes,” Len continues. “I have decided to keep you on as my assistant. I

am getting older and I could use someone to keep the shelves clean,
organize the books and curate any new acquisitions.”

You try to scream but only a small shrill sound comes out.

“Plus, I just want to fornicate with you,” Len says. He reaches down and
grabs a handful of your breast. “I want to use this pretty mouth, that cute
posterior and that greedy delta between your legs that is dripping onto the
carpet.”

He releases your breast and walks over to one of his chairs. “In fact, you
should clean up that mess right now. “USE YOUR MOUTH TO CLEAN
YOUR MESS.”

You fall forward on your hands and knees. Crawling around like an animal,
you find the circle of pussy juice you had left on the rug. You lower your
head and start sucking up your juices from the fibers of the rug.

This is your life now. You will never find a phone or get your car fixed.
Endless nights of taking care of books lie ahead of you. That, and being
ravished forever inside the library of this haunted house.

The compulsory end.

Sure, I love forest assaults by masked men!

Still lying down, you reach for the book and drag it to you. The studs on the
spine pricks your hand but you don’t care. You roll onto your back and try
to assume your former position as best you can. The book opens to where
you left off and you keep reading.

A pair of orange eyes glowed close by. Another set of eyes was even closer.
A third, a fourth and a fifth set of eyes glowed as well.

The masked man raised his gloved hand and let out a howl. He walked
away from Yolanda’s prone form and merged back into the darkness.

Other raiders stepped closer. They all wore the same kind of mask. Their
hands were sheathed in the frightening metal gloves. Each of them had a
long cock, waiting to be buried in Yolanda.

They pounced on top of her. Metal hands rolled her roughly over. She was
pinned flat to the ground and her legs kicked apart.

The same happens to you. Metal hands roll you over. Strong arms force you
flat to the ground. Powerful forces move your legs apart. The book falls to
the ground in front of you, pages still open for your reading eyes.

Yolanda felt a heavy cock slide against her ass. The cock was slick. Had it
already been inside one of her sorority sisters?

You feel the cock as well. It leaves a trail of sticky juices down the curve of
your buttocks. The tip brushes against the lips of your pussy and you rise to
meet it.

The cock pushed inside Yolanda. It was thicker than the previous one. It
stretched her as it filled her cunt.

You cry out as unseen thickness fills your sex. It is almost too big but you
take it.
A metal hand touched Yolanda’s butt. There was a brief zap of electrical
shock that lasted for less than a second but it was enough to make Yolanda
clench tightly around the cock in her cunt.

The zap stings your ass. Your teeth grit together and your hands clench into
fists but your eyes keep reading the page.

The raider inside her began to fuck. He rammed his long weapon into her
cunt over and over again. Each thrust threatened to rip her apart as he
drove deeper and deeper.
The fucking is relentless. You feel the weight of his hands holding your
pelvis down as the giant cock rams you. Your pussy isn’t something to be
fucked; it is a target to be hit.

The other raiders came closer. One grabbed Yolanda’s hair and pulled her
head up from the ground. Another slipped his hand under her chest and
grabbed a breast in his metal grip. Two of them grabbed her wrists and held
her arms straight out as she was used.

Your arms spread from your body. Something grabs your hair and holds
your head up, bending your body like a bow. Something cold and hard
grabs your tit and won’t let go.

The raider inside Yolanda howled. His cock erupted in a flood of seed. He
kept thrusting, filling her cunt with his strange seed until he was completely
drained.

You feel the rush of hot come. It enters your sex and spills out of your
nether lips. The cock twitches and pumps until it pulls out.

Another raider took his place. Yolanda was given no relief as a new cock
entered her. This one was short and stubby but no less thick. It pushed
inside her and fucked her with the same wild passion.

Metal fingers pushed into Yolanda’s mouth. It was a glove. She was terrified
it would shock her tongue. The fingers thrust into her mouth and she sealed
her lips around it. She sucked as hard as she could on the metal glove in the
hopes it would spare her a shock.

You share her fear. Metal fingers push into your mouth and fucks your lips.
The metal is hard against your lips but you suck it anyway while an unseen
cock fucks your seed-filled pussy.

There was another scream from somewhere in the woods. It was followed by
moans and a cry of “Harder, harder!”

Yolanda thought it sounded like Ashley. She imagined the small blonde girl,
impaled on a masked man’s cock. The thought made her clench tighter on
the cock fucking her.

The raider fucking her howled. His short cock ejaculated inside her. Seed
filled her cunt and joined the rest.

You feel the rush of seed. It is so warm inside you.

Once the man pulled out of her cunt, the other raiders pulled Yolanda to her
knees. Gripping a grip in her hair, they pulled her mouth to a stiff cock.
Yolanda took the cock greedily. It went into her lips and she sucked down
hard. It was long and hit the back of her throat. It tasted of pussy but not
hers. Whose was it? Ashley? Lexi? Bethany?

It didn’t matter, it was hers now. The man rammed Yolanda’s face as hard as
they had been ramming her cunt. Large balls slammed into her chin as spit
fell from her lips.

You choke on the cock as an unseen dick rams your face. The weight of the
balls hitting your face are incredible. You can only imagine how much
come they hold.

Throughout it all, you hold the book up and keep reading.

The raider howled with his metal voice and seed gushed into Yolanda’s
mouth. The taste of salty cream filled her mouth and went down her throat.
Yolanda’s head was pulled from the spurting cock and pushed to another
one. This one was long and slender and she barely got half of it past her
lips. That didn’t stop the raider face-fucking her from slowing down.

You barely have time to swallow the salty seed before your head is
slammed onto another invisible crotch. It looks like nothing is there but you
can’t ignore the length sliding in and out of your lips.

A metal hand went between Yolanda’s thighs. She parted her legs as the
hand sought her dripping cunt. She moaned onto the cock in her mouth as
the fingers slipped inside her.

The metal fingers feel incredible inside you. Your sex is ready to be touched
and you grind against the unseen hand.

As Yolanda’s mouth was taken by force, the metal hand between her legs
vibrated. The buzzing was too strong and it threatened to numb her but she
was too horny for such concerns. She shook with pleasure as the vibrating
hand pleasured her.

“Fuck!” you cry out. The vibrations were stronger than you remembered! It
is almost painful but only almost. Like Yolanda, you are too aroused.

The raider fucking Yolanda’s face howled. A moment later, fresh seed filled
her mouth. She tried to swallow but it was too much.

Salty cream chokes you. It spills out of your mouth and splatters against
your breasts. It slides down your throat and leaves your mouth a sticky
mess.

Yolanda’s mouth was pulled from the wilting cock and dragged to another.
This one was slick with pussy juices and this time Yolanda recognized her
own flavor. These bastards recover quick!

As the cock was shoved into her mouth, a metal hand spread apart her
buttocks. A buzzing metal finger pressed against her asshole. The vibrations
radiated through her ass and onto the vibrations already on her pussy.

You moan into the unseen cock in your mouth. The vibrations pushing
against your asshole are too strong. They wash through your body and
merge with the vibrations at your pussy.

It is too much to resist. You climax. A powerful orgasm erupts within you
and suddenly you are in bliss and then just as quickly the bliss is taken
away as the powerful vibrations overwhelm your sensitive body.

Yet you cannot let go of the book and make it stop.

The metal finger in her ass squirted something. Hot slippery liquid filled
her asshole. She shuddered as it poured onto her ass.

The cock in her mouth came. More salty cream joined the slurry in her
mouth. She swallowed, choked and then gagged.

The hands moved away from her body. A hard shove sent her face down to
the ground.

You sigh with relief as the vibrations stop. You are prepared for the hard
shove but it still hurts when you fall on your chest. The book stays in front
of you, your body doing whatever it takes to keep you reading.

Metal hands held Yolanda down. Her buttocks were pulled apart. A cock,
slick and slippery pushed into her asshole.

You feel the invader as well. Your ass stretches to take it all. Ever so slowly,
it goes inside you.

The raider shifted his weight on top of Yolanda as he entered her. He pinned
her down to the ground while his cock buried itself inside her. Metal fingers
dug into her shoulders as he began to thrust.

You cringe with pain. The unseen grip on your shoulders are intense. It is
almost as intense as the immense girth fucking your ass.
There was another scream followed by another. Yolanda didn’t care who the
screams belonged to. They were all just holes to be fucked by these strange
raiders.

You hear the screams too. Maybe they are your own. It is hard to tell. You
are drunk on invisible come and feel like your brains have been fucked out.
All you can think about is the massive cock fucking your ass.

The raider fucking Yolanda’s ass howled. A moment later, his cock pulsed
and her ass felt the first surge of seed. It filled her tight asshole as load
after load was pumped into her.

You moan. Hit liquid flows into your ass. It fills you and makes you aware
of just how tight your ass is.

The raider pulled out of Yolanda. She was not surprised when another took
his place. A new cock went into her ass, plunging deep into the cream left
behind.

Yolanda took it. She writhed on the dirty floor of the forest while she was
used. Large balls slammed into her buttocks while her ass was fucked.

You feel the balls bouncing off your ass. How big are they? It feels like
baseballs. Maybe that is why they can stay so hard.

The raider pulls out of Yolanda’s ass and howls. A shower of seed sprayed
from his cock and landed on her back. Some of it flew far enough to land on
her hair.

You shudder as warm drops fall on your back.

There is a beeping sound. The raiders pause. There is a rustle of leaves and
then nothing.

Yolanda looked around. The raiders were gone. She was alone.
She rolled over onto her side. Her body was sore. There was an ache in her
pussy from where they had used her. Seed leaked out of her asshole and
dribbled onto the grass. She could barely move her jaw from the rough
fucking that it had taken.

“Who were they?” she wondered.

A bright light shined down on her from above. Yolanda looked up and saw a
circular shape in the sky. It looked like a glowing craft of some sort. The
light grew brighter and Yolanda began to float. She was floating up to the
craft!

Yolanda sighed. It looked like the raiders intended on taking their prizes
home with them.

There is a chapter break. Your body is your own again. You quickly close
the book and push it away from you. A metal stud snags on the carpet.

Holy fuck, shit! That was intense! You take stock of your body. You share
Yolanda’s injuries. Your jaw hurts, your pussy is torn up and your ass feels
like a truck went through it. That isn’t even counting the parts of you that
were scratched or bruised by the metal hands.

Well, at least it is over. Thank goodness for chapter breaks! More writers
should use them!

There is a rustling noise. The book has opened on its own and the pages are
turning.

Oh no, you’re not going to fall for that. You stay where you are and refuse
to even glance at a page. In fact, you turn your head to keep from looking at
the book at all.

Metal hands grab your ankles. You turn and look to see powerful arms
reaching out of the pages of the book. The arms pull and drag you across
the carpet towards the book.
You scream at this impossible development. How is this happening? How
did any of this happen?

The metal hands keep pulling and your feet disappear into the pages. Next
goes your legs, your hips and your breasts. You spread your arms across the
width of the book and try to brace yourself but the raiders are too strong.
Your arms give out and your body goes into the book.

A man steps out of the shadows. He is an old man with wild white hair. A
faded suit hangs on his frail frame. He comes over to the book and carefully
closes it.

“Oh dear, Captured by the Midnight Raiders,” he says as he reads the title.
“I don’t know who you were young lady but you now have a very personal
view of what happens in the next, ooh, one thousand and six pages? That is
going to be exhausting. And if I remember correctly, quite terminal.

He remembers correctly.

The alienating end.

Are you shitting me? I get the fuck away from this book and this
library.

You stand up on shaking legs. Your robe is in tatters. There is a sore spot on
your breast where the book stud cut you. You are going to need some
antibiotics.

“And what do you think that you are doing?” a voice says.

You jump and nearly fall over on your weak legs. There is a man sitting in
the other chair. He is an older gentleman with wild white hair that arches up
from the sides of his head like horns. A white goatee surrounds a
disapproving mouth. A faded gray suit hangs on his thin frame.

“Who are you?” you blurt. “How long have you been watching?”

“I am Len and I am the Librarian here,” he says. “And I have seen enough
to know that you are reading books without permission.”

“I’m sorry,” you say. “I didn’t know what I was getting into. I barely
escaped it.”

Len snorts and leers at your naked body. You feel very self-conscious.
Crossing your arms, you try to hide your breasts. You lower your hand to
cover your sex. Len doesn’t look away despite your obvious discomfort.

“Can you get me something to wear?” you ask.

Len stands up. “Oh, don’t worry about that,” he says. “We still need to
settle your fine.”

“My fine?” you say.

Len walks over you. The flickering light from the fireplace casts strange
shadows across his face. He seems taller than you first thought.
“You read a book without permission and here in my library, my word is
law,” Len says. “Now since this is your first offence, and I need a new book
holder, I am willing to give you a short punishment. Six years sounds right.
You can thank me for my mercy.

“Six years?” you snap. “You are fucking crazy.”

He frowns. “I said that you can thank me for my mercy and you disparage
me instead? How rude!”

You have had enough of this. On shaking legs, you walk around him and
head for the door. Let him watch your ass, you don’t care. You are getting
away from this loon.

“STOP,” he says. His voice is inhuman and the sound seems to soak into
your bones. You freeze immediately.

“TURN AROUND,” he commands. Your body turns around to face him.

Why are you doing this? What is going on?

Len smirks. “I told you, my word here is law. COME HERE.”

You walk towards him. The weakness in your legs is gone. You try to stop
but you keep walking until you are standing in front of him.

He turns around and selects a book. He hands it to you. “HOLD THIS.”

You take the book from him. Your arms and hands are not your own. You
try to speak but no words come out.

Len walks over to the chair that you were sitting in. Sitting down in the
chair, he points to the ground in front of him.

“HERE,” he says.

You quickly walk over to him. It doesn’t make any sense. Your body moves
without your input. When he speaks in that special tone, you can’t refuse
anything he says.

Once you are in position, he takes your hands and moves them so the book
you are holding is at his eye level.

“OPEN,” he commands.

You open the book to the first page and hold it in front of him.

Len reaches into his pants. He pulls out his long pale cock. It is covered in
brown spots. He glances at the book as he begins to stroke himself.

“NEXT PAGE,” he says.

Panic grips you but you can’t do anything about it. Your body isn’t yours
anymore. You are a book holder now.

Len masturbates as he reads the dirty story. You are forced to watch as he
pumps his cock. When he comes, it splatters on your leg.

In time, you discover that you don’t get hungry, tired or need to use the
bathroom. Most of your body functions cease. You try to sleep but it never
comes.

Sometimes, Len reads out loud. He reads filthy stories and despite the
paralysis, your pussy clenches with neglect. Your body no longer has needs
but you can still get horny. Considering how many dirty books that Len
likes to read, you get horny a lot.

People visit the library and borrow books, but always with Len’s
permission. Sometimes he fucks people and you are forced to watch and
hear them without being able to participate.

Six years are going to go by very slowly for you.

The forniphilic end.

Sure, I’ll clean his shoes with my mouth.

When in a creepy house, do creepy things. You decide that you do deserve
to be punished. Maybe part of you was hoping to get caught in the first
place.

You sink to your knees in front of him. Your robe is open as you bend over
onto your hands. A moment of embarrassment paralyzes you. Just moments
ago, you were hiding your body but now you are exposing it. Perhaps you
understand that this is part of the punishment.

“Be thorough,” Len commands. “They haven’t been cleaned in quite some
time.”

You bend down to his shoes. They are simple dress shoes but they appear to
be covered in dust. Are they as old as he is?

Grimacing, you take a long lick. The dust coats your tongue. You take
another lick and another and your mouth is instantly dry.

“A barely satisfactory start,” Len says.

Shame burns on your cheeks. Can he even see his shoes with your head in
the way?

You keep licking. At some point, you get the idea to brush the dust off his
shoes with your lips. It works for a few swipes but then too much dirt
accumulates on your mouth. Your lips are just smearing the dirt around.

The only thing that is going to work is your tongue. You lick your lips and
choke down the dirt. Your tongue goes back to licking the shoes as you try
not to taste the dust.

“Your ass on the other hand, is quite stimulating,” Len says. His voice drips
with leering condescension.
You want to cover your ass with your hands but is it impossible. Your ass
will have to stay bent over with no protection from your sheer robe.

“Get the studs,” Len commands.

Tiny little rivets line the side of his shoe. The grime there tastes musky and
familiar. After a few licks, you recognize it. It tastes like pussy.

How is that possible? An image jumps to your head. Len is sitting with a
woman kneeling in front of him. She is mounting his shoe. It enters her and
the juices run down his shoe and stains the rivets.

You blink. Where did that thought come from? You are not sure. It is hard
to shake though. You keep wondering whose pussy juices you are licking
from the Librarian’s shoe.

“Make sure you get the tip,” Len requests. The front of his foot lifts up.
“Wrap your lips around it. It is the only way to get it clean.”

You do as he says. Your lips wrap around the leather tip of his shoes.
Grainy dirt falls into your mouth. Your tongue flickers over the leather,
cleaning as best you can.

Why are you doing this? How are you letting this man treat you like this?
Do you really feel that guilty for reading that creepy book?

More importantly, why are you so wet? Your pussy is absolutely dripping
between your legs. Is this actually turning you on?

“That might be enough,” Len says doubtfully. “Now move to the other
shoe.”

You wipe your mouth on the back of your hand before going to the other
shoe. Your first lick makes you gag. Your mouth is so dry from cleaning the
first shoe that you have no spit left for the second shoe.
“I must repeat that your bottom is an admirable sight,” Len says. “If you
were my assistant, I would spank it every day before making you give me a
lap dance.”

Embarrassment washes over you. This dirty old man keeps ogling your ass
and you can’t do anything about it except hurry up and clean his shoe.

You lick faster. Dust, dirt and grime sticks to your tongue. You try thinking
of delicious food to make your mouth water. It is hard to do when you keep
having to swallow dirt.

There is a strange stain on the side of his shoe. You taste it and it has a sour
taste. You recoil from it but Len lifts his shoe towards your mouth. He must
know the stain is there.

“Don’t shirk your fine,” Len says. There is a giggle in his voice.

Clenching your eyes shut, you force yourself to lick the stain. It is sour. It is
foul. It is the worst thing you have ever tasted.

You clean it. You gag a few times but Len has no sympathy for you.

“Don’t forget the tip again,” he says.

He lifts the front of his foot up and your lips wrap around it. There is no
way he can see you but you are still embarrassed by how much the shoe
stretches your lips. You know how obscene your lips look right now and
somehow you know he does too.

“Very well,” he says, pulling his shoe from your mouth. “Give each foot
one last kiss and you are done.”

Your nose wrinkles in shame but you do it anyway. One kiss and then
another. The act of submission to this dirty old man makes your stomach
turn.

You just wish you knew why it also made your pussy so wet.
“Up,” Len says. “Your fine is paid.”

You scramble to your feet. Looking down, you see that the stain your pussy
left behind is huge. Len sees you looking at it and he shakes his head.

“Don’t worry about cleaning it up,” he says. “That is what maids and their
mouths are for. Now go, before I change my mind about the lightness of
your sentence!”

That certainly didn’t feel light to you! Still, you don’t want to push him.
You pull your robe tighter around you. The soft material rubs against your
ass and gives you new dirty thoughts.

Len smirks at your discomfort. He goes over to the unstained chair and sits
down with another book.

You head out the door and into the hallway. You need a bucket of water to
clean your mouth. Worse, your needy sex craves attention. You are tempted
to stop in the hallway and rub one out quickly but modestly prevails.

Where should you go now? Maybe after this all of this, you should just go
back to the foyer and wait for the butler. Then again, you haven’t seen her
yet and you could really do with a bathroom.
What is the better idea?

Go back to the foyer.

Find a bathroom and get your mouth clean.

I choose M.

“M,” you blurt out.

“A good choice,” Len says as he unzips his pants. He reaches in and pulls
out his hard cock. It is pale but dotted with brown spots. White pubic hair
surrounds the base.

“MOUNT ME,” he commands with that weird voice.

Oh shit. Your body turns around. You lower yourself, using the arms of the
chair for support. His cock presses against the lips of your sex and you
whimper. One last surge of defiance runs through you but your body refuses
to listen. You sit down on his pale cock.

You gasp as his cock enters you. It fills your sensitive sex and you wince
from the over-stimulation. Your pussy settles onto him and grinds into his
lap.

“Very motivating,” Len says. He reaches around and grabs your breasts.
You shiver as his greedy fingers sink into your tit.

“FUCK ME” he commands.

Your hips move on their own and you hump the Librarian’s cock. Up and
down you slide your tender sex over his hard length. You fuck yourself on
his cock at his command.

Len holds onto your tits. He looks old but his grip is strong on your tender
flesh. Your nipples are trapped between his fingers and he cares little for
your discomfort.

Neither does your body. Your hands hold onto the arms of the chair as your
legs constantly slam your pussy down onto his member. Harder and faster
you hump as tears form in your eyes.
You try to blink the tears away. The fireplace crackles in front of you. Rows
of books surround you and you get the strange feeling that they are
watching you.

“SWIVEL,” Len commands. What does even mean?

Your body knows. Your hips begin to dance, moving in tight circles on top
of his lap. You watch in amazement as your hips and thighs move with an
agility that you didn’t know you possessed.

“Such a constricted slut,” Len groans.

Is that an insult or a compliment?

“TIGHTER,” he commands.

Your pussy tightens. The force you are exerting is amazing. It is exhausting
you but your body never falters.

“Just like that,” Len gasps.

That command wasn’t in his special tone but your body does it anyway.
Around and round your hips go while your pussy clenches his tightly. Your
thighs are covered in sweat but they never stop.

“COME,” Len commands

You do. Pleasure washes over you at a single word. You try to cry out but
all that comes out is a whimper.

“COME!” Len commands again.

You gasp as another orgasm shakes you. Your body never misses a beat as it
relentlessly humps his cock.

“COME!” Len says again and you convulse with pleasure. You get light-
headed. It is hard to see.
“STOP!” Len commands.

Your body freezes. Your head hangs limply from your shoulders You are
nearly overwhelmed by bliss.

“DRAIN ME!” Len commands.

Your pussy muscles spasm around him. You feel it all with a sense of
amazement. Internal muscles squeeze and pull on his cock as you sit
perfectly still on his lap.

Len’s cock spurts within you. You feel a gush of seed and shudder. A sick
feeling washes you over as you realize there is no condom. What
strangeness is he passing into you?

Your pussy doesn’t care. It clenches and squeezes until every drop of seed
is drained from his cock.

“Ah yes,” Len moans and he pulls you back with an amazing strength. His
arms wrap around your body. A hand moves down to your tender pussy and
you whimper at his touch. His cock is still firm inside your sex.

“That was very enjoyable,” Len says. He is whispering directly into your
ear. “Far too enjoyable to only do once. I think I shall keep you as my
assistant. At my age, I could use someone to help organize the books. You
can help me punish anyone who abuses them. It goes without saying that
your duties will also include fucking me all hours of the night.”

You groan. His cock, although spent, throbs inside you.

“Oh, don’t worry,” Len says. “I’ll let you read some of the books. It will be
while I fuck you, but trust me, there are some very good books here.”

You summon all your will and try to sit up. Not a single part of your body
moves.
Len whispers into your ear and tells you about the many, many, many duties
you will have to perform in very explicit detail.

The compulsory end.

Yes, I need to know what happens next.

You sit back down beside his feet. Len peeks down at you over the top of
his book. There is no doubt that he is enjoying the sight of your breasts
from this angle.

He clears his voice and resumes reading.

And the things he whispered! That was not her Theo that used such filthy
words. No, her Theo never used words like cunt, tits, fuck, dick, rutting or
fuck. Her Theo would never compare her to a cat in heat, a seaside whore
or a cock hungry slut. Those were just the things that Valerie could
remember. Most of what he said was too disturbing to recall!

Valerie moaned in the lonely bedroom as she thought of that ordeal. The
next morning, Theo was completely different. He was quiet and almost in a
daze. Valerie didn’t mention the night before out of pure shame. She thought
that his behavior might be a one-night aberration.

You find it hard to sit still. Heat builds between your thighs. There is an
urge to touch yourself but you couldn’t possibly do that in front of Len.
What happened to the strange touches from earlier? Are they not coming
back?

The second night proved her wrong. At the stroke of midnight, Theo came to
their bed with so many impure thoughts.

First, he went between her legs and kissed her there in her most intimate
places. Not only did he kiss her there, but he also licked, nibbled and
ravished her. Valerie was powerless as Theo ate her until she could take no
more.

Valerie looked at the fire as she remembered that night. Theo’s eyes were as
red as the embers in the fire place. Her juices dripped from his chin as he
smiled at her. That was when she knew that Theo was possessed. Something
terrible had taken him.
Something kisses the lips of your sex. You bite down on your lip to keep
from moaning. The kissing turns to licking and you spread your thighs. The
unseen tongue is eager, pushing deep inside you. It licks you in all the right
places and sends shivers through your body.

You look up at Len. He is engrossed in reading. Does he know the effect the
story is having on you? You think he does.

His face still wet from his sinful administrations, he made love to her. His
manhood entered her and Valerie knew pleasures that she had never
imagined. Every thrust made her cry out and every inch of his manhood
brought her pleasure.

An unseen cock pushes inside you. This time you do cry out as the long
length fills you. Your hands go to your sex and although your lips are being
held open by an invisible force, you can’t find a way to touch the cock that
is fucking you.

You grab Len’s leg for support as you are fucked. The thrusts are hard and
fast. The cock drives deep inside you with a fierce passion. You rise on your
knees and your hips buck to meet the unseen dick inside you.

Len peeks over the top of his book. He has stopped reading but that is okay
because the cock is fucking you.

The cock pounds your sex. It is relentless. You can feel every ridge of the
hard dick as it plunges deeper and deeper inside you.

The fireplace crackles. The sound of your sex getting fucked fills the room.
You moan softly, taking the magical cock as you kneel beside the Librarian.

Len reaches inside your robe for a breast. His fingers close around your
nipple as you continue to get fucked. He pinches slightly and leers at you.

You don’t mind. Let him touch you as the wonderful cock uses your pussy.
It doesn’t take long for you to climax. You cry out as you come. Len holds
onto your nipple as you shudder at his feet.

The cock withdraws. Len lets go of your nipple as you fall back on your
ass. Afterglow spreads through your body and makes you shudder again.

Len resumes reading.

The next morning, Theo was back to normal. He looked exhausted but that
was to be expected after two nights of debauchery. Valerie had suggested
that the leave the mansion but he refused. There were too many books to
study.

That was a month ago. Every single night, Theo came to bed with new
perversions but it wasn’t her husband. Valerie had been doing her own
research. She found out about Lord Peter Vrice who used to own the
mansion. She read how the villagers had killed him for seducing all their
wives, husbands and some of their livestock. Valerie had found the paintings
in the attic that showed Lord Vrice and his uncanny resemblance to her
husband. Valerie knew that somehow the ghost of Lord Vrice had possessed
her poor kind gentle husband.

Something bites your ass. You cry out as teeth bite and nip your ass. Your
hands cover your bottom but of course you cannot stop it.

Invisible fingers tighten around your throat and the biting on your ass stops.
The fingers squeeze and you find it hard to breath.

The fingers vanish and something slaps your breasts. You recoil from the
slap but there is another slap and then another. Your breasts sting from the
slapping but there is no way to shield it.

The clock struck twelve. A tremble went through Valerie. Before the clock
had stopped ringing, the bedroom door opened.

It was Theo. He had grown a beard this past month that was the same exact
beard in Lord Vrice’s painting. He was missing his shirt and was carrying a
cruel looking whip. The evil red eyes of Lord Vrice looked out from Theo’s
face.

“Cock slut,” he groaned. “Tonight, I will teach you pleasures of the whip
and the art of my cock in your virgin ass!”

Valerie squealed in terror.

Theo walked ever so slowly closer, his manhood pushing against his pants
with vulgar intent.

Valerie screamed as he ripped the sheets from her body. Her pale negligee
would give her no protection against the whip. That is if Theo just doesn’t
rip it from her body.

Theo laughed and then moaned. He closed his eyes and when he opened
them, the red fire was gone.

“Darling!” Theo said.

“Is that you my love?” Valerie asked.

“Yes,” Theo said. He dropped the whip and sobbed. “Oh Valerie, it has
been terrible! Lord Vrice is taking over my mind! He is getting stronger
every night! Soon he will be so strong that he will be in control all the time!
It is those blasted pornographic books! Quick my darling! Burn the books
now before I lose control!”

Valerie looked up at him with terrified eyes. Without saying a word, she
reached for his pants and pulled the zipper. His hard manhood pointed at
her.

“No, darling!” Theo cried. “What are you doing?”

Valerie ignored his question and took his manhood into her mouth. She
relaxed her throat the way that Theo had taught her on the fourth night in
this mansion. Her manhood disappeared down her lips, past her tongue and
down her throat.

You open your mouth, knowing what is about to happen. An invisible cock
pushes past your lips and deep into your mouth. Your tongue glides over the
ridges and veins of the dick as it slides past.

“Oh, sweet Jesus,” Theo moaned.

Valerie shuddered at the blasphemy. She also sucked as hard as she could
until her cheeks caved in around his manhood. She took a handful of her
long black hair and used it to cup his family jewels. Her fingers rubbed her
soft hair against the sensitive flesh of his balls.

“I’m . . .losing . . .control,” Theo moaned.

Valerie moved her head. Back and forth she sucked the length of Theo’s
manhood. Her breasts swung with the fierceness of her movements. She was
a whore sucking for a penny. She was a slut with unnatural appetites. She
was a woman with no shame left in her.

You move your head as well. Back and forth you bounce, your mouth
obscenely open around a cock that only you can feel. You reach for the
phantom balls that you suspect will be there and find them. Your fingers
caress the invisible balls just like Valerie does in the story.

Len reaches into his pants. He pulls out his cock, grey and mottled with
spots. It is surprisingly large and already hard. He strokes it as you keep
sucking on the unseen cock.

“Darling . . .no,” Theo gasped.

Valerie released her hold on his balls and placed her hand on the shaft of
his manhood. She pulled her mouth away and opened her lips. Valerie
looked Theo in the eyes as she stroked his manhood. Her tongue licked the
head of his manhood as an invitation for his seed.
“No, no, no, FUCK!” Theo moaned.

Theo’s eyes flashed red. Hot seed splashed onto Valerie’s tongue. She
swallowed it and quickly struck her tongue out for the next load. The
monster growled as she swallowed every drop.

The cock in your mouth pulses and then hot seed fills your mouth. You are
not surprised. Your lips tighten as you suck harder. Load after load of seed
fills your mouth and you swallow it all.

Len groans. His cock erupts and a stream of seed launches forth. He keeps
stroking as his cock empties itself onto his pants.

When his cock is spent, he goes back to reading.

“Very good, my cunt slave,” he said and it was with Lord Vrice’s voice. “It
won’t spare you from my whip or my cock in your ass, but you did very
good. I don’t think Theo will be bothering us again.”

Valerie trembled in delighted terror.

The end.

The cock in your mouth vanishes. The taste of seed leaves your mouth as
well. You close your lips and touch your mouth. Too bad that the soreness
in your jaw couldn’t go away too.

“That’s it?” you say.

“It was a short story,” Len says. “Meant to evoke a mood and to arouse.”

“Yes, but I wanted to know how Theo fucked her next,” you say.

“That wasn’t the point of the story,” Len says. His cock is still out and
leaking come onto his pants. “The point was that Valerie preferred her
husband to be possessed. She betrays him for more rough sex. The betrayal
is the climax of the story, not an actual climax.”
“I still want to know about the sex they had after Lord Vrice took over,”
you say.

Len sighs. “People don’t appreciate good literature. If you want more
explicit action, then go over to that shelf over there and pull the bright white
book.”

You stand up and point at his wilting cock. “Shouldn’t you clean yourself
up?”

“I plan to call a maid after you leave, unless you want to stay and watch?”
Len says.

“No, thank you,” you say and you walk over to the shelf that he was
pointing at. You pull on the white book but it is part of the shelf and only
comes partway out. There is a clicking sound and part of the shelf swings
open to reveal a secret passage!

“What’s in here?” you ask.

“Explore and find out,” Len says. “It is always better to show then tell in a
story.”

The secret passage doesn’t look safe. It is dark and there is a dim light at the
end of the corridor that turns a corner. The walls are close together and it
will be a narrow fit to go down there.

Should you go down the passage? You are not sure. It might be best to just
return to the hallway but then again, Len seems to be friendly. Maybe he is
trying to lead you somewhere good?
Do you take the secret passage that the Librarian showed you?

Yes, he said it would lead somewhere explicit.

No, I will return to the hallway.

No, this shit might get scary.

“I have to go” you say. You pull the robe tighter around your body. The
strange fabric clings to your curves and sensitive places. For a moment, you
almost feel the head of the phantom cock against your sex again.

Len looks up at you. He frowns but he doesn’t seem upset. The expression
on his face is closer to disappointment.

“Go,” he says, waving his hand. “I have no patience for those who don’t
appreciate a good story. Go now before I change my mind.”

You don’t have to be told twice. You go out into the hall. The room with the
crystal ball is in front of you but you want to get away from this creepy old
man and his creepy stories. It is time to go find a phone or maybe the butler.
You go down the hall and around a corner.

The hall widens. The walls change to light yellow wallpaper. The lamps are
replaced with recess lights in the ceiling. The floor is smooth tile with a
faint gray pattern. Is the pattern supposed to be birds or some sort of mask?
It is hard to tell.

The robe you wear continues to taunt you. The soft material glides across
your bottom like a flirting hand. The fabric pulls on your nipples and makes
them hard. The material on your shoulders seem to grip tightly like a lover’s
embrace.

A painting hangs on the left wall. It shows a beautiful older woman with
long blonde hair who is being held in the air by rope. There is rope tied
around her arms and legs. Rope snakes around her ample pale breasts and
separates them. Another length of rope goes between her legs and is tight
against the lips of her pussy.

The woman has a bright smile. She looks very happy for someone who is
completely bound. This just goes to show that this really is a house of kinky
freaks.
A nameplate under the painting reads, “Lorelei, 1963-“

Beside the painting is a set of double doors. Music comes from the other
side. It sounds like flutes or pipes. The music is upbeat and your feel your
heart race to hear it.

You get closer to the door. Other instruments join the flutes. There is a
jingling sound like a tambourine. A violin joins in and then another.
Underneath it all, you hear a piano softly playing.

The music is infectious. Your hips move with the music. An urge to throw
off your robe comes over you. Right now, you just want to dance.

You open the door. A giant ballroom looms before you. Chandeliers fill the
room with light and show off the rich brown floors made of hardwood.
Dark walls surround the room, giving the impression that the room sits in a
field of night sky.

Where is the music coming from? There is a section of the room set aside
for a band. Instruments sit unused in chairs. The piano lid is closed. No one
is playing music but the sound is coming from this part of the room.

The music shifts. It reminds you of your favorite song. Your hips begin to
sway and energy fills your body.

You need to dance! It doesn’t matter if you are alone. In some ways, it
makes it easier.

Moving to the center of the ballroom, you begin to dance. Back and forth
your hips move. Your shoulders join in and make strange arm gestures that
make sense with the music. You let yourself go to the music and sink into
the rhythm.

The robe is too clingy. You shed the robe and it drops to the ground. Now
you feel free. You begin to jump and spin with the music.
More instruments join in. There is a trumpet now. There are the soft tones
of a cello. Wait, is that an Uncello?

Somebody dances past you. It is surprising to see someone but you don’t
stop dancing. He is dark and handsome and his long cock bounces lovely
with his dancing hips.

A woman joins in. Her long blonde hair trails behind her. She smiles at you,
her pale cheeks flushed as she dances. The hair over her pussy is just as
golden as the hair on her head.

You keep dancing. It is good to see others. You dance with the man and
then dance with the woman. All of you are smiling and happy. There is no
jealousy on the dance floor.

More instruments join the music. There is a quick beat of a drum.

Trombones keep the beat with their deep tones. There is a shrill yet magical
sound of a pan flute.

There are more people dancing now. Black, white, Asian, Indian and others
you can’t identify. They are of all shapes and sizes but one thing they have
in common is that they are wonderful dancers.

The ballroom floor is filled with dancing bodies. You move among each
other with skill and grace.

A pale hand glides over your breast, sending shivers down your spine.

You briefly grip the cock of a tall dark man before releasing it.

A woman’s lips kiss the back of your neck before she dances away.

A man’s hands go to your hips, squeezing tightly before letting go.

You kiss an Asian woman’s bountiful breasts as you dance together.

All this touching is sending signals to your sex. You are getting soaking
wet. Desire runs down your legs. The troubles with Zachariah are forgotten
as you dance. Right now, you just want to fuck.

You think about touching yourself but that would stop your dancing. Your
hands must move with the music. You are too swept up in the sound to
stand still and masturbate.

But you can touch other people. You can slip a quick finger into a wet pussy
or grip a stiff cock. Well, at least for a moment before the music takes you
away from them again.

The music continues.

So does the dancing.

You get hornier and hornier but oddly enough, never tired.

At some point, you spot the butler at the doorway. She waves at you before
closing the doors shut.

You wave back and then you go back to dancing.

The joyous end.

Pick S

“S,” you say.

Len groans. “Then I want you to STROKE,”

Your hands go to your sex. In front of the dirty librarian, you run your
fingers up and down the lips of your pussy. Your hips grind against your
hands.

Heat rises to your cheeks. How can he do this? Your body is moving on its
own and you can do nothing about it.

Len settles back into his chair. He stares at your writhing body with a
wicked smile. His legs part and you can’t avoid looking at the bulge
growing under his pants.

Your fingers get bolder. A finger slips inside you and you clench around it.
It slides in and out of your pussy and you are embarrassed by how wet you
are. Is it the magic of his voice making you wet or is it just your body’s
natural reaction?

“PULL YOUR NIPPLES,” Len commands.

As the one hand keeps stroking you, the other hand moves up to one of your
breasts. Fingers pull on a nipple and you wince. Your nipple is hard and
gets harder as you pull on it.

The first hand keeps plunging into your sex. A second finger joins the first
and then a third. Your pussy is so wet that the fingers slip easily in. You
fuck yourself with your hand for the old man’s pleasure.

The other hand releases your nipple. Your relief is short lived as it moves to
the other breast. Sharp nails tug on your nipple and pull hard.
You gasp. Does that mean that you can speak now? You try to say
something and nothing happens. Apparently only sounds of pleasure and
pain are allowed.

“CLOSER,” Len commands.

Your body obeys. With your fingers still stroking your pussy and your other
fingers pulling your nipple, you walk over to him. You cry out as you lift
one leg and plant your foot on the arm of the chair. Your sex is exposed for
Len’s admiring eyes as you stroke harder.

A deep shame comes over you. Your body is doing lustful things right in
front of the old man. You are ashamed of how wet you are, embarrassed by
how lewdly your hips are rolling and humiliated by how much your pussy is
enjoying it.

Len touches your leg. His hand grips your thigh as you masturbate in front
of him. He leans in closer and sniffs your pussy as you stroke it.

“BOTH HANDS,” he commands.

You let go of your nipple and aid your other hand. Your fingers rub over
your clitoris while your other hand fucks your wet hole. It is a level of
coordination that you could never pull off on your own.

Len looks up at you. The leering grin fills you with shame. He controls you
completely and there is nothing that you can do about it.

“COME,” he commands.

Can he do that? Can he make you climax with just a word?

You come and you come hard. Your pussy clenches tightly around you as
you scream. Shudders rack your body. Your thighs quiver in front of the old
man but your body stubbornly stays in the same position.

“That was lovely,” Len says.

You wince as you keep stroking. Your pussy is too sensitive but your
fingers won’t stop.

“COME,” Len says again.

And just like that, you do. A second orgasm comes over you. You scream as
unimaginable pleasure fills your body.

You are gasping now. There is no time to enjoy the afterglow as your
fingers plunge back into your super-sensitive sex.

“STOP,” Len says. “GIVE ME YOUR FINGERS.”

You stop masturbating. Your body shudders with relief. You present your
hands to the old man, grateful for this small mercy.

Len leans forward and opens his mouth. Your stomach crawls as he sucks
your fingers into his mouth. His tongue slithers between your fingers while
his lips pucker. He sucks the juices off your fingers.

One hand is enough for him. He leans back and wipes his chin. You are
terrified that he going to order you to keep masturbating.

“Are you ready for another letter?”

You try to answer but you can’t even move your head.

“I will take that as a yes,” the Librarian says. “Let’s see. Ah, I have it. Do
you choose the letter, M, or the letter, B?”

You whimper. M? Does that mean masturbate? Your poor sex can’t take any
more stroking. What else can M stand for? Mash? Mess? Mop? You are
drawing a blank.

B is even more confusing. Bathe? Bury? What can this dirty old man mean?
“Oh, I forgot to ask directly,” Len says. “PICK!”
Which letter do you pick this time?

I choose M.

I choose B.
Pick L.

Len smiles. “LAP DANCE,” he says in that strange tone.

What? Does he expect you to give him a lap dance like this is a strip club?
The old man must be senile. You’re not going to do that!

You walk towards him. Oh hell, no! You fight it but your body keeps
moving. Closer and closer you get to him and when you are standing
between his spread legs, your hips begin to sway.

Oh, no. You grab your hair seductively. Your hips roll in front of the old
man’s leering face. The robe opens slightly and gives him peeks of your
naked body.

Heat rises to your face. You’re doing it. Despite your urge to scream and
run, your body is dancing for Len.

Your hips were just the start. The rest of your body moves to a music that
isn’t there. Hips, legs, arms and shoulders move together in a serpentine
rhythm. Your hands glide down and press the sheer robe to your naked
body.

“Very sinuous,” the Librarian says. Is that a compliment?

You spin around and face the fireplace. Your hips move in lewd ways. You
can’t see him, but you have no doubt that Len is watching every tantalizing
movement of your ass.

Slowly, your dancing body lowers your butt onto Len’s lap. You feel his
bulge immediately on your ass. Your lips want to frown in disgust but even
they refuse your control.

You grip the arms of the chair as you sit upon his lap. Your ass grinds onto
his crotch and pressing bulge. Up and down, around and round your
buttocks move on the old man’s crotch.
At least you have the robe on but as sheer as it is, it doesn’t make you feel
that much better.

Len groans behind you. He grabs your hips and holds on as you dance. His
hips thrust up and grind his crotch against your ass.

Your shame increases. You can’t control your body but you feel responsible
for it. His voice commands you but you feel that you should be able to stop
it somehow.

Suddenly, you stand back up. Is it over?

You turn around and grab the belt around your robe. As your hips keep
moving, you undo the belt. Your robe parts and Len’s leering smile gets
bigger.

Your betraying hands opens the right side of your robe and lets Len admire
your body for a long ten seconds before closing the robe again. The
modesty doesn’t last as your hands open the left side for Len’s amusement.
Again, you hold it open for him before closing.

You turn around. Ever so slowly, your pull the robe down from your
shoulders. You can imagine Len’s staring eyes as the robe reveals more and
more of your bare back until it falls past your ass and lands in a puddle on
the floor.

“Very stimulating,” Len says.

You spin back around. Len takes in the sight of your bare body and you feel
a new wave of embarrassment. Your body resumes dancing and your hands
glide over your breasts in a lewd manner.

Len pats his laps. “COME BACK,” he commands.

You present your ass to him once more. Back down you go and lower your
dancing ass to his crotch. This time you feel his pants, his belt and of course
his large bulge press against the bare skin of your ass.

Len is no longer content to just sit there. He reaches up and wraps his arms
around your writhing body. Hands cup your breasts and squeeze. He leans
forward and you feel his hot breath on your neck.

You groan. Is there no escape? You try once more to stop your body but it
keeps moving on top of his lap.

One of Len’s hands drifts down to between your legs. You wish that you
could stop him but your hands stay on the arms of the chair. You are
helpless as he presses his hand on the lips of your pussy.

You cry out. Holy shit, you are wet to the touch! When did this happen? Is
it the magic that controls your body or some sort of natural reaction to all
this dancing?

Len keeps his hand on your sex as you continue to grind. You are dancing
on his lap but you are also humping his hand. Up and down his fingers slide
along your wet lips.

Fuck, that feels good.

“Time for another letter,” Len says. “Let’s see. Do you want to pick the
letter, H, or the letter S?”

He gives you a moment to think. What can H stand for? Hump? No, you are
already doing that unless it means hump with him inside you.

What about S? Could that mean sex? If so, then H probably doesn’t stand
for hump.

Shit, it is hard to think when your body won’t stop grinding on the bulge in
his pants. It is even harder to think with Len’s fingers pressing against your
pussy. Fuck it, you need a moment!

“PICK,” Len commands and you don’t get that moment.

H or S?

I pick H.

I pick S.
I pick S.

Len groans and his bulge rises against your bare ass. He must really like
your answer.

“SUCK ME,” he commands in that eerie voice.

Oh, no! You should have seen that coming! Now, you really will!

You rise up from his lap. Instead of turning around like you expected, your
body walks around to the side of his chair. You bend over the side and reach
for his pants. You undo his belt, his pants, his zipper and then reach into his
underwear. His long cock pulses in your hand as you pull it out from his
pants. A bush of white pubic hair emerges from his pants as well.

His cock throbs. It is long and white. Brown spots cover his dick and your
hope it isn’t contagious. Maybe old dicks get spots?

You stroke his cock although he is already hard. Bent over like this, you are
getting a very close view of the head of his dick. Pre-come is already
forming on the slit of his head.

Down you go. Your lips open despite everything in your mind screaming to
keep them closed. His cock enters your mouth your tongue glides over his
length.

He tastes like hot paper. He smells of pulp. It dries your mouth just to have
him in it.

Len groans. He reaches for one of your dangling breasts and squeezes it.
His grip is powerful and his fingers dig into your flesh.

You whimper onto his cock. It makes his dick throb. Maybe he likes you in
pain.
It is no matter. Your body moves on its own. Up and down your head moves
while your lips suck tightly around him. Your tongue flutters along the
length of his slender dick.

You want to close your eyes but they refuse. The sight of his white pubic
hair and thrusting crotch won’t go away. You can’t ignore the sight of his
plump wrinkled balls.

Len holds onto your breast. He pulls down when your head moves up, He
smashes your breast to your chest when you move down. His fingers keep a
tight grip throughout it all.

The pain in your breast sends shivers through your body and straight to
your sex. Your empty pussy clenches and a moan of frustration vibrates
around Len’s cock. You wonder if the power controlling you will let you
spare a hand to stroke yourself.

You try. Your hands stay where they are, bracing your bent over body while
you suck the old man’s cock.

“CHOKE YOURSELF,” Len commands.

What? Does he think this is one of his dirty books?

Your head plunges down. The long cock hits the back of your throat. Your
lips close tightly and you struggle to breathe. Finally, you gasp for air and
cough with his dick deep in your throat.

Len groans and releases your breast. He moves his hand to your ass and
grabs it. Powerful fingers dig into your buttocks so tantalizingly close to
your wet pussy.

You resume sucking him. Up and down your head bobs. Wet slobbering
sounds come from your lips. You slurp your spit from his cock and keep
sucking. Hair falls in front of your eyes but you never stop moving.

“Very . . .inspiring,” Len groans.

Your pussy agrees. It clenches in a needy spasm. Desire runs down your
legs. Len’s fingers are so close to your pussy but also so damn far away.

“FASTER,” he commands.

You obey. Your lips slide up and down his length at a frightening speed.
The tip of his cocks rams the back of your throat over and over again. You
choke and keep going. You gag and keep going. Nothing will stop you.

Len groans. His fingers dig into your ass. If only he would move his hand
just a little closer and slip inside your needy sex!

He is oblivious to your needs. You can do nothing about it yourself. All you
can do is whimper as your lips keep sucking and your head keeps pumping.

Your lips begin to tingle. You are fucking your face onto Len’s cock. Spit
falls from your lips and soaks his pubic hair. Tears run down your cheeks as
you suck him faster.

Len cries out. You feel a hot gush splatter your throat. Len’s hand comes
down on your head and forces you down. Your nose is buried in his pubic
hair as he holds you there.

His cock keeps coming. A load of seed fills your mouth and then another.
Despite your disgust, your throat swallows on its own. Your tongue
lovingly licks his dick. Your cheeks cave in as you suck as much as you can
from his spurting cock.

When there is no more left, Len releases your head. “GET UP,” he
commands.

You stand straight up.

“That was satisfactory,” Len says.

He reaches for your sex. His finger slips right inside you. You cry out and
shudder from the welcome penetration.

“That was very enjoyable,” Len says. “Your mouth is worth having again. I
think I shall keep you as my assistant. At my age, I could use someone to
help with the books. This place gets dirty and we have already seen how
good your mouth can be. It goes without saying that your duties will also
include fucking me all hours of the night.”

You groan. Your pussy clenches tightly around his finger.

“Oh, don’t worry,” Len says. “I’ll let you read some of the books. I’ll fuck
you as you read them, but trust me, there are some very good books here.”

You think about resisting but you can’t bring yourself to fight. His finger
feels so good right now. You try to roll your hips and hump his finger but
nothing happens. Not a single part of your body moves.

Len strokes your pussy and tells you about the many, many, many duties
you will have to perform in very explicit detail.

The compulsory end.

Go back to the foyer.

No, you are not taking any more chances. The butler told you to stay in the
foyer and you went exploring. All that you have to show for it is a mouth
full of grit and a weird experience with a strange book.

Retracing your steps, you go back down the hall. The painting of Lord
Brisbane continues to intimidate any who comes near him. He seems to be
smirking. Was he like that the last time you passed this way? Knowing this
house, probably not.

You turn the corner, expecting to come to the foyer but instead, there is a
wide hallway with a tattered carpet and scorch marks on the walls. A burnt
chair sets next to a plush pristine chair. A scorched painting hangs on a
wall.

What the fuck? You turn back and go around the corner. This is the hallway
with the door to the library and whatever is going on in that room with the
crystal ball. You know for a fact that you didn’t come from the other end of
the hall. This should be the way to the foyer.

You go back into the scorched hallway. Was there a fire and you didn’t
notice? No, the carpet is different. The walls are of a green plaster you don’t
recognize. This an entirely different hall.

Fuck it, this house is a damn maze. You keep walking, expecting to find the
foyer eventually.

You take a few steps and feel a surge of desire between your legs. You are
so damn horny. Where did that come from?

Maybe it was the humiliating way you cleaned Len’s shoes. Maybe it is
from the hints of that pornographic book that you were reading. Maybe it is
this damn house robe that seems to caress and touch every part of your
body. Maybe it is just the fact that the first thing you did when you walked
into this house was strip.
Whatever the reason, and you have plenty, you just can’t take it anymore.
You need to think straight and that isn’t going to happen until you get off. If
you are lost, fine. You’ll use this abandoned hallway for some privacy.

You sit on the chair that isn’t burnt. It is a bit too firm but that is okay. You
only need it for a few minutes.

Looking both ways, you undo the belt of your robe. Your hand slips
between your thighs and onto your sex.

“Fuck,” you cry out. It is electric when you touch yourself. You are super-
sensitive to the touch. It is like you haven’t gotten off in years.

You lean back in the chair and get to work. Your fingers stroke and pet you
with the expertise that only you have. There is no need to summon a fantasy
or imagine a sexy situation; you have all the desire you need right between
your legs.

The rest of your body aches to be touched. You grab a breast while your
fingers stroke. Your legs part and your ass grinds against the seat of the
chair. As dry as your mouth is, you still bite down on your lip as your
pleasures comes closer.

You smell smoke. Your bare feet feel hot on the floor. A flush comes over
your skin.

It doesn’t stop you. Your orgasm is too close. You keep stroking.

Sparks fall around your face. You don’t stop masturbating but you do look
around. The ceiling is fine and so are the walls.

The sparks are coming from your hair. This should bother you but it
doesn’t. You just stroke faster.

Smoke rises from your sex. You sigh and smoke comes from your lips. The
smell of burning wood increases.
You stroke harder.

A warm sensation fills your body. You grab your breast and it is scorching
to the touch. Your nipple glows like hot metal.

Shouldn’t this hurt? It doesn’t. All you feel is the wonderful sensation of
your pussy getting touched.

Flames ignite along your skin. Your feet catch fire. The chair smolders
underneath you.

You release your breast and stroke your sex with both hands. You crave
more touching. You have something burning inside you that only an orgasm
can quench.

The chair beneath you catches fire. Flames engulf your body but you don’t
feel them at all. The only thing you feel is your yearning pussy.

You come. You let out a scream of pleasure. Everything grows impossibly
bright as pleasure explodes from your pussy and throughout your body.

In an instant, the fire vanishes. So does your body. A rain of ash falls onto
the chair and the carpet.

Your passions have reached a melting point inside this strange haunted
house.

The immolatory end.

Find a bathroom and get your mouth clean.

The hall widens. The walls change to light yellow wallpaper. The lamps are
replaced with recess lights in the ceiling. The floor is smooth tile with a
faint gray pattern. Is the pattern supposed to be birds or some sort of mask?
It is hard to tell.

The robe you wear continues to taunt you. The soft material glides across
your bottom like an admiring hand. The fabric pulls on your nipples and
makes them hard. The material left on your shoulder seem to grip tightly
like a lover’s embrace.

A painting hangs on the left wall. It shows a beautiful older woman with
long blonde hair who is being held in the air by rope. There is rope tied
around her arms and legs. Rope snakes around her ample pale breasts and
separates them. Another length of rope goes between her legs and is tight
against the lips of her pussy.

The woman has a bright smile. She looks very happy for someone who is
completely bound. This just goes to show that this really is a house of kinky
freaks.

A nameplate under the painting reads, “Lorelei, 1963-“

Beside the painting is a set of double doors. Something about the doors
intimidate you. Maybe you shouldn’t open them without a good reason.

You go down the hall. An open door reveals what you are looking for.
Finally! You found a bathroom!

It is small but exquisite. A large mirror hangs on the wall by the sink. The
sink is shaped like giant wooden bowl. Japanese prints hang on the wall and
depict nude women bathing. A toilet sits discreetly to the side, covered in
tasteful wood paneling.
You go to the sink. There is a faucet but no obvious controls. Maybe it is a
motion sensor? You have your hand over a few times.

Water begins to flow. It is a nice warm temperature. You cup your hands
under the water and bring it to your mouth. Taking a big mouthful, you
swish and spit it out. Your mouth already feels better.

You look at your reflection. Your cheeks are flushed. There is a smudge of
dirt above your lip. Your hair is a mess.

Your reflection smiles. You are not smiling.

You jump and back away. Your reflection stops smiling and holds her hands
up. She doesn’t want you to go.

What is happening? You study yourself. That is definitely you in the mirror
but it is not.

The mirror image relaxes when she sees that you are not leaving. She waves
hello at you.

You wave back.

Your mirror image smiles again. She slowly opens her robe and it slides
from her body. Or is it your body? It is getting confusing.

You look at your reflection’s body. There is something different. You are
used to seeing your body in mirrors, but seeing your body move without
your control gives you a separation that you don’t normally get. You look at
your body as if looking at a stranger and you know what? You are a lot
prettier than you thought you were.

She runs her hands over her breasts. You half-expect to feel her fingers but
nothing happens. She cups her breasts and squeezes them gently. Her
fingers play with her nipples. She tweaks them gently.
A moan escapes your lips. Your desire from earlier is still there and
watching yourself is turning you on. You are looking at your body and yet it
isn’t.

Your reflection lets go of her breasts and slides her hands down to her sex.
She runs her fingers over pussy lips that you know so well. A finger slips
inside and comes out soaking wet.

She brings her finger to her nipple. Around and round her finger goes,
smearing her juices onto her hard nipple.

You watch intently. Your breast is beautiful. You lick your lips. Your nipple
looks good enough to suck.

Your reflection points at you. Her finger drifts down and points to your sex.
She blows you a kiss.

She wants you to reciprocate. Her eyes are warm and inviting. Her hips
sway with anticipation.

You find it hard to stand still yourself. Part of you wants to open your robe
and join in with what your reflection is doing. Another part of you wants to
run the hell out of this weird bathroom and away from this mirror.
Do you stay and play with your reflection?

Why not? I trust myself.

Shit no, I am not fucking around with a magic mirror.

Why not? I trust myself.

If you can’t play with yourself, who can you play with? You think you read
that in a sex-help book once.

You open your robe. Your reflection smiles and claps her hands. A blush
comes to your cheeks. It is nice to get positive reinforcement from yourself.

She watches as you hold your breast. She licks her lips as you give your tit
a playful squeeze. She moans silently as you pull on your nipple.

It is strange to watch yourself lust for your body. It is also quite arousing.

Your reflection grabs her breasts too. Together you squeeze and grope
yourselves. Sometimes you imitate each other and it almost feels like you
are touching the other.

Eventually she lets go of her tits and she turns around. She presents her ass
to you, or is it your own ass to you? You keep getting distracted by these
kinds of questions.

Your reflection doesn’t seem to get distracted. She gives her ass a light slap.
You watch her buttocks jiggle.

A surge of desire goes through you. Wow, that is why your lovers like to
slap your ass. You have to admit that you have a great ass for it.

She looks over her shoulder, waiting for you to do the same.

You oblige. Pulling the robe from your body so that you are as naked as she
is, you turn around. For a moment, you are embarrassed to be presenting
your ass but then again, your reflection is not exactly a stranger.

She slaps her ass again. It is only fair to do the same. You slap your butt and
watch her. Your reflection’s eyes widen in admiration.
Together the two of you slap your asses. You take turns so that each of you
can admire the other. The slaps are light and playful. It is hard to tell which
is turning you on more; watching her ass getting hit or knowing she is
watching yours.

Your reflection turns back around. She tilts her head in that way you do
when you are feeling aroused and flirty. Her hand goes down to her pussy
and slides her palm over her sex lips.

You shiver as if she was touching you, which she kind of is. You do the
same with your hand, gliding it over your pussy lips in imitation with you.

She sighs and you wish that you could hear her.

Your reflection slips a finger into her pussy. You watch her shiver and add
another finger. She shudders and looks at you with lust in her eyes.

Yes, you are ready. You slip two fingers in and feel how nice it is. Your
mouth opens for a moan that you hope that she can hear.

She begins to stroke. Her hand moves just like yours. It is a perfect
imitation of how you masturbate except it is not you doing it.

Your hand does the same. Your pussy clenches tightly around your fingers.
Watching her, it is easy to imagine that it is her fingers you are clenching
around.

A gold streak shoots through her hair. A mole appears on one of her breasts.
The curving outline of a tattoo appears on her left thigh.

What is going on? You don’t know. You don’t care. The two of you keep
masturbating.

Your reflection shudders. She lifts one of her legs and places her knee on
the sink. Her legs open wider, she strokes deeper into her pussy.
You do the same. Lifting your leg up, you brace it on the sink. Your
reflection nods and smiles. She wants to admire the view.

The sound of your pussy getting stroked fills the bathroom. It is so loud in
this small room that it is easy to imagine that you are hearing her pussy as
well. You only wish that you could hear her groans.

She shudders. Her eyes narrow. There is a raggedness to her breathing that
you recognize. She is close to coming.

So are you. The two of you stroke faster.

Other changes happen to her body. Her breasts grow smaller. More streaks
of gold run through her hair. The tattoo on her thigh becomes clearer and
you see that it is a cross.

It is no longer your reflection in the mirror. It is a strange mix of you and

someone else. The differences are enough to make you feel like you are
masturbating with a stranger but the similarities are strong enough to make
you feel like you are masturbating with someone you know.

Your pussy doesn’t care. You cry out as your orgasm comes. You shake and
you put your hand out to touch the glass for support.

The woman in the mirror comes too. She puts her hand on the mirror on the
other side of yours. All you feel is the glass but it looks like the two of you
are holding hands as you come together.

“Fuck,” you whisper when you are done. You pull your hand away from
your sex and bring your leg down from the sink. Standing up, you let go of
the mirror and look at the woman on the other side.

She smiles back at you. Her face is her own now. An older woman looks
back at you, smiling with the content bliss of afterglow. She brushes her
golden hair out of her eyes and blows you a kiss.
You smile and blow her a kiss back. Then you turn the sink on and wash
your hands. When you look back up, you see her walk out of her copy of
the bathroom.

It is unnerving to look at the mirror and see an empty bathroom. You don’t
like it at all.

You turn and head for your own door. You take a single step and slam into
an unseen wall.

What the fuck?

You touch whatever stopped you. It feels like glass. You knock and there is
no sound.

Holding your hands on the invisible wall, you slowly explore the wall. It
extends back to the wall with the toilet, down to the floor and up to the
ceiling. You find another wall directly opposite.

You glance at the mirror with your hands on both invisible walls. The
confines of your prison match up with the edges of the mirror.

“Fuck, shit!” you snap.

You’re trapped. You slam your fist on the wall but it won’t budge. You are
not sure what is going on. Are you in the mirror now? Are you just trapped
in a bathroom? How do you get out? Do you wait until someone comes in
or do you have to wait until someone comes in the room on the other side of
the mirror?

You think back on the woman. She convinced you to masturbate. Is that
what you have to do? Do you have to get someone to come in and get off
before you can get out? It is worth a try.

You stand by the mirror and wait. Hopefully someone will come in soon.
You just hope that they don’t know about the trap of the mirror. If they do,
then you might have to wait for a stranger to house to come in. How long
will that take?

It might be awhile before you are free from the bathroom inside the haunted
house.

The reflective end.

Shit no, I am not fucking around with a magic mirror.

You run out of the bathroom. The door closes behind you. That is fine, you
had no interest in going back in there.

Is everything in this house creepy and weird? You are tired of all this
strangeness. You just want a phone and a way back to your car. Is that too
much to ask for?

You hear music. It sounds like flutes or pipes. The music is upbeat and your
feel your heart race to hear it.

That is more like it. You can deal with music. Where is it coming from?

You track the source to the double doors that you saw earlier. As you get
closer, other instruments join the flutes. There is a jingling sound like a
tambourine. A violin joins in and then another. Underneath it all, you hear a
piano softly playing.

The music is infectious. Your hips move with the music. An urge to throw
off your robe comes over you. Right now, you just want to dance.

You open the door. A giant ballroom looms before you. Chandeliers fill the
room with light and show off the rich brown floors made of hardwood.
Dark walls surround the room, giving the impression that the room sits in a
field of night sky.

Where is the music coming from? There is a section of the room set aside
for a band. Instruments sit unused in chairs. The piano lid is closed. No one
is playing music but the sound is coming from this part of the room.

The music shifts. It reminds you of your favorite song. Your hips begin to
sway and energy fills your body.

You need to dance! It doesn’t matter if you are alone. It is better than
hanging around your reflection or a dirty old man!
Moving to the center of the ballroom, you begin to dance. Back and forth
your hips move. Your shoulders join in and make strange arm gestures that
make sense with the music. You let yourself go to the music and sink into
the rhythm.

The robe is too clingy. You shed the robe and it drops to the ground. Now
you feel free. You begin to jump and spin with the music.

More instruments join in. There is a trumpet now. There are the soft tones
of a cello. Wait, is that a Chapman Stick?

Somebody dances past you. It is surprising to see someone but you don’t
stop dancing. He is dark and handsome and his long cock bounces lovely
with his dancing hips.

A woman joins in. Her long blonde hair trails behind her. She smiles at you,
her pale cheeks flushed as she dances. The hair over her pussy is just as
golden as the hair on her head.

You keep dancing. It is good to see others. You dance with the man and
then dance with the woman. All of you are smiling and happy. There is no
jealousy on the dance floor.

More instruments join the music. There is a quick beat of a drum.

Trombones keep the beat with their deep tones. There is a shrill yet magical
sound of a pan flute.

There are more people dancing now. Black, white, Asian, Indian, Hispanic
and others you can’t identify. They are of all shapes and sizes but one thing
they have in common is that they are wonderful dancers.

The ballroom floor is filled with dancing bodies. You move among each
other with skill and grace.

A pale hand glides over your breast, sending shivers down your spine.
You briefly grip the cock of a tall dark man before releasing it.

A woman’s lips kiss the back of your neck before she dances away.

A man’s hands go to your hips, squeezing tightly before letting go.

You kiss an Asian woman’s bountiful breasts as you dance together.

All this touching is sending signals to your sex. You are getting soaking
wet. Desire runs down your legs. The troubles of the night are forgotten as
you dance. Right now, you just want to fuck.

You think about touching yourself but that would stop your dancing. Your
hands must move with the music. You are too swept up in the sound to
stand still and masturbate.

But you can touch other people. You can slip a quick finger into a wet pussy
or grip a stiff cock. Well, at least for a moment before the music takes you
away from them again.

The music continues.

So does the dancing.

You get hornier and hornier but oddly enough, never tired.

At some point, you spot the butler at the doorway. She waves at you before
closing the doors shut.

You wave back and then you go back to dancing.

The joyous end.

Go walk gingerly to the foyer.

No, you are not taking any more chances. The butler told you to stay in the
foyer and you went exploring. All you have to show for it is a sore ass and a
weird experience with a strange book.

Retracing your steps, you go back down the hall. You walk slowly but it
doesn’t help. Your ass burns with every step.

The painting of Lord Brisbane continues to intimidate any who comes near
him. He seems to be smirking. Was he like that the last time you passed this
way? Knowing this house, probably not.

You turn the corner, expecting to come to the foyer but instead, there is a
wide hallway with a tattered carpet and scorch marks on the walls. A burnt
chair sets next to a plush pristine chair. A scorched painting hangs on a
wall.

What the fuck? You turn back and go around the corner. This is the hallway
with the door to the library and whatever is going on in that room with the
crystal ball. You know for a fact that you didn’t come from the other end of
the hall. This should be the way to the foyer.

You go back into the scorched hallway. Was there a fire and you didn’t
notice? No, the carpet is different. The walls are of a green plaster you don’t
recognize. This an entirely different hall.

Fuck it, this house is a damn maze. With your ass sore, you don’t feel like
walking back the other way. You decide to walk through the new hallway,
expecting to find the foyer eventually.

You take a few steps and feel a surge of desire between your legs. You are
so damn horny. Where did that come from?

Maybe it was the spanking your ass took as well as your sex. Maybe it is
from the hints of that pornographic book that you were reading. Maybe it is
this damn house robe that seems to caress and touch every part of your
body. Maybe it is just the fact that the first thing you did when you walked
into this house was strip.

Whatever the reason, and you have plenty, you just can’t take it anymore.
You need to think straight and that isn’t going to happen until you get off. If
you are lost, fine. You’ll use this abandoned hallway for some privacy.

Sitting in the chair isn’t going to happen. You go to a wall and lean on it
with your side. The wall is smelly but that is okay. You only need it for a
few minutes.

Looking both ways, you undo the belt of your robe. Your hand slips
between your thighs and onto your sex.

“Fuck,” you cry out. It is electric when you touch yourself. You are super-
sensitive to the touch. It is like you haven’t gotten off in years.

You lean against the wall and get to work. Your fingers stroke and pet you
with the expertise that only you have. There is no need to summon a fantasy
or imagine a sexy situation; you have all the desire you need right between
your legs.

The rest of your body aches to be touched. You grab a breast while your
fingers stroke. Your legs shift as you try to get deeper inside your pussy
without agitating your tender ass. You bite down on your lip as your
pleasures comes closer.

You smell smoke. Your bare feet feel hot on the floor. A flush comes over
your skin.

It doesn’t stop you. Your orgasm is too close. You keep stroking.

Sparks fall around your face. You don’t stop masturbating but you do look
around. The ceiling is fine and so are the walls.
The sparks are coming from your hair. This should bother you but it
doesn’t. You just stroke faster.

Smoke rises from your sex. You sigh and smoke comes from your lips. The
smell of burning wood increases.

You stroke harder.

A warm sensation fills your body. You grab your breast and it is scorching
to the touch. Your nipple glows like hot metal.

Shouldn’t this hurt? It doesn’t. All you feel is the wonderful sensation of
your pussy getting touched.

In fact, your ass doesn’t bother you anymore. It feels fine and you roll
against the wall so you can brace your back against it. Now you can reach
even deeper inside you.

Flames ignite along your skin. Your feet catch fire. A previously unburnt
part of carpet smolders underneath you.

You release your breast and stroke your sex with both hands. You crave
more touching. You have something burning inside you that only an orgasm
can quench.

The carpet catches fire. Flames engulf your body but you don’t feel them at
all. The only thing you feel is your yearning pussy.

You come. You let out a scream of pleasure. Everything grows impossibly
bright as pleasure explodes from your pussy and throughout your body.

In an instant, the fire vanishes. So does your body. A rain of ash falls onto
the scorched floor.

Your passions have reached a melting point inside this strange haunted
house.
The immolatory end.
Find a bathroom and find some way to cool your ass.

The hall widens. The walls change to light yellow wallpaper. The lamps are
replaced with recess lights in the ceiling. The floor is smooth tile with a
faint gray pattern. Is the pattern supposed to be birds or some sort of mask?
It is hard to tell.

The robe you wear continues to taunt you. The soft material glides across
your bottom and reminds you of the spanking you took. The fabric pulls on
your nipples and makes them hard. The material on your shoulders seem to
grip tightly like a lover’s embrace.

A painting hangs on the left wall. It shows a beautiful older woman with
long blonde hair who is being held in the air by rope. There is rope tied
around her arms and legs. Rope snakes around her ample pale breasts and
separates them. Another length of rope goes between her legs and is tight
against the lips of her pussy.

The woman has a bright smile. She looks very happy for someone who is
completely bound. This just goes to show that this really is a house of kinky
freaks.

A nameplate under the painting reads, “Lorelei, 1963-“

Beside the painting is a set of double doors. Something about the doors
intimidate you. Maybe you shouldn’t open them without a good reason.

You go down the hall. An open door reveals what you are looking for.
Finally! You found a bathroom!

It is small but exquisite. A large mirror hangs on the wall by the sink. The
sink is shaped like giant wooden bowl. Japanese prints hang on the wall and
depict nude women bathing. A toilet sits discreetly to the side, covered in
tasteful wood paneling.
The mirror is flat against the wall so there is no medicine cabinet there. You
look under the sink but it is bare. So much for finding some cream or even a
washcloth.

You go to the sink. There is a faucet but no obvious controls. Maybe it is a

motion sensor? You have your hand over a few times.

Water begins to flow. It is a nice cool temperature. Oh well, it is better than

nothing. You get your hand wet and then slip it under your robe and onto
your ass.

You hiss at first from the cold contact but then you relax. The cold water
helps the burning sensation. You slip off your robe and let it fall to the
ground. Getting your hands as wet as possible, you bring them to your ass
and let the cold water cool you down.

You look at your reflection. Your cheeks are flushed. Your eyes look
exhausted. Your hair is a mess.

Your reflection smiles. You are not smiling.

You jump and back away. Your reflection stops smiling and holds her hands
up. She doesn’t want you to go.

What is happening? You study yourself. That is definitely you in the mirror
but it is not.

The mirror image relaxes when she sees that you are not leaving. She waves
hello at you.

You wave back.

Your mirror image smiles again. She gets closer to the mirror and leans
towards you. It is clear that she is showing off her body. Or is it your body?
It is getting confusing.
You look at your reflection’s body. There is something different. You are
used to seeing your body in mirrors, but seeing your body move without
your control gives you a separation that you don’t normally get. You look at
your body as if looking at a stranger and you know what? You are a lot
prettier than you thought you were.

She runs her hands over her breasts. You half-expect to feel her fingers but
nothing happens. She cups her breasts and squeezes them gently. Her
fingers play with her nipples. She tweaks them gently.

A moan escapes your lips. Your desire from earlier is still there and
watching yourself is turning you on. You are looking at your body and yet it
isn’t.

Your reflection lets go of her breasts and slides her hands down to her sex.
She runs her fingers over pussy lips that you know so well. A finger slips
inside and comes out soaking wet.

She brings her finger to her nipple. Around and round her finger goes,
smearing her juices onto her hard nipple.

You watch intently. Your breast is beautiful. You lick your lips. Your nipple
looks good enough to lick.

Your reflection points at you. Her finger drifts down and points to your sex.
She blows you a kiss.

She wants you to reciprocate. Her eyes are warm and inviting. Her hips
sway with anticipation.

You find it hard to stand still yourself. Part of you wants to open your robe
and join in with what your reflection is doing. Another part of you wants to
run the hell out of this weird bathroom and away from this mirror.
Do you stay and play with your reflection?

Sure, it is not like she could do anything to me on her side of the mirror.

I am getting my sore ass out of here.

Sure, it is not like she could do anything to me on her side of the
mirror.

If you can’t play with yourself, who can you play with? You think you read
that in a sex column once.

You get closer to the mirror and nod your head. Your reflection smiles and
claps her hands. A blush comes to your cheeks. It is nice to get positive
reinforcement from yourself.

She watches as you hold your breast. She licks her lips as you give your tit
a playful squeeze. She moans silently as you pull on your nipple.

It is strange to watch yourself lust for your body. It is also quite arousing.

Your reflection grabs her breasts too. Together you squeeze and grope
yourselves. Sometimes you imitate each other and it almost feels like you
are touching the other.

Eventually she lets go of her tits. She leans forward and presses her lips to
the mirror. You watch it fog on her side.

You lean forward too. Your ass burns from the movement but you ignore it.
You kiss the spot where she had kissed. She smiles at you and licks her lips.

She goes back to the mirror and presses her lips against the glass where
your lips are. You look into each other’s eyes as your lips touch in spirit.

A shiver runs down your back. Can you get turned on kissing yourself? Is
that being a lesbian or is it just masturbation?

Your reflection breaks the pseudo-kiss. She leans against the glass and
presses her breast to the mirror. Her tit flattens against the glass. As she
looks at you, she mimes another kiss.
It is a simple request. You lean against the glass and ignore the pain from
your spanking. Your lips press against the glass that separates you from her
nipple. You suck on the glass, wishing you could taste her flesh.

She stands back up and smiles at you. She tilts her head in that way you do
when you are feeling aroused and flirty. Her hand goes down to her pussy
and slides her palm over her sex lips.

You shiver as if she was touching you, which she kind of is. You do the
same with your hand, gliding it over your pussy lips in imitation with you.

She sighs and you wish that you could hear her.

Your reflection slips a finger into her pussy. You watch her shiver and add
another finger. She shudders and looks at you with lust in her eyes.

Yes, you are ready. You slip two fingers in and feel how nice it is. Your
mouth opens for a moan that you hope that she can hear.

She begins to stroke. Her hand moves just like yours. It is a perfect
imitation of how you masturbate except it is not you who is doing it.

Your hand does the same. Your pussy clenches tightly around your fingers.
Watching her, it is easy to imagine that it is her fingers you are clenching
around.

A gold streak shoots through her hair. A mole appears on one of her breasts.
The curving outline of a tattoo appears on her left thigh.

What is going on? You don’t know. You don’t care. The two of you keep
masturbating.

Your reflection shudders. She lifts one of her legs and places her knee on
the sink. Her legs open wider, she strokes deeper into her pussy.

You hesitate. Can your ass take that? You decide to do it anyway. Lifting
your leg up, you brace it on the sink. You wince as your ass burns but you
don’t care. You know how sexy it looks because your reflection is doing it.

Your reflection nods and smiles. She appreciates your sacrifice.

The sound of your pussy getting stroked fills the bathroom. It is so loud in
this small room that it is easy to imagine that you are hearing her pussy as
well. You only wish that you could hear her groans.

She shudders. Her eyes narrow. There is a raggedness to her breathing that
you recognize. She is close to coming.

So are you. The two of you stroke faster.

Other changes happen to her body. Her breasts grow smaller. More streaks
of gold run through her hair. The tattoo on her thigh becomes clearer and
you see that it is a cross.

It is no longer your reflection in the mirror. It is a strange mix of you and

someone else. The differences are enough to make you feel like you are
masturbating with a stranger but the similarities are strong enough to make
you feel like you are masturbating with someone you know.

Your pussy doesn’t care. You cry out as your orgasm comes. You shake and
you put your hand out to touch the glass for support.

The woman in the mirror comes too. She puts her hand on the mirror on the
other side of yours. All you feel is the glass but it looks like the two of you
are holding hands as you come together.

“Fuck,” you whisper when you are done. You pull your hand away from
your sex and bring your leg down from the sink. Your ass is grateful that
you aren’t holding that position anymore. Standing up, you let go of the
mirror and look at the woman on the other side.

She smiles back at you. Her face is her own now. An older woman looks
back at you, smiling with the content bliss of afterglow. She brushes her
golden hair out of her eyes and blows you a kiss.
You smile and blow her a kiss back. Then you turn on the sink and wash
your hands. When you look back up, you see her walk out of her copy of
the bathroom.

It is unnerving to look at the mirror and see an empty bathroom. You don’t
like it at all.

You turn and head for your own door. You take a single step and slam into
an unseen wall.

What the fuck?

You touch whatever stopped you. It feels like glass. You knock and there is
no sound.

Holding your hands on the invisible wall, you slowly explore the wall. It
extends back to the wall with the toilet, down to the floor and up to the
ceiling. You find another wall directly opposite.

You glance at the mirror with your hands on both invisible walls. The
confines of your prison match up with the edges of the mirror.

“Fuck, shit!” you snap.

You’re trapped. You slam your fist on the wall but it won’t budge. You are
not sure what is going on. Are you in the mirror now? Are you just trapped
in a bathroom? How do you get out? Do you wait until someone comes in
or do you have to wait until someone comes in the room on the other side of
the mirror?

You think back on the woman. She convinced you to masturbate. Is that
what you have to do? Do you have to get someone to come in and get off
before you can get out? It is worth a try.

You stand by the mirror and wait. Hopefully someone will come in soon.
You just hope that they don’t know about the trap of the mirror. If they do,
then you might have to wait for a stranger to house to come in. How long
will that take?

It might be awhile before you are free from the bathroom inside the haunted
house.

The reflective end.

I am getting my sore ass out of here.

You grab your robe of from the floor and run out of the bathroom. The door
closes behind you on its own. That is fine, you had no interest in going back
in there.

Is everything in this house creepy and weird? You are tired of all this
strangeness. You just want a phone and a way back to your car. Is that too
much to ask for?

You put your robe on. You wince as it touches your spanked ass. You wish
that you had more time to cool your ass but at least you got to relieve some
of the pain.

Wait, is that music? It sounds like flutes or pipes. The music is upbeat and
your feel your heart race to hear it.

That is more like it. You can deal with music. Where is it coming from?

You track the source to the double doors that you saw earlier. As you get
closer, other instruments join the flutes. There is a jingling sound like a
tambourine. A violin joins in and then another. Underneath it all, you hear a
piano softly playing.

The music is infectious. Your hips move with the music. Your ass hurts
from the movement but you don’t care. Right now, you just want to dance.

You open the door. A giant ballroom looms before you. Chandeliers fill the
room with light and show off the rich brown floors made of hardwood.
Dark walls surround the room, giving the impression that the room sits in a
field of night sky.

Where is the music coming from? There is a section of the room set aside
for a band. Instruments sit unused in chairs. The piano lid is closed. No one
is playing music but the sound is coming from this part of the room.
The music shifts. It reminds you of your favorite song. Your hips begin to
sway and energy fills your body.

You need to dance! It doesn’t matter if your ass hurts. You want to move
and you are not going to let pain stop you.

Moving to the center of the ballroom, you begin to dance. Back and forth
your hips move. Your shoulders join in and make strange arm gestures that
make sense with the music. You let yourself go to the music and sink into
the rhythm.

The robe is too clingy. You shed the robe and it drops to the ground. Now
you feel free. You begin to jump and spin with the music.
The pain in your buttocks fade. As you twirl and move, you feel the
tenderness go away completely. For a moment, you wonder if you even got
spanked at all.

More instruments join in. There is a trumpet now. There are the soft tones
of a cello. Wait, is that a theremin?

Somebody dances past you. It is surprising to see someone but you don’t
stop dancing. He is dark and handsome and his long cock bounces lovely
with his dancing hips.

A woman joins in. Her long blonde hair trails behind her. She smiles at you,
her pale cheeks flushed as she dances. The hair over her pussy is just as
golden as the hair on her head.

You keep dancing. It is good to see others. You dance with the man and
then dance with the woman. All of you are smiling and happy. There is no
jealousy on the dance floor.

More instruments join the music. There is a quick beat of a drum.

Trombones keep the beat with their deep tones. There is a shrill yet magical
sound of a pan flute.
There are more people dancing now. Black, white, Asian, Indian, Hispanic
and others you can’t identify. They are of all shapes and sizes but one thing
they have in common is that they are wonderful dancers.

The ballroom floor is filled with dancing bodies. You move among each
other with skill and grace.

A pale hand glides over your breast, sending shivers down your spine.

You briefly grip the cock of a tall dark man before releasing it.

A woman’s lips kiss the back of your neck before she dances away.

A man’s hands go to your hips, squeezing tightly before letting go.

You kiss an Asian woman’s bountiful breasts as you dance together.

All this touching is sending signals to your sex. You are getting soaking
wet. Desire runs down your legs. The troubles with Zachariah are forgotten
as you dance. Right now, you just want to fuck.

You think about touching yourself but that would stop your dancing. Your
hands must move with the music. You are too swept up in the sound to
stand still and masturbate.

But you can touch other people. You can slip a quick finger into a wet pussy
or grip a stiff cock. Well, at least for a moment before the music takes you
away from them again.

The music continues.

So does the dancing.

You get hornier and hornier but oddly enough, never tired.

At some point, you spot the butler at the doorway. She waves at you before
closing the doors shut.
You wave back and then you go back to dancing.

The joyous end.

I pick H.

“H,” you say.

Len laughs. “HANDJOB,” he commands.

You keep dancing but now you bend over. He lets go of you as your hands
move between your thighs and reach for his zipper. You unzip him and
reach into his pants. Hic slender cock almost leaps into your hand as you
pull it from his underwear.

His cock is as pale as he is but it is dotted with brown spots. Is that

something that happens when you get old? It may look sickly but the cock
throbs in your hand and is as hard as a rock.

You settle back down on his lap but now you have his cock between your
legs. Your thighs close around his dick briefly and you feel it pulse. Your
own pussy clenches in response.

It occurs to you that you are not getting off if you are doing a handjob. Part
of you is relieved while the hornier part of you is very disappointed. You
can’t believe that part of you wants this disgusting old man inside you!

Len groans. “SPIT,” he commands.

You look down and spit onto his cock. Your hands smear your spit over his
length. You spit again and a third time for good measure. Every time you
do, his dick pulses in your hand.

Len leans back and your fingers curl around his length. Your fist begins to
pump him and Len lets out a loud groan. He grips the arms of the chair and
his fingers sink into the upholstery.

You try to stop but your body won’t listen. Your hand moves up and down,
stroking his long cock. Your other hand reaches into the thick white pubic
hair and strokes his balls. Together your hands work with better
coordination than they would have under your control.

Len groans again and your pussy clenches. You are aware of how wet you
are. You imagine how this long cock would fit inside you. You fantasize
about sliding forward and taking him inside you.

Where did that come from? It must be the magic controlling you. There is
no way that you could desire this asshole’s cock!

“FASTER,” Len commands.

You pump his cock faster. It gets dry and you spit again. Your hand pumps
up and down and the wet sounds are louder than the crackling from the
fireplace.

Len groans. His hips thrust and lifts your entire body up. He is stronger than
he looks.

You lean forward and press the lips of your pussy against his cock. Was this
your idea or the magic controlling your body? You don’t know and you
don’t care. The line between what you can control or not is becoming more
and more confused. All that you know is that it feels good to even be this
close to his dick.

Len’s cock pulses against your pussy. You use your hand to smear your sex
juices onto his cock. You rock forward, carefully humping his cock but not
letting it enter your lips.

If Len disapproves, then he isn’t saying anything. He just groans and grips
the arms of the chair tighter. His cock pulses in your grip and maybe that is
your answer on whether he approves.

When his cock is shiny with your pussy juices, you go back to stroking him.
Again, you wonder if this was your idea or not. It is so hard to tell anymore.
Len’s right hand lets go of the arm of the chair and reaches around your
chest. His fingers sink into your breast and squeeze hard. A shock goes
through your body; shooting from your groped breast down to your
clenching empty pussy.

You stroke his cock. Both hands wrap around his length as you pump him.
Pussy juice oozes through your tight fingers.

“Very . . .stimulating . . .yes,” Len babbles.

You stroke harder. Your grip is as tight as your pussy would be around him.

Len cries out. His hips rise and take you with them. His cock throbs and
then a long arc of seed shoots through the air and onto the rug.

You keep pumping. Your hands jack his pale cock as he shoots another
spurt, and then another and another. Seed flies from his cock and splatters
on the rug before you.

“ENOUGH,” Len groans and your fingers stop. You release his cock
although now your hands are covered in his seed.

“CLEAN THEM,” he commands and you wonder what he means.

Your hands know. They go to your mouth and your lips obediently open.
Your tongue goes to work and licks his seed from your fingers.

“That was satisfactory,” Len says.

You are still on his lap, cleaning your fingers. There is a lot of seed to clean.

Len lets go of your breast. You wince as you realize how sore it is. The old
man is definitely stronger than he looks.

He places his hand on your back and a shudder runs through you.
“That was very enjoyable,” Len says. “You made even a handjob into
something memorable. I think I shall keep you as my assistant. At my age, I
could use someone to help with these books. You can also help me punish
anyone who disobeys me. We’ll put these talented hands to work. It goes
without saying that your duties will also include fucking me all hours of the
night.”

You groan. His cock, although spent, throbs between your open thighs.

“Oh, don’t worry,” Len says. “I’ll let you read some of the books. I’ll fuck
you as you read them, but trust me, there are some very good books here.”

You summon all your will and try to sit up. Not a single part of your body
moves. He controls you and he has no intention of releasing you any time
soon.

Len runs his fingernails down your back and tells you about the many,
many, many duties you will have to perform in very explicit detail.

The compulsory end.

I choose B.

“B,” you blurt out.

Len leers at you. “BEND OVER.”

You turn around and face the fireplace. Locking your legs, you bend
forward. You place your hands on your knees for support as you bend
ninety degrees at the waist.

“Dripping wet I see,” Len says and it is true. Your traitor body is so turned
on that juices are dripping from the lips of your sex. You wish that you
could close your legs together but they refuse to obey you.

The old man gets out of his chair. A zipper is slowly pulled down. He
places his hand on your waist.

You want to protest but your mouth is not yours to command.

Something presses against your pussy lips. You know it is Len’s cock. What
does it look like? Is it as old-looking as the rest of him? Is it even hard?

Len pushes inside you. Oh yes, he’s hard alright! A slender but very firm
dick pushes deep inside you.

He grabs a handful of your hair. You cry out as he roughly pulls your head
back. Your legs shake and you worry about your balance.

“Let’s fuck, you rude tart,” Len says.

He starts slowly. His long cock takes its time pushing deep inside of you
and then pulling almost all the way out. His dick pulses as he thrusts and
you wonder how long he can last inside you.

Your pussy clenches tightly around him. Desire drips down your thighs.
You whimper with each thrust. Is the shame you feel because he is fucking
you or because it feels so good?

“Don’t be lazy, harlot,” Len says. “FUCK ME.”

That strange tones sends shivers through your body. Your hips go to work
and grind against his lap with his cock inside you. You clench tighter
around him. Your calves and thighs work together to fuck yourself on his
dick while staying bent over. The swinging of your tits almost throws you
off balance but your body does better than it ever did under your command.

“Very stimulating,” Len says. He pulls harder on your hair. “TELL ME

YOU LOVE IT.”

“I love it!” you shout. You impale yourself on his slender dick.

“AGAIN!,” he says.

“I fucking love it!” you cry out. Up and down your ass moves as you hump
him.

“BE DESCRIPTIVE,” Len commands.

Words pout from your lips. “I love your old man dick! I love how you make
me your slave! I love how you make me fuck even though I find you
disgusting! I love being your harlot! I love how you feel inside me! I love
how you degrade me! I love how you own my body no matter how much I
fight you!”

Where did that come from? Was anything you said true? Did he command
you to speak what you felt or did you say what he wanted to hear?

It isn’t clear to you. It is hard to think as you hump his cock. You know
your head hurts from him pulling your hair and you know every inch of his
long dick sliding inside you. Everything else is beyond your understanding.

“Are you ready to come, slut?” Len says. “ANWSER.”

“Yes!” you cry out.

He says nothing. You keep fucking him. The sound of your ass slapping
against his crotch is louder than the crackling of the fireplace.

“Would you like to come, slut?” Len asks. “ANWSER.”

“Yes!” you shout more emphatically.

He says nothing. His hand pulls harder on your hair and tears spring to your
eyes. It doesn’t stop your body from humping his cock.

“Do you want to come now, slut?” Len asks. “ANSWER!”

“Yes, please!” you scream.

“COME!” Len says.

You instantly do. Your orgasm explodes within your pussy and spreads
through your body. A scream erupts from your mouth.

Your body keeps fucking him.

“COME!” Len commands again.

You scream as another orgasm rocks your body. Your eyes dilate. Your
mouth hangs open as you shudder uncontrollably.

Your body keeps fucking Len’s cock.

“COME!” Len says again.

Unbelievably, you climax again. Pleasure washes through your body while
it keeps humping Len. Somehow you stay in your bent-over position
despite an overwhelming urge to collapse to the ground.
Len groans and you wonder if he has another command. His cock shudders
inside you and then you feel a hot surge of seed. He releases your hair and
grabs your hips with hands.

He is coming inside you! You try to move away but your body won’t obey.
In fact, your pussy muscles clench tightly around him and try to get every
drop.

“Ah yes,” Len moans and he picks up your body with an amazing strength.
He steps backwards, carrying you as he sits back down in his chair. You
land on his lap with his cock still inside you.

“That was very enjoyable,” Len says. He is whispering directly into your
ear. “Far too enjoyable to only do once. I think I shall keep you as my
assistant. At my age, I could use someone to help take care of the books.
You can also help me punish anyone who abuses the books. Would you like
that? I might even let you fuck them, for my amusement of course. It goes
without saying that your duties will also include fucking me all hours of the
night.”

You groan. His cock, although spent, throbs inside you.

“Oh, don’t worry,” Len says. “I’ll let you read some of the books. I’ll fuck
you as you read them, but trust me, there are some very good books here.”

You summon all of your will and try to sit up. Not a single part of your
body moves.

Len whispers into your ear and tells you about the many, many, many duties
you will have to perform in very explicit detail.

The compulsory end.

You know what? Fuck this weird place. I’m heading back to my car.

Yeah, none of this feels right. Someone getting tortured in the kitchen? A
freaking laboratory with a masturbating woman? Screams from the cellar?
This is something out of a horror movie and not one of those good movies
you watched when you were younger. No, this is like one of those fucked
up kinky horror movies where the lone woman gets fucked silly before they
get around to killing her and the only lone woman around here is you.
Sleeping in your car is better than whatever scary kinky shit is waiting for
you inside.

You walk back around the porch and down the front steps. The rain comes
down harder and your visibility is reduced to nothing. The wind blows so
hard that is howling.

That doesn’t stop you. If anything, it convinces you that you are making the
right decision. Fuck this creepy house and fuck this weather.

You go down the cobblestone path. Without the light of the house to guide
you, it is much harder to see. You keep your head down and focus on
staying on the path.

Something small runs across the ground in front of you. You stop and then
something wraps around your hand. Before you can react, there is a sharp
tug on your hand and you fall backwards

You hit the wet ground hard. The air is knocked out of you. As you try to
rise, something small and heavy lands on your chest. The air is knocked out
of you again as you slam into the mud.

Lightning flashes. You look at your hand. A thin rope is wrapped around it.

What the fuck?

You try to get up again. Multiple small shapes jump back on your chest and
other parts of your body. More rope wraps around your other hand. Rope
wraps around your ankles and your legs are pulled apart. Rope binds your
chest and you hear stakes being hammered into the ground.

“What is going on?!” you yell.

Lightning flashes and there is something right next to your face. It is one of
those naked lawn gnomes, with his stupid hat, stupid beard, stupid grin and
ridiculous hard cock but this lawn gnome is moving!

“Looks like someone turned down the sanctuary of the house,” the gnome
says.

Cheers erupt from all around you. You try to turn your head but someone
has tied your hair to a stake and your head is stuck cheek down to the
ground.

“You know what that means?” the first gnome says. “She’s all ours!”

Another cheer erupts from around you.

“What the fuck shit does that mean?” you yell.

“Let’s show her, boys!” the lead gnome says.

Something sharp pokes your back. You flinch and feel the sharpness drag
down your skin. Sharp points poke your arms and legs. Especially sharp
objects poke your thighs.

There is tearing. You feel the rain on your naked skin. Water strikes your
bare breast. Your clothes are cut and torn from your body.

“Stop!” you yell. “You can’t do this!”

The gnomes laugh. They work fast and it only takes a minute to strip you
naked. Every scrap of cloth has been cut and pulled from your body. The
rain falls on your naked skin while you writhe in the mud against your
bounds.
“Good job, boys!” the gnome in front of your face says. “That was our best
time, yet. Now let’s soften her up a bit!”

“What?” you ask but they ignore you. The lead gnome steps forward and
points his giant cock at your mouth. You try to turn your head away but it is
pinned down by rope and stakes. His thick cock pushes past your tight lips
and into your mouth.

You try to cry out but the cock gags your mouth. Your teeth close but his
cock is supernaturally hard. It is like trying to bite down on stone.

“Yeah, suck it down, Miss!” the gnome says. His tiny hips pump as he fucks
your mouth. The sight of his fat belly moving back and forth would make
you laugh under any other circumstance.

Another gnome moves between your legs. A cock as thick as the one in
your mouth pushes into your pussy. The wet cock slips deep inside you. The
girth is immense. His tiny hands grab your thighs as he fucks your sex.

Other gnomes use your body. One gnome climbs between your breasts
while other gnomes push your tits together. Your breasts are pulled tight
around the gnome cock as he fucks them.

A gnome sucks on your toes. It feels weird and his beard tickles the flat of
your foot.

On your other foot, a gnome pushes his cock between your big toe and your
second toe. He fucks your toes with a fury you wouldn’t believe from such
a little guy.

Thick cocks slap against your arms. A cock is placed in each palm as
gnomes curl your fingers around them. You can’t move your hands but that
is okay, the gnomes are more than happy to fuck your fingers.

Lightning flashes and the thunder rolls above you. Rain falls on your bare
body as the gnomes use you. Mud clings to your body and rides up your
ass. Thin ropes bite into your skin and keep you pinned.

This is insane. How did you get here? How did a broken-down car lead to
this weird house and this bizarre gnome gangbang? Have you lost your
mind?

“Taste my silver!” the gnome in your mouth says and there is a flood of
thick liquid in your mouth. It tastes metallic and salty. You choke but he
keeps thrusting into your mouth until his giant cock is drained.

He isn’t the only one coming. A torrent of hot seed fills your pussy. A hot
stream of seed soaks your foot from where the gnome is fucking your toes.
A gush of seed soaks your chest and neck from the gnome fucking your
breasts. Splashes of seed land on random parts of your arms and legs as the
masturbating gnomes get off.

It doesn’t slow them down. The gnome in your mouth pulls out and another
gnome takes his place. A new cock is shoved into your mouth and it is just
as big as the last. A fresh cock plunges into your messy pussy. Two thick
cocks, lying on top of each other are smashed between your tits and they
happily fuck them.

You groan. The weirdness is affecting you. You lick the hard member in
your mouth. Your pussy clenches tightly around the stone cock inside you.
Your nipples are hard from all the attention. Even the gnome sucking your
toes is making you shudder.

The gnomes have big cocks but their endurance is still small. The gnome in
your mouth comes and once more you are tasting salty metal. The gnome
between your legs pumps your pussy full of seed. More seed sprays onto
your chest, legs, arms and goddamn it, your hair too.

Their endurance is small but they are so many of them. As soon as one cock
leaves your body, another takes its place. Once more your mouth is stuffed
with cock. A new cock crams your pussy. Fresh cocks slip between your tits
and fucks your seed-splattered breasts.
It keeps raining but you don’t feel clean. The gnome come sticks to you.
Grubby hands paw your flesh and leave muddy gnome handprints behind.

Your body tenses. Are you going to come? Shame sweeps over you but you
don’t care. Your thighs strain against the rope restraints. You try to grind
against the giant gnome cock inside you. Shudders run through your body
that have nothing to do with the rain.

The gnomes pound you. They fuck your mouth. They fuck your tits. They
fuck your pussy. At least three gnomes have fucked your toes. Some kinky
bastard keeps slapping his cock against your ear.

You climax. The ropes hold you tight as you shake within your restraints.
Pleasure sweeps over you and you groan into the uncaring cock that is using
your mouth. Bliss fills your body and for one moment, you feel like you are
outside of your body.

The afterglow is short-lived. The gnomes keep fucking, coming and fucking
some more. There is no rest for your body.

How many gnomes are there? Your pussy feels stuffed with all the come
you have taken. Your throat is raw from the seed that you have swallowed.
Your tits are slick slippery messes from all the ejaculate on them.

The rain comes to a stop. You are barely aware of it as the gnomes keep
using you. Your lips are bruised from the hard thrusts. Your pussy aches
from the countless cocks. Your toes have a cramp in them.

A howl echoes through the night. The gnomes all stop in mid-thrust.

“Aw, hell,” a gnome says. “Alright, time to take this prize home.”

Home? What does that mean?

Rope cinches across your body. Stakes are pulled up but you are still held
down. It doesn’t matter. You don’t have the strength to escape anyway.
Your feet are bound together while your hands are tied behind your back. A
hundred gnome hands drag you across the mud.

Another howl goes out. Is that a fucking wolf? Or something worse?

The gnomes pick up your muddy come-soaked body. They hoist you on
their shoulders which is only about eight inches off the ground. Together
they carry you quickly.

You try to see where you are going. It is too dark to see but suddenly you
feel the sensation of going down. Dirt brushes against your face and tits. A
root snags your nipple.

This is what they meant by home. The gnomes are taking you under the
ground. They are taking you away from things that howl and people that
live in houses. They are taking you away from yards, cars and a world that
makes sense. They are taking you deep underground where they can use
you as they wish and you have the feeling that you will never see the world
above again.

Maybe you would have been better off being ravished inside a haunted
house rather than fucked forever underground by hung gnomes?

The deep down end.

I’m going through the lab window and seeing what gave that woman so
much pleasure.

The way that the woman moved and the way she cried out has you curious.
It also has you horny and jealous. What was she using?

Before you go in, you look again to make sure no one is there. It is all clear.
You open the window as far as it can go. Luckily, there is no screen. Do
they not get bugs out here?

You climb through the window. Once again, luck is on your side as there is
nothing by the window to get in your way. In fact, the area around the
window is remarkably clear considering how messy the rest of the room is.

Calling the room messy is an understatement. Strange items are piled on top
of one another. The table with straps is clear but the other two tables in the
room are filled with test tubes and bottles of bubbling liquids. The shelves
on the walls are packed with junk like lightning rods, scalpels, old
television screens and what looks like a plastic skeleton rib cage. Hanging
from the ceiling is a purple fan shaped like a pinwheel. You have an urge to
spin it.

There are two doors leading out of the room. One door is in the corner and
has no less than six deadbolts locking it. The other door has only one lock.
There isn’t a phone that you can see.

Now, what in the world was that black woman using to get off? There are
plenty of weird things here, but none that look easy to fuck. Could she just
have been humping random junk?

Something catches your eye. The base of the table has two small cabinet
doors. Could she have stored it in there?

You squat down and open one of the doors. A small light comes on inside
the cabinet to illuminate the object within. It is a man’s head with thick dark
hair. The mouth is open and his lips are wet. It looks amazingly lifelike.
Eww, did she hump this fake head? You reach out and wipe the lips. Yep,
that feels like pussy juice. Damn, she didn’t even wipe it.

The head’s eyes open. They look at you and the lips move. The head licks
his lips and then flicks his tongue at you in a lewd manner.

You scream and slam the door shut. What the fuck was that? It must be a
robot or a toy, right?

Once you calm down, you open the cabinet door again. The light comes
back on and the head looks at you. It smacks its lips and makes obvious
licking motions with its tongue.

You work up your courage and reach in to touch the top of the thing’s head.
The hair feels read. The skin feels real. When you lower your fingers to the
thing’s mouth, the tongue feels very real.

You scream again and close the cabinet door. Fuck, shit! Is that what the
woman was humping? Was it getting head from the head?

What’s behind the other door? Do you want to know? You have to look, if
only to find a machine or something that explains what the head is.

You open the second cabinet door. Another light comes on to reveal a cage
that fills the cabinet space. Something small is moving in the cage.
Actually, many small things are moving.

They are human hands. There are two black hands and three white hands.
They have sealed stumps at their wrists. Using their fingers, the walk like
spiders around the cage.

Fuck, shit! This is worse than the head. They look so lifelike and the stiches
on one of the white hands looks fresh. When two of the black hands are
close to one another, they look like they came from the same person.
The hands rush to the cage door. Thankfully they can’t open it on this side.
The hands bounce and jump like they are excited. One of them forms a
circle with its fingers while another hand thrusts into it. They seem to enjoy
making the obscene gesture.

You slam the cabinet door shut. This is fucked up. You know deep down
that these are not machines or sex toys. These body parts are real and for
some reason, they seem very horny for disembodied parts.

Where did the woman get these parts? You look at the table with the straps.
Maybe she collects them from people strapped to this table?

It is time to get out of here. It is time to go back through that window and
run back to your car. Fuck it, maybe you should leave the car and just run
down the road until you find a safe place to be.

The rain picks up outside. A strong breeze comes through the window.
There is a creaking sound above you.

You look up and see the purple pinwheel turning. It is spinning quite fast.
The purple changes to thistle to mauve to orchid to heliotrope to mulberry
to purpureus to eminence to palatinate.

The colors wash over you. Heat rises between your thighs. A long sigh
escapes your lips. A flush of desire soaks your panties.

Your body feels so sensitive. You kick off your shoes. You whip off your
shirt. You wiggle out of your pants. Your breasts need to be free so you pull
off your bra. Your panties are soaked and you pull them from your crotch
and discard them.

The pinwheel has stopped turning but your body is in a state if unbearable
arousal. You grab your breast and plunge your hand into your sex. Fingers
dig deep within your sex and bring a tiny amount of relief.

You need more to sate this lust and make no mistake, you will sate this lust.
It is overwhelming. Getting off is the only thing that you care about. You
need to come and you are going to need some help.

It is a good thing that you know where a willing mouth is. If you want
something more tactile, you know five hands more than willing to serve. It
is just a matter of figuring out which cabinet door to open.
How are you going to satisfy this unholy need between your legs?

I’m getting the living head.

I’m letting out the moving hands.

I’m getting the living head.

Some part of you thinks that this is a terrible idea. You have no idea what
that head is and whether it is even safe to have it between your legs. A tiny
part of you is appalled by the very thought of it.

The rest of you is only thinking of purple and how badly you want to
climax.

You squat back down and open the cabinet door. The light comes back on
and the head smiles at you. He licks his lips and stares at your bare sex.

“Do you have a name?” you ask.

The head moves his lips but you don’t hear anything. Oh right, he doesn’t
have lungs. Where is the voice box located anyway?

It doesn’t matter. You grab ahold of the head and remove him from the
cabinet. His eyes stop staring at your pussy and stares at your breasts
instead. He sticks his tongue out towards your nipples.

Even the severed head of a man still likes tits.

You bring the head to your breast. Lips kiss your skin. A nimble tongue
flicks your nipple. The mouth closes around your breast and sucks gently.

Shivers run down your back and straight to between your legs. That feels
nice! The head has a talented mouth. His tongue is skilled and his lips are
gentle.

You pull the head from your breast. Your nipple leaves the head’s lips with
an audible POP. You bring the head to your other breast and he resumes
sucking on your nipple. This time he bites down just enough to send
shudders through your body.
“Shit, you don’t have much but you know how to use it,” you say.

The head smiles up at you with your nipple in his lips.

Your pussy clenches together. You found out what you needed to; his mouth
is perfect.

You look around for a place to sit. The only space is the table with straps
and even in your purple haze of lust, you don’t feel comfortable sitting
where people have been tied down. It looks like you will just have to stand
just like the woman you spied on was doing.

That’s fine with you. Holding the head with both hands, you slowly bring it
down your body. The head kisses your skin, licking and nibbling as it slides
down your chest, over your belly, onto your waist and further down to your
sex.

The head licks the outside of your pussy lips. You expected it to dive right
in but no, it is savoring the outside of your sex. Short fluttering licks go
down one side of your pussy and up the other. The tongue wiggles against
the lips of your sex but doesn’t enter them. It is content to lick from side to
side and tease you.

You let out a long moan. Your eyes close and you see the purple pinwheel
and all its colors. The breeze comes in through the window and you feel it
kiss your naked body.

The head grows bolder. His tongue briefly darts inside you before returning
to lick the outside of your sex. A few licks later, his tongue dips back inside
for a longer lick before slipping out. A few licks after that, the tongue goes
back into your pussy and licks deeper than you thought was possible.

You shudder. Your hips roll against the face between your legs. You tighten
your grip around the head.

He is eating you out now. His tongue moves deep inside you and licks in all
the right places. Lips pull on your nether lips. Teeth nip gently and when
you flinch, his tongue licks faster.

The sound of your pussy getting eaten fills the room. It is a wet messy
sound that echoes through the large room. If anyone were to be outside the
window now, they would hear the pussy eating for sure.

You groan and pull the head tighter against your sex. Your hips move and
grind against its face. You realize that you are a perfect imitation of what
you saw the black woman doing earlier.

The head looks up at you. His eyes stare with intensity as he licks you. Is he
watching your breasts tremble? Is he watching your mouth moan? Is he
watching your body writhe as he brings you closer to orgasm?

You wish that you could ask him. Maybe you can come up with a system
that involves him blinking in response to your answers. That might work.

The head’s incredible tongue reaches deep inside you and you forget all
about communicating with him. His tongue dances inside you, flicking and
lashing at places you didn’t know that you had.

You groan. He licks harder.

You shake. He licks faster.

You start to gasp as you come closer to orgasm. He finds your most
sensitive spot and licks it over and over again.

He makes you come. You scream while holding this strange head between
your legs. Your body quivers and the head keeps licking. His tongue is
inside you as you ride through the orgasm.

When you can no longer take anymore, you pull the head away from your
pussy. The head’s mouth and chin is dripping with pussy juice. You think
about wiping it but the head’s tongue snakes out and licks most of it up.

“That is one amazing tongue,” you say.

The head smiles.

You set the head back down inside the cabinet. He doesn’t seem to mind as
you close the door.

Your head starts to clear and the strangeness of what you just did sinks in.
You just fucked a head? And you are pretty sure that was a real person’s
head? What has gotten into you?

It was the pinwheel. Somehow when it spun, the colors affected your body.
It made you consider and do things that you would never have agreed to.

Strangest of all, it worked out pretty well. You let a head lick you and it felt
great. It makes you wonder if you should give the hands a try. Maybe you
would enjoy them as well.

The door with the six bolts sits in the corner. What is locked away there?
Maybe there is something more substantial than what can be locked in a
cabinet?

There is the other door to consider. It looks normal and probably leads to
another room or maybe the hallway. Maybe you are curious enough to
explore the rest of the house?

Of course, if you have had enough weirdness for one night, you go just go
back out the window and head back to the car.
What curiosity will you sate next?

I’m giving the moving hands a try.

I’m going to unlock the six deadbolts and see what’s behind the door.

I’m going to try the normal looking door.

I’m going back out the window and return to my car.

I’m letting out the moving hands.

Some part of you thinks this is a terrible idea. You have no idea what those
hands are and whether it is even safe to have them between your legs. A
tiny part of you is appalled by the very thought of it.

The rest of you is only thinking of purple and how badly you want to
climax.

You squat back down and open the cabinet door. The light comes back on
and the hands skitter around the cage. They seem excited. How can they tell
what is going on without eyes or ears?

It doesn’t matter. You open the cage door. A black hand comes out first and
you pick it up. It wiggles in your hand and you press is against your sex.

The hand slips a finger inside of you. It wiggles and thrusts deep. The other
fingers cling to your pussy lips and hold on.

You groan. This is what you needed. The hand strokes you with practiced
skill.

The other hands don’t wait. They stand on their fingers like spiders and
crawl to your body. You sit down; not caring that your bare ass is on the
dirty floor.

One of the hands jumps and lands right on your breast. Your nipple is
trapped between its fingers as they close around you. The hand squeezes
and sends shudders through your body.

The black hand that is the twin of the one inside your pussy grabs your
thigh. Powerful fingers clench and release. It scoots over a few inches and
squeezes again. It is like a powerful massage.
The other two hands climb onto your body. They move with amazing grace
and speed up your chest. One stops at your free breast and cups your breast.
It holds onto your tit and squeezes.

As for the other hand, it keeps going. It goes to your neck and strong fingers
encircle your throat. They squeeze gently and you gasp.

You let out a groan. The purple haze is still clouding your mind. Animated
hands are groping your body but all you care about is the sensations they
are giving you.

The hand inside your pussy keeps stroking while the other hands keep
squeezing. Your breasts are groped and mauled. The hand on your thigh
keeps giving you a massage. The fingers around your throat squeeze tighter
and you enjoy the intimate threat of the hand.

You lay back on the floor and spread your legs wider. The hands on your
breasts hold as they keep playing with your tits. The hand around your
throat lets go and moves to your mouth. Your lips open and it slips three
fingers into your mouth. You suck on the fingers as it fucks your lips.

The hand inside your pussy adds another finger. The other fingers brace as
the hand finger fucks you. It plunges in and out of your wet pussy.

You realize the hand on your thigh is gone. Where did it go? You almost
look for it but that would require moving and disturbing the hands already
on you.

The hand on your face keeps fucking your mouth. The hands on your
breasts link fingers and use each other to pull hard on your tits. The hand in
your pussy adds a third finger and you shudder in pleasure.

Without warning, the hand you were sucking leaps off your face. You moan
in disappointment before a new hand climbs onto your face. It is the hand
that was gripping your thighs. You open your mouth and new fingers plunge
between your lips.
Something pinches your hip. You flinch and it pinches again. There is a
pushing motion on the side of your ass.

You roll over onto your side. The hands cling to your body and stay in their
positions. You lift your leg so the hand in your pussy can keep fingering
you.

Something wet and slick presses against your asshole. It is the hand that
you were sucking earlier. The slick finger pushes and pushes against the
tight ring of your asshole. You are so lost in purple sensation that you do
nothing as the wet finger slips right up your ass.

You groan and shudder. Fingered in your pussy, mouth and ass, you feel
filled. The hands on your tits squeeze, pinch and pull like teenagers.

The fingers in your mouth thrusts hard. The hand pounds your lips. Your
tongue licks the fingers as they ruthlessly use your mouth.

The fingers in your pussy fuck quickly. The wet sound of your pussy fills
the laboratory. The hand rotates and the thumb presses against your clit.
The fingers keep thrusting while the thumb rubs your sensitive button. The
hand has more agility than you have ever managed.

The fingers in your ass are slow. Gently they slip inside your tight hole and
slowly they pull back. The finger feels so tight inside you as it slowly
invades your most personal space. The other fingers press against your
buttocks, making you constantly aware of the strange oddity that is fucking
your ass.

It is too much. You writhe and moan on the dirty floor as your climax
comes closer and closer. Your own hands go to the hand on your pussy and
you press down as it fucks deep inside you.

You come. Your cry of pleasure is gagged by the thrusting fingers in your
mouth. Your ass clenches tightly around the finger inside you. Your pussy
spasms around the slick fingers fucking it.
Simultaneously, the hands let go of your body. You gasp as fingers leave
your tits, mouth, pussy and tender asshole. Obeying some unspoken
command, they skitter back to their cage inside the cabinet.

Using your leg, you close the cage door behind them. The cage locks on its
own. Still using your foot, you close the cabinet door as well.

You lay there exhausted. What just happened? You let some hands fuck you
and it felt great. How the hell did that happen?

You look up at the pinwheel. Somehow when it spun, the colors affected
your body. It made you consider and do things that you would never have
agreed to.

A laugh spills from your lips. You would certainly agree to do them now!
That was awesome. You wonder how good that head would be between
your legs

You force yourself to stand up. Afterglow makes you move slowly. You
lean on the table with the straps and look around the room again.

The door with the six bolts sits in the corner. What is locked away there?
Maybe there is something more substantial than what can be locked in a
cabinet?

There is the other door to consider. It looks normal and probably leads to
another room or maybe the hallway. Maybe you are curious enough to
explore the rest of the house?

There is also the matter of the head in the cabinet. Doesn’t it deserve a try?

Of course, if you have had enough weirdness for one night, you go just go
back out the window and head back to the car.
What curiosity will you sate next?

I’m giving the head a try.

I’m going to unlock the six deadbolts and see what’s behind the door.

I’m going to try the normal looking door.

I’m going back out the window and return to my car.

I’m giving the moving hands a try.

The pinwheel must still be affecting you because you want to see what the
hands can do. After holding that head, you are in the mood for someone or
something else to do the holding.

You squat down again in front of the cabinet. The door opens and the light
comes back on. The hands are in the cage, moving closer to the door.

Taking a deep breath and then releasing it, you open the cage door. The
hands crawl out on their strange spider walk. They skitter over to your foot
and gently stroke your skin with their fingers.

Wow, they are much softer than you imagined. You wonder if the black
woman lotions these hands. Maybe the hands lotion themselves.

You pick up a hand. It points a finger at your mouth. The finger does a
small thrusting motion.

Okay, why not? You bring the hand to your mouth and open wide. The hand
places its finger between your lips and you suck on it. Oddly, it tastes like
blueberries.

The other hands climb onto your leg. You stand up and they have no trouble
climbing your body. One of the hands stays on your inner thigh and
squeezes gently in a massaging manner. One hand stops at your breast and
cups it carefully. A third hand climbs onto your shoulder and squeezes.

The fifth hand goes to your sex. You were expecting that. It is forward and
slips a finger right into your drenched sex. The finger pushes deep and you
cry out.

You moan and shudder in place. The finger inside your mouth thrusts in a
simulation of fucking. The hand on your breast tweaks your nipple. The
hand on your shoulder squeezes like a massage. The hand on your thigh
clenches tightly like a lover. The hand on your sex adds a second finger to
thrust inside you.

Something sharp stings your ass. You spin around and see the dark woman
from earlier standing with a syringe. She laughs as the room spins and

everything

goes

dark.

Slowly you push your way through a fog and try to move. Something is
holding your wrists and ankles down. You are lying on something hard and
unforgiving. Up above you is the stationary pinwheel.

You are strapped to the table! Your naked body is held down and you are
disturbed by how far apart your legs have been spread. This isn’t good!

“You woke up fast,” a voice says. It is the black woman. She is wearing a
white robe that has quite a few stains on it. Her eyes are wide and have a
quality to them that can only be described as insane.

“What did you do to me?” you ask.

“Just a little potion I brew from time to time,” the woman says.

“You’re a scientist?” you ask. You are just trying to keep her talking and
maybe make friends with her.

“Oh no,” the woman says. “Science is dull and predictable. I unlock the
secrets of the universe through potions, elixirs and tonics. That makes me
an Alchemist.”

“That sounds nice,” you lie. “What’s your name?

“My name is Denise,” she says.

“That’s a pretty name,” you say. “Why am I tied up? I, uh, was just looking
for a phone.”

“No, no,” the woman says. “You were playing with my lovely hands-men.
And judging from the smile on my head, you have been playing with him
too. That makes you a trespasser. That makes you less than even a guest.
And you know what that makes you?”

“What?” you ask.

“That makes you Test Subject Twelve,” Denise says. “I can’t tell you how
happy I am to find you here. The others don’t let me experiment on them
anymore. I am even forbidden from testing my potions on the servants if
you can believe that. Oh, I can have a guest if I find one but most of them
get snatched up by the others because I am always in here doing my
research. It isn’t fair to limit my research when I have so many theories I
want to try!”

She turns around and you pull on the straps. It is no use. They hold you
tightly.

Denise returns with two vials. One is filled with blue bubbly liquid while
the other is filled with something yellow and steaming. She holds both
bottles in front of you and you flinch away from them.

“I like to have full test subject cooperation, Twelve,” Denise says. “I want
you to pick a vial. That will be the one we inject into you.

You frown in disgust. “What do they do?” you ask.

“That would give it away!” Denise says. “I wouldn’t want to ruin the
surprise.”

You say nothing as you try to think of a way out of this.

“Now if you don’t pick,” Denise says. “I will just chop off your head and
cut off your hands for my collection in the cabinet. Two heads are better
than one and seven hands are better than five!”

Denise laughs at her own joke and her laugh goes on and on until it
becomes down right maniacal. When she finally stops, she thrusts the two
vials towards you.

“Pick!” she yells. “For Alchemy!”

You certainly don’t want to become a head. It looks like you will have to
pick one. Hopefully it won’t be fatal.
Which vile vial will you choose?

I pick the blue bubbly one.

I pick the yellow steaming one.

I’m going to unlock the six deadbolts and see what’s behind the door.

Curiosity wins out. Six deadbolts seem excessive. What is being kept in
there? How weird does it have to be to be locked away from a room with
moving hands and a licking head?

First though, you put your clothes back on. They are still damp from the
rain and you wring them out some before putting them on. The underwear
is cold against your skin. The wet shirt and pants aren’t much better. You
slip your shoes on and try to ignore the chill all over your body.

You go to the door and slide open the first deadlock. The second and third
bolt are a bit harder to slide open. You pause and listen to the door. When
you don’t hear anything, you slide open the fourth and fifth.

A moment’s hesitation comes over you. What if something dangerous is

behind this door? It could be some creation even more bizarre than you
have seen already. Are you ready for that?

Yes, you are.

The sixth bolt slides easily. You turn the knob and open the door.

It is dark. You reach into the doorway and feel around for a light switch. To
your surprise, you find one.

The lights come on and the darkness is banished. A few feet away from the
door is a circular staircase going up. It is made of iron and has a rail. You
look up and it goes up for quite a while, maybe several stories.

Hey, how big was the house from the outside? Two stories at most, you
thought. This is much higher than that. You must have been wrong.

You step into the small staircase entrance and close the door behind you.
Hopefully no one will lock the door behind you. Grabbing the rail firmly,
you begin your climb.
Up, up and up you go. The afterglow of your climax fades away as you
climb the stairs. The further up you go, the more thankful you are that your
clothes are wet. They keep you cool as you ascend three or four stories.

At the top of the stairs is a door and another light switch. There isn’t a lock
on this door. That’s odd. Maybe the locked door down below is just for
privacy. This door might open into a hallway or deck.

You open the door. A single recessed light in the ceiling only illuminates
the far side of the room. The walls are bare except for the marks of craters
where someone has punched them. The floor is covered in a rough black
carpet that is torn and missing patches. There is debris on the floor and
when you look closer, it looks like thick dildos that have been crushed into
mangled shapes.

A large window with bars dominate the far wall. There is a pile of clothes
heaped by the window. Across from the window are three mattresses piled
next to one another. There is a chair in the corner but it is broken with the
stuffing torn out.

What is this place? It reminds you of a cell. There is a smell that has soaked
into the place. It smells musky and stale. You have a bad feeling about this
place.

Lightning flashes from the storm outside. It illuminates the room briefly
and you see someone sitting in one of the dark corners. You let out a
scream.

The person rises. They are tall, at least six and a half feet tall. There is
something wrong about their head but it is hard to see in the dark. An arm
reaches out of the darkness, and then another and then another and then
another!

You are paralyzed with fear. The person gets closer and you see that it is a
woman judging from the two massive tits that it has. One tit is mahogany
brown while the other is pale white with blue veins. There is no hair to
cover the pink pussy lips between two heavily stitched legs.

It steps closer to the light from the staircase and you see the head or more
accurately, heads! It has two heads, both women although one is a white
woman with dark hair and the other head belongs to an Asian woman with
black hair. Both heads sit on top of broad shoulders and all four eyes are
staring at you,

You take in more details. It is covered in stiches. Different skin tones cover
her body like patches in a quilt. Two arms are stitched to each shoulder.

“Fuck, shit,” you whisper. This thing is an abomination. It reminds you of

the hands and head downstairs except instead of parts missing a body, this
is one body with too many parts!

“Elsa,” the woman groans with both heads. She lunges forward with
surprising speed and grabs you by the shoulders. Powerful hands squeeze
tightly as she brings you closer to her.

Who the fuck is Elsa? Does she think that you are Elsa? Do you really care
who Elsa is when this giant monster has a hold of you?

Both heads of the monster move separately as they stare at you. A hand
goes to your chest and cups your breast. Another hand goes between your
legs and presses against your sex. She grunts with both mouths at what she
finds there.

“Elsa,” the monster moans. She licks both of her lips.

“Elsa?” you ask.

The heads nod. “Elsa,” she says again and she rubs at your sex before
letting go and rubbing at her sex.

Oh shit, you think the monster is horny. Maybe Elsa is her word for sex.
What does she expect you to do? Fuck her?
“Elsa,” the heads growl again. She pulls you toward the mattresses laid on
the floor.

Fuck, if you are going to do something, you better do it quick.

Think fast!

Have sex with the four-armed, two-headed patchwork woman.

Wiggle, fight and get the fuck down those stairs away from this thing.
I’m going to try the normal looking door.

If there is one thing you know about the door with six locks is that someone
is afraid of what is on the other side. Since you don’t feel like leaving yet,
you go for the other door.

It opens into a hallway. Unlike the clutter of the laboratory, the hallway is
nicely furnished. Wood paneling give the walls a warm feeling. Shiny
hardwood floors look freshly polished. Bright electrical lamps sprout from
the walls.

A painting hangs opposite the door that you came through. It depicts a
beautiful pale woman with long straight red hair. She stands nude among
some bushes. Her sex is hidden behind the bushes while her hands on her
hips. Tattoos of flowers and vines cover her arms. Her eyes are green and
friendly.

A nameplate says “Felicia, Gardener. 1995-“

She is quite pretty. Freckles cover her bare chest but as you look closer,
some of the red spots look like they might be blood. Perhaps the bushes
have thorns? Maybe she shouldn’t be gardening while naked.

The hall stretches to the left and the right. The right turns a corner while the
left goes to a dead end with doors. You go to the left.

There are three doors at the end of the hall. There is a door on the same wall
as the laboratory door, a door set at the end of the hall and a door on the
wall opposite the first door. All the doors are made from the same polished
wood.

You listen at the first door. The sound of something vibrating comes from
the other side. Groans join the vibration sounds. Someone is in here.

At the second door, you hear nothing.

At the third door, you hear a snap and then someone crying out. The snap
repeats and the person cries out again. It sounds like a man. What is the
snapping sound? It reminds you of a thin branch being swung through the
air. Probably two people are in here.

You decide to try the middle door. From down the hall, you hear giggling
and footsteps.

“Don’t worry,” a male voice says. “This part of the house is empty.”

Shit! You are about to be discovered! You quickly open the door and duck
in. You close the door behind you and look for a lock. There is none.

You look at the room that you are in. It looks like an ordinary bedroom.
There is a bed, a dresser, a small chair and a table for a lamp. Long curtains
cover the curtains and an open door leads into an empty closet.

“This will be perfect,” a voice from the hallway says. “No one uses this
bedroom.”

They are right outside the door! Quick, hide!

Where do you hide in the bedroom?

Under the bed!

Behind the curtains!

In the closet!
I’m going back out the window and return to my car.

That was a bit too strange for you. It felt nice, but you have a bad feel that
this is just the start of what you might find in this crazy house. Besides,
what was going on with the purple pinwheel? Are there other things that
will take over your mind and make you into a sex-crazed person? You are
sure that there is.

You go back to the open window. Going out is just as easy as getting in
was. It is still raining and the wind is cold but the porch roof protects you
from most of it.

Another scream rips through the night. It sounds like it is coming from the
cellar. Yeah, you definitely made the right choice in leaving this place.

You don’t want to go near the cellar so you walk back around to the front of
the house. The outdoor furniture looks even more sinister now that you
know what kind of kinky sex goes on inside. You try not to look at them as
you walk over to the steps.

The rain is heavier than before. You walk along the wet cobblestones down
the path to the gate. It is harder to see with the light of the house behind
you. The stones are slippery and you must walk slow to keep from tripping.

A low hanging branch snags your arm. You pull your arm free and nearly
trip over a root that has grown through the path. Another branch smacks
you in the face and you flinch from the sting of thorns.

What the fuck? You don’t remember the trees being this close when you
came to the house? Is this the same path? You think it is. It is hard to tell in
the rain and the darkness.

You start walking again and something wraps around your waist. It lifts you
from your feet and pulls you upwards. The wind and rain drowns out your
screams.
What has grabbed you? It is too dark to see. You push against whatever is
holding you but it has the texture of wood.

A branch smacks across your face like a slap. Thorns snag your shirt and
pants. Something hard and thick wraps around your arm. A thin cord that
feels like a vine wraps around your leg.

Lightning flashes and you see a massive tree is right beside you. Its
branches are wrapped around you and slapping your face. The branches
move on their own as if the tree is alive!

The thorns dig into your clothes and you scream again. The branches pull
and the thorns rip large holes in your clothes. They tear your shirt and pants
from your body with ease.

The freezing rain falls on your nearly naked body. You feel vines snake
around your underwear and pull it apart. Thorns dig into your bra and rip
chunks of the fabric away.

The tree is stripping you? To what end?

The wind howls. A thorny branch slaps into your ass and you cry out. A
thorny vine whips across your breasts and you scream. Branches grab your
arms and hold them out so you can’t cover yourself.

What is happening? Why is it happening? Is it because you left the house?

Does someone know that you snuck in and now you are being punished? Or
were you just unlucky enough to get near this molesting tree?

Vines coil around your legs and pull them apart. You fight harder, doing
everything that you can to escape. The rain falls on your struggling bound
body.

Something thick and wooden presses against your sex. Oh shit, it is a

branch. It pushes up into your sex and fills you. It is too damn big. The
solid wood has no give. It plunges up inside you and you can do nothing but
take it.
A thorny branch keeps hitting your breasts. You wince and groan from
every cruel slap. The thorns sting and bite your sensitive mounds.

The branch inside you thrusts deeper. You shudder around the immense
girth inside you.

Something presses against your ass. Oh shit, it is another branch. It is

smaller but no less insistent as it pushes inside your tight hole. The wet rain
is the only lubricant as it penetrates your ass.

You scream again. Both branches are thrusting inside you. They are
merciless as they fuck you. Your wet pussy clenches tightly while your ass
clenches tighter.

Vines wrap around your head. Your jaws are forced apart as multiple vines
wrap tighter and tighter. You scream again but your cries are muffled by the
vines covering your mouth.

Branches continue to flail against your body. Your breasts suffers the most
slaps while the back of your thighs is a close second. A cruel branch slaps
the bottom of your left foot while an especially thorny branch smacks the
inside of your right arm.

Throughout it all, the branches in your ass and pussy keep fucking. The
wood is thick inside you and unforgiving. They thrust and thrust and you
wonder, to what end? Will the branches climax or will this just continue
forever?

Your orgasm builds within you. It surprises you that you could come under
such a weird circumstance. There is too much pain, there is too much wood
inside you and too much cold rain but still your body wants to come.

You scream your orgasm but the vines smother your cries.

The branches keep thrusting inside you. The thorny branches keep flogging
your naked body. The cold wind keeps blowing and the colder rain keeps
falling. Your orgasm was meaningless as the tree keeps fucking you.

You hang limp within your bondage as your ordeal continues. Your body
hurts and your ass aches but your pussy is still wet.

Lightning flashes and you see the house. Maybe someone in there will
notice you. Perhaps one of them will come out and rescue you. You would
much rather be fucked inside the house than ravished forever out here in the
yard of the haunted house.

The wooden end.

I pick the blue bubbly one.

“I was hoping you would pick that one,” Denise says. She turns around and
rummages in the junk. She comes back with a strange looking dildo that has
a plunger on the end. You watch as she unscrews the plunger, pours the
liquid into the dildo and then screws the plunger back on.

“What does it do?” you ask.

“If I tell you, then it might skew the test results,” Denise says. She brings
the dildo down your pussy. “Open wide,” she says and then she laughs.
With your legs strapped apart, you don’t have a choice!

Denise pushes the dildo inside you. It is thick and wide. You grunt as it
pushes inside you. She could have at least lubed it up first but maybe that
would interfere with the test as well.

When the dildo is buried inside you, Denise presses down with the plunger.
You feel the liquid squirt into your sex. It is fizzy and your insides start to
tingle right away.

Denise pulls the dildo out of you. The tingling remains and grows more
intense. It spreads and you feel the tingling in your thighs and your belly. It
keeps spreading and your calves and breasts tingle. The tingling goes all the
way to your toes and even the top of your head.

“This feels weird,” you say.

Denise stares at you. “Just weird?”

The tingling grows more intense, especially inside your pussy. You are so
sensitive and the sensation just increases. Despite the weirdness of the
situation, you feel the familiar surge of an orgasm approaching.

“I think . . .” you say before crying out from a sudden climax. Your orgasm
comes fast and hard. You arch your back and pull hard on the straps.
“What? What?” Denise says. “I need you to tell me exactly what
happened!”

“I came,” you gasp. “It makes no sense. There is no penetration or sense of

stimulation. I just came out of the blue.”

The tingling keeps increasing. “I think, I am going to come again.”

Your second orgasm hits. You cry out again as pleasure sweeps your body.

“Fuck, shit,” you groan. The tingling gets stronger. Your toes feel numb.
Your nipples are so hard that they ache. Your tongue is tingling so much
that it is hard to speak.

You come again. You struggle in the straps as your body spasms.

Another orgasm hits your body. You quiver on the table.

You come again, and again and again. The orgasms come faster and faster.
There is no break between them. You are having a seizure of pleasure.

Your heart is pounding hard and you feel your pulse in your ears. You can’t
feel your body except for the relentless orgasms. One climax stretches into
another and another and another and another and another . . .

Denise looks down on your open eyes. She snaps her fingers but your eyes
stare into the ceiling. She pokes your body but you don’t react.

“Hmmm,” Denise says. “The potion caused uncontrollable orgasms until

Twelve lapsed into a coma. I do believe the potion fucked her brains out.”

She sighs and closes your eyelids. “Oh well,” she says. “Elsa needed some
new parts anyway. Where did I put my hacksaw?”

Fortunately for you, your mind is too far gone to be aware of what happens
next.
The climatic end.
I pick the yellow steaming one.

“Really?” Denise says. She looks genuinely surprised and worried.

“Did I pick the wrong one?” you ask. “I change my mind, I want the blue!”

“No, no,” Denise says, “The yellow is good! Well, good to find out what it
does.”

“You don’t know?” you ask.

Denise shrugs. “The notebooks of the previous alchemist are very vague.”

“What happened to the previous alchemist?” you ask.

“He lives in the cellar now,” Denise says in a grim tone.

“Wait, I heard a scream earlier. Was that him?

“Oh, no,” Denise says. “The person was screaming because of what the
previous alchemist has become. It is quite horrible. We shouldn’t talk about
it.”

She turns around and rummages in the junk. She comes back with a strange
looking dildo that has a plunger on the end. You watch as she unscrews the
plunger, pours the liquid into the dildo and then screws the plunger back on.

“Open your mouth,” Denise says, bringing the dildo to your head.

It is tempting to resist but you decide against it. Strapped down as you are,
what choice do you really have? You open your mouth as Denise brings the
dildo to your lips.

She pushes the dildo deep into your mouth. It tastes like pussy and you try
not to think about who’s pussy it belongs to. Denise presses down on the
plunger and a light mist hits the back of your throat.
Denise pulls the dildo out of your mouth. “How does it feel? Tell me
exactly.”

You shrug. “It doesn’t feel like anything.”

“That is disappointing,” Denise says. She pulls off her robe to expose her
nude body. “Well, since we already have you strapped down, we might as
well have some fun.”

“What?” you say but Denise is already climbing onto the table. She crawls
over to your head and kneels above your face. You stare up at her dark hairy
pussy that is already glistening with pussy juice.

“This is going to be weird fucking a head with the body still attached, but I
am always up for new things,” Denise says.

She lowers her pussy to your mouth. Pubic hair tickles your face as she
mounts your head. Her sex grinds against your mouth.

You keep your lips clenched shut. It doesn’t seem to matter to the crazy
woman. She grabs your hair and grinds hard against your face.

Pussy lips smear against your lips. Your nose is buried in her sex. Juices run
down your chin and cheeks.

Denise leans back and grabs a nipple. Sharp nails dig in and you cry out
into her pussy.

“Eat me,” she commands. “Or I’ll give Elsa your tit without even knocking
you out first!”

You have no idea who Elsa is but you understand the threat. You open your
mouth and start licking. Denise’s pussy quivers against your face.

Denise releases your nipple. She grabs her own tits instead and pulls on
them. Her pussy keeps humping your face while she cries out in pleasure.
You keep licking. Tied down and at this crazy woman’s mercy, you have no
choice but to eat her. Your tongue licks as hard as you can, desperately
trying to get her off.

“Good, Twelve,” Denise moans. “Keep licking me like that and I might
even let you go!”

You lick harder. You lick faster. Your tongue does a little trick that you read
in an ebook once.

Your neck feels a little stiff. That is to be expected with someone riding
your face, but why does your right leg feel stiff too? Wait, so does your left
leg. You try to move them but they move sluggishly slow.

“Don’t slow down now, Twelve!” Denise cries out. Her fingernails dig into
your scalp.

You turn your attention back to eating Denise’s pussy but you are worried
about your legs. Wait, what about the rest of your body? The straps hold
you down but you can move a little. Both of your arms feel stiff. Why can’t
you move your fingers?

“So close!” Denise cries out. She grinds hard against your face. It should
hurt but you don’t feel it.

Your tongue slows down. You try to close your jaw but it won’t move. Beat
by beat, you feel your heart slow down.

Denise keeps humping you face. She throws her head back and lets out a
loud scream. Her body quivers on top of your head as she rides her orgasm.

“Wow, Twelve, that was great,” Denise says. “Especially how you kept your
tongue hard at the end. How did you do that? Twelve? Are you listening?”

You can’t answer. Your entire body is frozen.

Denise dismounts from your body. “Oh, so that was the petrification
formula! Huh! Nice to know which one that is.”

She slaps your tit. It is jiggles.

“Guess I better get to work on the cure for that,” Denise says. “Then again,
a frozen woman with her mouth open might have some interesting
applications. I’ll have to think about it.”

She undoes the straps on the table and picks you up with amazing strength.
You are as stiff as a board as she carries you to a corner and sets you down.
Her hand goes to your pussy and gives you a gentle pat.

“Don’t go anywhere,” she says and then laughs about it for a good five
minutes.

Once Denise recovers, she goes back to her chalkboard to work on your
cure. Two minutes later, she gets distracted and starts working on a potion
for bigger breasts. Ten minutes after that, she forgets about that and starts
work on a cock never gets soft.

It is quite a few years before she remembers to get back to work on your
cure.

The statuary end.

I’m giving the head a try.

The pinwheel must still be affecting you because you want to see what the
head can do. After getting groped and fucked, you could do with something
gentle like some licking.

You squat down again in front of the cabinet. The door opens and the light
comes back on. The head is there, smiling that you have returned.

Taking a deep breath and then releasing it, you reach in. The head is lighter
than you expected and you bring it out of the cabinet. You stand up and
hold it in front of you.

You turn the head to examine it. His eyes stare at your tits as you move the
head. Where the neck should be is sealed up with stiches. There are surgical
scars on the back of the head as well. This guy has had some operations.

The head’s mouth opens and his tongue stretches out towards your nipples.
He wants your tits awfully bad.

You bring the head to your breast. You are expecting a bite but instead, the
lips gently kiss your breast. As you move the head, he rains soft kisses onto
your sore breasts.

Wow, he’s a gentle head.

You bring him to your nipple and he sucks on it. The tongue rolls against
your hard bud with surprising skill. It feels nice and shivers run down your
back.

If he can make you feel good just from licking your nipple, what can he do
between your legs?

You pull him away from your breast. He gives your nipple a goodbye lick
as he moves away. When he sees where he is going, his eyes flash up to
your face and he gives you a wide smile.
Your hands press the head to your sex. The mouth kisses your pussy before
his talented mouth goes to work. His tongue parts your pussy lips and licks
you with a fevered passion.

“Holy shit,” you cry. Your legs tremble. Despite just coming, your pussy is
quivering under his tongue. This is amazing.

Something sharp stings your ass. You spin around and see the dark woman
from earlier standing with a syringe. She laughs as the room spins and

everything

goes

dark.

Slowly you push your way through a fog and try to move. Something is
holding your wrists and ankles down. You are lying on something hard and
unforgiving. Up above you is the stationary pinwheel.

You are strapped to the table! Your naked body is held down and you are
disturbed by how far apart your legs have been spread. This isn’t good!

“You woke up fast,” a voice says. It is the black woman. She is wearing a
white robe that has quite a few stains on it. Her eyes are wide and have a
quality to them that can only be described as insane.

“What did you do to me?” you ask.

“Just a little potion I brew from time to time,” the woman says.

“You’re a scientist?” you ask. You are just trying to keep her talking and
maybe make friends with her.

“Oh no,” the woman says. “Science is dull and predictable. I unlock the
secrets of the universe through potions, elixirs and tonics. That makes me
an Alchemist.”

“That sounds nice,” you lie. “What’s your name?

“My name is Denise,” she says.

“That’s a pretty name,” you say. “Why am I tied up? I, uh, was just looking
for a phone.”

“No, no,” the woman says. “You were playing with my head!. And judging
from the lazy way they were moving, I am guessing you played with my
hands-men as well!. That makes you a trespasser. That makes you less than
even a guest. And you know what that makes you?”

“What?” you ask.

“That makes you Test Subject Twelve,” Denise says. “I can’t tell you how
happy I am to find you here. The others don’t let me experiment on them
anymore. I am even forbidden from testing my potions on the servants if
you can believe that. Oh, I can have a guest if I find one but most of them
get snatched up by the others because I am always in here doing my work.
It isn’t fair to limit my research when I have so many theories I want to
try!”

She turns around and you pull on the straps. It is no use. They hold you
tightly.

Denise returns with two vials. One is filled with blue bubbly liquid while
the other is filled with something yellow and steaming. She holds both
bottles in front of you and you flinch away from them.

“I like to have full test subject cooperation, Twelve,” Denise says. “I want
you to pick a vial. That will be the one we inject into you.

You frown in disgust. “What do they do?” you ask.

“That would give it away!” Denise says. “I wouldn’t want to ruin the
surprise.”

You say nothing as you try to think of a way out of this.

“Now if you don’t pick,” Denise says. “I will just chop off your head and
cut off your hands for my collection in the cabinet. Two heads are better
than one and seven hands are better than five!”

Denise laughs at her own joke and her laugh goes on and on until it
becomes down right maniacal. When she finally stops, she thrusts the two
vials towards you.

“Pick!” she yells. “For Alchemy!”

You certainly don’t want to become a head. It looks like you will have to
pick one. Hopefully it won’t be fatal.
Which vile vial will you choose?

I pick the blue bubbly one.

I pick the yellow steaming one.

Have sex with the four-armed, two-headed patchwork woman.

It is unlikely that you will make it to the door. It is even more unlikely that
you can race down those stairs, get to the other door and lock it before this
thing catches up to you. If there is no way that you can escape, why even
try?

That is what you tell yourself because deep down, you don’t want to admit
that you are curious what sex with this abomination would be like.

“Elsa,” the woman says. Strong hands grip the collar of your shirt.

“Give me a minute and I’ll take it off,” you say.

“Elsa,” she says again and then she pulls. RIP! The powerful hands pull
apart your shirt as easily as you could tear a cobweb.

“Shit,” you whisper.

The creature’s other hands grab the cups of your bra. You wince as she pulls
but thankfully she rips the bra cups and not your tits. The bra falls in pieces
around you.

She uses two arms to pick you up under your shoulders. As she holds you in
the air, her other two hands grab the waist of your pants. RIP! She tears the
pants with an ease you wouldn’t have thought possible.

All that is left is your panties and your shoes. You wiggle your feet to make
your shoes drop. The monster doesn’t notice them as she grabs a handful of
your panties and rips it from your body.

All of this took less than a minute.

The creature still holds you up in the air. She looks at both of your breasts.
Her free hands cup her own breasts. She squeezes her tits painfully hard and
you worry for the stitches.
“Elsa,” she groans again.

“I’m going to call you Elsa,” you say. “Does Elsa promise to play nice?”

“Elsa,” both mouths say and then she pulls your chest to her heads.

Two mouths play with your breasts. The right head kisses softly while the
left head sucks hard on your skin. One mouth flicks her tongue over a
nipple while the other mouth bites down hard on your hard flesh. Both
mouths moan into your tits.

You are not sure what to do. Elsa is still holding you in the air under your
shoulders. Do you grab her heads? Do you try to touch her back? As
powerful as this creature is, you are afraid to anger it.

Elsa’s heads stay on your tits. The right mouth does a slow swirl of her
tongue on your nipple that makes you quiver. The left mouth bites her way
around your breasts in a way that makes you flinch. The duality has you
torn on whether to moan or scream.

A hand presses against your sex and you remember the strange creature has
four arms. The fingers rub the outside of your pussy lips in a seductive
manner. You wonder which head is controlling this hand, or does Elsa have
a single mind for all her parts?

Elsa groans into your breasts. The vibrations on her lips feel good on your
skin. Both mouths focus on your nipples except now the left mouth is gentle
while the right mouth is biting down hard. The change in techniques takes
you by surprise and you moan out loud.

The hand on your pussy keeps rubbing. The fourth hand grabs your ass and
pulls you tight against the hand on your sex. You are pinned and helpless
but as long as she keeps rubbing your pussy, there is nowhere else you
would rather be.
Both mouths release your nipples. Elsa stares at your face with four eyes.
“Elsa?” she asks.

“Whatever you want,” you respond.

Both heads smile and suddenly you are thrown through the air. You let out a
scream before slamming down into one of the mattresses. The wind is
knocked out of you but other than that, you are okay.

Elsa scrambles on top of you. Once more you are taken back by her speed.
She turns around on top of you until her heads are between your legs and
her shaved sex is above your face. A powerful leg pins down your left arm
but she doesn’t seem to be trying to hold you down.

You stare up at the sex above you. The pussy lips are pink and slick with
desire. Stiches line the side of the lips, connecting the pussy to three
different skin tones on her crotch. The smell from the sex is intense, like the
smell of a thousand wet panties.

Elsa lowers her sex to your face. You give her pussy a tentative lick. She
has a surprisingly sweet taste. After a few licks, you identify the flavor. It is
the same as your favorite brand of hard candy! How did that happen? Was
she made to have this flavor?

It doesn’t matter why; it just matters that she is hard to resist eating. You
open your mouth wide and push your tongue past the folds of her pussy.
Every lick gives you that delicious flavor and every lick makes Elsa’s sex
shudder against your lips.

Elsa’s heads move to your own sex. First one head licks slowly and softly at
your pussy lips before the other head takes over to nibble and pull on your
lips. One licks your pussy with tender care while the other devours your sex
with an urgent hunger. They take turns, alternating gentle passion with
harsh lust.

You keep licking Elsa’s sex. At least she only has one of those. You find her
clitoris and flick it with your tongue. A moment later, you find a second
clitoris! You lick it as well, trying to ignore the stiches you feel with your
tongue.

A finger slips inside you. One of the heads keeps licking as the finger
pumps inside you. More hands grip your thighs and keep them apart even
though they are in no danger of closing.

Elsa grinds against your face. Her pussy engulfs your mouth as she grinds
against you. It is hard to breathe and you push against her with your one
free arm. It is no use; she is just too strong for you.

You keep licking. Maybe if you get her off, she will move enough for you
to escape. You suck on her first clit, and then on her second clit. Your
tongue fucks her as deeply as you can while you struggle for every gasp of
air.

Elsa’s mouths keep taking turns licking you. They also take turns being
gentle and harsh. Sometimes they are both gentle and other times they both
lick you savagely with tongue and teeth.

A hand grabs your tit. The hands on your thighs tighten. The finger fucking
you moves faster.

You are writhing under all these sensations. It is overwhelming. How can
Elsa do so many things at once? How can she pinch a nipple, squeeze a
thigh, lick your pussy and hump your face at the same time?

Elsa’s mouths groan. Her hips hump your face faster. You feel a tension
rising within the creature that is unmistakable. She is going to come.

So are you. It is unreal that you are on a dirty mattress, in a creepy house, in
the middle of a rain storm, 69-ing with a woman made of too many body
parts but here you are about to climax.

You come first. You come as a finger plunges deep inside you and two
mouths lick your pussy. You come with a pussy riding your face and juices
running down your cheeks. You come and it feels amazing.
Elsa comes. She screams with both heads and it shakes the walls. Her thighs
clamp together around your head. Stars burst in your vision as her pussy
shakes against your face.

The thighs tighten even more around your head.

CRACK!

Elsa groans. That is an all too familiar sound. She feels the wet mess on her
legs. The pussy in front of her is still and no longer moving.

She has broken another toy. They never last long but they are fun while they
last.

Elsa stands up and wipes her thighs with the remains of your clothes. When
she is clean, she takes your headless body and leaves it by the door. She
knows that her creator will come by eventually and clean the mess up.
There is always a need for more parts and who knows? Maybe something of
you will soon be a part of Elsa forever.

The crushing end.

Wiggle, fight and get the fuck down those stairs away from this thing.

You kick the naked monstrosity in the shin. The creature flinches and her
grip loosens on your shoulders. That is all you need. You pull back and slip
out of her hands. As she grabs her sore leg, you run for the door.

The door is still unlocked and you swing it open. The monster yells with
both mouths and you duck through the doorway. The door slams behind you
as you run down the stairs.

You half-expect the monster to come running down the stairs but it doesn’t.
That is fine with you. You’re getting the fuck out of here.

Someone is coming up the stairs. It is the black woman you saw earlier but
now she is wearing a loose white robe. Dreadlocks frame her face. She
looks up at you and smiles.

“I knew I didn’t unlock that door,” she says. “Who are you?”

The stairs are too narrow to run past her. She is taking the steps slowly
while you want to keep running. You glance up but you don’t hear the
monster coming.

“I was looking for a phone,” you lie.

“Really?” the woman says. “And so you came in through my window? How
peculiar! My name is Denise by the way. That is my laboratory down
there.”

You and Denise are just a few steps away now. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be
here,” you say.

“That’s okay,” Denise says. “Let’s go upstairs and say hello to Elsa. Then
we can let you use the phone.”

“Elsa?” you say. You look back up. “Is that the woman with uh-“
“Improvements?” Denise says. “Yes, I have been working on her for a few
years. Let’s go up to see her.”

“I’d rather not,” you say.

Denise reaches into her robes and pulls out a long knife. It has bloodstains
on it.

“I insist,” Denise says.

The stairs are too narrow to fight on and that knife looks nasty. Worse,
Denise is smiling like she is hoping you will make her use it.

“There’s a phone?” you ask.

“Somewhere,” Denise says. “Now go up.”

You turn around and go up the stairs. Your mind races as you try to think of
a way out of this. Some crazy woman with a knife is forcing you to return
to a monster with too many body parts. There doesn’t seem to be much that
you can do. It might be best to just play along and wait for a chance to
escape.

Going up the stairs a second time takes a lot out of you. You are breathing
hard as reach the top of the stairs. A break would be nice, but a sharp poke
in your back makes you keep going.

You open the door. Elsa is standing there. Both heads smile at you. Four
arms reach for you and pick you up off your feet. Two hands grab your legs
while two hands grab your arms. There will be no fighting now.

“Elsa!” the creature yells with two mouths.

“Yes, she is very naughty,” Denise says behind you. She closes the door and
walks over to one of the dirty mattresses. The knife drops and lands point
first in the floor. She pulls off her robe to reveal a voluptuous black body.
Turning around, she sits on one of the mattresses.

“She is a trespasser, Elsa,” Denise says. She spreads her legs and idly
strokes her hairy sex. “Do you know what that means?”

“Elsa!” the monster says as she carries you closer to Denise.

“That’s right, she is all ours!” Denise says. “None of the others can say
anything! We can do whatever we want!”

“Elsa?” the monster asks.

“No, that makes too much of a mess,” Denise says.

“Elsa?” the abomination says.

“No, we just did that with the manservant, remember?”

“Elsa?” the thing offers.

“Oh, that’s a promising idea,” Denise says. “You can start now.”

You are not sure what is going on. Is Elsa communicating or is Denise
insane? Maybe both is true.
Whatever the case, Elsa’s hands let go of your legs. You try kicking again
but she holds you at arm’s length. Powerful hands grab the waist of your
pants and pull. RIP! Your pants rip apart as easily as if they were made of
wet paper.

Elsa tosses the remains of your pants aside. She grabs your panties with one
hand and rips it from your body as well. The panties she tosses to Denise
who catches them.

“Mmm,” Denise says behind you. “It smells like you have been in my
cabinet!”
Your cheeks burn with shame. Some terrible monster is stripping you but
you are embarrassed at having been caught fucking moving body parts.

Elsa slings you over one of her broad shoulders. Your stomach lands hard
on her shoulder. A hand grabs each of your thighs and pulls your legs apart.
The fourth hand grabs your ass and squeezes tightly.

“Nice” Denise says.

“Elsa,” the creature moans.

What are they planning? You wiggle but the arm holding you on her
shoulder is too strong. You pound her back with your fists but the powerful
muscles underneath pay you no mind. Up close with the back of the
creature, you are disturbed by how many separate pieces of skin make up
her body.

WHAP! A hand smacks into your ass unexpectedly.

“Shit!” you cry out. A stinging pain blossoms across your ass cheek.

WHAP! The hand spanks the other side of your ass. Heat burns into your
buttock.

“Good, Elsa,” Denise moans.

One of the hand around your thighs lets go. You try to kick but before you
can do anything, there is a double WHAP-WHAP as two hands smash into
your ass.

“Fuck!” you yell.

“She’s quite good,” Denise says. “Elsa can’t talk for shit and her lap dances
are awful but she has an uncanny talent for spanking.”

You want to say something caustic but the hands smack back into your ass.
WHAP-WHAP! The hands spank you a split second apart with a
coordination that you could never muster.

WHAP-WHAP! The monster’s hands slap your ass.

WHAP-WHAP! You writhe on the broad shoulders as the hands collide

with your tender ass.

WHAP-WHAP! The hands blister your ass with incredible force.

WHAP-WHAP! You scream and kick your leg but the patchwork woman
keeps spanking you.

WHAP-WHAP! WHAP-WHAP! WHAP-WHAP! WHAP-WHAP! WHAP-

WHAP!

“Turn around,” Denise says. “I want to see her face.”

Elsa rotates around. She pulls you down her chest so that your head and
shoulders are just above hers. Powerful arms wrap around you and press
you to her giant breasts.

Denise is reclining back on one of the dirty mattresses. She has her knees
spread and is masturbating furiously with two hands. She stares at you as
her fingers pump her hairy pussy.

WHAP-WHAP! Elsa resumes spanking you. You cry out as your poor
tender ass is slapped.

Denise strokes faster.

WHAP-WHAP! You scream in pain and wiggle.

Denise strokes harder.

WHAP-WHAP! WHAP-WHAP! WHAP-WHAP! WHAP-WHAP! WHAP-

WHAP! A flurry of spanks assaults your helpless ass.
You scream. You shout. You struggle within the monster’s powerful arms.

“Yes!” Denise cries and she comes. You watch her shake and shudder. Her
mouth hangs open as she stares at your helpless protests.

“Elsa!” the creature groans. She grabs you with all four arms and turns your
body around. You come face to face with her hairless sex. The pink pussy
lips are soaking wet and the stiches around her sex shine.

A powerful hand presses your head to her sex. The hand grinds your face
into her pussy as she humps your face. You don’t lick or anything but it
doesn’t matter. The creature is using your face as a sex toy.

WHAP-WHAP! She spanks you and you scream into her pussy.

Elsa grinds your face harder. It is impossible to breathe.

WHAP-WHAP! Her hands keep slapping your ass while your face is
smothered in monster pussy.

“ELSA!” the creature roars and her pussy spasms against your face. Her
hand on your head clenches and pain shoots along your skull. As she keeps
climaxing, her grip tightens on your head.

CRACK!

Denise sits up. “Oh Elsa, you did it again.”

Elsa drops your lifeless body. She shudders with afterglow and both of her
heads have red cheeks.

“Elsa,” she whispers.

“It’s okay,” Denise says. “You just cracked the head. The rest of her looks
okay. That is almost a whole body. As soon as find two more heads and
more arms, you can have that girlfriend I have been promising you.”
“Elsa!” the creature says, clapping her hands.

For you, your story is over but for your body, it is just beginning.

The reanimating end.

Under the bed!

The bed is set high off the ground but the bottom is surrounded by a skirt. It
should be perfect for hiding. Well, if no one thinks to look under it first.

You have no time so you drop to your stomach and crawl under the bed.
The doorknob clicks open as your foot slips under the skirt. There is a slight
wrinkle in the curtain that lets you see a set of polished black shoes and a
set of black high heels walk into the bedroom. It is tempting to pull the
curtain down but you can’t risk it being seen.

The shoes come closer. “I’ve never been in here,” a woman’s voice says. “Is
it safe?”

“Hell, no,” the man’s voice says.

The woman laughs and then she moans. Her skirt falls in a puddle around
her heels.

There are kissing sounds, followed by moaning and then followed by a

gasp.

The woman turns around. You hear a zipper being pulled down and now the
man groans. His pants fall.

“I’m serious though,” the woman says. “The other maids told me to stay
away from here. They said that there were monsters.”

“They are not wrong,” the man says. Something black with lots of lace falls
to the ground. “But the monsters stay where they are at. If you don’t enter
their space, you should be okay.”

“Should be?” the woman says but then are more kissing sounds.

They keep kissing and you stay in your hiding place. What did he mean by
monsters? You didn’t believe in monsters before but after seeing the head
and the hands, you are a believer now. Where are these monsters?

The lovers fall onto the bed. The mattress sinks down and presses against
your back. They groan and move around. More clothes are tossed to the pile
beside the bed and are finally joined by their shoes.

“Is the bed safe?” the woman asks.

“Very safe,” the man says. “The Thing under the Bed stays under the bed.”

Thing?

Something presses against your mouth. It is a hand but with too many
fingers! You panic but a great weight presses down on you. Wait, it wasn’t
the bed that was pressing on your back earlier, it was this Thing!

“The same goes for the Monster in the Closet and the Horror behind the
Curtains,” the man says. “You stay away from them and they stay away
from you.”

There is more kissing and more groaning. The man gasps and the woman
moans.

The Thing reaches under your chest. A rough hand with too many fingers
clenches your breast. It squeezes painfully tight and you try to scream but
the hand over your mouth smothers it. You try to crawl back out from under
the bed but the weight pressing down on you is immense.

“And what do the monsters do if you do enter their space?” the woman
asks, a bit breathlessly.

The man laughs. “What does anything do to you here? It fucks your brains
out. Like I am about to do right now.”

The woman giggles and then she cries out. The bed springs creak and now
both are moaning.
There is a ripping sound between your legs. It is dangerously close to your
crotch. The Thing rips a hole in your pants. Something strong pinches your
underwear and rips a hole in them as well. Your pussy is exposed and
vulnerable.

The couple above you are fucking. The springs have a steady rhythm. The
flirting banter has given way to groans.

Something pushes against the lips of your sex. It is slick and thick. Your
pussy is slowly penetrated by something thick and slippery. It pushes deep
inside you until it hits bottom.

You scream but the hand is tight over your mouth. You kick your legs but
something has them pinned down. The hand squeezing your tit lets go and it
presses down on your back. There is no escape.

The Thing fucks you. Its thick cock pounds you into the floor. You feel its
breath on your neck; panting while it takes your pussy.

“Choke me,” the woman cries out. Her next words are gurgled. The bed
spring creak louder.

The Thing licks your neck. The tongue is insanely long. It leaves a trail of
spit on your skin with every lick.

You whimper under the assault on your sex. The thick cock drives deep
inside you with incredible speed. It is quicker than any man that you have
ever had and faster than any toy. Your pussy quivers around the thick
invader as it rams you.

The woman on the bed comes. She screams her pleasure and your teeth
rattle.

The Thing growls in your ear. Its long tongue licks your eyebrow. The hand
around your mouth is a tight seal preventing any of your screams. The vast
weight of the monster keeps you pinned to the floor.
Despite it all, you feel your climax coming. Your body can’t resist the
furious fucking. It can’t deny how wonderful the thickness is inside you.
Despite your horror, your body wants to come and it will.

You scream your orgasm but no one hears it with the Thing’s hand over
your mouth. Pleasure radiates through your body and your toes curl. You
shudder on the thick cock that doesn’t stop plunging into your pussy.

The man on top of the bed cries out. It is a shuddering wail of joy as he
climaxes. You hear his wail die out into a weak whimper of exhaustion.

The bed springs stop creaking. The lovers are relaxing. There is a soft laugh
and whispered words.

The Thing isn’t stopping. It licks the base of your neck while it spreads
your legs wider. The thick cock rams your wet pussy.

“Do you hear that?” the woman says. “It sounds like fucking.”

The bed shifts. The skirt is lifted up. You see an Asian man, looking at you
upside down. Your eyes lock on each other.

“Huh,” he says. “Looks like the Thing under the Bed is busy.”

“Anyone we know?” the woman asks.

“Nope,” the man says. “Might be a guest but she is wearing clothes. Might
be a trespasser.”

“Really?” the woman says. “Should we get help?”

Your eyes widen. You try to nod your head. You kick and struggle and try to
beg for help.

“Yeah, we can tell the butler,” the man says. “But then I would have to say
why I was here,” he says and then he drops the skirt curtain.
“Then we shouldn’t,” the woman says.

“I agree,” the man says. “She’s not our problem.”

You moan in a mixture of arousal and despair as the Thing under the Bed
keeps fucking you. It looks like you will be ravished for quite a while inside
this haunted house.

The under-the-bed end.

Behind the curtains!

The curtains are thick and reach all the way to the ground. It should be
perfect for hiding. Well, if no one thinks to look behind them.

There is no time so you jump behind the curtains and pull them over you.
You take a quick step to the left so that you are not at the crack where the
two curtains meet. It is hot and musky behind the curtains but you will
make do.

“I’ve never been in here,” a woman’s voice says. “Is it safe?”

“Hell, no,” the man’s voice says.

The woman laughs and then she moans. There are kissing sounds, followed
by moaning and then followed by a gasp.

“I’m serious though,” the woman says. “The other maids told me to stay
away from here. They said that there were monsters.”

“They are not wrong,” the man says. “But the monsters stay where they are
at. If you don’t enter their space, you should be okay”

“Should be?” the woman says but then are more kissing sounds.

They keep kissing and you stay in your hiding place. What did he mean by
monsters? You didn’t believe in monsters before but after seeing the head
and the hands, you are a believer now. Where are these monsters?

There is the creaking of bed springs. They must be on the bed now. You
wish that you could see but the curtains block any light. Oh well, it is
probably for the best. If you can’t see them, they can’t see you.

“Is the bed safe?” the woman asks.

“Very safe,” the man says. “The Thing under the Bed stays under the bed.”
Thing?

“The same goes for the Monster in the Closet and the Horror behind the
Curtains,” the man says. “You stay away from them and they stay away
from you.”

Something slides around your head and over your mouth! It feels like a
thick piece of rope or maybe a snake. It wraps around your arms and pins
them to the sides of your body. Another coil wraps around your legs,
pinning them together. In seconds, you are immobilized by something you
can’t see in the dark!

There is more kissing and more groaning. The man gasps and the woman
moans.

The coils move. Oh shit, it does feel like a snake! But the coils move in
different directions. What is going on?

Something thick slips between your legs. It rises up and presses against
your crotch. It glides back and forth, grinding your pants and panties into
your sex.

A coil goes around your breasts. It is painfully tight. Your tits are crushed
against your chest.

You struggle but the coils are powerful. You try to cry out but the coil
around your mouth mutes your words. You try to lean forward to fall out of
the curtains but the coils hold you tight.

Worse, the sliding between your legs continue. It is a constant motion that is
making you wet despite your fear. You catch yourself wishing that there
weren’t any clothes protecting your pussy.

“Do you see that?” the woman says.

“Damn,” the man says. “The Horror behind the Curtains must have
someone!”

“Should we help them?” the woman asks.

“And give away that we snuck away to fuck?” the man says. “Hell, no.”

The woman giggles. “Good, I didn’t want to stop anyway.”

The bedsprings go back to creaking as they resume fucking.

Something hisses at your ear. It sounds a lot like a snake. The thick length
against your sex grinds tighter. It feels like you are humping it and your
panties are soaked by the stimulation.

There is tug on your shirt and something slips under it. You feel something
slender and long slither its way up to your breasts. Sharp points poke
through your bra and onto your flesh. Something with very long teeth is
biting down on your tit.

You cry out but the coil on your mouth blocks it once more.

There is a warm sensation coming from the teeth. It flows over your skin
like hot water. No, it is not on your skin, it is under it. The warm sensation
flows through your body, spreading from your breast.

You start to relax. Your nipples are hard. The grinding against your sex
feels wonderful. A warm floating feeling comes over you and you wonder
why you were so worried before.

“Enjoying yourself back there?” the man calls out.

You wish that you could nod. You are enjoying yourself. Your hips are
moving as much as they can to hump the coil sliding against your pussy.

The bed springs creak louder. “Maybe we should pull the curtain aside so
we can see them,” the woman says between gasps.
“No, trust me,” the man says. “You do not want to see what lurks behind the
curtain.”

You disagree. You want to see what has you wrapped up so warm and tight.
You want to see what is grinding between your legs. You want to see what
is biting down on your tit and filling you with so many warm feelings.

Your orgasm hits you suddenly. You are so blissed out that you didn’t feel it
coming. You climax and shudder in surprise.

The woman screams her climax. You barely hear it. All your attention is on
the thing grinding between your legs.

The grinding is rubbing you raw. Your panties weren’t meant to grind
against the tender lips of your sex. It is starting to hurt but why does that
make you clench tighter and bring you closer to another climax?

The man cries out. You hardly hear it and you don’t care.

You come again. It feels like you are melting on the inside. It feels
wonderful.

The couple is talking now. Let them. As long as they don’t interrupt what is
happening to you, you don’t give a fuck what they do..

Another orgasm washes over you. You are a quivering mess inside the tight
bounds of the moving coils. You are too weak to stand but that is okay, the
Horror will hold you up.

You smile at your luck. Who knew that when your car broke down that you
would end up here, ravished and high on orgasms inside a haunted house?
The euphoric end.
In the closet!

There is no time to waste! You rush over to the closet and go inside. Careful
to not slam the door and give yourself away, you close the door as quickly
but gently as possible.

It is pitch dark inside the closet. It is tempting to look for a light but then
that might give you away. It would be best to just stand here quietly.

There is talking in the bedroom but you can’t make out the words. Are they
looking for you? Are they here for a chore? Are they staying or leaving?

You wait in the darkness. There is more talking. The talking stops. Are they
gone?

Something grabs you from behind. You are thrown backwards into the wall.
The breath is knocked out of you. You gasp for air and something hairy
slides onto your face.

It is a pussy! The familiar musky smell fills your mouth and nose. The
pussy is wet and soaks your face. It grinds against your mouth with a
ferocity that takes you by surprise.

You try to push it away but there are no legs to grab or pelvis to touch.
Something wet grabs each of your wrists. Your hands are pinned to the
closet wall while something wet presses against your chest. What is this
thing?

The pussy on your face shudders. It humps your face. You turn your head
but somehow the pussy stays on your face. When you try to rub your mouth
on your shoulder, something blocks it and there is a wet hairy feeling on
your shoulder.

What the fuck is going on?

You kick and flail. Your feet stomp loudly on the door. Surely the people in
the bedroom can hear you. They are bound to investigate and find out what
is going on.

The door stays shut.

The pussy on your face grinds harder. Your lips tingling from the force
exerted against them. Juices run down the sides of your face.

Desperation inspires you to lick it. Your mouth opens and your tongue
reaches out. It feels like a pussy, although one as big as your face. You fight
through your uncertainty and lick as hard as you can.

The pussy slows down. It is still grinding your face, but not nearly as hard.
As you keep licking, it settles into a slow rhythm.

The wet grips remain on your hands. Incredible strength crushes your
breasts and pins your back to the wall. It is taking no chances with you
escaping.

You try to get the weird pussy to climax. Your tongue swirls and your lips
nibble. You try every trick that you have ever read in a magazine or
pornographic ebook. You eat the pussy out as if your freedom depended on
it.

The humping suddenly stops. It shudders under your tongue. The pussy lips
clench tightly together. Did you do it? Did you make it come?

Maybe. This might be your chance to escape now that you have pleased it.

The pussy resumes grinding against you face. It smothers you with fresh
pussy juices. It fucks your mouth with the same relentless energy.

You force your exhausted mouth to go back to licking. Maybe the unseen
pussy needs two orgasms. Or perhaps it never really came in the first place
and you need to keep working at it.
Either way, it will be many, many, many nights of trying to please the
monster pussy before you understand that it will never let you go.

The smothering end.

Head upstairs and look around.

There is a rebellious feeling growing inside you. First the butler asks you to
strip and now she makes you wait forever? These people don’t know who
they are messing with. If you see something that you shouldn’t, well, it is
their fault for making you wait.

You head up the stairs. The steps are steep and you hold onto the rail for
balance. The wooden rail is smooth and looks freshly polished. At one
place, you encounter a wet spot on the rail and you wonder what it is. It
feels sticky. You wipe it on your robe and keep climbing.

The robe clings to your body in distracting ways. It seems to hug tightly
around your breasts and your nipples get hard from the constant friction.
The soft material shifts along your back and feels like a lover’s glancing
touch. When your legs move through the robe, it feels like soft kisses along
your legs.

You reach the top of the stairs. A hallway stretches out to your right before
turning to the left. Doors line the sides of the hall. What keeps your
attention is the painting that is in front of you.

The painting is of a black woman with short dreadlocks. Some of the

dreadlocks are purple. Her eyes are wide and look a bit wild. The rest of her
face is stern and in contrast to the crazed look in her eyes.

She wears a white robe that looks primitive. It reminds you of a monk’s
outfit. There is a rip in the robe and one of her breasts is exposed.
Something green has splattered against her breasts and is dripping down.

There is a nameplate. “Denise, Alchemist, 1973-“

Alchemist? Wasn’t that the medieval version of chemistry before chemistry

was invented? Do people still do that in modern times? Well, that might
explain the crazy eyes.
Maybe you were wrong about these people. What if they are not as kinky as
much as they are out of their mind? They could be a cult like Flat Earthers
or Morris Dancers.

It doesn’t really change anything. You are too curious to go back downstairs
and just stand around. It just means that you need to be on guard in case
anything weird happens.

The hallway is to your right. The walls are covered in red wood paneling.
The floor is dark hardwood. Here and there are small tables to hold strange
flowers.

You walk to one of the flowers. It is purple and shaped like a sunflower. It
has a musky smell that sends a shiver down your spine. For some reason,
your pussy is clenching together. What kind of flower is this?

On your left is a heavy wooden door. A metal plate has the inscription,
“Mobius” on it. Someone has taken a knife and carved the word Mobius
into the door at multiple spots. Judging by the variations in spelling,
sharpness and size, it looks like multiple people have carved the word into
the door.

What’s that all about?

You turn to the other door. It is painted white. There are metallic sparkles in
the paint that gives the door a silver appearance. A metal plate reads
“Astral”.

You catch another whiff of the purple plant. Your thighs quiver and your
you catch yourself licking your lips. It must be nerves or just the excitement
of exploring.

The Mobius door looks interesting but you are wary of all those carvings on
the outside. Why repeat the name over and over? Is it a warning, or some
sort of celebration? You are not sure.
The Astral door seems out of place for this house. The white door is a
bright contrast to the wood hall and floor. It isn’t marked with carvings like
the other door but it looks a little too pristine. It looks like a door that
people don’t use much because they know what is on the other side.

Then again, there are more doors further down the hallway. They look like
they have plates as well. Maybe they are more descriptive than these plates.
If you are going to risk getting in trouble by going upstairs, you kind of
want to know what you are getting into before you open a door.
Where do you want to explore?

I go through the Mobius door.

I go through the Astral door.

I go further down the red hallway.

I’m opening the kitchen door and getting up close with the handsome
bound guy.

You pull open the kitchen door as quietly as you can. The pouring rain
drowns out any sound that you make. The door opens and you step inside
the kitchen. Your wet clothes drip onto the floor but there is nothing you
can do about the puddles you are making.

The counter next to the door is loaded down with plates of food. Selections
of cheeses, sliced meats and fruits are laid out before you. There are also
plates of sandwiches and tacos. Either they are planning for a party or a lot
of people live here.

Your stomach growls and you try to remember the last time that you ate.
They have so much food here, they won’t miss it if you take a bite.

You pick a pale looking cheese and pop it into your mouth. It melts in your
mouth. The flavor is peppery with a hint of sweetness. You wonder what
kind of cheese it is because you have certainly never had it before.

A flush of heat comes over you and goes directly to between your thighs.
That’s right, you didn’t come in here to eat. Well, not food at least.

The man stands quietly up against the wall. The lemon in his mouth makes
sure of that. He is wearing a blindfold so he doesn’t notice you yet. You
take a moment to admire his body.

The man is extremely fit. With his long red hair, he reminds you of
something out of a barbarian movie. His hands are above his head, tied with
rope to a thick metal ring. Welts cover his body from where the Hispanic
woman had been hitting him with the spoon. Despite the welts, his
impressive cock is hard and throbbing.

Dirty thoughts race through your mind. You are tempted to strip, turn
around and mount him. You could fuck his bound body silly until he gets
you off.
Whoa, where did that thought come from? Are you normally this aggressive
with helpless people?

The man’s cock bounces. You smirk. He is so turned on, it might more fun
to tease him. You could promise to get him off, bring him close and then
leave him hanging. Frustrating him might be more enjoyable than fucking
him.

Wow. Where did that idea come from? Maybe you are in a bad mood from
having your car break down and walking in the rain and you want to take it
out on a handsome stranger.

You shake your head. Why are you so intent on using this poor man? As
many welts and bruises as he has, maybe he needs a rescue. The kind thing
to do would be to take one of the many knives in here and cut him down.

Lightning flashes outside and thunder booms. You glance at the door that
you saw the Hispanic woman go through. When is she coming back? If you
are going to do something, you better do it now.
What will you do with the helpless man with the hard cock?

I help him get free.

I get that cock inside me while he is tied up.

I tease the man and make him beg to climax.

I go through the Astral door.

The door opens smoothly and quietly. The room inside is dark and dimly lit.
There is an oil lamp sitting on a table and it barely illuminates the room.
The table has a box and some sort of strange metal contraption. The floor is
dark wood and looks scuffed.

The walls are filled with pages. The pages cover every available surface of
the walls, and in some cases, cover other pages. You enter the room and
close the door. There are even pages on the back of the door. Faces have
been drawn onto the paper in black ink.

You take a closer look at a picture. It is a man’s face. His facial hair looks
like something from the 1800’s. He looks sad. ‘Manfort’ is scribbled on the
page. Is that his name? Or is that the name of the artist?

How odd. You walk over to the table. As you get closer, you notice that
something is painted onto the floor in the center of the room. It is a
pentagram laid out in silver paint. It is about a meter in diameter and a
person could easily stand inside it.

Well, that is weird. Not only are the people of this house kinky, but they
must be into occult stuff. It looks like late-night movies are right, all kinky
orgy people are into black magic.

You look at the table. A box sits on the table and is about a foot long. You
open the box and inside are a pair of purple gloves. The gloves glimmer in
the dim lamp light.

Next to the glove box is a metal contrivance of wheels, astrology symbols,

gears, tubes and lots of small needles. You have no idea what it does. As
you watch it, the gears turn and some of the wheels rotate. A disc filled with
names stops and a needle points at ‘Cynthia’.

Is Cynthia one of the names on the pages? You are tempted to look but there
are hundreds of pages. You are not that curious.
You look at the pentagram. What is it for? You try to remember what you
have seen on television. Pentagrams are for protection, right? Or are they to
hold something?

A chill runs down your back. It is cold in here. You pull the robe tighter
around you but the material is too thin to give much warmth. The strange
fabric runs across your skin and it feels like fingertips are brushing you.

The pentagram scares you. There is something off about it. The sense of
fear creeps over you and won’t let go. Part of you wants to run out of this
room and never come back.

You frown. This is silly. You are a grown woman. You can’t be afraid of
silver paint on the floor.

There is just one thing to do. You stick your hand into the pentagram.

A mouth kisses the tips of your fingers.

“Fuck, shit!” you yell and pull your hand back out. What was that?

You squint and look into the pentagram. Other than some odd shadows from
the oil lamp, there is nothing there. You walk around it to make sure you
didn’t miss something.

Did you imagine it? Are your nerves that frazzled?

You stick your hand back into the pentagram. A mouth kisses the tips of
your fingers. Lips wrap around your thumb and suck. Fingers stroke the
inside of your arm.

It feels nice. It feels weird. You pull your hand back out. Something,
multiple somethings, were touching you! You can’t see them but they are
there!
You are starting to get intrigued. Whatever is in there, it seems confined to
the pentagram. You can reach in, but they can’t reach out.

What if you put more than your hand in there? Kissing on your fingers is
nice but if your whole body was in there, what would happen?

What about the gloves? You look at them in a new light. Maybe they are to
help with touching what’s on the other side. Should you put them on?

Wait, what are you thinking? A moment ago, you were thinking of running
out of this room and now you want to experiment with strange invisible
things you feel inside a silver pentagram? Is that smart?
What will you do?

I step into the pentagram.

I try on the purple gloves.

I get the hell out of this weird place and back into the hallway.
I go further down the red hallway.

What kind of names are these? Mobius and Astral? They sound like
something out of a 70’s rock station.

You go past the doors and further down the red hallway. There is a door to
your right with a more normal sounding name, ‘Lord Brisbane’. There you
go. You try the door.

It is locked.

The next door has the nameplate of Lady Morley. It is also locked.

You snort. For all that you know, the Astral and Mobius door were locked
too. Maybe the butler warned you away from going upstairs because the
rooms are locked.

The robe continues to distract you as you walk. The soft fabric shifts on
your shoulders and you swear that it feels like someone is breathing on your
neck. The robe sticks to your sex and the material clings to the lips of your
pussy. Some of the material wraps around your leg and it feels like someone
is kissing the back of your knee.

The next door reads ‘Perezes’. It is locked.

The next door says ‘Nightmare’. The doorknob is missing. A metal plate is
screwed over the hole. Six deadbolts lock the door on this side. You will
leave that one alone.

The hallway turns a corner. It is tempting to give up and just go downstairs.

You keep going. Maybe you’ll find a phone.

There is a strange smell in the hall. It is fruity but also a little musky. You
take a moment to sniff the air and try to identify what is it.
Could it from that table with the flower vase? Purple flowers sit in the vase
and they aren’t like any that you have seen before. What are they?

And why are you so wet suddenly? You must be getting turned on from
sneaking around upstairs. Who knew you got off on being where you
shouldn’t be?

You walk over to the table to get a better look at the flowers. Your right foot
sinks into the floor and keeps going up to your shin. Luckily you don’t fall
but it is close.

“What the fuck?” you say as you look at your leg. Did you step in a hole?
No, it doesn’t look like it. You poke the edge of the floor next to your leg.
The floor is solid.

Your other foot starts to sink. It goes down to the same depth as your first
foot. You push down with your feet and it feels solid underneath you. What
is going on?

The floor bubbles and you sink down to your knees. Hard wood encases
your foot and calves. The bubbling stops and the floor is solid again.

“Fuck this,” you say. You have no idea what is going on. What kind of floor
acts like quicksand one second and then a hard floor the next? Are you on
drugs? Did the butler slip you something?

Something touches your buried calves. It feels warm and soft. The warm
sensation grows like a hot massage pad.

“No, no, no,” you say. Is this some of weird kinky thing? Well, you are not
putting up with it.

The table you were going to is close by. You reach for the table and grab it.
The table is heavy and doesn’t move. Maybe you can use it to drag yourself
out of the floor.
The floor bubbles again. You begin to sink again. Your hands hold onto the
table edge but you still sink down to your thighs. The bubbling stops and
the floor is solid again.

“Fuck, shit!” you say. At this rate, you’re going to be under any minute!

The warmth spreads up your legs. It feels good on your thighs. You didn’t
realize how tired you were from walking to this house and then standing
around in the foyer. Part of you is tempted to just relax and enjoy it.

Wait, is that a tongue? Yes, it feels like it. The tongue is warm and licking
the inside of your right thigh.

Is someone under you? You try to kick your leg but it won’t move. The
tongue keeps licking and you shudder. It is a talented tongue but it is hard to
ignore that the tongue belongs to someone licking your trapped leg.

There’s another tongue! This one is licking your left thigh! Fuck, how many
weirdoes are licking your legs under this floor?

It does feel nice. It feels really nice. Could this be some sort of sex game?
Are there people with sinking floor fetishes? Man, the people in this house
are into some weird shit.

You still have a grip on the table. You pull with all your might and feel
yourself rises a few inches out of the floor.

The tongues lick faster. Are they afraid that you will escape?

Part of you is afraid that you might escape, too. The tongues do feel nice. It
might be tempting to let the floor keep taking you. It might be nice to be
licked by unseen people beneath the hallway floor.

Wait, what are you thinking? That’s crazy. You should keep pulling on the
table and get your ass out of this sinking floor trap. Surely, that is the smart
thing to do.
It all depends on how smart you are feeling.
How are feeling?

Turned on! I sink into the floor!

Smart! I want to pull myself out!

I go through the Mobius door.

The door opens slowly. It is quite heavy and takes both hands to open. The
side of the door has six bolts for deadlocks but you don’t see a keyhole or a
way to lock it on either side.

The room inside is red. The walls are painted red and the floor is red. A
fireplace has a roaring fire but instead of logs, there is a pile of something
burning. There is a heavy warmth to the room that makes you glad that you
are only wearing a light robe.

Bent over and facing the fire is a naked white man. His ass is as red as the
rest of the room. He is bent over a red leather bench but he doesn’t look to
be tied down or anything. He is in fabulous shape, with thick muscles and
the most perfect ass that you have ever seen.

“Hello?” you ask. “Am I interrupting anything?”

The man groans but does not answer.

Curiosity gets the better of you. His ass is another incentive as it is quite
awesome. Maybe this guy needs some help. It wouldn’t hurt to check.

You step into the room, checking to make sure the door doesn’t close on
you. An orange door is to your left but you ignore it. Your attention is on
the bent over man.

“Are you okay?” you ask.

The man raises his head. Short blonde hair is soaked in sweat. His cheeks
are streaked with tears. He sees you and stands up, wincing as his ass hurts.
“Give me your robe!” he shouts.

“What?”
He points to above the fireplace. There is a sign that you hadn’t seen before.
It says, “Strip or Spank!”

“No, no,” you say as you back away. “I don’t play kink games with
strangers. I am just visiting.”

The man looks past you and screams. He runs towards the orange door,
opens it and runs through it. The door slams behind him.

What the fuck is behind you? You turn around and nothing is there. That’s
weird.

The door you came through is closed. You walk over to it and pull on the
knob. The door won’t budge. You have no doubt that all six of those locks
are engaged.

“Fuck!” you say.

There is a sudden chill. Despite the roaring fire, you feel cold. You pull the
robe tighter around you and look around the room.

A woman stands by the bench. Where the fuck did she come from? She is
dressed from head to toe in black leather so you are not if she is a woman at
all except for her wide hips and prominent bust. Red hair sprouts from a
topknot in her hood You wonder how she doesn’t pass out in this heat from
all that leather.

“Hello,” you tell her. “Uh, I didn’t see you here. I’m sorry if I am
interrupting anything.

She walks towards you on impossible twelve-inch heels. From behind her
back, she pulls out a long red paddle. She holds it out and the paddle casts
menacing shadows on the wall.

“Wait, wait, wait!” you yell. “I’m just visiting! I’m not here to play!”

The woman stops. She points to the sign.

“Strip or Spank,” you say. “Okay, I get that but I am just visiting! My car
broke down and I wanted to use your phone! The butler will be looking for
me!”

The leather woman slaps the paddle in her hand. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!
She slams the paddle hard into her hand but she doesn’t seem fazed by it.
Even with leather gloves it should hurt.

She points again to the sign. It looks like she considered your point and
dismissed it. Her hand drops and she starts walking towards you. Her heels
click on the floor as she gets closer. She is done discussing this.
Do you obey the leather woman?

Yeah, I don’t want to get hit by that nasty paddle.

Nope, I told her I wasn’t playing and I mean it.

Yeah, I don’t want to get hit by that nasty paddle.

When in a kinky creepy house, do as the kinky creepy house people do. You
undo the belt of your robe and the leather woman stops in her tracks.

A moment of modesty comes over you. Do you really want to get naked in
front of a stranger? You look at the woman’s hood but it doesn’t have any
holes for eyes. How does she even see in that?

The woman takes another step forward. She slaps the paddle in her hand.
WHAP!

You pull your robe apart and the woman stops again. Is she staring at your
exposed body or just waiting to see if you follow through? You are not sure
which is creepier.

A shrug of your shoulders and the robe slides down your body. It hits the
ground and you feel terribly exposed. The heat in the room rises and you
begin to sweat.

The woman rushes towards you.

“I took it off!” you yell as you back away.

The woman stops at your robe and picks it up. She clicks over to the
fireplace and throws the robe into the fire. That must be what the pile in the
fireplace is, a stack of burning clothes.

You go back to the door that you came in. It still won’t open. The knob
won’t even turn.

“I just want to get out of here,” you tell the leather woman.

She stands there and says nothing.

“Is there a way to open this door?

The leather woman says nothing.

Is she staring at you? Your hands move to cover your sex. “Is there another
way out?”

The leather woman doesn’t answer.

You look around. The room only has the bench, the fireplace and the sign.
There is only one other door, the orange one.

“Will the orange door get me out of here?”

The leather woman doesn’t answer.

“Thanks a lot,” you say sarcastically. You don’t know if she can speak or
not but she could at least nod her head. Fuck it, you will just go through the
orange door. The guy went through there and maybe he can answer your
questions.

You go to the orange door and open it. There is a short hallway in front of
you. The wallpaper is a bright orange color with matching orange tiles on
the floor. It is something of an eyesore but at least it is much cooler in here
than the red room. At the far end is a yellow door.

A naked woman with long black hair stands in the middle of the hallway.
She is standing in an odd way, as if she had just stopped in mid-stride.
Small breasts are covered with tattoos of bats. Moisture shines on her damp
pubic hair. Her eyes are closed and she is biting her lip.

“Excuse me?” you say. You step into the orange hallway and the door
closes behind you. “Can you help me get out of here?”

The woman’s eyes open. She gasps and her body shudders.

“No way out,” the woman groans. She closes her eyes and lets out a moan.
Great, another weirdo. Maybe she is forbidden from telling anyone. Is
everyone playing kinky games here?

The orange door might lead to someone who can help. The hallway is wide
enough that you can walk past the woman without having to get too close to
her. You don’t want to interrupt whatever kinky shit she is doing.

After three steps, your body freezes. You look down at your legs and they
are just standing there. Your hands won’t move and neither will your arms.
All you can do is turn your head.

“What the fuck?” you ask. Okay, you can speak too.

“What’s happening?” you yell at the woman. “Why can’t I move?”

The woman opens her eyes. “You’ll see,” she says.

She shudders and her hips buckle. She breathes faster and faster before
screaming. You think she just climaxed.

“I don’t understand,” you say and it is true. What is going on? Why can’t
you move?

The woman gasps and nearly falls to the ground. She leans on the wall for
support and then quickly walks past you.

“Help me!” you yell but then you hear the slamming of the orange door.

Fuck, shit! Now what?

“Tits or ass,” a voice whispers.

You jump, or at least try to with a frozen body. Who said that? It sounded
male but you couldn’t be sure. It was so close as if they were by your ear
but you don’t feel anyone there.

“Tits or ass,” the voice whispers again. “Choose.”

“Who are you?” you ask.

Someone bits your earlobe. Sharp teeth nip your flesh. You cry out and the
biting stops.

“Tits or ass,” they ask again. “Or I’ll bite somewhere worse.”

You believe them. There isn’t much you can do with your body paralyzed
like this. It looks like you will have to pick.
How do you answer the voice?

Tits.

Ass.
Nope, I told her I wasn’t playing and I mean it.

“Back off!” you tell the woman. “I’ve read the books! I know you aren’t
allowed to dominate me without my consent, a safeword and a contract!”

The leather woman puts the paddle behind her back and brings her hand
back. Where did the paddle go? She grabs the belt holding your robe
together and pulls the knot loose. Your robe falls open and exposes your
body.

“No means no, bitch!” you snap and you push the leather woman as hard as
you can. It is like pushing a wall. You hurt your arm and the leather woman
doesn’t budge. How is that possible?

The leather woman spins you around. Her strength is amazing. She grabs
the shoulders of the robe and pulls it down.

You bend your arms and the robe gets hooked on your elbows. The leather
woman pulls and it hurts your arms but you keep them cinched close to
your body. You are not fucking stripping for this weirdo!

RIPPP! The robe tears apart down your back. Is the leather woman using a
knife or is she just that strong?

The leather woman grabs your right wrist and your right shoulder. Intense
pressure is exerted on your shoulder and you drop to your knees. You cry
out as your arm is wrenched straight out. A moment later, the ripped right
side of your robe is pulled off your body.

She grabs your left arm and you straighten your arm before she can hurt
you. Your robe is pulled off and you are left naked on the floor.

The leather woman takes the remnants of your robe and walks over to the
fireplace. Her heels click as she walks. That must be what the pile in the
fireplace is, a stack of burning clothes.
You go back to the door that you came in. It still won’t open. The knob
won’t even turn.

“I just want to get out of here,” you tell the leather woman.

She stands there and says nothing.

“Is there a way to open this door?

The leather woman says nothing.

Is she staring at you? Your hands move to cover your sex. “Is there another
way out?”

The leather woman doesn’t answer.

You look around. The room only has the bench, the fireplace and the sign.
There is only one other door, the orange one.

“Will the orange door get me out of here?”

The leather woman doesn’t answer.

“Thanks a lot,” you say sarcastically. You don’t know if she can speak or
not but she could at least nod her head. Fuck it, you will just go through the
orange door. The guy went through there and maybe he can answer your
questions.

You go to the orange door and open it. There is a short hallway in front of
you. The wallpaper is a bright orange color with matching orange tiles on
the floor. It is something of an eyesore but at least it is much cooler in here
than the red room. At the far end is a yellow door.

A naked woman with long black hair stands in the middle of the hallway.
She is standing in an odd way, as if she had just stopped in mid-stride.
Small breasts are covered with tattoos of bats. Moisture shines on her damp
pubic hair. Her eyes are closed and she is biting her lip.
“Excuse me?” you say. You step into the orange hallway and the door
closes behind you. “Can you help me get out of here?”

The woman’s eyes open. She gasps and her body shudders.

“No way out,” the woman groans. She closes her eyes and lets out a moan.

Great, another weirdo. Maybe she is forbidden from telling anyone. Is

everyone playing kinky games here?

The orange door might lead to someone who can help. The hallway is wide
enough that you can walk past the woman without having to get too close to
her. You don’t want to interrupt whatever kinky shit she is doing.

After three steps, your body freezes. You look down at your legs and they
are just standing there. Your hands won’t move and neither will your arms.
All you can do is turn your head.

“What the fuck?” you ask. Okay, you can speak too.

“What’s happening?” you yell at the woman. “Why can’t I move?”

The woman opens her eyes. “You’ll see,” she says.

She shudders and her hips buckle. She breathes faster and faster before
screaming. You think she just climaxed.

“I don’t understand,” you say and it is true. What is going on? Why can’t
you move?

The woman gasps and nearly falls to the ground. She leans on the wall for
support and then quickly walks past you.

“Help me!” you yell but then you hear the slamming of the orange door.

Fuck, shit! Now what?

“Tits or ass,” a voice whispers.

You jump, or at least try to with a frozen body. Who said that? It sounded
male but you couldn’t be sure. It was so close as if they were by your ear
but you don’t feel anyone there.

“Tits or ass,” the voice whispers again. “Choose.”

“Who are you?” you ask.

Someone bits your earlobe. Sharp teeth nip your flesh. You cry out and the
biting stops.

“Tits or ass,” they ask again. “Or I’ll bite somewhere worse.”

You believe them. There isn’t much you can do with your body paralyzed
like this. It looks like you will have to pick.
How do you answer the voice?

Tits.

Ass.
Tits.

You make your choice and wait for the voice to respond. It doesn’t say
anything.

Something licks your right nipple. You stare down at your breast but
nothing is there. An invisible tongue presses hard on your nipple and you
see your nipple move.

Terror grips you. This doesn’t make any sense. You can feel an invisible
tongue licking your tit but you can do nothing about it because most of your
body won’t move.

Are you dreaming? Did you crash your car and this whole house is a
hallucination? That would make more sense than what is happening now.

An invisible mouth wraps around your nipple. The mouth sucks and not
only do you feel it, but you hear it as well. The talented tongue flicks your
nipple while the mouth sucks.

Despite the strangeness, the sucking is effecting you. Your thighs are
quivering. If you weren’t paralyzed, you would be leaning into the mouth.
Your sex is clenching as you imagine the mouth somewhere more intimate.

You look at the yellow door ahead of you. Will you ever reach it? The
woman who was in here before, she was trapped but now she is gone. The
mouth must eventually let you go but how long does it keep you?

The invisible mouth lets go of your nipple. Soft kisses are planted on the
curve of your breast. The kisses work their way towards your other breast
and onto the nipple there. The soft tongue flicks over your hard nub of flesh
before the rest of the mouth seals around your aureole.

You moan. It is a talented mouth.

The sucking continues for a few seconds and then suddenly stops. You
almost fall as the force holding your body lets go. You are free to move
again.

You hesitate. It’s over already? You don’t know whether to be relived or
disappointed.

Urgency takes over. You walk quickly to the yellow door and open it.
Without looking ahead, you go into the room and close the door behind
you.

The room is a bright yellow. It also has six walls. A green door is set on the
wall opposite of you. There is no furniture in the room, nor is there any
people.

That doesn’t mean anything. The leather woman suddenly appeared in the
red room. You never saw what licked you in the yellow room. Something
could be here and you won’t see it until it is ready.

You run to the other door. Maybe you can outrace whatever is in this room.
You are a foot away from the green door when something grabs you by the
hair. It swings you around and sends you back the way you came as you fall
to the floor.

“That is no way for an offering to act!” a voice booms out.

A man stands before you. His skin is black, not dark, but black like a night
sky with no stars. He towers above you and must be at least seven feet tall.
Black horns sprout from his head and large bat-like wings flap behind his
back. He is naked and an immense black cock swings between his legs.

You stare at him in silence. His body is muscular and his face is so
handsome that it hurts to look at him. You stare at his feet and they are
cloven hooves.

Something breaks inside your mind. You must be crazy. This must be a
breakdown. This man looks like a demon and demons don’t exist.
“Much better,” the demon says as he looks down at your stunned silence.
He grabs his cock. “I will let you worship me now. Will you offer me your
mouth or that wet cunt of yours?”

The demon strokes his cock. It throbs in his hand. There is no way that you
can get past him. You have already felt his strength. He will get what he
wants and it is just a matter of what you will give him.

Choices, over and over again you are offered choices. If you are insane,
why do they keep asking you to make choices?
What do you offer?

I offer my mouth.

I offer my sex.
Ass.

You make your choice and wait for the voice to respond. It doesn’t say
anything.

Something licks your asshole. It is directly on your tight hole even though
you don’t feel anything against your buttocks. You try to turn your head but
you still can’t see what is happening to your ass.

Terror grips you. This doesn’t make any sense. You can feel an invisible
tongue licking your asshole but you can do nothing about it because most of
your body won’t move.

Are you dreaming? Did you crash your car and this whole house is a
hallucination? That would make more sense than what is happening now.

The invisible mouth keeps licking. The talented tongue flicks around the
edges of your asshole. Will it go in? You feel that it might. Or will it just
keep teasing you? Either is possible.

Despite the strangeness, the licking is effecting you. Your thighs are
quivering. If you weren’t paralyzed, you would be leaning into the tongue.
Your sex is clenching as you imagine the mouth somewhere more intimate.

You look at the yellow door ahead of you. Will you ever reach it? The
woman who was in here before, she was trapped but now she is gone. The
mouth must eventually let you go but how long does it keep you?

The unseen tongue pushes into your asshole. You gasp and the probing
tongue goes deeper. The tongue swirls and pushes into your tight hole. It is
wet and warm and feels so nice. All your attention is drawn to your most
intimate of places as the tongue fucks your ass.

You moan. It is a talented mouth.

The licking continues for a few seconds and then suddenly stops. You
almost fall as the force holding your body lets go. You are free to move
again.

You hesitate. It’s over already? You don’t know whether to be relived or
disappointed.

Urgency takes over. You walk quickly to the yellow door and open it.
Without looking ahead, you go into the room and close the door behind
you.

The room is a bright yellow. It also has six walls. A green door is set on the
wall opposite of you. There is no furniture in the room, nor is there any
people.

That doesn’t mean anything. The leather woman suddenly appeared in the
red room. You never saw what licked you in the yellow room. Something
could be here and you won’t see it until it is ready.

You run to the other door. Maybe you can outrace whatever is in this room.
You are a foot away from the green door when something grabs you by the
hair. It swings you around and sends you back the way you came as you fall
to the floor.

“That is no way for an offering to act!” a voice booms out.

A man stands before you. His skin is black, not dark, but black like a night
sky with no stars. He towers above you and must be at least seven feet tall.
Black horns sprout from his head and large bat-like wings flap behind his
back. He is naked and an immense black cock swings between his legs.

You stare at him in silence. His body is muscular and his face is so
handsome that it hurts to look at him. You stare at his feet and they are
cloven hooves.

Something breaks inside your mind. You must be crazy. This must be a
breakdown. This man looks like a demon and demons don’t exist.
“Much better,” the demon says as he looks down at your stunned silence.
He grabs his cock. “I will let you worship me now. Will you offer me your
mouth or that wet cunt of yours?”

The demon strokes his cock. It throbs in his hand. There is no way that you
can get past him. You have already felt his strength. He will get what he
wants and it is just a matter of what you will give him.

Choices, over and over again you are offered choices. If you are insane,
why do they keep asking you to make choices?
What do you offer?

I offer my mouth.

I offer my sex.
I offer my mouth.

You pick yourself off the floor and get on your knees. Your mouth opens
and you close your eyes. A strange calm comes over you. This feels right.

Clawed hands grab your head. The demon’s cock slips between your lips. It
fills your mouth and hits the back of your throat. Hairy balls rub against
your chin.

The cock is immense in your mouth. It tastes like spices from some far
away land. Your mouth is watering and you can’t stop licking him.

“Good, slave,” the demon says. “Open your eyes and look upon my glory!”

You look up at him with his cock in your mouth. He is so handsome. The
supernaturally black body is flawless and looks like dark marble. The
definition of his muscles is perfection. Tears form as you realize you will
never see anything this wondrous again.

The demon thrusts into your mouth. The cock is too big but you take it.
Claws dig into your scalp as he slowly fucks your mouth. Thick demonic
balls bounce off your chin.

“Your mouth is mine, freely offered and freely given,” the demon says.

You nod in agreement, enraptured by his glorious beauty.

Powerful hands pin you to his crotch. He forces all his length into your
mouth and down your throat. Your nose is buried in thick pubic hair that
smells of brimstone. You gasp, choke and struggle to breathe but he keeps
you pinned down.

You push against his thighs but it is like pushing against a mountain. His
cock throbs deep in your throat as you struggle.
Mercifully, he pulls your head back. Only the tip of his demon cock is in
your mouth. You gasp and suck in air.

He thrusts back into your mouth and fucks your face fast and hard. His cock
rams deep down your throat with amazing speed. Every thrust slams his
balls against your gasping lips.

Your jaw goes slack. He is pounding your face. Your lips are tingling from
the bruising. He fucks your face harder. Your jaw aches. He rams your
mouth faster.

You take it all. Your mouth is his to use and you are grateful for the
opportunity to please him. He is the most beautiful creature that you have
ever seen and it is right that he uses you as he sees fit.

Desire wells up inside you. Your sex is dripping onto the floor. You touch
yourself and you moan. Your fingers plunge deep inside your sex as the
demon fucks your face.

“No!” the demon booms and you take your hands away from your sex.
“Only my pleasure is your concern!”

Shame washes over you. He is right. You are offering your mouth; it is
selfish to think for yourself no matter how much your pussy needs to come.

The demon smiles at your obedience and tears roll down your cheeks. You
are happy to obey.

The thick cock grows inside your mouth. It stretches your jaws as it rams
your lips. Deeper and deeper it goes down your throat and you wonder how
any of this is possible.

“Glory to me!” the demon cries and his cock shakes violently within your
mouth.

A gush of seed fills your mouth. You swallow and another gush follows. It
is salty, thick and hot. It burns your throat as you swallow load after load of
the demon’s seed.

He finally pulls out of your mouth. His cock is covered in your spit and his
seed. He grabs his cock and it pulses in his hand.

“Go!” he commands. He points to the green door.

It hurts that he is banishing you but you do as he commands. You wipe your
chin and stumble to your feet. The seed feels heavy in your stomach.

You walk slowly to the green door. Deep down, you are hoping that he
changes his mind and summons you back.

He doesn’t.

The door opens and you reluctantly step through. You are in a green
hallway. The floor is hard and cold like stone. The walls are covered in deep
green paint that looks like it is still drying.

There is a metal folding chair and in front of the chair is a television set.
The television looks like an antique. The box is thick and bulky and unlike
the sleek LCD screens you are used to these days. The screen crackles with
snow.

A blue door is on the other end of the hall. You are almost afraid to walk to
it. Will you be paralyzed again? Will another demon appear? Could
something worse happen?

You force yourself to start walking. When you are near the television, the
snow clears and a scene appears. You see a naked woman, bent over with
her head and hands encased in a wooden stock. Her long blonde hair has
been braided. Behind her is a red brick wall splattered with stains. The film
quality is low and reminds you of home movies made from tapes.

Is it an old porn movie? Or is this footage taken from somewhere else in the
house? You can’t tell.
A man wearing purple robes walks over to her. You can’t see his face or
really his body. He pulls his robes apart to reveal a large erection. He
strokes it and then walks behind the woman. He enters the woman and you
see her shudder from the penetration.

You glance at the chair. It is obviously meant to be sat in while watching

this. The chair looks crude and uncomfortable.

The blue door waits, as well as whatever strangeness lies behind it. Do you
want to go through the door or do you want to sit here and watch a while?
What do you do in the green hallway?

I sit in the chair.

I go through the blue door.

I offer my sex.

You pick yourself off the floor and stand up. You part your legs and stroke
your sex. It is already soaking wet. A strange calm comes over you. This
feels right.

The demon strides over to you. He bends over and grabs you by the waist.
With no effort at all, he picks you up from your feet. He lowers you back
down onto his immense cock. The demon’s cock pushes up inside you as he
lowers you down.

The cock is so tight in your pussy. It throbs with potent power. Your pussy
clenches tightly around him as if you never want to let him go.

“Good, slave,” the demon says. “Worship my cock with your cunt!”

You squeeze tighter around him. He is so handsome. The supernaturally

black body is flawless and looks like dark marble. The definition of his
muscles is perfection. Tears form as you realize you will never see anything
this wondrous again.

The demon holds onto you and slides you up and down his cock. His
member is too big but you take it. Claws dig into your hips as he pumps you
on his dick. Your legs wrap around his powerful body.

“Your cunt is mine, freely offered and freely given,” the demon says.

You nod in agreement, enraptured by his glorious beauty.

Powerful hands grind you onto his cock. He forces all his length up into
your tight sex. You feel like you are being impaled with every thrust.

You place your hands on his chest. It is smooth and powerful as well as hot
to the touch. The muscles are as hard as stone. There is a smell of brimstone
that emanates from him.
He pulls your body up until only the tip of his demon cock is inside you.
You whimper at the sudden loss of his girth inside him. Your legs tighten
around him as you try to make him pull you back down but he is too strong
for you.

He slams you back down onto his cock. You cry out with relief and
pleasure. He holds you in place as his hips go into motion. His demon cock
pummels your pussy with infernal fury.

Your thighs go limp. He crashes into your pussy. Your sex lips are tingling
from the ramming. He fucks your pussy harder. Your thighs begin to ache.
He rams your sex faster.

You take it all. Your sex is his to use and you are grateful for the
opportunity to please him. He is the most beautiful creature that you have
ever seen and it is right that he uses you as he sees fit.

Desire wells up inside you. You touch yourself and you moan. Your fingers
stroke your sex as the demon uses your pussy.

“No!” the demon booms and you take your hands away from your sex.
“Only my pleasure is your concern!”

Shame washes over you. He is right. You are offering your sex; it is selfish
to think for yourself no matter how much your pussy needs to come.

The demon smiles at your obedience and tears roll down your cheeks. You
are happy to obey.

The thick cock grows inside your sex. It stretches your limits while the
demon fucks you. Deeper and deeper it goes inside you and you wonder
how any of this is possible.

“Glory to me!” the demon cries and his cock shakes violently within your
pussy.
A gush of seed fills your sex. You quiver and almost come. It is thick and
hot inside you. It burns your pussy as you take load after load of the
demon’s seed.

He finally pulls you off his cock. He drops you to the ground and you fall to
your knees.

You look up at him and await his next command. His cock is covered in
your pussy juices and his seed. He grabs his cock and it pulses in his hand.

“Go!” he commands. He points to the green door.

It hurts that he is banishing you but you do as he commands. You stumble

to your feet and your legs almost give out. The seed feels heavy in your
pussy.

You walk slowly to the green door. Deep down, you are hoping that he
changes his mind and summons you back.

He doesn’t.

The door opens and you reluctantly step through. You are in a green
hallway. The floor is hard and cold like stone. The walls are covered in deep
green paint that looks like it is still drying.

There is a metal folding chair and in front of the chair is a television set.
The television looks like an antique. The box is thick and bulky and unlike
the sleek LCD screens you are used to these days. The screen crackles with
snow.

A blue door is on the other end of the hall. You are almost afraid to walk to
it. Will you be paralyzed again? Will another demon appear? Could
something worse happen?

You force yourself to start walking. When you are near the television, the
snow clears and a scene appears. You see a naked woman, bent over with
her head and hands encased in a wooden stock. Her long blonde hair has
been braided. Behind her is a red brick wall splattered with stains. The film
quality is low and reminds you of home movies made from tapes.

Is it an old porn movie? Or is this footage taken from somewhere else in the
house? You can’t tell.

A man wearing purple robes walks over to her. You can’t see his face or
really his body. He pulls his robes apart to reveal a large erection. He
strokes it and then walks behind the woman. He enters her and you see her
shudder from the penetration.

You glance at the chair. It is obviously meant to be sat in while watching

this. The chair looks crude and uncomfortable.

The blue door waits, as well as whatever strangeness lies behind it. Do you
want to go through the door or do you want to sit here and watch a while?
What do you do in the green hallway?

I sit in the chair.

I go through the blue door.

I sit in the chair.

Curiosity once again wins out. You are also still horny from what you went
through with the demon. Maybe you will get your satisfaction.

You sit in the chair. The cold steel sends a shiver through your body.

On the screen, the robed man is fucking the bound woman. The robe
conceals his face so that all you see is darkness. Considering what you have
seen so far, it might be that he doesn’t have a face to show.

The bars of the stocks are thin and you can see the woman’s heavy tits
swing from the force of his thrusts. She cries out and she alternates between
screams of distress and moans of pleasure.

The camera angle never changes. The fixed position makes you feel like
you are watching the scene from inside the room.

The robed man grabs her braid. He pulls on it while he fucks her from
behind. The stocks won’t let her move or tilt her head back no matter how
hard he pulls.

There is no soundtrack. There is no fancy lighting. This feels raw and

personal. It feels real.

Your hand drifts down to your sex. You moan as your fingers begin to
stroke. After the weirdness that you have encountered, it is good just to be
touched by your own hand.

The robed man slaps her ass. The woman cries out and then moans. Is it all
consensual? Is she a prisoner being used? You make your choice based on
what will help get you off.

The robed man pulls out of the woman. Did he come? You can’t tell. He
steps away to the left and another robed man walks onto the screen from the
right. His erection is dark and large. He takes his place behind the woman.
She whimpers as he enters her.

How many robed figures are there? You don’t know. Is it a few or many?
You stroke your pussy faster as you think about it.

The new robed man fucks the bound woman and he is much harder than the
previous one. The stocks shake with the force of his fucking.

The woman’s massive tits swing wildly. She winces but her cries of
pleasure are louder. You watch her hands curl into fists as she takes the
fucking.

You moan and grab your breast as you keep masturbating. You alternate
between pitying the woman and envying her.

The robed man keeps fucking her. The woman shakes her head and her
braid swings back and forth. She screams louder as you stroke deeper.

The man finally stops. He pulls out of her and she gasps with relief. As he
walks to the left, another robed man comes from the right.

There is no pause as the new man enters her. The woman lets out a long
wail and then he fucks her. He is much slower and calmer than the last one
but her hands are still clenched.

You stroke faster. It is easy to imagine yourself bent over and bound in the
stocks. You can picture the extensive line of robed men ready to take their
place behind you. You can almost feel their cocks as you stroke deep inside
you.

“Fuck!” you cry as you climax. The tension within your body breaks like a
dam and pleasure flows through your body. You shudder and keep stroking
as another orgasm builds.

The television screen changes back to snow. The crackle of the television
startles you. You reach for a dial but realize that there isn’t one.
“Fuck, shit!” you say and quit masturbating. Is someone watching you? Are
they allowing you only one orgasm? Assholes!

You wipe your slick fingers on the chair, purely out of spite. Standing up,
you go to the blue door and hope it gets you back to the hallway with the
stairs.

The door opens into a large blue room. The walls are painted with fish as if
you were underwater. On the left wall is a door that is a darker shade of
blue, maybe indigo.

A giant bed sits in the middle. The bed is circular and filled with pillows of
odd shapes. Sitting on the bed are two women. They are blue as well. One
woman is slender with small breasts and a petite body. The other woman is
curvy with massive breasts and wide hips. Both wear white masks that
cover their faces except for their smiling mouths.

A naked man is on the side of the bed. He looks Asian with short hair and a
small mustache. His cock is limp and slick from sex. He looks at you and
nods before getting up.

“Can you help me?” you say. “I am trying to get back to the hallway.”

The man shakes his head. “We are all lost here,” he says and then he heads
towards the indigo door.

“Please, I need directions,” you tell him. “I was supposed to stay downstairs
but I wondered up here. I just want to get back to my car.”

He looks at you sadly. “You are here now. Learn to enjoy it.”

He opens the indigo door. There is no light inside and it looks completely
dark. The man sighs and steps through the door.

You glance at the masked women. They beckon you to the bed. The slender
one has her legs open and is rubbing at the smooth lips of her sex. The
curvy one is grabbing her tits and presenting them for you.

There is something soothing about them. You feel like they would be
gentle. It might be a welcome break from what you have gone through.

Then again, the indigo door waits for you. It might be best to continue and
see if you can keep talking to the Asian man.
Are you staying in the blue room?

Yes, I want to sit with these masked ladies awhile.

No, I am going through the indigo door.

I go through the blue door.

After what you have been through, you are happy to have the chance to
avoid something if you can. You walk past the television and go to the blue
door.

Fear rises within you. Will another leather woman appear to threaten you?
Will another demon manifest and make you worship him? Will you be
paralyzed while something takes advantage of you? Maybe you should have
watched the television.

Nothing happens and you reach the blue door. The door knob turns easily. It
looks like you truly are free to leave this room.

The door opens into a large blue room. The walls are painted with fish as if
you were underwater. On the left wall is a door that is a darker shade of
blue, maybe indigo.

A giant bed sits in the middle. The bed is circular and filled with pillows of
odd shapes. Sitting on the bed are two women. They are blue as well. One
woman is slender with small breasts and a petite body. The other woman is
curvy with massive breasts and wide hips. Both wear white masks that
cover their faces except for their smiling mouths.

A naked man is on the side of the bed. He looks Asian with short hair and a
small mustache. His cock is limp and slick from sex. He acknowledges you
with a nod before getting up.

“Can you help me?” you say. “I am trying to get back to the hallway.”

The man shakes his head. “We are all lost here,” he says and then he heads
towards the indigo door.

“Please, I need directions,” you tell him. You walk over to him. “I was
supposed to stay downstairs but I wondered up here. I just want to get back
to my car.”
He looks at you sadly. “You are here now. Learn to enjoy it.”

He opens the indigo door. There is no light inside and it looks completely
dark. The man sighs and steps through the door.

You glance at the masked women. They beckon you to the bed. The slender
one has her legs open and is rubbing at the smooth lips of her sex. The
curvy one is grabbing her tits and presenting them for you.

There is something soothing about them. You feel like they would be
gentle. It might be a welcome break from what you have gone through.

Then again, the indigo door waits for you. It might be best to continue and
see if you can keep talking to the Asian man.
Are you staying in the blue room?

Yes, I want to sit with these masked ladies awhile.

No, I am going through the indigo door.

Yes, I want to sit with these masked ladies awhile.

You need a fucking break. The door can wait. Right now, you need to rest.
You go to the bed and crawl onto it.

The curvy woman offers her blue breasts to you. You lay your face against
the massive curves. They feel warm and soft. You nuzzle them for a
moment and enjoy the moment.

The slender one gets behind you. She kisses the base of your spine and
shivers run down your spine. Gentle lips kiss their way up your back.

You moan into the curvy one’s breasts. She turns and offers you a nipple.
You suck on it and taste her sweat, or maybe the sweat of the man who was
here earlier. Either way, you suck on the nipple and enjoy how hard it gets
in your mouth.

The blue woman behind you kisses her way down your back. She retraces
her kisses with flicks of her tongue. Shivers run up and down your body as
she kisses her way down to your ass.

The curvy woman gently turns her chest and offers her other nipple for you.
It is already hard. You suck it into your mouth and let your tongue roll over
it.

The woman behind you opens her mouth and you feel her teeth against your
ass. She bites down ever so gently. Her mouth squeezes your ass and you
clench in response.

The curvy woman moans and lovingly holds your head as she leans back on
the bed. You come with her, still sucking on her nipple as she lays
underneath you. Her legs part and you climb between them.

You are on top of the curvy blue woman and her body radiates soothing
heat. She is like a big fluffy pillow. You settle onto her body and enjoy
having as much of her softness against your skin as possible.
The slender woman gets behind you. Her hands are on your hips. She
moves her fingers across your skin, letting the fingernail graze your body.

The curvy woman groans as you play with her blue tits. It is nice to be
groping someone else for a change after what you have been through. You
go back and forth between her giant breasts. Your mouth licks, nibbles and
sucks to your heart’s content.

The blue woman behind you moves her hands to your thighs. You part your
legs in the hopes that she gets the hint. She does, as her hands go between
your thighs. Fingernails drag across your skin as they move slowly up
towards your sex.

The first hand reaches your pussy lips and you groan into the curvy
woman’s breasts. The fingers rub along the sides of your sex and then onto
your lips. They rub back and forth in a slow gentle manner.

You groan again and the curvy woman lefts your head from her breasts. She
pulls you up gently until your mouth meets hers. The white mask is soft
against your face as her lips devours yours.

As you move, the slender woman’s hands move with your sex. They rub
against your pussy lips in a circular manner that has you dripping wet. She
moves her hand away and replaces it with her other hand.

The curvy woman groans into your mouth and her hips rise towards you.
The slender woman is stroking her too, now. The two of you keep kissing
while the third woman rubs both of your sexes.

The kisses turn into moans and soon the curvy woman turns your head so
she can kiss the side of your neck. She gently bites you, her teeth barely a
pinch on your neck. It sends fresh shivers down your spine.

The blue woman behind you slips her fingers inside you. Your pussy is slick
and ready. No matter what you have been through tonight, you are wet for
her touch. Knowing fingers glide inside you and stroke with loving
experience.

You shudder on top of the curvy woman’s soft body. Her massive tits rub
against yours as you grind on her body. Hot breath is on your neck while
her teeth continue their love bite.

The fingers stroke deeper. You are going to come. Part of you is afraid that
coming will bring this to an end. You want to hold off but your need is too
great.

You climax. You come with the slender woman’s fingers deep inside you.
You come as the curvy woman keeps biting your neck. You come as both
women continue to adore you.

The slender woman pulls her fingers from your sex. She crawls beside you
and smiles warmly beneath her white mask. Kneeling in front of you, she
rubs her slick fingers onto her small tits.

The curvy woman releases your neck from her teeth. You carefully roll off
the curvy woman’s body. You lay on your back as the slender woman
crawls over you. Both knees straddle your head and her hairless sex lowers
down to your face.

You lick her and she tastes sweet. Your tongue laps against her and her
thighs shudder around your head. You hold onto her legs as you lick deeper
into her.

The slender woman leans forward to rest her hands on your breasts. She
supports herself like this as she grinds on your face. Her pussy presses
down on your eager mouth.

The curvy woman moves around on the bed. She settles down between your
thighs, slinging your leg over her broad shoulder. You feel her warm breath
on your sex moments before her lips press against you.
You moan into the slender woman’s grinding pussy. You shudder as a
hungry mouth licks away at your sex. You clench tightly around the face
that is eating you.

The slender woman humps your face in a soft manner that you didn’t think
was possible. Her hips sway and move as if she is dancing on your face. It
lets you have access to every part of her blue pussy and you lick it all.

The mouth on your own pussy is just as talented. The tongue licks deep
inside you with a strength to rival any finger. Lips suck your flowing juices
while the tongue fucks your tight places.

The three of you groan together. The curvy woman groans into your pussy
as you groan into the slender woman’s sex as she groans from your
attention. Your moans form a melody that is more beautiful than any song.

You feel your orgasm coming again. This time you give into it, confident
that it won’t mean the end of this lovemaking. Your climax comes quickly
and you scream into the pussy sealed over your mouth.

The slender woman crawls off your body. The curvy woman grabs your ass
and easily lifts it up. A pillow is slipped under your butt and then the curvy
woman sets you back down. Your hips are elevated and is the highest point
of your body.

You wonder what they are doing when you feel the curvy woman’s mouth
back on your sex. It is quickly joined by the slender woman as she leans
over your pelvis to lick you. Both mouths go to work on licking your pussy.

“Oh fuck,” you moan. Both are talented. They each lick and nibble with the
skill that only someone with a pussy has. Tongues and mouths share your
wet sex with practiced skill.

You grab the sheet of the bed with both hands. As the two masked women
lick, your hips grind on the pillow beneath you. Your toes curl and you bite
your lip as you have your pussy eaten like nothing you have ever
experienced before.
Both women pause and you hear them kissing each other. You hear them as
they lick your juices from each other’s faces. Your pussy quivers as you
wait for their inevitable return.

They go back to licking you and you cry out. The short pause made you
crave them even more. They eat your pussy together and you feel your
orgasm rushing to the fore.

You cry out as you climax. Both mouths keep licking and nibbling as you
buck on the bed. Their faces press down against you as you ride out your
orgasm.

Dimly, you are aware of the pillow being removed out from under you. In
an afterglow haze, you are aware of both women laying to either side of
you. Almost half asleep with pleasure, you feel both of their mouths kiss
your breasts.

Hands move between your legs and you almost giggle. Are they going to
try to make you come again? It is impossible. You are too blissed out to feel
anything.

They try anyway. The curvy woman slips her fingers inside you while the
slender woman rubs your clitoris. While their hands are busy, their mouths
continue to suck and kiss your breasts.

You shudder between them. The bed feels so good that you might fall
asleep if it wasn’t for their attentions. You grab both by their bald heads and
pull them closer to your breasts.

The women’s hands change positions. The slender one is now thrusting
inside you while the curvy one rubs your clit. Their mouths continue to
worship your breasts as they find new places to kiss. They both swing their
legs over yours; wrapping your body with soft female flesh.

Despite your exhaustion, you feel your body reacting. You arch your back
as their fingers touch a sensitive spot inside you. You moan as both mouths
bite your breasts. You squirm as you snuggle against both women.

You come again. It hits you hard and you gasp. The fingers keep rubbing
and stroking as you savor every twitch of your climax.

A door swings open. It is the green one that you came through. A naked
black man stumbles in. He looks exhausted. He glances at the other door
but his eyes return to the bed. His limp cock begins to grow hard.

The blue women withdraw from you. They smile and blow kisses at the
man. They are completely focused on him.

You feel that your feelings should be hurt at their sudden loss of interest but
truth be told, you are grateful. Your pussy is exhausted as is the rest of your
body. You are ready to move on.

The man waits by the door as you climb out of bed. He smiles weakly as
you wobble on your feet.

“Hey, can you point me back to the stairs?” you ask the man. “The butler
told me to wait in the foyer.”

“Nah,” the man says. “There is no way out of here. You’ll see.”

That wasn’t helpful. You walk over to the indigo door. The man rushes over
to the bed where the blue masked women are already spreading their legs
for him.

The indigo door opens into darkness. That’s right, you saw that earlier. You
also saw a man go in here so there must be a way out.

You walk into the darkness. The door closes behind you. The darkness
envelops you. A moment of panic comes over you and you turn around and
reach for the door.

There is nothing there. You spread out your arms and take another step.
There is still nothing. This makes no sense. You barely took a step inside
the door.

It doesn’t have to make sense. You just left a bedroom that had two blue
women. There was a room with a demon. The first room you were in had a
woman that appeared out of nowhere. Nothing makes sense here.

You turn around and start walking in your best guess of where a door would
be. The floor is hard and feels like tile on your bare feet. You call out but
there is no answer.

After a few minutes, you notice something odd. The darkness isn’t black. It
has a color to it. The darkness is a dark shade of blue like indigo.

“Hello?” you call out again.

Someone grabs your hand. You let out a scream and then a nervous laugh.
“Thank God someone is here!”

The hand pulls your hand down. You encounter something long and hard. It
throbs against your hand. It is an erect penis!

You pull your hand back. “Eww!” you swing your arm towards them but
you feel nothing. “Who are you? Where are you?”

The hand grabs your wrist again. It pulls you back down to the hard penis.
Another hand wraps your fingers around the dick. It then releases your
hand.

You hold onto the hard penis. It throbs in your grip. You use your other
hand to reach for the rest of the body. There is nothing there.

Chills run through you. You keep reaching but all that you find is a scrotum
attached to the dick. Somehow that doesn’t surprise you. Even a
disembodied cock needs balls to get off.

Obviously, this entity wants a handjob. Are you up for that? You don’t
normally jerk off cocks in pitch indigo darkness but nothing about tonight
has been normal.

Then again, why the fuck should you be giving out handjobs? You want to
get out of here and you are never leaving this place if you keep stopping to
jack weird shit off.
Do you give this floating cock a handjob?

Yes, might as fucking well.

No, I rather get the fuck out of here.

No, I am going through the indigo door.

You look at the masked women. They look awfully friendly. Part of you
thinks that you are making a mistake by not enjoying them. Then again,
maybe they are a trap. You turn and open the door.

The indigo door opens into darkness. That’s right, you saw that earlier. You
also saw a man go in here so there must be a way out.

You walk into the darkness. The door closes behind you. The darkness
envelops you. A moment of panic comes over you and you turn around and
reach for the door.

There is nothing there. You spread out your arms and take another step.
There is still nothing. This makes no sense. You barely took a step.

It doesn’t have to make sense. You just left a bedroom that had two blue
women. There was a room with a demon. The first room you were in had a
woman that appeared out of nowhere. Nothing makes sense here.

You turn around and start walking in your best guess of where a door would
be. The floor is hard and feels like tile on your bare feet. You call out but
there is no answer.

After a few minutes, you notice something odd. The darkness isn’t black. It
has a color to it. The darkness is a dark shade of blue like indigo.

“Hello?” you call out again.

Someone grabs your hand. You let out a scream and then a nervous laugh.
“Thank God someone is here!”

The hand pulls your hand down. You encounter something long and hard. It
throbs against your hand. It is an erect penis!
You pull your hand back. “Eww!” you swing your arm towards them but
you feel nothing. “Who are you? Where are you?”

The hand grabs your wrist again. It pulls you back down to the hard penis.
Another hand wraps your fingers around the dick. It then releases your
hand.

You hold onto the hard penis. It throbs in your grip. You use your other
hand to reach for the rest of the body. There is nothing there.

Chills run through you. You keep reaching but all that you find is a scrotum
attached to the dick. Somehow that doesn’t surprise you. Even a
disembodied cock needs balls to get off.

Obviously, this entity wants a handjob. Are you up for that? You don’t
normally jerk off cocks in pitch indigo darkness but nothing about tonight
has been normal.

Then again, why the fuck should you be giving out handjobs? You want to
get out of here and you are never leaving this place if you keep stopping to
jack weird shit off.
Do you give this floating cock a handjob?

Yes, might as fucking well.

No, I rather get the fuck out of here.

Yes, might as fucking well.

There doesn’t appear to be a way out of the indigo darkness and you are
tired of walking. This cock, unseen as it is, is the only thing you have
found. It might be your only way out.

You lick your hand and make sure your fingers are wet before gripping it.
The cock floats at waist level so you can stroke it while you stand. The dick
throbs in your hand and you start jerking it.

It is odd to stroke someone without any feedback. There is no face to watch.

There are no sounds of moans or grunts. Without hips, you can’t even judge
how you are doing by watching for thrusts.

There are balls though. You use your other hand to cup them. Your fingers
gently massage the balls while your other hand keeps pumping.

Is it working? Again, you can’t tell. You keep stroking the cock.

Maybe you should suck on it. Impatience takes over and you bend over.
You guide the cock to your lips and give the head a lick. It tastes like a
regular cock. You open your mouth and move your head forward.

The hands reappear and grab your head. They pull your mouth away from
the dick and let go.

Huh, it prefers a handjob to oral. That might be the most unlikely thing that
has happened to you tonight.

You stroke the dick harder. Your arm gets sore and you switch hands. It is
awkward to stroke with your off-hand but you do it long enough for your
dominant hand to recover.

The cock begins to throb more. You use both hands to stroke it. It is hard to
tell, but it feels thicker.
You spit onto the cock and pump faster. You lean forward and rub your
breasts against the tip. Squatting down, you pump the cock and aim it
towards your tits.

The cock twitches. You feel a blast of hot liquid splatter against your chest.
Your hands keep pumping as more seed sprays from the cock.

It goes limp in your hands before vanishing altogether. The mess on your
chest vanishes too. You rub your breasts but nothing remains. Thank
goodness for small favors.

There is a yellow light up ahead. The light shines in the outline of a door. It
is barely six feet away from you.

You rush to it and open it. The light in the next room is overwhelming after
being in the indigo darkness. You walk through and close the door behind
you.

It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust. Wherever you are, you are not
alone. You can hear a man grunting and a woman whimpering. There is a
CHUFF-CHUFF-CHUFF sound that makes you wet just to hear it.

Your eyes recover. You are back in the yellow room. The demon is standing
in the center of the room, and he is fucking the ass of a bent over brown
woman. He has her arms pinned behind her back and is ramming his giant
cock into her tight brown hole.

What are you doing back here? Did you get turned around? No, that doesn’t
make sense. You look at the room. It has the same six walls but there is only
the indigo door behind you and a violet door on the far wall. Those doors
weren’t here before. There used to be an orange and green door.

“Puta madre!” the woman cries.

The demon snarls and fucks her ass harder.

You walk around the room and examine the walls. There is no trace of the
other doors. You knock on the walls but you don’t find anything.

The demon notices you but he doesn’t speak to you. He just growls and
pounds the ass of the brown woman.

You could probably just go if you wanted to. The demon doesn’t seem to
care. You refuse to go back into the indigo room so that just leaves the
violet door. Maybe it takes you out.

The brown woman screams. The demon grabs her black hair and pulls her
head back. The woman’s face looks enraptured.

Your pussy clenches. The demon is still incredibly beautiful. Just being near
it feels glorious. Part of you wants to escape but most of you just want to
bask in his glory.
Can you tear yourself away?

Yes, I go through the violet door.

No, I want to watch a little longer.

No, I rather get the fuck out of here.

You keep walking. Fuck strangers demanding handjobs. You just want to
find a way out of this place.

The indigo darkness stretches on. You keep walking. After a time, you start
counting your steps. When you reach two hundred, you start to get worried.

How big is this room? Or is it a hallway? You have been going straight,
haven’t you? It is hard to tell but you think so. Even if you weren’t going
perfectly straight, you should have reached a wall or something by now.

You try counting again. This time you stop at three hundred steps.

“Okay,” you shout. There is no echo. Is that good or bad? “Okay, I’ll give
you that handjob now!”

You wait for something to touch you but nothing does. You wave your
hands around but there are no phantom cocks.

After a few minutes, you start walking again. Your eyes strain to see
through the indigo darkness.

How long have you been here? An hour? Maybe more? Why aren’t you
hungry? Or thirsty? When was the last time that you used the bathroom?

Oh shit, what if this is like those art movies you used to watch and you are
actually dead? Maybe this is your Hell, just walking around in indigo
darkness forever?

A hand grabs your wrist. Tears spring to your eyes. You are not alone after
all. There might be a way out after all.

The hand guides your hand to a cock. You squeeze your fingers around it. It
pulses in your hand.
You lick your hand and make sure your fingers are wet before gripping it.
The cock floats at waist level so you can stroke it while you stand. The dick
throbs in your hand and you start jerking it.

It is odd to stroke someone without any feedback. There is no face to watch.

There are no sounds of moans or grunts. Without hips, you can’t even judge
how you are doing by watching for thrusts.

There are balls though. You use your other hand to cup them. Your fingers
gently massage the balls while your other hand keeps pumping.

Is it working? Again, you can’t tell. You keep stroking the cock.

Maybe you should suck on it. Impatience takes over and you bend over.
You guide the cock to your lips and give the head a lick. It tastes like a
regular cock. You open your mouth and move your head forward.

The hands reappear and grab your head. They pull your head away from the
dick and let go.

Huh, it prefers a handjob to oral. That might be the most unlikely thing that
has happened to you tonight.

You stroke the dick harder. Your arm gets sore and you switch hands. It is
awkward to stroke with your off-hand but you do it long enough for your
dominant hand to recover.

The cock begins to throb more. You use both hands to stroke it. It is hard to
tell, but it feels thicker.

You spit onto the cock and pump faster. You lean forward and rub your
breasts against the tip. Squatting down, you pump the cock and aim it
towards your tits.

The cock twitches. You feel a blast of hot liquid splatter against your chest.
Your hands keep pumping as more seed sprays from the cock.
It goes limp in your hands before vanishing altogether. The mess on your
chest vanishes too. You rub your breasts but nothing remains. Thank
goodness for small favors.

There is a yellow light up ahead. The light shines in the outline of a door. It
is barely six feet away from you.

You rush to it and open it. The light in the next room is overwhelming after
being in the indigo darkness. You walk through and close the door behind
you.

It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust. Wherever you are, you are not
alone. You can hear a man grunting and a woman whimpering. There is a
CHUFF-CHUFF-CHUFF sound that makes you wet just to hear it.

Your eyes recover. You are back in the yellow room. The demon is standing
in the center of the room, and he is fucking the ass of a bent over brown
woman. He has her arms pinned behind her back and is ramming his giant
cock into her tight brown hole.

What are you doing back here? Did you get turned around? No, that doesn’t
make sense. You look at the room. It has the same six walls but there is only
the indigo door behind you and a violet door on the far wall. Those doors
weren’t here before. There used to be an orange and green door.

“Puta madre!” the woman cries.

The demon snarls and fucks her ass harder.

You walk around the room and examine the walls. There is no trace of the
other doors. You knock on the walls but you don’t find anything.

The demon notices you but he doesn’t speak to you. He just growls and
pounds the ass of the brown woman.

You could probably just go if you wanted to. The demon doesn’t seem to
care. You refuse to go back into the indigo room so that just leaves the
violet door. Maybe it takes you out.

The brown woman screams. The demon grabs her black hair and pulls her
head back. The woman’s face looks enraptured.

Your pussy clenches. The demon is still incredibly beautiful. Just being near
it feels glorious. Part of you wants to escape but most of you just want to
bask in his glory.
Can you tear yourself away?

Yes, I go through the violet door.

No, I want to watch a little longer.

Yes, I go through the violet door.

It is hard to leave. You want to watch this magnificent demon fuck this
unworthy woman and then turn his attention to you. It feels wrong to
willingly walk away from such a divine being.

Yet, you do. You stick to the yellow walls, quietly circumnavigating the
room so as not to disturb the demon. He is too magnificent to bother while
he takes his pleasure.

The demon doesn’t notice you. Maybe that is how you can resist its charms
and go to the door. Perhaps if he turned his eyes on you, your legs would
refuse to take you another step away from him.

You reach the violet door and open it. The door leads into a hallway. Violet
curtains hang from the walls. A plush violet carpet covers the floor. A red
door waits on the other side. Wait, red? That was the room with the Mobius
door!

There are three naked people standing in the hall. Two of them are women
and one is a man. They don’t look frozen, they look like they are listening
for something.

You take a few steps and you hear it. It sounds like groaning. It sounds like
someone getting fucked. Two people are crying out as a bed squeaks.

Another step and the fucking sounds go away. Now you hear a vibrator. It is
buzzing as a woman moans.

You take another step and the sounds change. Now it is someone getting
spanked. The paddle strikes hard and person screaming is a man.

“Where does this come from?” you ask out loud.

“Shhh!” the man says.

“Quiet!” says the woman.

The third woman says nothing at all.

There must be a different sound for each part of the room. How strange.
You experiment and find that something as simple as tilting your head can
change what you hear.

The red door is at the end of the hall. Nothing is keeping you here. You are
free to go as soon as you wish. That is, if you don’t want to stay and listen.
Do you listen?

Yes, I stay.

No, I go to the door.

No, I want to watch a little longer.

You linger by the door and watch. If this door does take you out of here,
this might be your last chance to watch such a divine creature.

The demon spreads his wings. They flap a few times while he keeps
pounding the woman’s ass. He throws his head and back and roars with
pleasure.

The woman is limp on his cock. Her arms are pinned and her legs barely
stand. All that is keeping her up is the fact that she impaled on his demonic
cock.

A wave of jealousy washes over you. It is not fair that she is serving the
demon. She is just there whereas you would happily be thrusting back on
his magnificent cock. Instead of whimpering, she should be singing his
praises!

The demon looks at you and smirks. He knows that you are infatuated with
him. How could you not? He is a creature cut from the fabric of the
universe. Untold glories have been revealed to him. An endless parade of
offerings is his to take.

But, why is he here? Is he trapped or does he choose to be here? Could he

be a prisoner of this place just like you?

No, impossible.

The demon pushes the woman from his cock. She hits the ground in a
crumpled head. He holds his cock with one hand as he reaches for her with
the other. His massive claws grab her hair and yanks her to her knees.

“No,” the woman groans but she doesn’t fight him.

He pushes his cock into her mouth. The woman recoils, realizing where that
cock had just been but the demon’s grip is too strong. He slams his cock
into her mouth and keeps her there.

The demon roars and your pussy is damp with new desire. The woman’s
cheeks bulge as they fill with seed. She sputters and tries to swallow as
much as she can.

When he is done, he pulls his fat cock from her mouth. He looks at you and
sneers. “Go,” he commands. “Both of you.”

Your stomach sinks. He is rejecting you, or perhaps saving you for later. If
you have crossed paths already, who knows how soon you may see each
other again?

The demon knows, you are sure of it.

The brown woman crawls. Maybe her ass hurts too much to stand. She
heads to the indigo door. Does she know of the darkness waiting for her?
Maybe she seeks the comfort of nothing after being fucked by the infernal.

You turn around and open the violet door. It opens into a hallway. Violet
curtains hang from the walls. A plush violet carpet covers the floor. A red
door waits on the other side. Wait, red? That was the room with the Mobius
door!

There are three naked people standing in the hall. Two of them are women
and one is a man. They don’t look frozen, they look like they are listening
for something.

You take a few steps and you hear it. It sounds like groaning. It sounds like
someone getting fucked. Two people are crying out as a bed squeaks.

Another step and the fucking sounds go away. Now you hear a vibrator. It is
buzzing as a woman moans.

You take another step and the sounds change. Now it is someone getting
spanked. The paddle strikes hard and person screaming is a man.
“Where is this coming from?” you ask out loud.

“Shhh!” the man says.

“Quiet!” says the woman.

The third woman says nothing at all.

There must be a different sound for each part of the room. How strange.
You experiment and find that something as simple as tilting your head can
change what you hear.

The red door is at the end of the hall. Nothing is keeping you here. You are
free to go as soon as you wish. That is, if you don’t want to stay and listen.
Do you listen?

Yes, I stay.

No, I go to the door.

Yes, I stay.

This is one of the milder weird things to happen to you since you came into
this house. You take a step to the side and listen to something new.

A man yells. It is deafening and primal as if something terrible is

happening.

You quickly step to another place.

“Yes, right there,” a woman purrs. “Lick it all up. Every drop. If a single bit
stains the carpet I will commit you to the Wall of Mouths for a decade.”

You tilt your head.

A man moans. “Fuck yes. Take it, take all of it. I know you can. Your tight
little ass can take it.”

You shudder and the sound changes.

“Where is our guest?” a man asks. “Lady Morley and I were going to fight
for her over dinner.”

“She went through the Mobius door,” a woman answers.

“Damn it,” the man says.

They are talking about you! They stop talking and you hear the clicking of
heels. You tilt your head in another direction.

“And Kelly was a bad dolly,” a little girl’s voice says. No, it sounds like a
woman who is trying to sound like a little girl. “So, Kelly had to go to the
dungeon. But first, she had to wear her punishment suit.”

That was weird. It reminded you of someone playing with dolls. But in this
house, it could have just as easily been someone playing with a person.
The man in the hallway jumps and looks around. It looks like he heard
something unpleasant. He walks towards the red door and opens it. You see
flickering light in the room ahead, probably coming from the fireplace. The
man walks through and closes the door behind him.

You are still curious. You take another step and listen in.

You hear music. It sounds like it is coming from a live band of multiple
instruments. Is that an oboe? Your hips begin to sway with the music and
suddenly it is lost.

You groan. The slightest movement makes you lose connection. It can be
quite frustrating. You turn your head to pick up another sound.

“Please, please, just let me go.” It is a woman’s voice. “I am so sore. I just

can’t take any more. Oh God. Oh GOD! No, no, YES!”

You put your hands over your ears. That final scream was horrible. It was
the worse mix of pleasure and terror that you had ever heard. You do not
want to hear a sound like that ever again.

One of the women walks towards the yellow door and goes through it.
Maybe that should be your cue. If you keep listening, you might hear
something that you can’t unhear.

You walk over to the red door. It opens into the red room that you came into
so long ago. There is the fireplace with the sign saying, ‘Strip or Spank’.
The bench sits where you last saw it. Against the far wall is the orange door.
There is no sign of the man who came in here ahead of you from the violet
hallway but there is also no sign of the leather woman from earlier either.
Maybe she is gone?

What you do see is a white door where the Mobius door should be! Finally!
You can get out of here!
You walk quickly towards the white door. The violet door closes behind
you. As you cross the center of the room, the leather woman appears out of
nowhere in front of you.

“Fuck, shit!” you say. She literally just appeared out of nothing! It would
blow your mind if it wasn’t for the other strange shit you had seen today.

The woman pulls out the scary red paddle from behind her back. She points
at the sign.

You shake your head. “I already stripped. Remember, you threw my robe
into the fire!”

The leather woman points at the bench.

“You can’t spank me, I already stripped!” you say.

The woman vanishes. Someone grabs your hair from behind. It is the
leather woman and she is shoving you towards the bench.

She is too strong. You try to fight her but it is like pushing against a bus.
She forces you over the bench. You are bent over with your ass on display.

The paddle cuts through the air. There is a slight whistling sound before it
smacks into your ass.

WHAP! The paddle is large and hits most of your ass. It stings and the
burning sensation spread across your buttocks.

“Fuck!” you yell.

There is another whistling sound. You grit your teeth and clench.

WHAP! The paddle smacks into your bottom again. The burning sensation
blossoms into an inferno.
You try to rise but the leather woman is still holding your head. The grip on
your hair hurts your scalp but the pain is nothing compared to what is
happening to your ass.

The whistling sound is the only warning you have.

WHAP! The paddle strikes the top of your thighs. The sudden introduction
of pain to your unpadded area is intense. You scream and kick your legs.

The leather woman keeps your head down. You scream and your
helplessness echoes through the red room.

The whistling sound returns.

WHAP! The paddle strikes your ass and you almost gasp in relief. Then the
pain hits and your ass feels like it is in the fireplace. You squirm but there is
no escape.

The air whistles.

WHAP! The paddle smacks into your ass. Your hips buck against the bench
and you notice that the bench is wet. Is that from you? It certainly isn’t from
your sweat. Your pussy is dripping wet. Are you turned on by this kind of
abuse?

The air whistles. You bite down on your lip and get ready.

WHAP! Fresh pain explodes across your ass. This was the hardest hit yet.
You jump to your feet and grab your ass. Touching your ass is a mistake as
you are painful to the touch. You quickly pull your hands away.

Wait, you’re standing. Where is the leather woman? She and her paddle is
gone. That’s it, your spanking is over!

“Fuck, shit!” you yell. That was too much. Your ass will never be the same.
The white door waits. Of course, so do the orange and violet doors but fuck
them. You want to get out of here, right?

Well, do you? Maybe there is a room that you wouldn’t mind revisiting.
You have seen plenty of people going each way here.
Which door do you take?

I go through the white door.

I go through the orange door.

I go through the violet door.

No, I go to the door.

There is nothing you could hear that is more important than getting out of
here. Every door seems to be color-coded with the room they go to so the
red door should lead back to the red room. That is where you came from the
hallway and that is where you hopefully can get out.

You walk over to the red door. It opens into the red room that you came into
so long ago. There is the fireplace with the sign saying, ‘Strip or Spank’.
The bench sits where you last saw it. Against the far wall is the orange door.
There is no sign of the man who came in here ahead of you from the violet
hallway but there is also no sign of the leather woman from earlier either.
Maybe she is gone?

What you do see is a white door where the Mobius door should be! Finally!
You can get out of here!

You walk quickly towards the white door. The violet door closes behind
you. As you cross the center of the room, the leather woman appears out of
nowhere in front of you.

“Fuck, shit!” you say. She literally just appeared out of nothing! It would
blow your mind if it wasn’t for the other strange shit you had seen today.

The woman pulls out the scary red paddle from behind her back. She points
at the sign.

You shake your head. “I already stripped. Remember, you threw my robe
into the fire!”

The leather woman points at the bench.

“You can’t spank me, I already stripped!” you say.

The woman vanishes. Someone grabs your hair from behind. It is the
leather woman and she is shoving you towards the bench.
She is too strong. You try to fight her but it is like pushing against a bus.
She forces you over the bench. You are bent over with your ass on display.

The paddle cuts through the air. There is a slight whistling sound before it
smacks into your ass.

WHAP! The paddle is large and hits most of your ass. It stings and the
burning sensation spread across your buttocks.

“Fuck!” you yell.

There is another whistling sound. You grit your teeth and clench.

WHAP! The paddle smacks into your bottom again. The burning sensation
blossoms into an inferno.

You try to rise but the leather woman is still holding your head. The grip on
your hair hurts your scalp but the pain is nothing compared to what is
happening to your ass.

The whistling sound is the only warning you have.

WHAP! The paddle strikes the top of your thighs. The sudden introduction
of pain to your unpadded area is intense. You scream and kick your legs.

The leather woman keeps your head down. You scream and your
helplessness echoes through the red room.

The whistling sound returns.

WHAP! The paddle strikes your ass and you almost gasp in relief. Then the
pain hits and your ass feels like it is in the fireplace. You squirm but there is
no escape.

The air whistles.

WHAP! The paddle smacks into your ass. Your hips buck against the bench
and you notice that the bench is wet. Is that from you? It certainly isn’t from
your sweat. Your pussy is dripping wet. Are you turned on by this kind of
abuse?

The air whistles. You bite down on your lip and get ready.

WHAP! Fresh pain explodes across your ass. This was the hardest hit yet.
You jump to your feet and grab your ass. Touching your ass is a mistake
and you quickly pull your hands away.

Wait, you’re standing. Where is the leather woman? She and her paddle is
gone. That’s it, your spanking is over!

“Fuck, shit!” you yell. That was too much. Your ass will never be the same.

The white door waits. Of course, so do the orange and violet doors but fuck
them. You want to get out of here, right?

Well, do you? Maybe there is a room that you wouldn’t mind revisiting.
You have seen plenty of people going each way here.
Which door do you take?

I go through the white door.

I go through the orange door.

I go through the violet door.

I go through the white door.

You rush to the door. You half-expect the leather woman to stop you but she
doesn’t appear. The door knob turns and you almost sob with relief. It isn’t
locked.

The door opens and you see the hallway next to the stairs. Finally! You plan
to go right back to the foyer and not move an inch until the butler comes for
you.

You step into the hallway and everything turns blue. The hallway is gone
and a bed stands before you. On the bed are the two blue women, still
wearing their white masks. They smile at you and motion for you to join
them on the bed.

No! You spin around but the door you came through is gone. The blue wall
is smooth and a shark is painted over where the door should be. You pound
on the wall but it feels solid.

It was a trick. Or maybe you did something wrong. You don’t know why it
brought you back to the blue room.

The women are on the edge of the bed. They are frowning with sympathy.
The slender woman is on her knees, stroking herself while the curvy woman
is on her back with her head hanging off the bed. She has her mouth open
and her tongue is flicking at you.

Why not? You find them hard to resist. Part of you wants to rush back to the
red room but you will have so many rooms and halls to go through before
you get there. You might as well enjoy the masked women before you make
your journey.

You walk over to the bed. The curvy woman grabs your thighs and pulls
you towards her until you are straddling her face. She lifts her head and
eagerly licks at your pussy lips.
As you groan, the slender woman leans forward and sucks on one of your
nipples. She sucks gently, rolling her tongue over your hard nipple. Bright
eyes look up at you from behind her white mask.

Why are they wearing masks? Are they afraid that you will recognize them
later when you run into other naked blue women?

The idea makes you laugh and the blue women laugh with you even though
you never voiced the thought out loud. Maybe they just like to laugh.

The curvy woman between your thighs licks your sex with tender care. She
presses hard against your pussy as her tongue goes deep inside you. Her
tongue thrusts inside you in a soft imitation of fucking.

Meanwhile, the slender woman stops sucking your nipple and kisses her
way up your breasts. Kiss by kiss, she makes her way up your chest, up
your shoulder and onto your neck. Her teeth bite down gently as she sucks
on your neck.

Shivers go down your spine and onto your sex. Both mouths are so gentle.
Whether they are biting or licking you, there is a feminine tenderness that
makes you melt.

The slender woman’s neck is right beside your mouth. You return the favor
and kiss her neck. After a few kisses, you can’t resist biting down as well.

She shivers. You shiver. The curvy woman eating you moans.

You are going to come. As the curvy woman keeps licking, your orgasm
comes closer and closer. Your hips move and you slowly grind on the blue
woman’s face. It makes her lick you faster.

The slender woman stops biting your neck and kisses your lips instead. You
come and moan into her mouth. Your thighs clench tightly around the curvy
woman’s head as you ride your orgasm.
When you are done coming, the slender woman pulls you down onto the
bed. You manage to disengage from the curvy woman’s mouth and fall into
the sheets and pillows. The bed signs as you sink down into its softness.

You are on your back. The curvy woman climbs over you and lowers her
breasts to your mouth. They are like hanging fruit and you can’t resist. You
suck a hard nipple into your mouth and lick.

The slender woman moves between your thighs. Skilled fingers slip inside
you and you clench around them. You had just climaxed but you can
already feel desire swelling within you again.

The curvy woman lowers her breasts onto your face. Her soft pillows press
down onto you. You groan and make happy sounds as you lick and nibble
her abundant tits.

The slender woman adds a second finger and then a third to your sex. She
thrusts deep inside you in a gently fucking motion. As her hand moves, she
licks the outside of your pussy lips.

You groan into the curvy woman’s tits. Your hand reaches down and holds
the slender woman’s bald head. You clench hard around her thrusting
fingers.

The curvy woman moves her swinging tits away from you. Her smiling
mouth lowers onto yours and your tongues meet. She kisses you deeply
while the slender woman continues to finger you.

You are going to come again. There is something about these women that
you can’t resist. They know all the right places to touch and all the right
things to do.

The curvy woman kisses you as you climax. She takes your moans and
returns them. The slender woman thrusts inside you as your pussy quivers
and spasms. Only when you are completely done does she pull her fingers
away.
The blue women pull away from your body. You are curious why but then
you see a woman with a blonde braid standing by the indigo door. She is
waiting her turn.

You sigh happily and roll off the bed. That was a pleasant break but now
you need to try to find a way out of here. There is a way out of here, right?
You are almost sure of it.

As you get up, the blonde woman comes to the bed. The sounds of kissing
and moaning fill the room. It is time for you to pick a door.
Where will you go?

I go through the green door.

I go through the indigo door.

I go through the orange door.

You are back in the orange room. There is a black man frozen in the hall.
His cock is hard and twitching. Is the unseen mouth sucking him? You think
so.

Maybe the room won’t freeze you this time. You see the door on the other
side and start walking towards it.

One step, two steps, three steps and nothing happens.

On the fourth step, you freeze in place again. You have experienced this
before but it is still frightening to lose control of your body. The only thing
you can move is your head.

The man cries out. A stream of seed erupts from his dark cock. He gasps
and shudders as he keeps coming.

You feel something against your sex. The unseen mouth licks your nether
lips. The tongue is slick and you can’t help but wonder if it still has the
man’s seed.

The man sighs and nearly falls over. He realizes that he can walk again and
his eyes light up. He turns back and forth, trying to judge which door to
take before finally running through the red door.

The mouth keeps licking your sex. The flicking tongue slips between your
pussy lips and deep inside you. Hungry lips press hard against your pussy
as the tongue goes deeper.

You cry out. Even though you are tired and have been walking forever, a
good mouth is always welcome between your legs. Despite your paralysis,
your hips move ever so slightly as you try to hump the unseen face that is
eating you.
An Asian woman walks in. She stares at you and looks afraid. She must
have been here before. It looks like she is having second thought about
walking the hallway.

The invisible tongue swirls inside you. It feels wonderful. As it licks

deeper, you wonder if the mouth needs to breath because it certainly doesn’t
act like it.

The Asian woman rushes down the hall. Perhaps she thinks that she can
outrun whatever lurks here. She only makes it a few steps before freezing in
place.

You laugh at the futility of her attempt and then moan as the mouth does
something wonderful to your pussy. Your eyes clench shut as the tongue
finds a sensitive spot within you and licks it with abandon.

The Asian woman cries out and you open your eyes. Her thighs are
quivering. Something invisible is pulling her pussy lips apart. Judging by
the way the woman is moaning, she is getting licked as well.

Is there more than one invisible presence here? Do they ever work together?
The thought sends fresh shivers down your spine.

The unseen mouth finds your clitoris. Rapid tongue flicking assaults your
most sensitive button. Your hands try to curl into fists but they can’t move.

You come. You cry out your climax as the mouth keeps licking you. You
keep moaning as the mouth devours your pussy.

The mouth goes away and you are free to move again. This time you are
ready and keep your balance. You put your hand to your sex and feel how
wet it is.

The Asian woman keeps moaning. Her face is flushed with desire. She
won’t look you in the eye.
You are free to go. Do you want to go through the opposite door or are you
wishing to return the way you came?
Which door?

I go through the red door.

I go through the yellow door.

I go through the violet door.

You are back in the violet hallway. There are five people in this room, three
men and two women. They have their eyes closed as they listen to the
sounds.

You start walking to the other door. There is a different sound for every step
you take.

A bed creaks while two women moan.

WHAP! A man screams.

“Would like me to use your mouth?” a man asks. “I’m glad you agree
because I was going to anyway.”

You pause to listen to the sound of sucking. The man moans. It goes on for
a few minutes and you find yourself getting turned on. Who is sucking the
man? Did they really have a choice?

One of the men in the room groans. You turn your head and lose the
sucking sounds. Now you hear something getting chopped. You hope it is
just beef.

“Asshole,” one of the women in the room says. She must have lost what she
was hearing too. In a room like this, distractions can be costly.

As you listen to the sound of chopping meat, you wonder why people have
gathered here. Maybe they think that the way out of here can be overheard
in here? That would explain the intense look on their faces.

Could the way out be found here? Who knows? Anything seems possible
since you went through the Mobius door.

Then again, maybe that is the trap. The sounds seem so random and they
are so easy to lose if you move even just slightly. It could be that the point
of this room is to endless frustrate people. Look, they are already five
people standing around doing nothing. Do you want to be the sixth?
What will you do?

I go through the red door.

I go through the yellow door.

I stay and listen.

I go through the green door.

You are back in the green hall. The other door is on the far side of the hall.
The chair is where you left it as is the television set. Just like before, the
television crackles with static.

As you get closer, the static clears and a red brick wall is visible. There are
stocks in front of the wall and in the stocks is a woman. The haircut looks
familiar as well as the body.

It is you. You are the woman in the stocks.

Confusion sweeps over you. When did this happen? It is getting hard to
remember everything that has happened to you in this insane house.

A man in a purple robe steps within view of the camera. He pulls his robe
apart to reveal his dark erection. The man steps behind your bound form
and grabs your hips.

The video version of you cries out. His cock is inside her/you. The video
version of you keeps moaning as the robed man fucks her.

Your hand moves between your legs. You almost remember the feel of the
man’s cock. It was/is thick inside you.

The bound version of you is moaning louder. That is your voice but have
you ever moaned that loudly? You can’t remember.

The man pulls out and steps away. Another man enters the screen and pulls
open his robe. This cock is pale and curves slightly. He takes his place
behind the video version of you and enters her.

Another memory flashes in your mind. The curved cock felt good inside
you. It plunged inside you with rapid force.
You stroke your sex. As the video version of you is fucked, you fill your
pussy with your fingers. Your hand moves in rhythm with the robed man’s
fucking.

The video version of you cries out. She loves it. You loved it.

The robed man pulls out and another robed man enters the screen. He pulls
his robe to show a long brown cock. You gulp when you see the cock, it is
too big.

The on-screen version of you cries out when he enters her. You shudder as a
memory of his immense cock returns to you. The two of you whimper
together as the hung man begins to fuck you.

You stroke faster. The phantom memory of being bound adds to your
excitement. A memory of being bent over and used makes your pussy
clench around your fingers. How many fucked you? Was it three? Six? Too
many to count?

The video version of you is crying out with each thrust. The stocks shake
from the force of the fucking. The robed man is destroying her/your pussy.

You remember the cock stretching you. You remember the sheer power of
his fucking. You remember how he wouldn’t stop until he was sated.

“Fuck!” you cry out and you climax. The screen changes back to static but
you keep stroking. You ride your orgasm until you stroke every bit of
pleasure out of you.

Eventually, you stop. Your fingers are soaking wet. You clean them with
your mouth as you think.

Were you really bound and fucked by robed men? You are less certain now.
Maybe you had seen this seen before and only thought it had happened to
you? Things are getting confusing.

You stand back up and look at the two doors. It is time to go.
Where do you go?

I go through the yellow door.

I go through the blue door.

I go through the indigo door.

You are back in the darkness. It seems darker than the last time you were
here but maybe that is just your nerves. If you stare long enough, you can
see the indigo nature of the darkness.

There is another door here, somewhere. You remember how it was last time.
All you must do is keep walking and if you find a cock, you need to jerk it
off to get out.

It doesn’t make the darkness any more comforting. There is an emptiness

here that is unlike anything that you have experienced. It isn’t cold or hot.
The floor is solid but you sometimes have doubts about that. The lack of
sound makes every breath you take that much louder.

There should have been a cock by now, right? You are sure of it. You start
waving your hands around in case you missed it. Surely the cock would
want you to find it, right?

You keep walking. You are tempted to count your steps but you resist. It
wouldn’t help.

Doubt comes over you. What if the cock doesn’t want you again? It might
never appear and you could be lost in indigo darkness forever.

No, you can’t think like that. You keep walking.

When was the last time you used the bathroom? It has been ages but you
don’t feel the slightest need to go. Does that mean something?

Why aren’t you hungry? You have had nothing to eat or drink for the
longest time. Shouldn’t your stomach be growling?

How long has it been since you slept last? You can’t remember but you are
not tired at all.
Is this what it is like to be dead? Are you meant to walk forever in indigo?

A hand grabs your wrist. You let out a sigh of relief as it guides to a cock.
The throbbing member feels the same as last time.

You hold onto the cock, afraid to let go for fear of not finding it again.
Using your other hand, you lick your fingers and then wrap them around the
cock. As you stroke with that hand, you get your other hand nice and slick
with spit.

The unseen cock pulses in your hand. It is long and hard and you are glad
that it is not inside you.

You stroke it fast, pumping with both hands. The balls bounce against your
hands. Once again, you wonder if there is a body to go along with this cock.

The sound of your jerking the cock is the only sound you hear in the
darkness. There are no groans or sighs. The only heavy breathing is your
own as you jerk the cock.

It gets dry again so you spit on the cock. You are tempted to lick the cock
directly but when you dip your head down, phantom hands stop you. Only
your hands can touch the cock.

Your arms ache but you keep jerking the cock. It is a decent workout. Come
through the indigo door enough times and you might develop large biceps.

Powerful hands push down on your shoulders. You fall to your knees. The
cock twitches in your hands. You feel a blast of hot liquid splatter against
your face. Not wanting to take any chances, you keep pumping the cock.
More seed splashes against your flinching face.

The cock goes limp in your hands before vanishing altogether. The liquid
on your face vanishes too. You rub your face but there is nothing there.
Good, there is nothing to wipe yourself with here.
There are two lights in the indigo darkness. Both are shaped like doors. One
is yellow while the other is blue. Oddly, the doors are side by side and near
you.
Which door do you go through?

I go through the yellow door.

I go through the blue door.

I go through the red door.

You are back in the red room. There is the fireplace with the sign saying,
‘Strip or Spank’. The bench sits where you last saw it. The room has three
doors, white, orange and violet. The leather woman isn’t here but then she
never is to begin with. She will appear soon enough.

The white door should lead out of here but you have your doubts. Is there
really a way out of this nightmare? Maybe it is your fate to be forever
ravished inside this haunted house.

As you consider your choices, the leather woman appears out of nowhere in
front of you.

“Fuck, shit!” you say. She literally just appeared out of nothing! You have
seen her do it before but it still creeps you out.

The woman pulls out the scary red paddle from behind her back. She points
at the sign.

You sigh. “Fuck, you are going to spank me every time? I only had one robe
to give up!”

The leather woman points at the bench.

“Fuck, shit!” you curse and walk over to the bench. You bend over it and
feel your ass high in the air. Does the leather woman admire the view? It is
impossible to tell.

The paddle cuts through the air. There is a slight whistling sound before it
smacks into your ass.

WHAP! The paddle is large and hits most of your ass. It stings and the
burning sensation spread across your buttocks.

“Fuck!” you yell.

There is another whistling sound. You grit your teeth and clench.

WHAP! The paddle smacks into your bottom again. The burning sensation
blossoms into an inferno.

You try to rise but the leather woman is still holding your head. The grip on
your hair hurts your scalp but the pain is nothing compared to what is
happening to your ass.

The whistling sound is the only warning you have.

WHAP! The paddle strikes the top of your thighs. The sudden introduction
of pain to your unpadded legs is intense. You scream and kick.

The leather woman keeps your head down. You scream and your
helplessness echoes through the red room.

The whistling sound returns.

WHAP! The paddle strikes your ass and you almost gasp in relief. Then the
pain hits and your ass feels like it is in the fireplace. You squirm but there is
no escape.

The air whistles.

WHAP! The paddle smacks into your ass. Your hips buck against the bench
and you notice that the bench is wet. Is that from you? It certainly isn’t from
your sweat. Your pussy is dripping wet. Are you turned on by this kind of
abuse?

The air whistles. You bite down on your lip and get ready.

WHAP! Fresh pain explodes across your ass. This was the hardest hit yet.
You jump to your feet and grab your ass. Touching your ass is a mistake
and you quickly pull your hands away.
Wait, you’re standing. Where is the leather woman? She and her paddle is
gone. That’s it, your spanking is over!

“Fuck, shit!” you yell. That was too much. Your ass will never be the same.
Wait, didn’t you feel that way the last time you were here?

The white door waits. Of course, so do the orange and violet doors. The
white door should lead out of here but you know this place too well to trust
in reason.
Which door do you take?

I go through the white door.

I go through the orange door.

I go through the violet door.

I go through the yellow door.

You are back in the yellow room. There are four doors set in the six walls.
The room is empty and your heart sinks. Is the demon gone?

A wave of heat washes over you. Darkness swirls in the center of the room.
The darkness takes shape in the form of wings, cloven hooves, massive
shoulders, sweeping horns and a giant cock. The demon has appeared!

“Take your place!” he commands. He points to the ground in front of him.

You are only too happy to please. Being in this infernal creature’s presence
completes you in ways you cannot explain. You run over to him and kneel
before him.

“Face away from me, slave!” the demon commands.

Of course. It is right that you do not gaze upon him too freely. You turn
around on your knees.

“Present your ass to me,” the demon commands.

Your ass clenches. You remember the brown woman earlier and how he
fucked her ass. It is your turn now.

You bend forward and put your head on the ground in obedience. Your ass
lifts, tilting towards the demon. You keep this pose as you offer yourself to
him.

The demon grabs your hips. Something hot and hard presses against your
asshole. You realize that there will be no lubricant; not even spit.

The cock pushes inside your ass and you scream. It burns, both from the
friction and from the demonic heat of the dick. The throbbing monster of a
cock pushes deep inside your ass and you feel like your body is being split
apart.
Somehow, your body stays intact. The demon sinks his talons into your
waist as he thrusts inside you. The giant cock slides in and out of you,
destroying your asshole with every movement.

WOOSH! A hot wind blows over you and it smells of brimstone. It is the
demon’s wings flapping as he fucks you.

The demon’s hand grabs the back of your head. You are already face down
on the floor but the hand pushes harder. He grinds your head into the floor.

You take it. Your skull feels like it is about to break but you take it. Your ass
burns from the immense violation but you take it. You take all that the
demon gives you and you would happily take more.

Suddenly, the pressure on your head is relieved as he lets go. Powerful

hands wrap around your waist and you are picked up off the ground. Your
arms and legs dangle as he keeps fucking your ass.

The demon howls. He pumps your body up and down on his thick cock.
The immense girth drives up deep inside your tight ass.

The demon’s cock is impossibly large. You should be dead. There is no way
your ass can take such a thing of that size but here you are, getting
mercilessly fucked with it.

“Clench!” the demon commands. “I demand a tight ass!”

Impossibly, you clench your ass. The giant cock is tearing your ass up but
you still clench.

“Tell me that you love it!” the demon commands.

“I love it!” you scream and you mean every word.

“Tell me more!” the demon demands.

“I love that you are fucking my ass!” you scream. “I love that my asshole is
pleasing you! I love that you are fucking me!”

The demon grunts and fucks your ass faster. The burning increases. The
pain is incredible.

Yet, you are dripping wet. Desire is running down your thighs. Your sex is
aching to be touched but you know better. Your pleasure is not allowed;
only his. No matter how horny you are, you make a sacrifice out of your
own gratification.

The demon roars. The cock spasms and releases thick seed into your ass.
The seed fills you and you feel that you are about to burst.

When the demon pulls his cock out of your ass, he drops you to the ground.
You collapse in a heap. Seed spills out of your ass.

“Go!” the demon commands.

You try. Moving hurts. Your ass burns and your head aches. Your vision is
blurry.

The demon grunts. He bends over you and touches your head with the tip of
his claw.

The pain vanishes. Your ass feels like it is intact again. Your vision clears
and your skull no longer feels broken. Even the demon’s seed is gone from
your body.

“Go!” he commands again.

You obey and get to your feet. Your audience with the divine is over. It is
time to go before you anger him.
Which door do you go through?

I go through the violet door.

I do through the yellow door.

I go through the indigo door.

I go through the green door.

No, I will go back to my old life, thank you.

“How interesting,” the butler says. The tone of her voice says that she is not
interested at all. There is a coldness to her eyes that is unsettling. You felt
more warmth from the demon.

“Let me show you out,” the butler says. She heads for the stairs and you
follow her. Down the stairs you go and back into the foyer. She walks to the
door and opens it. It is still raining outside.

“What about my clothes?” you ask.

“I said you could go out the front door,” the butler responds. “I said nothing
about giving your clothes back.”

That is true and after what you have been through, you know better than to
ask. They are probably being worn by some pervert or monster.

Lightning flashes outside but you are not afraid. Escaping the Mobius door
was hard; walking in the rain to get back to your car is going to be nothing.
You head out the door and the butler closes it behind you.

The wind howls and you shiver. Okay, maybe you do need some clothes
after all. You go down the steps and the rain comes pouring down. You are
soaked in seconds.

“Fuck you!” you yell back at the house. It feels good to express yourself.
You walk along the cobblestone path through the yard. The cobblestones
are hard on your tender feet. It is harder to see this time as the light of the
house is behind you. Darkness surrounds you and only the stones beneath
you tell that you are on the right path.

Lightning flashes and you see that you are surrounded by trees. That isn’t
right. You remember coming to the house and this forest certainly wasn’t
here. Something has changed.
Is this another trap? Is the yard another endless loop? Come to think of it,
the butler said you could go out the front door; she never said anything
about getting back to the car.

You walk faster. The rain pours down harder. The wind blows and your
teeth chatter.

There! You see headlights! Is that your car?

No, your car died completely. This must be someone else’s car! Shit, you
need to get their attention!

You run towards the headlights. The car gets closer but then the lights begin
to flicker. The lights die and the car comes to a complete stop.

Chills run through you that has nothing to do with the rain. That is what
happened to your car. Someone else has come close to the haunted house
and now their car is dead. You turn around and yes, there is the light of the
house, the only source of refuge in this terrible storm.

You have to warn them. You have to make sure that they don’t go to the
house. You have to make sure they don’t strip down in the foyer and you
have to make damn sure that they don’t start exploring that cursed place!

Something grabs your ankle. Something else grabs your arms. You try to
scream but something clamps over your mouth. Strong arms yank you from
the cobblestone path and into the trees.

You land on the ground. Shapes loom above you. You fight but the things
that hold you are too strong. Their grip feels weird as if you are being held
by something very hard.

Lightning flashes and a skull grins down at you. Another scream tries to
escape your lips but a bony hand is clamped over your mouth. Your eyes
adjust and you see more skulls. You are being held down by three or four
skeletons!
There is a running sound. Someone is running down the cobblestone path
towards the house. You try to scream to warn them but it is no use. The
skeletons won’t release your mouth and you are forced to moan helplessly
as someone else goes to the haunted house.

But what about you? One of the skeletons grabs your throat. Thin fingers
squeeze with supernatural power. The life is slowly squeezed out of you.

When you have passed on, the skeletons bury you in the forest. After you
have decomposed enough, you will rise again and join the other skeletons in
protecting the house.

It is a sad fate, but you choose this rather than an eternity of being ravished
inside the haunted house.

The bare bones end.

I stay and listen.

You are tired of going through doors. It is doubtful that you will hear
anything useful but you welcome the break. If you are standing here
listening to things, then that means no one is spanking your ass, licking you
or fucking your ass.

A woman laughs. The sound sends chills down your spine. There is evil in
that laugh. “You almost got it that time. It is too bad. I really wanted to see
you orgasm but you haven’t earned it.”

“Please, Lady Morley,” a woman’s voice says. “It moves too fast! I can
never catch it!”

“And that is why you will never come,” the first woman says. “Now get in
position while I select a paddle.”

It is clear how that will play out. You take another step and listen.

There is chanting. It is several voices and a mix of men and women.

“The Great Pussy is the life!”

A single voice calls out. “Who is the life?”

“The Great Pussy is the life!”

The voice calls out again. “Who is the life?”

“The Great Pussy is the Life!”

“Prepare the sacrifice!” the lone voice calls out.

A woman moans. She moans louder and louder. She seems to be

experiencing pleasure. The moans get louder and louder until your ears
hurt.
There is a sound like something being plunged into something soft and wet.
The moans stop instantly.

You shudder. Did they kill her? Your shudder broke the connection and now
you hear something else.

“Have you been touching my books?” a man’s voice says.

“No, sir!” a woman’s voice says. “I mean, I barely touched them!”

“Barely touched them?” the man’s voice says, indignant. “What do you
mean by barely touching them?”

“Well,” the woman’s voice says before she giggles. “I may have put that big
leather one there between my legs and humped it.”

The man sighs. “Oh my, that is a serious punishment. That is going to
require sixty licks of your tongue on my cock.”

“Only sixty, Librarian?” the woman says.

“Right, make it six hundred,” the man responds.

A zipper is pulled down. There is a slight noise that you hardly hear. “One,”
the woman says.

“Two,” she says a moment later.

Right, no need to hear more of that. You take a step.

“Don’t fear me,” a man says. “Fear the knife.”

A man screams and you jump away from the sound. Shit, that scream is
ringing in your ears. Was the man screaming in fear or pain? Would it make
a difference if you knew?
Maybe it is time to move on from here, before you hear something horrible.
What do you do?

I go through the red door.

I go through the yellow door.

I listen some more.

I go through the blue door.

You are back in the blue room. A sense of relief comes over you. This is a
safe place.

The blue women are on the edge of the bed. They are smiling with
excitement. The slender woman is on her knees, stroking herself while the
curvy woman is on her back with her head hanging off the bed. She has her
mouth open and her tongue is flicking at you.

Why not? You find them hard to resist. Part of you wants to keep looking
for a way out but you need a break. You might as well enjoy the masked
women before you make your journey.

You walk over to the bed. The curvy woman grabs your thighs and pulls
you towards her until you are straddling her face. She lifts her head and
eagerly licks at your pussy lips.

As you groan, the slender woman leans forward and sucks on one of your
nipples. She sucks gently, rolling her tongue over your hard nipple. Bright
eyes look up at you from behind her white mask.

Why are they wearing masks? Are they afraid that you will recognize them
later when you run into other naked blue women?

The idea makes you laugh and the blue women laugh with you even though
you never voiced the thought out loud. Maybe they just like to laugh.

The curvy woman between your thighs licks your sex with tender care. She
presses hard against your pussy as her tongue goes deep inside you. Her
tongue thrusts inside you in a soft imitation of fucking.

Meanwhile, the slender woman stops sucking your nipple and kisses her
way up your breasts. Kiss by kiss, she makes her way up your chest, up
your shoulder and onto your neck. Her teeth bite down gently as she sucks
on your neck.
Shivers go down your spine and onto your sex. Both mouths are so gentle.
Whether they are biting or licking you, there is a feminine tenderness that
makes you melt.

The slender woman’s neck is right beside your mouth. You return the favor
and kiss her neck. After a few kisses, you can’t resist biting down as well.

She shivers. You shiver. The curvy woman eating you moans.

You are going to come. As the curvy woman keeps licking, your orgasm
comes closer and closer. Your hips move and you slowly grind on the blue
woman’s face. It makes her lick faster.

The slender woman stops biting your neck and kisses your lips instead. You
come and moan into her mouth. Your thighs clench tightly around the curvy
woman’s head as you ride your orgasm.

When you are done coming, the slender woman pulls you down onto the
bed. You manage to disengage from the curvy woman’s mouth and fall into
the sheets and pillows. The bed signs as you sink down into its softness.

You are on your back. The curvy woman climbs over you and lowers her
breasts to your mouth. They are like hanging fruit and you can’t resist. You
suck a hard nipple into your mouth and lick.

The slender woman moves between your thighs. Skilled fingers slip inside
you and you clench around them. You had just climaxed but you can
already feel desire swelling within you again.

The curvy woman lowers her breasts onto your face. Her soft pillows press
down onto you. You groan and make happy sounds as you lick and nibble
her abundant tits.

The slender woman adds a second finger and then a third to your sex. She
thrusts deep inside you in a gently fucking motion. As her hand moves, she
licks the outside of your pussy lips.
You groan into the curvy woman’s tits. Your hand reaches down and holds
the slender woman’s bald head. You clench hard around her thrusting
fingers.

The curvy woman moves her swinging tits away from you. Her smiling
mouth lowers onto yours and your tongues meet. She kisses you deeply
while the slender woman continues to finger fuck you.

You are going to come again. There is something about these women that
you can’t resist. They know all the right places to touch and all the right
things to do.

The curvy woman kisses you as you climax. She takes your moans and
returns them. The slender woman thrusts inside you as your pussy quivers
and spasms. Only when you are completely done does she pull her fingers
away.

The blue women pull away from your body. You are curious why and that is
when you see a bald white man standing by the indigo door. He is waiting
his turn.

You sigh happily and roll off the bed. That was a pleasant break but now
you need to try to find a way out of here. There is a way out of here, right?
You are almost sure of it.

As you get up, the man comes to the bed. The sounds of kissing and
sucking fill the room. It is time for you to pick a door.
Where will you go?

I go through the green door.

I go through the indigo door.

I listen some more.

It is tempting to leave but the thought of missing something important is too

terrible to bear. If this is a trap, then you are well and caught because you
don’t plan to leave.

“Stop, stop, stop!” a woman cries out.

There is the unmistakable sound of fucking. It is loud, as if you are standing

right where the cock is slamming the pussy. It is a wet passionate sound and
your sex clenches just to hear it.

“Stop, stop, stop!” the woman calls out, much weaker now.

The fucking continues. It is relentless. You bite your lip and your hand
moves down between your legs. As the fucking gets faster, you start to
stroke yourself.

“Stop . . .stop . . .stop,” the woman says in an almost whisper.

There is an incredible roar of defiance. Your hand freezes on your sex.

Shudders run down your back. A feeling of terror sweeps over you and you
jump away from the spot. What was that? It sounded inhuman. It was worse
than the demon in the yellow room!

You try to calm down. Your heart is beating so hard that you can’t hear
anything else. No, wait. You do hear something. It is a broom, sweeping a
floor.

Quietly, you stand there and listen for more. The sweeping must be a
prelude to something. You strain to hear a moan, or maybe a wince of pain.
In this house, you expect that even a broom would be used as an instrument
of pleasure or torment.

The sweeping continues. Huh. Maybe even a haunted house needs to be

swept.
You take another step.

A man whimpers. He breathes hard and starts to pant.

“Big baby,” a woman’s voice says. “Edgar is barely squeezing you.”

“Your fucking plant is squeezing my dick off!” the man says.

“Maybe,” the woman says. “That’s what you get for getting too close to
him. I swear, no one respects plants in this house.”

The man gasps. He sounds like he is struggling for air.

It is disturbing to listen to and you take another step. Did they say it was a
plant squeezing him? You make a note to avoid any flower pots.

A woman moans. Another woman moans. The first woman moans again
and this time a third woman moans. There is the sound of fingers plunging
into wet pussies and then a fourth woman moans.

You sigh. It sounds wonderful. The stroking sounds get louder. The moans
become harder to distinguish from each other.

It is nice but it doesn’t tell you how to get out of here. You take another
step.

A phone rings. It rings again. It rings a third time.

A man’s voice says, “Hell, no.”

The phone keeps ringing. It is getting on your nerves.

You take another step.

There is the sound of rain.

“Did you see the legs on her?” a male voice says. It sounds a little squeaky.

“Fuck, yes,” another male voice answers. “I wish I could get my beard
between those thighs! Maybe she will come back out?”

“Nah,” another male voice says. “Once they go in, they never come back
out. Not if they are smart.”

“Did she look smart?” the first male voice asks.

“Hard to tell,” the third voice says. “She was smart enough to stay on the
cobble path.”

“Damn,” another voice says. “If she does come back out, I am going to fuck
that pretty face so hard that she is going to be burping my silver.”

They are talking about you! Sheesh, were they hiding in the yard? In the
rain? They sound like they have plans for you when you leave this house.
You better keep an eye out for them.

You take another step.

“Please Mistress, I’ll be good,” a man says.

“You say that every time,” a woman’s voice says. It sounds like the butler.
“In the past, myself and the others have been amused with punishing you
but no longer. We tire of you. It is time for you to serve the house in another
way.”

“Please, I’ll do anything!” the man says.

“Weren’t you listening?” the butler says. “You already have done
everything and we tire of you. No one can be bothered to even kill you; that
is how bored we are with you. Now hush, and go into the cellar.”

The man wails in despair. He screams and the scream fades away. A door is
slammed.
You shudder. What the fuck is in the cellar?

Disturbed, you take another step and find something new to listen to.

A bed squeaks. It is the familiar steady squeaking of someone fucking in a

bed. The squeaks get faster and louder. There is a banging sound of a
headboard knocking against a wall.

You don’t hear anyone. You hear the bed springs and the headboard but you
don’t hear anyone moaning or gasping. As you listen closer, you don’t hear
any trace of people at all.

It is a bit disturbing. You take another step.

Water is running. Dishes knock together. There is something that might be a

wiping sound.

Great, someone is washing dishes. How dull. Maybe you have had enough
pointless listening for now.
What do you do?

I go through the red door.

I go through the yellow door.

I waste even more time listening to useless stuff.

I waste even more time listening to useless stuff.

You can’t leave just yet. The doors out of here lead to a spanking and a
demon. Here at least, you keep encountering something new.

This time you squat down. The sounds change from dishwashing to a
woman screaming.

When the woman stops screaming, you hear a man’s voice. “What did you
think of that?”

“It was horrible,” the woman said. “It felt like every inch of my body was
being stabbed and every stab gave me an orgasm.”

“Good, that means it is working,” the man says.

The woman screams again.

You move forward a little and listen to something new.

“This is the mask room,” a woman says. “They are a bitch to clean.”

“Do they do anything?” a second woman asks.

“Only when the Mask-Maker is here,” the first woman says. “If they are not
here, then the masks lose their power.”

“So, they are safe to clean?” the second woman asks.

“Honey, nothing is safe here,” the first woman laughs.

This isn’t helping. You move to another spot.

A man screams. You move to another place.

A woman moans. Something barks. You step next to the curtains that cover
the walls.

The sound of someone’s face being fucked is loud in your ear. You turn
your head.

A man and a woman moan as a second woman makes muffled sounds. You
take another step.

Something horrible roars. It is the same thing you heard earlier that scared
you so much. The roar makes you jump and you lose the connection.

Something buzzes. It sounds like a vibrator. A woman whimpers. You take

another step.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! Someone is getting spanked. You take another

step.

A woman begs to climax. No one answers her. You take another step.

Multiple people groan together as they fuck. It sounds like men and women.
You take another step.

“Listen,” a voice says and you freeze in place. It is the butler. “If you can
hear this, go to one of the curtains. Close your eyes. Pinch your right nipple
and stroke your sex six times. With your eyes still closed, step forward.”

Was she talking to you? She might have been instructing someone else in a
different part of the house. You look around. The hallway is empty. When
did everyone else leave?

You are next to the curtains. Your hand pushes through it and you feel the
solid wall behind it. There is no door there. Maybe you need to stand in a
certain spot?

Or maybe you have lost your mind. This could be a delusion as your mind
breaks and makes up ways to escape. The healthy thing to do would be to
go through one of the other doors.

Then again, maybe you need to follow the instructions.

What do you do?

I do as the butler said.

I go through the red door.

I go through the yellow door.

I do as the butler said.

You are trapped in a loop of endless rooms. What the fuck do you have to
lose?

Since you are already standing next to the curtains, you close your eyes.
You pinch your right nipple. How hard should you pinch? You take no
chances and pinch as hard as you can. You wince but you keep pinching.

You stroke your sex.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

Six strokes and then you step forward. You walk into the curtain but you
take another step and then another.

Hands grab your shoulders. “You made it,” a woman says.

You open your eyes. The butler stands before you. Her skin is darker than
you remember and in fact, it is very similar to the demon’s skin. The short
blonde hair glows on her head. The mischievous eyes sparkle and her smile
seems full of menace.

“Welcome back,” the butler says and she steps back. You are back in the
hallway. Behind you is the cursed Mobius door. A sob of relief escapes your
lips and tears spring to your eyes.
“It has been too long since anyone escaped the Mobius room,” the butler
says. “Not many people understand the secrets of that place. Those who do
gain an innate sense of how the house works. It is useful for their role here.”

“Role?” you say.

The butler is still smiling. There is something wicked and knowing about
that smile.

“You can be the house’s new Architect,” the butler says. “You will oversee
any design changes and new additions. It is an important task and one best
done by a mortal. Your kind always has the most delightful ideas.”
“You want me to be an architect?” you ask. This is a lot to take in. One
moment you were trapped in a series of rooms with demons and powerful
forces, and the next moment you are being asked to remodel the house?

“The job does come with the normal perks that come with being a resident,”
the butler says. “That includes a long life, domain over the servants and any
poor soul that happens to come to our door on a rainy night. As an Architect
however, you will have additional privileges that come with understanding
how to warp space and time to create the rooms of the house. Trust me, I
could explain them now but you won’t understand those privileges until you
accept the position and take up residence here.”

This is too much. “Residence? What about my job, or my home? You want
me to stay here?”

The butler’s smile fades away. She looks serious and somehow, that is more
frightening than her evil smile.

“If you become the new Architect, then yes, you will stay here forever. That
is nonnegotiable. However, if you refuse the job, then you are free to walk
out the front door right now and you will never see the inside of this house
again.”

It is an amazing offer. It is also a frightening one. Are you ready to give up

your old life to become part of this haunted house?
Do you accept the offer as Architect?

Yes, I want to create some crazy shit.

No, I will go back to my old life, thank you.

Yes, I want to create some crazy shit.

“I’ll do it,” you say. “How do I start?”

“You already have,” the butler says. “Follow me.”

She walks down the hallway and you follow her. The two of you go around
a corner and enter another hallway. She stops at a wall and a door slowly
appears.

At this point, the sight of a door appearing in a wall doesn’t even make you
blink.

The butler opens the door and allows you to go in. The room is beautiful.
The walls, carpet and furniture is exactly your tastes. A shelf of books sits
next to a lavish desk. Your favorite kind of chair is at the desk.

“Your bedroom is that way,” the butler says, pointing at a black door. “It
also has your own personal bathroom, which is a luxury here.”

“Wow,” you say. It is amazing. If you had designed a room with an infinite
budget, it would look like this room.

“Now, until you get settled in, I have assigned two servants to tend to you,”
the butler says.

A man and a woman walks in. The woman is pale with short black hair. She
wears high heels and a shirt that looks like the top half of a maid’s uniform.
Her breasts are about to pop out of the skimpy outfit. She isn’t wearing
anything else.

The brown man is similarly dressed. He has a tight white shirt that looks
like it is about to burst across his broad chest. His cock is hard and
completely exposed. He isn’t wearing pants but he is wearing black dress
shoes that shine.
“Mindy and Jim will attend to your needs,” the butler says. “Ask them
questions, fuck them and punish them as you wish.”

“Okay,” you say. After what you have seen and heard, it all makes perfect
sense.

“Dinner will be in an hour,” the butler says. “The servants can show you to
the dining room. It will be good for you to meet the other residents.”

The butler leaves and closes the door behind her.

Now what? The two servants look at you and say nothing.

You look at the desk. A map of the house is laid out. As you look at it,
labels appear and colors form. Some of the rooms change.
The strange thing is that you understand it. There are a hundred rooms and
not all of them exist at one time. This is an impossible house for impossible
people.

Information floods into your mind. You understand how the Mobius room
works. You know where the food comes from. You see the horror that is in
the cellar and why it must be kept away from the rest of the house.

Most of all, you understand how to change it and this house needs change.
It has gone too long without an update. You have some strong ideas on what
those changes should be.

You pick up a pencil and get to work.

As you write, the servants move. The woman gets under the desk and
crawls between your thighs. Her breath is hot on your sex as she takes her
first lick.

You shudder, and keep working. You want to add an indoor pool to the
house. It would go perfectly right beside the conservatory.
Elsewhere, the house groans as it expands. Walls bulge as foundation digs
through the ground. Water rushes into a pool that wasn’t there moments
before.

The male servant stands behind you. Powerful hands grip your shoulders
and massage your sore muscles. You groan as you realize how tense you
are. He massages your shoulders and you feel the tension slipping away.

The maid licks as the male servant massages you. She is eager to please and
very talented. Who knows how much practice she has under desks?

You smile. Later, you will take her to your bed. The other servant will join
you and you will see how his magnificent cock feels inside you. A dozen
combinations flash through your mind as you consider how you can use
them.

There is also dinner to consider. What are the other residents like? Will they
beg you to make changes that they want? You are sure of it, just like you are
sure that you will be open to any bribes they offer in exchange for your
additions to the house.

But for now, you keep working on the map. There are so many changes to
make and plenty of rooms to add.

The happy end.

I step into the pentagram.

It might not be smart but you have a suspicion that it will feel good. That is
enough for you. When in a haunted house, do as the haunts do.

You undo your robe and slip it off your body. Naked in the flickering oil
light, you step into the pentagram. Unsure what to do, you stand there and
face the lamp.

It gets colder inside the pentagram. Your nipples harden. When you exhale,
a small mist forms.

A hand touches your breast. It is large and cups your breast gently. There is
a light squeeze and shivers run down your spine.

A mouth kisses the back of your neck. A second mouth kisses and then a
third. They plant kisses around your neck and you tilt your head to
accommodate them.

Something grabs your ass. It feels like a woman’s touch. The hands squeeze
your buttocks and gently pull them apart to expose your asshole.

A mouth kisses your lips. You are surprised but then you kiss back. An
invisible tongue explores your mouth.

There are more hands and more mouths. Something caresses your right leg.
Something else kisses the inside of your elbow. Fingers playfully tweak a
nipple. Soft lips suck on your big toe.

It feels nice. There are too many hands and mouths to keep track of. They
are gentle and soft. Are they all ghosts? How long has it been since they last
touched someone?

A mouth kisses your sex. You gasp as kisses rain down on your pussy lips.
A tongue slowly slips inside your pussy and begins to lick. Unseen lips seal
over your sex as the tongue licks deeper.
Fingers cup and squeeze your breasts. Mouths suck on your nipples. Lips
and fingers cover your tits and compete for space.

A mouth kisses your asshole. You shudder as the tongue circles your
asshole. Will the tongue enter you?

It does. The nimble tongue licks the inside of your asshole. Strong fingers
keep your buttocks apart as the mouth licks your ass.

You groan. An invisible mouth kisses your mouth as you moan. It is hungry
for your lips and your tongue. The mouth wants all of you and doesn’t let
go for a moment.

The lips on your nipples bite down. Sharp flashes of pain shoot through
your breasts. Fingers squeeze harder around your tits.

You wince from the teeth and the grip. You try to push them away from
your breasts but of course, there is nothing there to push against.

Fingers pinch the insides of your thighs.

Teeth bite down on your bottom lip.

A hand grabs your hair and pulls hard.

Fingers sink into your arms and legs.

The mouth at your sex pauses to bite the side of your thigh.

This is escalating fast. Maybe you should step out.

Something thrusts deep inside your sex. It is a cock and it fills you
completely. It is thick and throbbing inside you.

You cry out. This is one nice cock. Maybe you were being hasty in thinking
of leaving.
Fingers grab your right nipple and twist. As the fingers twist, the unseen
cock thrusts inside you.

It looks like if you stay for the fucking, you will have to deal with the pain
as well.
Do you step out of the pentagram?

Fuck no, I am enjoying this!

Shit yes, I am out of here!

I try on the purple gloves.

You pick up the gloves. They feel strange and unlike any material you have
seen before. It is almost like latex but wetter somehow. You put your fingers
in one and it almost flows onto your hand.

Something flickers in the pentagram. It is blue and transparent. The form

becomes clearer and it is a naked woman! She has her hands bound above
her head and her cuffs hang on a hook. Large permed hair surrounds her
face and reminds you of a hairstyle from the 80’s. The hair between her legs
is shaved into a cute triangle. She looks directly at you with fear on her
face.

What is this? The transparency of her body makes you think that she is a
projection of some kind. Is this some sort of dirty hologram? If so, then
what was touching you when you put your hand inside the pentagram
earlier?

You reach out with your gloved hand. The woman flinches. Wow, this is
really good technology.

Your gloved hand touches her face and you feel her! The woman closes her
eyes as you rub your fingers over her lips. It feels like a real mouth.

You jerk your hand back. After a moment, you reach in with your non-
gloved hand. The woman relaxes and your hand passes right through her. A
cold chill grips your fingers.

You pull your hand back out. Shit, you think she is real. Is she some sort of
ghost? You look back at the contraption. It is still pointing to the name,
Cynthia.

“Are you Cynthia?” you ask.

The ghostly woman nods.

“Are you a ghost?” you ask.

Cynthia nods again and a chill runs down your spine.

“Wait, can you speak?”

Cynthia says something but there is no sound. That is too bad. You have so
many questions. What is she doing here? How did she get here? How do
you tie up a ghost anyway? Why would you tie up a ghost?

That question doesn’t really need an answer. She is very attractive. If the
gloves can touch her, then you can do all sorts of things to her.

Some ideas come to mind. You could play with those big lovely breasts. A
finger or two could slip into her mouth and feel her tongue. Or maybe her
pussy needs a few strokes. Can a ghost come?

Judging by the way she flinched, she can certainly feel pain. She is helpless
with her hand bound like that. If you wanted to, you could pinch, slap or
grope her as much as you wanted. She is completely at your mercy.

You put your other hand into a glove. The purple material flows over your
hand and fits perfectly. You rub your fingers together. The gloves are so thin
that you have amazing sensitivity.

Cynthia takes a deep breath. It is strange to see a ghost breathe. Her eyes
are wide as they stare at you intently. She knows that you are going to touch
her but she doesn’t know how you are going to touch her.

At least, not yet.

How will you play with the bound ghost?

I plan to be kind and get her off.

I plan to be cruel and have fun.

I plan to be kind and get her off.

There is something about Cynthia that brings out your nice side You reach
into the pentagram with your gloved hands. She flinches when your hand
touches her cheek. You try not to let that bother you. Who knows what has
happened to her here?

It is quite amazing. You can see right through her but your gloved hand can
feel her face. She has soft skin and firm cheekbones. You run your thumb
over her lips and they feel wonderful.

Cynthia begins to relax but her eyes are still wary.

“May I touch your hair?” you ask.

Cynthia’s brow furrows. Does she think that it is a trick question? After a
moment, she nods.

You run your fingers over her hair starting behind her ear. It is stiff,
probably from hair spray. Wait, does hairspray stay on in the afterlife? How
odd.

Cynthia is tense. She seems prepared for something. Perhaps she expects
you to pull her hair at any moment.

“They do bad things here, don’t they?” you ask.

Cynthia nods.

“Don’t worry,” you say. “I don’t live here. I am just looking for a phone.”

A look of worry passes over Cynthia’s eyes, or is it a memory? You wish

that she could answer.

Your hand leaves her hair and goes down the side of Cynthia’s face. She
leans into your touch and it feels nice. You cup her hand for a moment as
feelings stir within you.

“Would you like me to keep touching you?” you ask.

Cynthia looks at you. She nods. Her eyes dart down to her massive chest.

That was an unsubtle hint. You use both hands to cup her breasts. They are
heavy and warm. The warmth surprises you. You thought ghosts were
supposed to be cold. Then again, you never heard a story about someone
copping a feel on a ghost either.

Cynthia leans into your hands. Her eyes close partway. She opens her lips
and maybe sighs.

You massage her breasts. Gently you squeeze and knead them. You rub
them the way that you like to be rubbed.

The nipples harden in your hand. Your thumbs roll over her aureoles. They
look good enough to kiss.

But you can’t. The gloves are your only way of touching her. Whomever
made these gloves should think about making a dental dam.

Cynthia is looking at you differently now. She is smiling. It is hard to tell

with her transparent blue body, but you swear that her cheeks are flushed.
She is enjoying this.

You decide to be bolder. Your hands glide down her belly. Her hips arch
towards you as your hands move further down. She parts her legs and licks
her lips.

Cynthia’s bush is prickly against your hands. These gloves are really thin. If
they made condoms out of this material, no man would ever complain about
wearing one.

You move past her pubic bush and onto her sex. The heat from her pussy
lips is incredible. The labia is already wet. You run your fingers up and
down her lips, gently and slowly.

Cynthia’s mouth opens and you think she moans. It is hard to tell without
sound. Her hips roll and her pussy presses against your gloved hand. She
bites her lip. The look in her eyes is pure lust.

A perverse feeling comes over you and move your hand away from her sex.
Just because you are being nice doesn’t mean that you must be easy. You
grab her hips instead and squeeze them.

Cynthia purses her lips. She pouts wonderfully.

You walk behind her. Cynthia tries to follow with her head but the hook
holding her cuffs won’t let her turn. You stand behind her and admire her
ass.

It is a fabulous ass. Hard lines and round curves make for a wonderful
picture. Was she a fitness instructor? Or was everyone in the 80’s really into
great ass exercises?

You grab her ass. Cynthia jumps. You give her ass a good squeeze. The
muscle underneath is solid.

Well, solid for a ghost. Again, you wonder how she came here. Was she a
spirit they summoned from some graveyard? Or was she someone who
came to the house and never left? Did she come some rainy night and ask to
use the phone?

A chill goes through you. That is an unpleasant thought. You don’t want to
think about that anymore.

You let go of Cynthia’s ass and run your hand up her spine. She shivers.
What does it feel like for a ghost to shiver?

It is fun to tease her. You run your hand back down her back and she shivers
again. You grab her ass and her entire body tenses. You pinch her wonderful
butt and she jumps.
Without warning, you reach between her legs. Your fingers cup her sex
from behind. Cynthia freezes as your finger slips inside her.

She throws her head back. Is she moaning? Her pussy clenches tightly
around your finger. She is so wet and warm.

You pull your finger out and walk around to face her. The glove looks dry
even though you can feel how wet your finger is. You take a lick. The glove
is dry and tastes like rubber.

Cynthia looks at you. She opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue.

Why not? You reach for her mouth and her lips close around your finger.
She licks you as her mouth sucks. Obviously, she can taste herself.

You reach for her sex with your other hand. She tenses as your fingers slip
inside her. She sucks harder on your fingers as you begin to stroke her.

A feeling of power and arousal sweeps through you. This is nice. You relish
the power that you have. It could be fun to bring her to orgasm as she sucks
on your fingers.

Another thought crosses your mind. It might be more fun to bring her close
and then deny her the orgasm she craves. The thought sends a shiver down
your spine and straight to your own wet sex. How much fun would it be to
be cruel now that you have her trust?
Will you bring the ghost woman to orgasm?

Yes, I am feeling generous.

No, I will stroke myself instead.

I plan to be cruel and have fun.

Dark thoughts enter your mind. Maybe it is the house but you are feeling
inspired to do something mean. It gets you excited just thinking about it.
Besides, how often do you get to play with a bound woman anyway?

Cynthia notices something in your eyes because she suddenly looks afraid.
She leans back from your hand but there is nowhere to go. Her bound hands
only allow her to lean so far.

You run your fingers over her breast. The flesh quivers as she trembles.
Your fingers glide over her nipple and once again you are impressed with
how much sensitivity the glove allows you.

“You’re afraid of me, aren’t you?” you say.

Cynthia hesitates. She must think this is some kind of a trap. Finally, she
nods her head in agreement.

“You should,” you say and your fingers pinch her nipple.

Cynthia bites her lip. Her eyes clench shut and she pulls on the hook above
her head. She hops on one foot to the other as if trying to find a position
that makes the pinching easier.

You add a twist to your pinch. Your fingers savagely twist her nipple one
direction and then the other. Amazingly, you feel the warmth of her breast
as you twist. She might be a ghost but to your hands, she feels like a real
woman.

The breast contorts in wonderful ways under your pinching. Cynthia gasps
and she tries to say something but you can’t hear the words. Is she crying
out in pain or is she begging?

There is one way to find out.

“Do you want me to stop?” you ask her.

She nods her head passionately.

“Beg me,” you tell her. For emphasis, you grab her other breast as well.
While one hand pinches a nipple, your other hand is twisting her entire
breast.

Cynthia’s eyes widen in shock. Her jaw trembles but then she starts to say
something. Silent please fall from frantic lips. She is begging with
everything that she has but none of your words reach you.

“I can’t hear you,” you say as your keep cruelly twisting her breasts.

Despair washes over her face. She knows that you are playing with her.
Nothing she says will be heard but if she stops begging, will you hurt her
more? The conflict is clear on her face and she makes a decision. She keeps
silently begging you.

You play with her tits a few more minutes before releasing them. Angry
marks appear on her transparent blue skin. Can a ghost bruise? Judging
from the marks, it certainly looks possible.

What else can you do to her? You walk behind her. Cynthia tries to follow
but the hook won’t let her turn in place.

She has a wonderful ass. It is fit and clearly defined. She must have worked
out a lot in life. Or maybe being a ghost is good for keeping in shape? You
wish that she could speak so that you could ask her.

It is no matter. She has a great ass and you know what you want to do next.

WHAP! You slap her ass with your gloved hand. The sound of your hand
hitting her butt surprises you. She might not be able to talk but her butt
certainly can.
WHAP! You strike her bottom again. There is barely any jiggle. It is
amazing.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! You hit her butt over and over again.
Cynthia dances as the hits get more intense. Her ass shifts and sways as she
tries to avoid your slaps. She actually manages to avoid one or two of your
swings.

That will not do. You grab her hair roughly. The hair is stiff from hairspray
and you wonder how hair product makes it into the afterlife. It doesn’t
matter. You pull harshly on her hair and yank her head back.

“Stay still,” you hiss.

Cynthia stops moving.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! You keep slapping her ass while holding
onto her hair. Cynthia trembles and screams silently. Her ass clenches but
she has stopped trying to dodge you.

Your hand starts to get tired but you don’t care. Glove prints appear on
Cynthia’s fit butt and they are beautiful to watch.

The glove offers no protection and your hand begins to burn from the
spanks. You keep swinging because if your hand hurts this much, you can
only imagine how much worse it feels on Cynthia’s ass.

Your shoulder begins to hurt and that is when you finally decide to stop
spanking her. Wow, spanking is a good workout. If you are going to do this
more often, you’re going to need to practice.

You let go of Cynthia and admire her ass. It is still a transparent blue but
you swear it is glowing with your glove prints. You have covered every
inch of her bottom with marks and it fills you with a sense of pride.

Cynthia is trembling. You walk around to her front. Tears roll down her
cheeks. Her face is soaked with her crying.
Something else is wet. Her hair sexy is soaked and dripping. You reach
between her legs and press against her sex. She is burning hot to the touch.

“You like this, don’t you?” you ask.

Cynthia swallows but she doesn’t answer.

“I asked you a question,” you say as you stroke her wet pussy.

Cynthia trembles and her lips open for a moan that you cannot hear. She
nods her head in submission to your question.

Interesting. You pinch and spank her and the ghost gets wet. Despite her
tears and resistance, she enjoyed it as much as you.

You feel a strange bond between you. Part of you is tempted to bring her to
orgasm in celebration of her desire. Another part of you wants to tease her
and deny her pleasure altogether. Affection and cruelty wrestle inside you.
Will you grant the poor ghost an orgasm?

Yes, she has earned it.

No, she must still suffer.

Yes, I am feeling generous.

You have brought her this close, it only feels right to finish the job. Besides,
you want to see this lovely woman come.

Cynthia’s mouth tightens around your fingers. You feel vibrations from her
mouth. Is she moaning? How can you feel the vibrations but not here them?

It doesn’t matter. You don’t need to know the laws of ghost physics. You are
too busy stroking this beautiful ghost woman off.

You do pull your fingers from her mouth and use that hand to grab her
breast. You squeeze and her mouth opens for a silent moan. Your fingers
trap her nipple and give them a slight pinch.

Cynthia clenches around your fingers. The power of her pussy muscles is
intense. It almost makes it hard to stroke her but luckily the ghost woman is
slick enough.

“You like it, don’t you?” you say to her.

Cynthia nods her head.

“You like my fingers inside your sex,” you say.

Cynthia nods passionately.

“I’m going to watch you come,” you say.

A flush comes over her face again. Is she embarrassed or turned on? Maybe
it is both.

“Do you like it hard?” you ask and you ram your fingers into her wet sex.

Cynthia nods her head vigorously.

“Or soft?” you ask as you slow down.

Cynthia shakes her head in the negative. Her permed hair barely moves.

“Hard it is,” you say and your plunge your fingers into her. You finger her
as hard as possible.

Cynthia throws her head back. She opens her mouth for a silent moan or
maybe a scream. Pussy muscles tighten around your fingers and she humps
your hand.

You let go of her breast and bring your hand down to her. You hold her
pussy lips apart as your fucking hand slams deep inside her.

The pussy clenches even tighter around your fingers. Cynthia lets out
another silent scream. She shivers and you feel her pussy quiver around
your fingers.

Moments later, she is shaking her head for you to stop. You pull your slick
fingers from her pussy. She shudders again now that you are out of her.

You bring the glove to your mouth. It is still dry and tastes like rubber.
That’s disappointing.

“I hope you had fun,” you say.

Cynthia nods her head wearingly. She smiles and then she tilts her head to
the far wall. She repeats the motion as if trying to get you to look there.

“What is it?” you ask. You walk over to the far wall. There is just a mess of
pages on the walls. Does she want you to look at one in particular?

There is a clicking sound from the metal contraption on the table. Cynthia
flickers and then she is gone. The pentagram is empty once more.

Hmm, you look back at the wall. Are you missing something?
A portion of the wall slides to the side. You jump back and see a dark
corridor. There is a candle flickering at the end of the corridor.

“It’s a secret door!” you say out loud. That’s what she wanted you to see,
but why? Should you go in it? You did get her off; maybe this is her way of
saying thanks.

That’s assuming she was thankful. People are happy for orgasms but who
knows what the motives of horny ghosts are? This could be some sort of a
trap.

You walk back over to the table and look at the contraption. The disc has
moved and Cynthia’s name is gone. Now a needle is pointing at blank
space.

There is no reason to hang around. You peel off the purple gloves from your
hands. They come off just as easily as they went on. You put them back in
the box and close the lid.

Now where? Do you go back into the hallway or do you take the secret
passage?
Where do you want to go?

I’m checking out that secret passage.

I’m sticking to well-lit places like the hallway.

No, I will stroke myself instead.

You pull your fingers from her sex and reach for your own pussy. Your
fingers slip inside you and you let out a long moan.

Cynthia lips frown around your fingers in her mouth. She stops licking your
fingers. There is doubt in her eyes.

“Keep sucking my fingers,” you command.

Your fingers vibrate. Is she whining? It is strange how you can feel the
vibrations from her mouth but not hear her.

“If you want me to keep stroking you, you need to earn it,” you tell her.

Cynthia nods her head and sucks harder on your fingers. Her tongue returns
to licking you. She bobs her head on your fingers and fucks her face on
your hand.

You moan and stroke yourself faster. It turns you on to see this ghost trying
to please you. Your pussy clenches with arousal around your fingers.

“I bet you were close,” you say out loud.

Cynthia nods her head with your fingers in her mouth.

“Would you like to come?” you ask.

She nods more passionately.

You don’t answer at first. Your fingers plunge inside your sex and the sound
of your stroking fills the room. Cynthia jealously stares at your pussy.

She sucks harder on your fingers. If your fingers were a cock, you would
have climaxed already. You are impressed by the suction of her mouth.
You pull your fingers from her lips and cup her pussy. Cynthia moans
silently and grinds against your hand. You press hard against her sex but
you don’t enter her.

Cynthia’s mouth puckers into a pout. The sight makes your pussy clench
even tighter.

“Beg,” you tell her.

Cynthia starts to speak and then stops. She looks confused.

“It doesn’t matter if I can’t hear you, beg,” you tell her.

She looks down at your gloved hand, plunging in and out of your sex and
she makes her decision. Her mouth moves and she looks at you directly in
the eyes. Silent words babble from her lips as she begs you to stroke her.

Arousal arcs through your body. You wish that you could hear her but her
silent begging is still a turn-on. What is she promising? How badly does she
want it? What filthy things is she begging you to do?

You slip your fingers into her sex. It is wetter than it was before. Intense
pressure clenches around your fingers. Cynthia throws her head back and
lets out a silent wail of thanks.

And then you pull your fingers out of her. Cynthia’s head snaps back down
and she stares at you in horror. Her mouth pleads with you. The desperation
in her eyes is delicious.

You stroke yourself faster. As Cynthia watches, you bring yourself to

orgasm. You cry out your pleasure, a little louder than usual just to gloat
over her disappointment.

Cynthia watches and bites her lip. She begs you with your eyes. Now that
you have pleased yourself, will you please her?
“No,” you say as you pull your fingers out of your sex. “Not tonight.”

Cynthia sobs. She mouths the word ‘please’ over and over.

You shake your head and peel off one of the gloves. It slips off just easily as
it came on.

Cynthia sighs and her body goes limp with resignation. She shakes her head
and then looks at you. There is a change in her expression. You were
expecting resentment but no, her face is showing something else: respect.

She bows her head towards you and then tilts her head to the far wall
behind her. She repeats the tilting as if she wants you to go over there.

You decide to indulge her. You walk over to the far wall. It is covered in
pages of faces. What does she want you to see? Is her picture here?

There is a clicking sound from the metal contraption on the table. Cynthia
flickers and then she is gone. The pentagram is empty once more.

Hmm, you look back at the wall. Are you missing something?

A portion of the wall slides to the side. You jump back and see a dark
corridor. There is a candle flickering at the end of the corridor.

“It’s a secret door!” you say out loud. That’s what she wanted you to see,
but why? Should you go in it? You did deny her orgasm; could this be her
revenge?

No, you saw the look in her eyes. The fact that you denied her pleasure
made her respect you. She wouldn’t wish you harm.

You walk back over to the table and look at the contraption. The disc has
moved and Cynthia’s name is gone. Now a needle is pointing at blank
space.
There is no reason to hang around. You peel off the other glove from your
hand. You put both gloves back in the box and close the lid.

Now where? Do you go back into the hallway or do you take the secret
passage?
Where do you want to go?

I’m checking out that secret passage.

I’m sticking to well-lit places like the hallway.

I help him get free.

The rope looks thick so you look for a knife. There is plenty of them in this
kitchen. In fact, you are not sure a kitchen needs these many knives.

You get a small but sharp knife and come over to the man. He hears your
footsteps and tenses.

“Shhh,” you say. “I am getting you down. Understand?”

The man nods. He makes a sound but the lemon in his mouth muffles the
words.

You pull the lemon from his mouth. He makes a face and stretches his jaw.

“Ug,” he says. “That is the worst thing I have ever had stuck in my mouth.
Thank you, my name is Phillip.”

“Hi Phillip,” you say. “Hold on a second.” You can’t reach the rope above
his head but thankfully, there is a small kitchen stool nearby. For all you
know, the stool might be for tying and untying people to this hook. You get
up on the stool and saw away at the rope. It doesn’t take long before you cut
through it.

Phillip brings his hands down and pulls the rope from his hand. He takes off
his blindfold and blinks a few times. Once he has adjusted to the light, he
looks at you and there is surprise on his face.

“You don’t live here, do you?” he says.

“No,” you say. “My car broke down and I saw the house. I was going to
knock but I saw the light from the kitchen.”

Phillip glances at the window. “So, you peeked in a back window before
knocking on the front door?”
Heat rises to your face. “Well, when you put it like that, I guess it is a little
weird.”

“No, no,” Phillip says. “You made the right choice. People are dangerous
here. They capture strangers and put them to work in their twisted games.”

“Oh my God, is that what happened to you?” you say. “We need to get out
of here!”

You head for the kitchen door but Phillip steps in your way. “No, not that
way. It is dangerous at night. There are traps out there. You are lucky that
you didn’t trip any of them.”

“What can we do?” you ask. “Is there a phone we can use?”

Phillip shakes his head. “Wanda is on the phone.” He runs his hand through
his thick red hair and thinks. Damn, he does look like a romance novel
cover.

“I have an idea,” he says. “There are parts of the house no one uses. We can
hide you there until morning. Everyone sleeps during the day so it will be
safe to get you out. We can even steal the car and get to the next town.”

“Sounds good to me,” you say.

“Come on,” Phillip says and he takes you by the hand. A thrill runs up your
arm. It is hard not to get excited when a handsome naked man takes your
hand.

He leads you through a door and into a hallway. It is brightly lit with
modern lamps. The floor is hard and freshly polished. It looks very well
kept and quite different from what you have seen on the outside.

Phillip boldly leads you down several hallways. You would have thought he
would be sneaking more but maybe he is just confident about where he is
going. He must be right because you don’t run into anyone.
Your wet clothes stick to your body. They get colder as you walk. You are
still dripping onto the floor and you hope no one follows the puddles to you.

You are distracted by the changing halls. No two seem to be alike. Wood
paneling gives way to wallpaper. Some walls have holes and look like they
belong in an abandoned house while other halls look like they came out of a
catalog. The change in décor and materials is disorienting.

A large painting catches your eye. It depicts a large man in a hallway just
like this one. Judging by the scale, he is seven feet tall at least. Suspenders
hold up orange pants decorated with green skulls. Giant red shoes cover his
feet. He isn’t wearing a shirt and he has two flowers covering his nipples.
The face is ghastly white with curly green hair. Red makeup covers his lips.

A nameplate says, “Boner the Clown, 1986-“

“Why do they have a painting of a creepy clown?” you ask Phillip in a

whisper.

He looks at the painting and winces. “He lives here. Trust me, you don’t
want him to show you his balloon animals.”

You shudder and follow Phillip down the hall. It is a good thing you are
with Phillip. You would hate to meet a scary clown in this place.

Phillip stops at a door. He reaches above the door frame and takes down a
small key. He uses it to unlock the door and goes through.

You follow him into a dark bedroom. Phillip closes the door and locks it.
You start to relax. At least you have a door between you and the rest of the
house.

Phillip goes over to the fireplace and takes down a match from the
mantelpiece. “This room used to belong to Mrs. Hayley. She was kind to
me and I used to spend a lot of time here. When she passed away, they
locked the room up. No one comes here anymore so we should be safe until
the morning.”
He lights a fire and an orange glow fills the room. In addition to the bed,
there is a dresser, a small table with seating for two and an open door that
leads into a small bathroom. Above the fireplace is a painting but there is a
sheet over it. There are two windows and you can hear the rain through
them.

“I noticed your clothes are wet,” Phillip says. “You can take them off and
dry them by the fire. You can wear Mrs. Hayley’s robe in the meantime.”

That is a good idea. Your clothes are dripping wet. You start to take off your
shirt but you pause when you realize Phillip is looking at you.

Fuck it. He’s naked and you’re hiding inside a creepy house. You pull off
your shirt and hand it to him. He wrings the water out of it and hangs it on
the mantle.

You strip off the rest of your clothes. It feels good to get out of them. It
feels even better when you notice the handsome man sneaking glances at
you. His large cock gets even bigger and by the time you are naked, his dick
is fully erect.

“Here you go,” Phillip says as he hands you a robe. It is plush and pink.
You pull it on and it clings to your body. It is like wearing a fuzzy blanket.

“Thank you,” you say. “I have so many questions. How long have you been
here? Who lives here? Do you really think we can escape in the morning?”

Worry crosses Phillip’s face. “I’d love to answer all of that but I think I
should be getting back to the rest of the house. It is not unusual for the
servants to run away from their duties for a bit, but we always come back to
avoid punishment. I should go back so no one gets suspicious.”

That’s disappointing. You try not to stare at his magnificent cock as you
nod.

“I’ll stay here,” you say. “Are you sure that no one will come by?”
Phillip smiles. “Oh, yes. I am sure of that.”

He turns to leave. Your disappointment grows. Does he really need to leave

right now? If you want something to happen between you two, you better
speak up now. On the other hand, it might be safer all around to let him go
and just wait the night by yourself.
Do you let Phillip leave the room?

No, I jump his bones!

Yes, I don’t fuck guys I find in a creepy house.

I get that cock inside me while he is tied up.

Fuck being nice. For that matter, fuck being sensible or cautious. You have
snuck into a creepy house and you plan to enjoy yourself as much as you
can.

Still, you can take some precautions. You look around and find a chair. It is
heavy which suits your purposes. You drag it over to the door that the
Hispanic woman went through. You prop the chair under the knob so if she
comes back, she won’t get in easily. That should give you time to grab your
clothes and run back outside.

The man heard you. The lemon in his mouth makes it hard to read his
expression but he looks curious. Odd, you would think that he would be
afraid.

You come back over to him. Your hand wraps around his cock. He shudders
and you think there was a moan behind the lemon. His cock throbs and you
enjoy the weight in your hand.

“Hey there,” you whisper. “I’m going to leave the lemon in your mouth
because I don’t want you to yell. But don’t worry. I just want to fuck your
brains out. Is that okay?

The man nods his head. His hard cock pulses in your grip. He pumps his
hips towards you.

“Wow, you are eager,” you say.

He tenses. The muscles on his chest tighten. Cords of muscles stand out on
his arms.

It is too tempting to resist. You press your face against his broad chest and
feel the power underneath. Your lips graze his small nipples and they are as
hard as pebbles.
The man groans. Juice runs down from his mouth from where he is biting
down on the lemon. His cock, already large and heavy, seems to grow in
your hands.

You kiss his nipple. He shudders and you give his nipple a lick. He groans
and you suck on his nipple.

Thunder crashes outside. You roll your tongue around his nipple. The man
breathes loudly through his nose as he pulls uselessly on his bonds.

You lightly stroke his cock. Your grip is slight over his thick member. Up
and down you stroke, taking your time and relishing his many groans.

The cock pulses in your hand. It is too tempting. You release his nipple
from your mouth and drop down to your knees. The thick cock throbs
wildly in front of your face.

You wanted to tease him a little but it is you that is giving in first. You take
his cock into your mouth. It is a large cock but you manage to get over half
of him between your lips.

The man shudders. He groans so loudly that even the lemon can’t mute him.
The muscles on his pelvis stand out and you wonder how powerful his
thrusts would be inside you.

That is for latter. Right now, you relish sucking on him. You hold the base
of his dick while your head slides along his length. Your lips tighten around
his girth while your tongue explores every ridge and vein.

Thunder rolls outside. The rain is loud against the windows. The wind picks
up and slams against the walls.

You ignore the weather and keep sucking. He tastes wonderful. There are
faint traces of sugar on his dick. Were they left behind by the Hispanic
woman? Maybe she was preparing him for her own devouring.
Too bad, he is all yours now. You stroke the base of his cock while your
mouth keeps moving. Your cheeks collapse as you increase the suction. You
lick and lick and lick to get every trace of flavor from his dick.

The man shudders. He shifts from foot to foot. His ass slams back into the
wall as he tries to contain himself.

He might be close. You wonder what he tastes like. It might be worth it to

keep sucking just to find out.

No. If you drained him now, then what would be left for you?

You take his cock from your mouth. He whimpers behind his lemon gag but
you ignore him. You stand up and kick off your shoes. Your belt comes
undone and then your pants. As for your panties, you pull down to your
ankles. You want to be able to pull them up in a hurry if you need to.

The man is silent as you strip. Is he hearing what you are doing? Or is he
just being quiet because he knows you want him to be quiet?

You turn around and back into him. His hot cock presses against your ass.
You feel him shudder but he doesn’t moan. He is such a good boy.

Gripping his cock, you lean forward and then press him against your sex.
This time he does moan as you slowly back into him. The long cock enters
your pussy and fills you.

Fuck, he is large. You begin to move very slowly. Your pussy needs time to
acclimate to his girth. Back and forth you sway as slowly as you can.

Thankfully, the man doesn’t move. He stays where he is as you slowly fuck
him. His cock throbs but his hips are still.

Lightning flashes and feels uncomfortably close. The thunder is loud and is
on top of the house. You clench from the noise and the man groans behind
his lemon.
You glance at the door with the chair barring it. How much longer do you
have before the woman comes back? It would be terrible if she came back
before you came.

“Listen,” you say. “I want you to fuck me but do it slowly! Understand?”

The man answers by thrusting inside you. True to your request, he pumps
into you slowly. His immense dick slides in and out of your tight sex.

You groan. It feels wonderful inside you. You brace yourself on your legs as
he keeps fucking you. As you get wetter, you start to fuck him back.

The two of you move together while the rain pours outside. His control is
amazing. You know how excited he is but he keeps his pace slow and
manageable.

He starts to grunt. Does that mean he is liking it or does it mean he is close?

It is best not to take any chances. You reach between your legs and rub the
outside your pussy. As his thick cock slowly fucks you, you stroke your sex
fast and passionately.

He grunts louder. His thrusts come a little faster. He drives his cock deep
inside you.

Yes, yes, yes. You are so close. Just a few more thrusts.

He makes a strange sound behind his lemon gag. A surge of hot seed fills
your pussy. His cock throbs as it pumps you full of his seed.

You come. The rush of semen sends you over the edge. Your pussy clenches
tightly as you come. You bite down on your hand to keep from crying out.

He keeps thrusting. His cock stays hard even after emptying inside you. He
regains control and slow back down.
You shudder and pull his cock out. It is too much. Fuck, how could he keep
going? The man is insatiable! Either that or he just keeps doing what he is
told.

The man whimpers and then sighs. His cock twitches. It is shiny with pussy
juices and come.

You pull up your panties. Afterglow washes over you. It would be so nice to
curl into a warm bed right now.

Instead, you pick up your wet pants and put them back on. You shudder as
the cold water clings to your legs. At least you have his hot seed inside you
to keep you warm.

You should go. You did what you came in here to do. You are not sure what
you are going to do about your car but fuck it. You can just sleep in it
tonight and come up with a plan in the morning.

As you put on your shoes, your stomach growls. Shit, you are really hungry.
It is going to be a long night if you sleep in your car on an empty stomach.

The plates of food beckon to you. They won’t miss it if you grabbed a
snack. Heck, they wouldn’t miss it if you grabbed a meal.

Lightning flashes. The thunder rolls but it isn’t as loud as the growling from
your stomach.
Do you have time to eat?

No. I am pushing my luck as it is. I go back outside and ignore the food.

Yes. I still have the door barred in case anything happens.

I get the hell out of this weird place and back into the hallway.

This is too strange. You were hoping to find bondage dungeons or a masked
orgy. This is just creepy.

You go to the Astral door and turn the doorknob. To your surprise, it is not
locked. This feels like the kind of house that locks you into places. You
open the door and go through it.

The red hallway is almost a comforting sight. At least there aren’t any weird
sketches of people’s faces. What was that all about?

You go past the Astral door and further down the red hallway. There is a
door to your right with a more normal sounding name, ‘Lord Brisbane’.
There you go. It even sounds kinky with a title like ‘lord.; You try he door.

It is locked.

The next door has the nameplate of Lady Morley. It is also locked.

You snort. Maybe the butler warned you away from going upstairs because
most of the rooms are locked.

The robe continues to distract you as you walk. The soft fabric shifts on
your shoulders and you swear that it feels like someone is breathing on your
neck. The robe sticks to your sex and the material clings to the lips of your
pussy. Some of the material wraps around your leg and it feels like someone
is kissing the back of your knee.

The next door reads ‘Perezes’. It is locked.

The next door says ‘Nightmare’. The doorknob is missing. A metal plate is
screwed over the hole. Six deadbolts lock the door on this side. You will
leave that one alone.
The hallway turns a corner. It is tempting to give up and just go downstairs.
You keep going. Maybe you’ll find a phone.

There is a strange smell in the hall. It is fruity but also a little musky. You
take a moment to sniff the air and try to identify what is it.

Could it from that table with the flower vase? Purple flowers sit in the vase
and they aren’t like any that you have seen before. What are they?

And why are you so wet suddenly? You must be getting turned on from
sneaking around upstairs. Who knew you got off on being where you
shouldn’t be?

You walk over to the table to get a better look at the flowers. Your right foot
sinks into the floor and keeps going up to your shin. Luckily you don’t fall
but it is close.

“What the fuck?” you say as you look at your leg. Did you step in a hole?
No, it doesn’t look like it. You poke the edge of the floor next to your leg.
The floor is solid.

Your other foot starts to sink. It goes down to the same depth as your first
foot. You push down with your feet and it feels solid underneath you. What
is going on?

The floor bubbles and you sink down to your knees. Hard wood encases
your foot and calves. The bubbling stops and the floor is solid again.

“Fuck this,” you say. You have no idea what is going on. What kind of floor
acts like quicksand one second and then a hard floor the next? Are you on
drugs? Did the butler slip you something?

Something touches your buried calves. It feels warm and soft. The warm
sensation grows like a hot massage pad.

“No, no, no,” you say. Is this some of weird kinky thing? Well, you are not
putting up with it.
The table you were going to is close by. You reach for the table and grab it.
The table is heavy and doesn’t move. Maybe you can use it to drag yourself
out of the floor.

The floor bubbles again. You begin to sink again. Your hands hold onto the
table edge but you still sink down to your thighs. The bubbling stops and
the floor is solid again.

“Fuck, shit!” you say. At this rate, you’re going to be under any minute!

The warmth spreads up your legs. It feels nice on your thighs. You didn’t
realize how tired you were from walking to this house and then standing
around in the foyer. Part of you is tempted to just relax and enjoy it.

Wait, is that a tongue? Yes, it feels like it. The tongue is warm and licking
the inside of your right thigh.

Is someone under you? You try to kick your leg but it won’t move. The
tongue keeps licking and you shudder. It is a talented tongue but it is hard to
ignore that the tongue belongs to someone licking your trapped leg.

There’s another tongue! This one is licking your left thigh! Fuck, how many
weirdoes are licking your legs under this floor?

It does feel nice. It feels really nice. Could this be some sort of sex game?
Are there people with sinking floor fetishes? Man, these people are into the
weird shit.

You still have a grip on the table. You pull with all your might and feel
yourself rises a few inches out of the floor.

The tongues lick faster. Are they afraid that you will escape?

Part of you is afraid too. The tongues do feel nice. It might be tempting to
let the floor keep taking you. It might be nice to be licked by unseen people
beneath the hallway floor.
Wait, what are you thinking? That’s crazy. You should keep pulling on the
table and get your ass out of this sinking floor trap. Surely, that is the smart
thing to do.

It all depends on how smart you are feeling.

How are feeling?

Turned on! I sink into the floor!

Smart! I want to pull myself out!

I’m checking out that secret passage.

You go to the wall and step into the corridor. There is a single lamp at the
end of the hall. It is dark and you can barely make out the walls. You take a
few steps and the wall closes behind you.

That’s normal, right? You are not sure. It is not like you have been down
many secret passages.

You keep walking. The darkness surrounds you with the light of the lamp
ahead your only guide.

The robe shifts and slides along your skin. The odd fabric creates faux
sensations. It feels like someone is breathing on your nipples. The robe
wraps around your legs and feels like a lover’s thighs are brushing yours.

It is quiet here. You feel isolated and alone. It gives you time to think.

You think about Cynthia. It was nice to control her pleasure. It felt good to
make her beg. You have dabbled in power games before but this was
different. Maybe it was the fact that she was a stranger, or maybe it was the
fact that you held total control over her. Shit, maybe it was the fact that she
was a fucking ghost. There are plenty of reasons why it felt so good.

Whatever the reason, you enjoyed having power over her. You feel
exhilarated. You are more aroused than you have been in a long time. It has
been a shitty night with a broken car and a run through the rain to a
stranger’s house but right now, you are feeling good. You want to keep this
feeling going.

You reach the end of the corridor where the lamp is hanging. The corridor
turns to the left but there is something under the lamp. It looks to be a pile
of men’s underwear.

What is this doing here? The underwear doesn’t look clean. Is this some
sort of laundry pile? Why would they have it in a secret passage?
It is not your concern. You look around the corridor and see another lamp. It
sits beside a door.

You walk to the door and find a knob. It turns easily and leads into a
brightly lit hallway. You go through it.

The walls are black wood. A plush brown carpet lines the floor. There is a
painting of a couple but your attention is pulled to something stranger. One
wall of the hallway has human heads mounted at crotch level!

“Fuck, shit!” you swear. Did these heads belong to real people? Are you in
some sort of a murder house?

When you curse, the heads turn towards you. You jump and then let out a
sigh of relief. They are alive! Oh sheesh, this isn’t a murder house. It is
some sort of a bondage thing.

You walk over to the first head. It is a white woman with short pink hair.
She looks up at you and opens her mouth. A pierced tongue flicks at you.

“Hello,” you say. The pink-haired woman keeps flicking her tongue at you.

“Uh, can you speak?” you ask.

The pink-haired woman makes exaggerated licking motions with her

tongue.

Great, another woman who can’t speak. You look at her neck. There is a
hole in the wall that has a seam. Her body must be on the other side. How
strange!

There are five heads and a hole for a sixth. A wooden covering blocks the
empty hole so you can’t see what is on the other side. Two of the heads are
women while the other three are men. All of them open their mouths and
make licking motions with their tongues.
Now that you are sure that the heads belong to living people, you relax and
look around. The opposite wall has a long padded bench. The hall itself
continues to the left and right, going around different corners. There are no
windows but you can hear the rain outside.

You look up at the painting. It is of a man and a woman. They look similar
enough to be twins. Both are slender with brown skin. They each have short
black hair. Their eyes look identical, right down to the long lashes. Each are
dressed in white house robes. The only real difference is the woman has a
large bust while the man has a broad chest.

The name plate says, “Maria and Matias Perez. 1973-” Weird, are they
married or siblings? You can’t tell. They are holding hands and that doesn’t
tell you anything.

You look down at the heads. One of the heads, a tanned man with short
brown hair is smiling at you. He opens his mouth and the longest tongue
you have ever seen sticks out. His tongue goes back into his mouth and he
smiles at you.

A shiver runs through you. After feeling up the ghost girl, a good tongue
would feel nice right about now. But how would you do it? Would you have
to stand up against a head? That might work for men sliding their dicks into
mouths but not so much for women.

You glance over at the padded bench. Of course, that is why it is there. It is
low enough that if you sat on it, a head could lap away at your sex without
having to move. God, you hope they clean that bench regularly.

The heads smile at you as you study the bench. They are excited. All of
them are cute but it is the pink-haired girl and the tanned man that has your
interest. It is just a matter of choosing between a pierced tongue or a super
long one.

Wait, what are you thinking? This isn’t like you. You don’t normally plan to
face-fuck trapped heads in strange hallways.
It’s this house. There is something about it. Or maybe it just you. You did
molest a ghost after all.

You look down the hall. What should you do? Should you take a moment to
use a very eager mouth? Or do you want to keep exploring?
Where will you move the bench?

Over to the pink-haired woman with the pierced tongue.

Over to the tanned man with the long tongue.

Nowhere. I’m going to restrain myself and keep walking down the hallway.
I’m sticking to well-lit places like the hallway.

That secret passage is just too dark. Too many horror movies have taught
you to avoid dark passages. The ghost girl might be trustworthy but that
secret passage is another matter.

You head back to the door. Part of you is surprised to find that it is not
locked. This seems like the kind of house that locks doors behind you.

The door opens and you are back in the hallway. The Mobius door is across
from you. If it is as weird as the Astral room, you are not ready for that.

You decide to keep going further down the red hallway. There is a door to
your right with an interesting name, ‘Lord Brisbane’. There you go. It even
sounds kinky with a title like ‘lord.; You try the door.

It is locked.

The next door has the nameplate of Lady Morley. It is also locked.

You sigh. As soon you think about doors being locked, then you start
coming across locked doors. Do the ghosts of the house read minds?

The robe continues to distract you as you walk. The soft fabric shifts on
your shoulders and you swear that it feels like someone is breathing on your
neck. The robe sticks to your sex and the material clings to the lips of your
pussy. Some of the material wraps around your leg and it feels like someone
is kissing the back of your knee.

The next door reads ‘Perezes’. It is locked.

The next door says ‘Nightmare’. The doorknob is missing. A metal plate is
screwed over the hole. Six deadbolts lock the door on this side. You will
leave that one alone.
The hallway turns a corner. It is tempting to give up and just go downstairs.
You keep going. Maybe you’ll find a phone.

There is a strange smell in the hall. It is fruity but also a little musky. You
take a moment to sniff the air and try to identify what is it.

Could it from that table with the flower vase? Purple flowers sit in the vase
and they aren’t like any that you have seen before. What are they?

And why are you so wet suddenly? You must be getting turned on from
sneaking around upstairs. Who knew you got off on being where you
shouldn’t be?

You walk over to the table to get a better look at the flowers. There is a dip
in the floor and you nearly trip. Luckily you steady yourself before falling
into the table.

What did you trip on? You look at the floor but it seems smooth and level.
Are you just getting tired?

“Come,” a voice says from down the hall.

“Hello?” you ask. “Is anyone there?”

There is no answer. You forget about the flowers and go down the new
hallway.

A strange painting hangs from the wall. It shows a man wrapped in brown
bands of something thick. The material looks coarse like leather. The man’s
eyes are exposed as well as his very erect pale cock. Some of the leather
bands have ends that hang loosely on his body. It looks like fetish wear but
it doesn’t look comfortable to wear at all.

A nameplate says, “Leather Mummy 1973-“

Weird. He certainly looks like a leather mummy. It is amazing that someone

would do such a vivid painting to convey a fetish pun.
“Come,” the voice says again. It is coming from an open door next to the
painting.

You peek in. It is a bright room with plenty of lamps. That is a pleasant
change from the dark Astral room. Instead of pages with sketches, this room
is filled with masks of all shapes and kinds. You are not sure if that part is
an improvement or not.

There doesn’t seem to be anyone in the room. You walk and check behind
the door. Nope, no one there either. Weird. Could it be more ghosts?

Wait, Cynthia never spoke. You don’t think ghosts have voices.

Oh well, since you are here, you look around. There is an amazing range of
masks. There is a gas mask, a few cheap Halloween masks, a simple cloth
sack with eye holes, a few plaster masks of faces, a furry wolf mask, a
small black domino mask and even a life-like latex mask of a young man.

The door slams shut. You jump and spin around. A naked man stands in
front of the door. His cock hard and pointing towards you. Of course, he is
wearing a purple mask of a simple male face.

“Who are you?” you ask. “Did you call me in here?”

“I did,” the man says. “You have no mask.”

“Uh, right,” you say.

The man picks up a mask. It is white and shaped like a cat’s face. He then
turns around and picks up another mask. This one is made of black leather
and only has a hole for a mouth.

“Nice masks you have here,” you say as you try to make conversation.

The man walks over to you. He holds the two masks in his hands.
“Choose.”
“Not really my style,” you say. “Cat masks are more of a 90’s thing and I’m
not into wearing leather hoods. It doesn’t even have holes for eyes.”

The man stares at you. You can’t read his expression because of the purple
mask but his blue eyes are intense.

“Choose,” he says, still thrusting the two masks out to you.

“No thank you,” you say. You step around him and head for the door.

He appears in front of you. “Fuck, shit!” you yell as you jump back. He
appeared out of nowhere!

“Choose!” he says.

Shit, you better pick one.

Choose!

I pick the cat mask.

I pick the fetish mask.

Fuck no, I am enjoying this!

You are going nowhere. The pain is good. It makes you aware of your body.
Besides, you are not leaving this wonderful cock that is inside you.

The cock slides in and out of you. It is nice and slow, letting you get used to
the enormous girth.

Can a ghost climax? Does it have come?

The grip on your hair tightens. Your scalp burns as your head is pulled
roughly back. You try to fight against it but the grip is too strong for you to
resist. It forces you to stare up at the ceiling.

On the ceiling is another pentagram in silver paint. Does that mean

something? Do the ghosts want you to see it?

No, you doubt it. More than likely, the asshole who has your hair just likes
pulling it.

The cock keeps fucking your pussy at a slow steady pace. It is strange to be
fucked by someone you can’t see. There is no face to look at or body
language to read. Is he ready to burst or is he far from coming? Is he
passionate or bored? It is infuriating not to know.

Teeth bite down on your shoulder. You gasp as the sharpness grips you like
a vice. Is it from the ghost fucking you or someone else?

The tongue on your asshole is joined by another tongue. The two tongues
probe inside your ass. How is that possible? How can both mouths fit? Are
ghosts insubstantial to each other?

WHAP! There is a slap on your ass. You cry out and a hand goes over your
mouth. Your lips are smothered and you try to scream but nothing comes
out.
The cock inside you keeps fucking. Slow and steady, it fills your wet pussy.
Slow and steady, it fucks you while you try to scream.

There are more teeth all over your body. Someone bites your foot. Teeth
sink into your thighs. Both of your nipples are cruelly bitten. Someone bites
your ear while something else bites your nose.

Each bite sends a bolt of pain through your body. Each bite makes you try
to scream into the hand that is gagging you. Each bite makes you clench
tighter around the wonderful cock inside you.

The hand leaves your mouth. The biting stops. Even your hair is released.
Only the cock remains, slow fucking your needy pussy.

Are they showing mercy on you? Have you passed some sort of test?

WHAP! A hand slaps your ass and you cry out. That hurt!

WHAWHAP! Two hands slam into your ass at the same time. You stumble
forward from the force of their hits. Warm fire spreads across your buttocks.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! Three rapid slaps tear into the right side of your
ass. You spin around, trying to avoid the slaps but each one landed.

As you stumble around, the cock inside you keeps thrusting. It follows you
and keeps pumping. If it wasn’t for the cock, you might step out of the
pentagram.

A hand grabs your breast. It squeezes and you wince.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! A hand tears into the left side of your
ass. You try to turn again but the hand on your breast holds on. It keeps you
in place as your ass gets slapped.

You are grateful to the hand. It gives you something to focus on as your ass
is torn into.
The cock inside you pumps faster. Your knees shake and bend. The unseen
dick stays inside you as it increases in pace.

WHAP! That doesn’t spare your ass. Unseen hands slap your ass hard.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! The slaps come fast
and hard. It is too fast for one person. It feels like all the ghosts are taking a
turn with your ass while one lucky ghost keeps fucking you.

Another hand grabs your other breast. They squeeze painfully tight as lips
suck each nipple. Nimble tongues flick over your nipples and new pleasure
fills your body.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! Your ass

burns. Dozens of slaps assault your bottom. The fire grows and you wonder
if you will ever sit down again.

The cock slams up inside you and you are lifted from your feet. You cry out
from the sudden force and then moan as the fucking gets faster. It is
pounding your pussy at speeds you didn’t think possible. Well, perhaps not
possible for a living cock.

The spanking stops. It doesn’t matter. Your bottom burns. Every thrust
inside your pussy seems to agitate your tender ass. You shift from foot to
foot, trying in vain to get comfortable as the fucking continues.

You are close. Your orgasm grows inside you. You reach down and stroke
your sex as the wonderful cock slams up inside you.

The mouths return and this time they are gentle. Lips kiss down your back.
Soft mouths press against your neck. A mouth kisses your lips and it is as
gentle as a familiar lover.

You come. On shaking knees, you stand inside the pentagram and climax.
Pleasures sweeps through you and your eyes clench shut. You let out a
scream that fills the room.
The cock pulses inside of you. Cold fills your pussy. It is like ice is shooting
up inside you. It fills your pussy and drips down your legs.

You shiver and cry out. The cock withdraws from your sex and the cold
vanishes. You fall to one knee and press your hand to your pussy. It is warm
to the touch. The memory of cold fades away.

Another cock presses against your sex. It is starting again. That was just one
cock out of who knows how many.

Maybe it is time to leave the pentagram. Or maybe you are just getting
started.
Are you ready to go?

No, I want more.

Yes, one ghost fuck, spanking and biting session is enough.

Shit yes, I am out of here!

You hop out of the pentagram. There will be none of that. You have read
enough pornography to know what happens next. It starts with hair-pulling
and pinching but before you know it, there are spankings, anal and rough
sex. These ghosts didn’t even give you a safeword!

It is time to get out of here. You grab your robe and put it back on. The
fabric hugs tightly to your body and you almost think someone is copping a
feel on your breast. Maybe the ghosts have followed you outside the
pentagram?

That is not a pleasant thought. You walk back to the white door. The pages
stuck to the walls flutter but there is no breeze in the room. Maybe the
ghosts don’t want you to leave.

Tough shit. You grab the door knob and it turns. It is unlocked which
surprises you. This felt like the kind of house that locks you in once you go
somewhere.

You go back into the hallway. The Astral door closes behind you and you
wish there was a way to lock it. The Mobius door is opposite you but fuck
that. If it is close to the Astral door, it is probably just as fucked up as
whatever is in that pentagram.

No, you need to go far from here but where? There are more doors down
this hallway and the hall continues around the corner. This door was a bust
but maybe there is something more interesting further down.

There are always the stairs back down. You could return to the foyer and
wait for the butler. She doesn’t have to know what you have been up to.
Now that you have been groped by ghosts, what do you want to do
now?

Keep exploring down the hallway.

Go down the stairs and back into the foyer.

No, I want more.

Leave now? Fuck that. Let’s see what these horny ghosts want next!

You stand back up. The cock pushes inside you. It is thinner than the other
one but still nice. That’s good. You are more tender now and could use
something smaller.

Something grabs your thighs and pulls backwards. You fall forward as your
legs are lifted into the air. Your hands fall flat on the floor inside the
pentagram as something powerful holds your legs up at an angle.

The cock slams down inside you. There is no slow beginning for this dick.
He is pounding you from the start.

You cry out as you take it. This is unexpected. Who knew the ghosts could
be this strong?

Hungry mouths kiss your ass. Your tender cheeks are still burning from the
spanking but the kisses are cold. Each kiss is like ice on your abused ass.

Less friendly mouths are on your breasts. Teeth bite down on your hanging
flesh. They seem to be avoiding your nipples this time as the rest of your
tits are subjected to never ending bites.

Something presses against your lips. A familiar sensation passes through

your lips and fills your mouth. It is an invisible cock! It pushes up into your
mouth and hits the back of your throat.

You try to lick the unseen cock. It is tastes odd, like nothing you have ever
tasted before. It reminds you of spider webs or summer dew.

The cock inside your pussy is still fucking you with incredible speeds. It is
a desperate motion and you wonder once more how long it has been since
the ghosts inside the pentagram has last had pussy. Maybe the better
question is how much longer will it be before someone else steps inside the
pentagram?

That is assuming they are ghosts. You don’t know for sure. Maybe they are
spirits or demons. They could be something strange and unknown that you
can’t even imagine.

Whatever they are, they have mouths and love to kiss. They have teeth and
love to bite. They have fingers that love to stroke and pinch. Best of all,
they have cocks that love to fuck pussies and mouths.

The cock inside your mouth begins to thrust. It slides in and out of your
tight lips. When it pushes up inside you, it hits the back of your throat. You
expect to choke but the ghostly cock fills your mouth and yet lets you
breathe easily.

The cock in your pussy pounds your sex furiously. Fingers tighten around
your thighs as it holds you in your precarious position. Ghostly balls bounce
against your pelvis as it rams you.

You are going to come again. You scream your orgasm with a ghost cock in
your mouth. You clench around a phantom cock that has no signs of
slowing down.

As pleasure radiates through your body, the mouths keep kissing and biting.
Your tits are mauled by invisible teeth. Your back is covered by dozens of
kissing mouths. Ten different mouths suck on ten different toes.

The cock in your mouth pulses and moments later, icy cold liquid fills your
mouth. Now you do choke as ghost seed freezes your throat. Your lips turn
numb and a sudden headache grabs you in response to the cold.

The cock vanishes and so does the cold. Your lips are warm again and your
throat no longer feels like it is drowning in ice. Even the headache is gone
as suddenly as it came.
“Fuck, shit,” you groan. Your hands are still flat on the floor as your arms
begin to ache. How much longer is the ghost going to fuck you like this?
They might not have the limitations of flesh but you certainly do.

The cock inside your pussy comes. The familiar rush of cold fills your
pussy. You cry out as you shiver. Mercifully, the cock pulls out and the cold
vanishes.

You wonder if he is going to drop your legs as well but you begin to float
upwards instead. Your body is spun around so now your ass is pointed to
the floor. Something grabs your thighs and pulls them apart. Your knees
bend as you are lowered onto another cock.

It slips easily inside you. This one is short but so very thick. It is a plug
inside your wet sex.

You bounce up and down, held in the air by unseen forces. The cock
doesn’t move as much as you are moved up and down on top of it. You
reach out with your hands for something to hold onto but there is nothing
there.

The mouths move over your body. Something bites your ass. Someone else
nibbles on your ear. Something manages to suck almost all your left breast
into a large mouth. Someone plants kisses all over your scalp.

Your right hand is pulled to the side. A familiar shape presses into your
palm. You close your fingers around a phantom cock. It pulses in your hand
and you stroke it.

The same happens to your left hand. You tighten your grip and stroke both
ghost cocks. They are cold but they pulse with urgent need.

WHAP! Something slaps your ass. It is a light tap but your butt is still
tender from earlier. You cry out in pain but you don’t let go of the two
phantom cocks that you are stroking.
Your body rises and falls on the short thick cock. You crave more length but
at the same time, you enjoy the immense thickness. It gives your tired pussy
a subtle change of pace.

WHAP! Another slap stings your ass. This time when you cry out, a cock
shoves into your lips. You gasp as it pushes deep into your mouth and down
your throat. Good grief, so many of these ghosts are hung like porn stars!

The bouncing continues. Your body floats in the air as the short cock fucks
you. The long cock in your mouth fucks your face. You hold onto the cocks
in your hands as they pulse and throb.

The mouths make sure that you don’t forget them. They bite and kiss you
all over your body. A tongue licks your pussy lips as you are fucked with
the short cock. Teeth bite down on your spanked ass. Something is licking
your belly button.

Something presses against your asshole. It is slender and very persistent. It

pushes, pushes, pushes, pushes against your tight ring. Your asshole slowly
expands to take it and then the tip of the cock slides in. Your ass is filled
with ghost dick.

It is too much. Every part of your body is fucking or being touched.

Sensory information overloads you. Your body floats in the air but your
mind is floating on sexual bliss.

Something cold splashes onto your tits. You cry out as the freezing cold
soaks onto your breasts. Did a ghost just jack off onto you? Is that a thing?

The cold vanishes but then there is another cold splash on your face. You
try to flinch but the cock fucking your mouth won’t let you turn your head.
The cold ghost seed slides down your cheeks before vanishing altogether.

You focus on the cocks inside you. You feel the short cock fucking your
pussy. You clench around the slender cock fucking your ass. You suck on
the long cock in your mouth. You pull on the ghost cocks in each hand.
The cock in your hands climax. Cold seed sprays onto your body. You keep
jerking as the cold runs down your hands.

There is a spasm in your mouth and then cold seed washes down your
throat. You are ready for it this time but it still doesn’t prepare you for how
cold it is.

The dick in your ass pulses and ghost seed fills your ass. It is
overwhelming. Your most vulnerable area is filled with the icy seed of the
ghost.

Finally, the cock in your pussy climaxes. Despite the freezing cold filling
your sex, you climax as well. The two of you come together as the freezing
seed fills your pussy.

The cock recedes but this time you still feel the sticky seed. You groan as it
warms up on your body and inside it. In a few seconds, the ghost seed is as
hot and warm as real seed.

It is a welcome change. You swallow hot seed. Warm seed slides down your
hands. Hot come fills your ass and pussy.

You moan as the heat washes over you and inside you. This feels nice. It
also feels terribly sticky.

The force holding you up lets go. Instead of falling to the floor, you slowly
float down. Your feet go down to the floor and through it.

What? You look down and your feet are under the floor. You pull your leg
up and your foot emerges. As you watch, your entire body floats upwards
from the ground.

“No, no, no,” you say. You take a step outside of the pentagram. There is a
weird feeling like passing through a wall of gelatin. You are outside the
pentagram now but you are still floating.
The room looks different. It is darker. The oil lamp is barely a flicker. The
walls seem to pulse.

You hear laughter, lots of it.

“Who’s there?” you call out. Your voice sounds quiet and almost a whisper.

“We are,” voices answer back.

Shapes emerge out of the darkness. They are men and women but their
bodies seem insubstantial and you can see through them. They are all
naked.

“Who are you?” you ask.

“The better question is, who are you?” a man says.

“Who am I?” you ask.

“Dead, like us,” they answer.

It is an old joke but they all laugh at it. You however, are not laughing.
What they are saying is true, even though you don’t understand the how or
why.

You have a lot to learn and an eternity to learn it.

The haunting end.

Yes, one ghost fuck, spanking and biting session is enough.

You place your foot outside of the pentagram. Phantom hands clutch at your
body. Fingers wrap around your ankles. Teeth bite down on your breasts.
The ghosts pull and try to drag you back in.

It isn’t enough. You pull and step out. The ghostly hands and teeth vanish.
You are free once more.

You take a moment to make sure. Your body is sensitive and you swear that
you can almost feel their presence on you. Have you truly escaped them? It
is hard to tell.

There is a clicking sound. A crack forms on one of the walls. A door hidden
by sketches swings open.

You walk over to the doorway. It leads into a dark passage, with light
coming from cracks in the walls. The passage is quite narrow and it is hard
to see where it ends or if it branches off.

This is no normal hallway. This must be a secret passage between the walls
of the house. But why did it open now?

It must have been the ghosts. They can’t grope you outside of the
pentagram but maybe they can move other things.

“Do you want me to go in here?” you ask.

There is no answer.

There is a small breeze and a smell comes from the passage. It is a musty
smell but also very male. It is the smell that lingers after sex. Judging from
the intensity of the smell, lots and lots of sex.

You are not sure what to do. As you think about it, you go pick up your robe
from the floor. You put it back on and the strange fabric clings to your body
worse than the ghosts did.

On the one hand, you could just go back the way you came and keep
exploring the upstairs. You found a room with ghost cocks and mouths.
What other strangeness can you discover tonight?

On the other hand, you have this secret passage with the strong odor. It
doesn’t get more secret than exploring a secret passage but who knows what
might lurk in the dark?
Which door shall you take?

I go through the secret passage.

I go back the way I came.

I go through the secret passage.

It is hard to resist a secret. You are not crazy about the smell but the
darkness appeals to you. What happens between the walls of a haunted
house?

You walk into the passage. It is quite dark and you keep your hands on the
walls to help guide you. There is some light but only from cracks in the
masonry.

After a few steps, the door closes behind you. It doesn’t surprise you. Secret
passages must stay secret after all.

Sound comes from the other side of the walls. You hear a woman crying out
in pain or orgasm. Further down, you hear a paddle being smacked into
something firm and hard. A few more steps down and you hear the steady
rhythm of something hard plunging in and out of something wet.

The robe sticks to your body as you explore. The fabric sticks to your
breasts and in the darkness, it is easy to mistake the robe for the hands of
the ghosts. Sometimes the material wraps around a thigh and you swear that
you are being caressed. In the tightness of the secret corridor, the robe
seems to find new ways to grope you.

The corridor branches to the left and right. Both are equally dark. You go
left.

You step on something. It feels soft and damp. You reach down and pick it
up. It feels lacy.

There is a sliver of light coming from a crack in the wall. You bring your
discovery to the light. It appears to be a pair of blue panties. It is torn in
several places. No, not torn. It looks like it has been bitten.

Oh my. How did it get here? Do people fuck behind these walls?
You drop the panties and keep going. A thumping sound comes from a
nearby wall. You lean closer and try to discern the sound.

It is a headboard slamming into the wall. Arousal rises within you as you
listen. There are no moans that you can hear but you can only imagine how
hard the fucking is.

You keep walking. The corridor branches again. There is some light to the
right. You go into that direction.

The light comes from a hole in the wall. The hole is at crotch level and is
large enough for a cock to slide through. You wonder if the cock is meant to
slide into the secret passage or slide out?
The light reveals something on the wall. There is red writing. It looks like
lipstick. It is hard to read and you have to stand at a certain angle to see it
all.

“The popcorn is a trap.”

Well, that is weird. How can popcorn be a trap?

There is a growling sound. A shiver runs through you as the hairs on your
neck stand up. What was that?

Could it be coming from the other side of the hole? You don’t want to find
out. You hurry down along the dark corridor.

The growling sound gets louder. It is much closer.

Shit, shit, shit! You go faster. Is there a way out of here? There has to be!

The growling turns into a snarl. It sounds like it is right behind you!

You run. It sounds big. You don’t look back. You just run forward as fast as
you can.
The thing chases you. You hear the clacking of claws on the ground. It
breathes hard. The musky smell intensifies.

You run as fast as you can and smack into a wall. The air is knocked out of
you as you flatten yourself against the unseen wall. A crack forms and the
wall suddenly pivots. You are thrown into a room and land on the floor.

The wall closes behind you. You scramble to your feet and go to the door.
There is no lock but if the thing that was chasing you tries to come through,
you plan to try to hold the door closed.

There is a growling sound from the other side of the wall. You hear a snort
and then nothing. Did it walk away?

You catch your breath. Those fucking ghosts set you up! They had to know
what lurks in that passage! Assholes!

Wait, where are you now? You turn around and look at the room for the first
time.

Lengths of rope hang from the ceiling like vines in a jungle. There is an
astonishing amount of rope. They vary in color and texture. Is this where
the kinky inhabitants of the house store their rope?

There are a few lamps hanging among the rope lengths. The rope casts
strange shadows across the large room. As you walk among them, the rope
swings and sets other lengths to swinging. It fills the room with movement
and you keep catching things out of the corner of your eye.

You look around for a door. It is hard to tell with all this damned rope. You
keep walking and looking.

“Who are you?” a woman’s voice asks.

You stop in your tracks. Who said that? You look around but you don’t see
anyone. Is it another ghost?
“Look up,” the woman’s voice says.

There she is! A woman with long blonde hair is suspended facedown from
the ceiling. Rope is tied around her arms and legs. Rope snakes around her
ample pale breasts and separates them. Another length of rope goes
between her legs and is tight against the lips of her pussy.

“Oh, hello,” you say.

There is a winding sound and the ropes holding the woman extend from the
ceiling. The woman is lowered to a few feet above you. Multiple rope
marks cover her body. How did she do that? Her hands are empty so she
isn’t holding a controller. Is someone watching?

“This is my room,” the woman says. “Who said you could come into
Lorelei’s room?”

“Uh, I’m sorry for bothering you,” you say. “I came through a secret
passage. I was in the Astral room.”

“Oh,” Lorelei says. The ropes extend and she is lowered until she is eye-
level with you. She has piercing gray eyes. “This is my room. The butler
said I would be left alone but she keeps sending people to me. Now you are
telling me the spirits of the Astral room are going to bother me too?”

“I’m really sorry,” you say again. “They led me to the secret passage but
someone was in there. They chased me and I ran into here by accident. I’m
sure the spirits didn’t mean for me to bother you.”

“They might have,” Lorelei says sadly. “They don’t respect my quiet.”

“That is too bad,” you say softly. “If you will just show me to the door, I
will go out and tell other people to leave you alone.”

Lorelei stares at you with her grey eyes. You are not sure if she heard you.
Should you repeat your offer or just stand there quietly?
She blinks and looks you up and down. “You have a nice body. Take off
that robe.”

“Excuse me,” you say.

“Take off your robe,” Lorelei says. “It is covering your body.”

“That is what it is supposed to do,” you say nervously. Is this tied-up lady
hitting on you?

Lorelei looks at you expectantly. She doesn’t seem to be in a hurry to guide

you out. Maybe she doesn’t know the way. She is tied up after all.

You wonder again who lowered her down to talk to you. Maybe you should
try talking to them?

“Take off your robe,” Lorelei says again. Yeah, she is not letting this go.
Do you take off your robe for the bound woman?

I strip. It is not like she can do anything tied up as she is.

No, I keep my clothes on in the rope room.

I go back the way I came.

“No thank you,” you say out loud in case the ghosts are listening. Those
guys played rough with you in the pentagram and they didn’t want to let
you go. It is highly likely that this secret door with the stinky passage might
just be more of the same.

You go back to the door you came through. The doorknob turns and that
surprises you. You wouldn’t put it past these ghosts to lock you in. Before
they have time to think of it, you quickly go through the door and go back
into the hallway.

The Mobius door is in front of you. The scratched names on the door still
bother you. Now that you have seen the ghosts, you know that whomever
left those scratches might be dead or alive.

You decide to keep going further down the red hallway. There is a door to
your right with an interesting name, ‘Lord Brisbane’. That’s interesting.
You wonder if it is a real lord or the kind of lord that kinky people like to
call themselves. Either way, you try the door.

It is locked. That is disappointing.

The next door has the nameplate of Lady Morley. It is also locked.

You sigh. As soon you think about doors being locked, then you start
coming across locked doors. Do the ghosts of the house read minds?

The robe continues to distract you as you walk. The soft fabric shifts on
your shoulders and you swear that it feels like someone is breathing on your
neck. The robe sticks to your sex and the material clings to the lips of your
pussy. Some of the material wraps around your leg and it feels like someone
is kissing the back of your knee.

The next door reads ‘Perezes’. It is locked.

The next door says ‘Nightmare’. The doorknob is missing. A metal plate is
screwed over the hole. Six deadbolts lock the door on this side. You leave
that one alone.

The hallway turns a corner. It is tempting to give up and just go downstairs.

You keep going. Maybe you’ll find a phone.

There is a strange smell in the hall. It is fruity but also a little musky. At
least it is not as potent as what you smelled in that secret passage. You take
a moment to sniff the air and try to identify what is it.

Could it be from that table with the flower vase? Purple flowers sit in the
vase and they aren’t like any that you have seen before. What are they?

And why are you so wet suddenly? You must be getting turned on from
sneaking around upstairs. Who knew you got off on being where you
shouldn’t be?

You walk over to the table to get a better look at the flowers. There is a dip
in the floor and you nearly trip. Luckily you steady yourself before falling
into the table.

What did you trip on? You look at the floor but it seems smooth and level.
Are you just getting tired?

“Come,” a voice says from down the hall.

“Hello?” you ask. “Is anyone there?”

There is no answer. You forget about the flowers and go down the new
hallway.

A strange painting hangs from the wall. It shows a man wrapped in bands of
something brown. The material looks coarse like leather. The man’s eyes
are exposed as well as his very erect pale cock. Some of the leather bands
have ends that hang loosely on his body. It looks like fetish wear but it
doesn’t look comfortable to wear at all.
A nameplate says, “Leather Mummy 1973-“

Weird. He certainly looks like a leather mummy. It is amazing that someone

would do such a vivid painting to convey a fetish pun.

“Come,” the voice says again. It is coming from an open door next to the
painting.

You peek in. It is a bright room with plenty of lamps. That is a positive
change from the dark Astral room. Instead of pages with sketches, this room
is filled with masks of all shapes and kinds. You are not sure if that part is
an improvement or not.

There doesn’t seem to be anyone in the room. You walk and check behind
the door. Nope, no one there either. Weird. Could it be more ghosts?

Wait, the ghosts in the pentagram never spoke. You don’t think ghosts have
voices.

Oh well. Since you are here, you look around. There is an amazing range of
masks. There is a gas mask, a few cheap Halloween masks, a simple cloth
sack with eye holes, a few plaster masks of faces, a furry wolf mask, a
small black domino mask and even a life-like latex mask of a young man.

The door slams shut. You jump and spin around. A naked man stands in
front of the door. His cock is hard and pointing towards you. Of course, he
is wearing a purple mask of a simple male face.

“Who are you?” you ask. “Did you call me in here?”

“I did,” the man says. “You have no mask.”

“Uh, right,” you say.

The man picks up a mask. It is white and shaped like a cat’s face. He turns
around and picks up another mask. This one is made of black leather and
only has a hole for a mouth.

“Nice masks you have here,” you say as you try to make conversation.

The man walks over to you. He holds the two masks in his hands.
“Choose.”

“Not really my style,” you say. “Cat masks are more of a 90’s thing and I’m
not into wearing leather hoods. It doesn’t even have holes for eyes.”

The man stares at you. You can’t read his expression because of the purple
mask but his blue eyes are intense.

“Choose,” he says, still thrusting the two masks out to you.

“No thank you,” you say. You step around him and head for the door.

He appears in front of you. “Fuck, shit!” you yell as you jump back. He
appeared out of nowhere!

“Choose!” he says.

Shit, you better pick one.

Choose!

I pick the cat mask.

I pick the fetish mask.

Keep exploring down the hallway.

You decide not to go downstairs just yet. The pentagram was interesting and
you want to see what other strangeness lurks in this house.

Past the Astral and Mobius door, there is another door to the right. The
nameplate says, ‘Lord Brisbane’. That sounds interesting.

It is locked.

The next door has the nameplate of Lady Morley. It is also locked.

You sigh. This is an ugly development. How are you supposed to explore if
all the doors are locked?

The robe continues to distract you as you walk. The soft fabric shifts on
your shoulders and you swear that it feels like someone is breathing on your
neck. The robe sticks to your sex and the material clings to the lips of your
pussy. Some of the material wraps around your leg and it feels like someone
is kissing the back of your knee.

The next door reads ‘Perezes’. It is locked.

The next door says ‘Nightmare’. The doorknob is missing. A metal plate is
screwed over the hole. Six deadbolts lock the door on this side. You will
leave that one alone.

The hallway turns a corner. It is tempting to give up and just go downstairs.

You keep going. Maybe you’ll find a phone.

There is a strange smell in the hall. It is fruity but also a little musky. You
take a moment to sniff the air and try to identify what is it.

Could it be from that table with the flower vase? Purple flowers sit in the
vase and they aren’t like any that you have seen before. What are they?
And why are you so wet suddenly? You must be getting turned on from
sneaking around upstairs. Who knew you got off on being where you
shouldn’t be?

You walk over to the table to get a better look at the flowers. There is a dip
in the floor and you nearly trip. Luckily you steady yourself before falling
into the table.

What did you trip on? You look at the floor but it seems smooth and level.
Are you just getting tired?

“Come,” a voice says from down the hall.

“Hello?” you ask. “Is anyone there?”

There is no answer. You forget about the flowers and go down the new
hallway.

A strange painting hangs from the wall. It shows a man wrapped in bands of
something brown. The material looks coarse like leather. The man’s eyes
are exposed as well as his very erect pale cock. Some of the leather bands
have ends that hang loosely on his body. It looks like fetish wear but it
doesn’t look comfortable to wear at all.

A nameplate says, “Leather Mummy 1973-“

Weird. He certainly looks like a leather mummy. It is amazing that someone

would do such a vivid painting to convey a fetish pun.

“Come,” the voice says again. It is coming from an open door next to the
painting.

You peek in. It is a bright room with plenty of lamps. That is a pleasant
change from the dark Astral room. Instead of pages with sketches, this room
is filled with masks of all shapes and kinds. You are not sure if that part is
an improvement or not.
There doesn’t seem to be anyone in the room. You walk and check behind
the door. Nope, no one there either. Weird. Could it be more ghosts?

Wait, Cynthia never spoke. You don’t think ghosts have voices.

Oh well, since you are here, you look around. There is an amazing range of
masks. There is a gas mask, a few cheap Halloween masks, a simple cloth
sack with eye holes, a few plaster masks of faces, a furry wolf mask, a
small black domino mask and even a life-like latex mask of a young man.

The door slams shut. You jump and spin around. A naked man stands in
front of the door. His cock is hard and pointing towards you. Of course, he
is wearing a purple mask of a simple male face.

“Who are you?” you ask. “Did you call me in here?”

“I did,” the man says. “You have no mask.”

“Uh, right,” you say.

The man picks up a mask. It is white and shaped like a cat’s face. He turns
around and picks up another mask. This one is made of black leather and
only has a hole for a mouth.

“Nice masks you have here,” you say as you try to make conversation.

The man walks over to you. He holds the two masks in his hands.
“Choose.”

“Not really my style,” you say. “Cat masks are more of a 90’s thing and I’m
not into wearing leather hoods. It doesn’t even have holes for eyes.”

The man stares at you. You can’t read his expression because of the purple
mask but his blue eyes are intense.

“Choose,” he says, still thrusting the two masks out to you.

“No thank you,” you say. You step around him and head for the door.

He appears in front of you. “Fuck, shit!” you yell as you jump back. He
appeared out of nowhere!

“Choose!” he says.

Shit, you better pick one.

Choose!

I pick the cat mask.

I pick the fetish mask.

Go down the stairs and back into the foyer.

This place is stranger than you expected. It is time to go back downstairs

and behave like a good guest. As soon as you see a phone, you are grabbing
it and calling for a tow truck.

You head back to the stairs. The robe clings to your body as you start to
descend the stairs. The fabric gets caught between your buttocks and you
have to pull it out as you keep walking.

CLICK!

What was that?

The steps on the stairs slant forward to form a slide. You trip and fall. At the
bottom of the stairs, a hole opens in the floor. You are sliding right for it.

The butler stands beside the hole. She shakes her head. “I told you to stay
downstairs,” she says as you slide past her.

You go into the hole and fall. You fall for quite a distance. There is light at
the bottom and it sparkles. You scream and cover your face.

SPLASH!

Warm water surrounds your body. You are still alive! You fell into a pool of
some kind! There is light up above. You pull off your wet robe and swim
towards the surface.

You break through the water and gasp. Your heart is pounding. Panic grips
you and won’t let go. The last few moments flash through your mind. The
sliding stairs, the mocking butler, the fall and then the water. It is so
unbelievable.

Where are you? Water surrounds you. About twenty feet above you is an
underground roof. Weird fungus grows there and it glows with
bioluminescence. The glow is reflected in the water and it is why you
thought it was sparkling earlier. There is a hole in the ceiling and it must be
where you fell through. There doesn’t seem to be a way to get back up
there.

“Fuck, shit!” you yell as you tread water. You are in an underground lake.
Does this part of the country even have underground lakes? Why the fuck
would a house have a slide that goes right into one?

You turn and look. There might be a shore to your right. It is hard to tell but
you don’t have many options here. You start swimming towards.

Something touches your foot. You jerk your foot back and swim faster.
Great, this lake has fish.

A few minutes later, something touches your breast. That was no fish, it felt
more like an eel!

You swim faster.

Something wraps around your foot and doesn’t let go. You instinctively
kick with your other leg and hit something big and solid.

You turn around. A head emerges from the water. It is bluish-green with
large round eyes. A gaping mouth opens to reveal many sharp teeth. A long
tongue licks its lips. Gills vibrate along the side of its face.

It looks like a fish monster but it is human size. You pull on your leg and
see that a blue tentacle is wrapped around it. More tentacles snake through
the water towards you.

“Fuck off!” you yell as the tentacles wrap around your arms and legs. It
pulls you back towards it and you kick. Once more you hit its solid body
but it doesn’t seem bothered in the least.

You kick it some more. The fish monster grins and shows its teeth. This
fucker must think you are dinner.
Strong tentacles wrap around your waist. Your thighs are pulled apart.
Something large bumps against your ass and then bumps against your sex.

Oh shit, it’s a cock! This fish monster is a fish-man! It is trying to enter

you!

You think fast. Fucking you is better than eating you. Maybe if you go
along with it, you can befriend the monster and find a way out of here.

Then again, now that you know it has a dick, you know where to kick. You
bet Creatures don’t like getting their junk kicked any more than a human
does. This might be your way to escape and get to shore!
What’s your plan?

Kick the Creature from the Underground Lake in the dick.

Fuck the Creature from the Underground Lake.

Yes, she has earned it.

Affection wins out. In your mercy, you have decided to get her off. It
doesn’t mean that you are going to stop hurting her. Oh no, that is too much
fun.

“Would you like to come?” you ask her.

The same distrust in her eyes. She is afraid of you. You relish the fear. She
carefully nods her head.

You slip your fingers inside of her. Cynthia silently gasps as you add one
finger, two fingers and a third. Her eyes roll as you roughly fuck her sex.

Her breasts are jiggling. You almost lean in for a bite before remembering
that only your gloves can touch her. Oh well, at least you can watch.

Cynthia shudders. Powerful pussy muscles clench your fingers. The heat of
her sex is incredible. It is so wet inside her.

It is time to make this interesting. Using your other hand, you grab one of
her pussy lips. Your fingers pinch tightly while you continue to finger fuck
her.

Cynthia’s eyes widen. Pain washes over her face and is followed by
pleasure and then more pain. She winces and moans.

“Can you come like this?” you whisper. “Can you come despite the pain? I
think you can.”

Cynthia doesn’t say anything. Her mouth hangs open in pleasure as her eyes
clench shut in pain.

You thrust deep inside her wet sex. Your other fingers cruelly twist her
pussy lip. The pain must be intense but she keeps clenching around your
fingers.
Cynthia’s hips move. They buck towards your hand. At first you thought
she was trying to avoid your pinching fingers but you realize that you are
wrong. She is humping the fingers inside her.

“Good girl,” you say and you watch Cynthia tremble.

“Oh, you like being called a good girl?” you ask.

Cynthia nods her head with her eyes shut. A flush spreads on her blue
cheeks.

You laugh. “You are humping my fingers like a good girl while I keep
hurting you. That is very good and do you know what happens to good
girls?”

Cynthia shakes her head.

“They get to come,” you say as you thrust faster into her.

Cynthia cries out silently. Her pussy spasms around your fingers. She
shakes and her large breasts wobble back and forth. Her mouth hangs open
as she climaxes on your hand.

You let go of her pussy. Cynthia keeps shuddering as she enjoys the
aftershocks of her climax.

Both of your gloves are soaking wet. You bring them to your lips and give
them a lick. Outside the pentagram, the gloves are dry and taste like rubber.

“That’s annoying,” you say.

Cynthia chuckles silently. She looks at you differently now. She is still
afraid of you but there is worship in her eyes as well. Good, she should
appreciate what you did for her.
You wonder what you should do next. It is too bad that only your hands
could touch her. You wouldn’t mind having her mouth on you. Of course, to
do that you would need to figure out a way to untie her. Do the gloves work
on ghost cuffs?

Cynthia wiggles in her bounds. She is trying to get your attention. She
smiles at you and then tilts her head to the far wall. She repeats the motion
as if trying to get you to look there.

“What is it?” you ask. You walk over to the far wall. There is just a mess of
pages on the walls. Does she want you to look at one in particular?

There is a clicking sound from the metal contraption on the table. Cynthia
flickers and then she is gone. The pentagram is empty once more.

Hmm, you look back at the wall. Are you missing something?

A portion of the wall slides to the side. You jump back and see a dark
corridor. There is a candle flickering at the end of the corridor.

“It’s a secret door!” you say out loud. That’s what she wanted you to see,
but why? Should you go in it? You did get her off; maybe this is her way of
saying thanks.

That’s assuming she was thankful. People are happy for orgasms but who
knows what the motives of horny ghosts are? This could be some sort of a
trap.

You walk back over to the table and look at the contraption. The disc has
moved and Cynthia’s name is gone. Now a needle is pointing at blank
space.

There is no reason to hang around. You peel off the purple gloves from your
hands. They come off just as easily as they went on. You put them back in
the box and close the lid.
Now where? Do you go back into the hallway or do you take the secret
passage?
Where do you want to go?

I’m checking out that secret passage.

I’m sticking to well-lit places like the hallway.

No, she must still suffer.

Cruelty wins out over affection. Her pleasure is a secondary, maybe tertiary
concern to you. This is about you.

“Would you like to come?” you ask her.

The same distrust in her eyes. She is afraid of you. You relish the fear. She
carefully nods her head.

You bring your hand down to your own sex. Cynthia watches as you push
your fingers inside your pussy. She pouts as you slip them deep inside you.

“Oh, this is nice,” you groan. You stroke yourself slowly; making sure she
sees every movement of your fingers.

Cynthia looks up at hands that are still tied to the hook. She does a little
jump as she tries to free herself. Next, she tries shaking it back and forth.
She is doing everything she can to get free so she can touch yourself.

You reach out with your free hand. You stick your fingers into Cynthia’s
mouth and force her to look at you. You keep your hand in her mouth.

“Look at me,” you say. “Don’t fucking take your eyes off me again.”

Cynthia nods her head. She closes her lips around your fingers and sucks.
Her nimble tongue lavishes you with licks.

“Trying to get on my good side?” you say. “I don’t have one.” You pull
your fingers from her mouth and grab her bottom lip instead. Cynthia’s eyes
bulge as you twist her lip.

You go back to stroking your pussy. Your sex is dripping. You can’t
remember the last time that you were this turned on.
Cynthia winces and you can only imagine that she is moaning pitifully. You
can see it in her face. She does what she is told though and keeps staring at
your pussy.

Good. You stroke faster. Your knees shake but you keep going. It would be
nice to sit down but fuck it. If you were sitting, then you wouldn’t be able to
twist poor Cynthia’s lip.

Cynthia licks your fingers. Damn, she isn’t giving up. As you pinch her lip,
she tries to lick your fingers and win you over.

That turns you on more. She is debasing herself for your touch. You are
hurting her but she is still trying to please you. Fuck, that is hot.

You come fast and you come hard. Your orgasm hits you like a tidal wave.
Pleasure explodes through your body and you moan in Cynthia’s face.

She looks hopeful when you pull your wet fingers out of your sex. Her eyes
light up when you release her bottom lip. She almost dances as you bring
your pussy-soaked fingers to her crotch.

You wipe your slick fingers just outside her pussy lips; taking care that she
gets no stimulation at all.

Cynthia pouts and you laugh again.

You wonder what you should do next. It is too bad that only your hands
could touch her. You wouldn’t mind having her mouth on you. Of course, to
do that you would need to figure out a way to untie her. Do the gloves work
on ghost cuffs?

Cynthia wiggles in her bounds. She is trying to get your attention. She tilts
her head to the far wall. She repeats the motion as if trying to get you to
look there.

“What is it?” you ask. You walk over to the far wall. There is just a mess of
pages on the walls. Does she want you to look at one in particular?
There is a clicking sound from the metal contraption on the table. Cynthia
flickers and then she is gone. The pentagram is empty once more.

Hmm, you look back at the wall. Are you missing something?

A portion of the wall slides to the side. You jump back and see a dark
corridor. There is a candle flickering at the end of the corridor.

“It’s a secret door!” you say out loud. That’s what she wanted you to see,
but why? Should you go in it? You did get her off; maybe this is her way of
saying thanks.

That’s assuming she was thankful. People are happy for orgasms but who
knows what the motives of horny ghosts are? This could be some sort of a
trap.

You walk back over to the table and look at the contraption. The disc has
moved and Cynthia’s name is gone. Now a needle is pointing at blank
space.

There is no reason to hang around. You peel off the purple gloves from your
hands. They come off just as easily as they went on. You put them back in
the box and close the lid.

Now where? Do you go back into the hallway or do you take the secret
passage?
Where do you want to go?

I’m checking out that secret passage.

I’m sticking to well-lit places like the hallway.

I’m checking out that secret passage.

You go to the wall and step into the corridor. There is a single lamp at the
end of the hall. It is dark and you can barely make out the walls. You take a
few steps and the wall closes behind you.

That’s normal, right? You are not sure. It is not like you have been down
many secret passages.

You keep walking. The darkness surrounds you with the light of the lamp
ahead your only guide.

The robe shifts and slides along your skin. The odd fabric creates faux
sensations. It feels like someone is breathing on your nipples. The robe
wraps around your legs and feels like a lover’s thighs are brushing yours.

It is quiet here. You feel isolated and alone. It gives you time to think.

You think about Cynthia. It was good to hurt her. It felt wonderful to grant
her an orgasm. You have dabbled in power games before but this was
different. Maybe it was the fact that she was a stranger, or maybe it was the
fact that you held total control over her. Shit, maybe it was the fact that she
was a fucking ghost. There are plenty of reasons why it felt so good.

Whatever the reason, you enjoyed having power over her. You feel
exhilarated. You didn’t come yourself but it almost doesn’t matter.
Dominating her was almost as good as sex. You feel so good that you can’t
describe it. It has been a shitty night with a broken car and a run through the
rain to a stranger’s house but right now, you are feeling on top of the world.
You want to keep this feeling going.

You reach the end of the corridor where the lamp is hanging. The corridor
turns to the left but there is something under the lamp. It looks to be a pile
of men’s underwear.
What is this doing here? The underwear doesn’t look clean. Is this some
sort of laundry pile? Why would they have it in a secret passage?

It is not your concern. You look around the corridor and see another lamp. It
sits beside a door.

You walk to the door and find a knob. It turns easily and leads into a
brightly lit hallway. You go through it.

The walls are black wood. A plush brown carpet lines the floor. There is a
painting of a couple but your attention is pulled to something stranger. One
wall of the hallway has human heads mounted at crotch level!

“Fuck, shit!” you swear. Did these heads belong to real people? Are you in
some sort of a murder house?

When you curse, the heads turn towards you. You jump and then let out a
sigh of relief. They are alive! Oh sheesh, this isn’t a crime scene. It is some
sort of a bondage thing.

You walk over to the first head. It is a white woman with short pink hair.
She looks up at you and opens her mouth. A pierced tongue flicks at you.

“Hello,” you say. The pink-haired woman keeps flicking her tongue at you.

“Uh, can you speak?” you ask.

The pink-haired woman makes exaggerated licking motions with her

tongue.

Great, another woman who can’t speak. You look at her neck. There is a
hole in the wall that has a seam. Her body must be on the other side. How
strange!

There are five heads and a hole for a sixth. A wooden covering blocks the
empty hole so you can’t see what is on the other side. Two of the heads are
women while the other three are men. All of them open their mouths and
make licking motions with their tongues.

Now that you are sure that the heads belong to living people, you relax and
look around. The opposite wall has a padded bench. The hall itself
continues to the left and right, going around different corners. There are no
windows but you can hear the rain outside.

You look up at the painting. It is of a man and a woman. They look similar
enough to be twins. Both are slender with brown skin. They each have short
black hair. Their eyes look identical, right down to the long lashes. Each are
dressed in white house robes. The only real difference is the woman has a
large bust while the man has a broad chest.

The name plate says, “Maria and Matias Perez.” Weird, are they married or
siblings? You can’t tell. They are holding hands and that doesn’t tell you
anything.

You look down at the heads. One of the heads, a tanned man with short
brown hair is smiling at you. He opens his mouth and the longest tongue
you have ever seen sticks out. His tongue goes back into his mouth and he
smiles at you.

A shiver runs through you. After feeling up the ghost girl, a good tongue
would feel nice right about now. But how would you do it? Would you have
to stand up against a head? That might work for men sliding their dicks into
mouths but not so much for women.

You glance over at the padded bench. Of course, that is why it is there. It is
low enough that if you sat on it, a head could lap away at your sex without
having to move. God, you hope they clean that bench regularly.

The heads smile at you as you study the bench. They are excited. All of
them are cute but it is the pink-haired girl and the tanned man that has your
interest. It is just a matter of choosing between a pierced tongue or a super
long one.
Wait, what are you thinking? This isn’t like you. You don’t normally plan to
face-fuck trapped heads in strange hallways.

It’s this house. There is something about it. Or maybe it just you. You did
torment a girl and get her off after all.

You look down the hall. What should you do? Should you take a moment to
use a very eager mouth? Or do you want to keep exploring?
Where will you move the bench?

Over to the pink-haired woman with the pierced tongue.

Over to the tanned man with the long tongue.

Nowhere. I’m going to restrain myself and keep walking down the hallway.
I tease the man and make him beg to climax.

It is too good of an opportunity to pass up. He is a helpless stranger and no

one will ever know it was you. How can you not do this?

Still, you can take some precautions. You look around and find a chair. It is
heavy which suits your purposes. You drag it over to the door that the
Hispanic woman went through. You prop the chair under the knob so if she
comes back, she won’t get in easily. That should give you time to grab your
clothes and run back outside.

The man listens to your efforts. He looks confused. The unfortunate man
has no idea what is happening.

You walk over to him and grab his cock. He is surprised by your touch but
he relaxes as your fingers squeeze around him. Well, his body relaxes. His
cock is throbbing wildly in your hand.

Damn, he is impressive. His cock is warm and heavy in your hand. Every
time he throbs, it almost leaps from your grip.

You give him a tug. He moans behind his lemon gag.

Lightning flashes outside. Thunder rolls and the rain beats against the
house. It reminds you of how damp your clothes are and how dry his cock
is.

You release his cock and spit into your hand. He shudders from the spitting
sound. When you wrap your spit-covered fingers around him, he quivers in
your hand.

“Feels good?” you ask.

He doesn’t answer at first. The blindfold hides his eyes but you see enough
of his face to know he is confused by your voice. You are not what he was
expecting.
Your fingers tighten around him. He winces and pitiful sounds come from
his lemon gag. The muscles on his naked body tense.

“I asked you if it felt good,” you repeat.

The bound man nods his head frantically.

“Good,” you say and you loosen your grip. You go back to stroking his
cock and he relaxes again.

A thrill of desire runs through you. Your sex is soaking wet. You can feel a
flush coming to your cheeks. Having this helpless man at your mercy is
turning you on like you can’t believe.

“Want me to suck your cock?” you ask the man.

He nods his head. Lightning flashes and you wait for the thunder to pass
before answering.

“Say please,” you say.

“Mmmm!” he says through the lemon gag.

“What was that?” you say.

“MMMM!” he says more passionately but the lemon mutes his words.

“Okay, I guess you don’t want me to wrap my lips around your cock,” you
say. You jerk his cock faster.

The man makes an odd whimpering sound. He is disappointed that you are
not sucking him but also enjoying the stroking too much to protest
effectively.

That doesn’t mean you still can’t tease him. You drop down to your knees.
Pointing the tip of his dick at your mouth, you keep jerking him as you give
him a single lick.

The man jumps. His cock throbs. The muscles on his legs bulge as he
tenses.

You give him another lick, a little slower this time. Lighting flashes again
and is followed by the thunder.

The man moans louder. His hips buck towards you.

“Calm down,” you say. “I’m going to lick your head and you can come if
you finish before I stop licking. How many licks should I do?”

The man says something but the lemon gag makes it indecipherable.

A random number leaps in your head. “Six licks. You have six licks to
come.”

The man deflates, which is impressive for someone who is standing with
their hands above their head. He obviously doesn’t think it is enough to
climax. Too bad.

“One,” you say out loud. You give his head a long loving lick.

The man shudders. His cock pulses.

“Two,” you say and you rub your tongue side to side on his tip.

The man whimpers. His hips thrust forward. You laugh and stay out of
reach of his cock.

“Three,” you say. This time you start at the base of his cock and take one
long lick to his tip. Sure, you said that you were only going to lick the tip
but you are free to change your mind. It is not like he is going to complain.

The man clenches his thighs together. You watch the muscles surge. If he
fucked you, he would be a beast.
“Four,” you say and this time swirl your tongue around the head of his
cock.

The man shakes. Is he going to climax? No, not yet.

“Five,” you say. You take a long lick of his tip like he was a lollipop.

The man whimpers. He is breathing harder. Could he possibly be ready to

come?

“Six,” you say and you give his cock a rapid flick of your tongue and no
more.

“Mmmm!” the man says. You let go of his cock and his hips pump the air.
He rises to the tips of his toes.

“Aw, were you close?” you ask.

The man whimpers but you don’t care for his answer. You know how close
you are. You slip your hand into your pants and touch your wet pussy. Your
panties are soaked. You rub furiously at your sex while you watch him
shudder.

Thunder cracks and it sounds like the storm is right above you. It doesn’t
stop you from stroking. It doesn’t stop his cock from throbbing.

His cock twitches. A stream of seed shoots from his tip. A frustrated groan
comes from his lemon gag.

Holy fuck, he did come! How humiliating for him! His poor cock had to
climax on its own without a touch or tongue to help it.

You stroke faster. The whole situation is intoxicating. This bound handsome
man is at your mercy. You denied him the pleasure of your mouth and there
was nothing he can do about it.
He hears you. He listens as you stroke yourself. His cock releases another
load of seed to splatter on the floor.

You come. Your orgasm hits you hard. Pleasure washes over you and your
knees shake. You keep stroking; enjoying every scintillating moment of
your climax.

When you finally pull your fingers from your sex, they are slick and
dripping wet. You are tempted to take the lemon from his mouth and make
him lick your fingers but no, he hasn’t earned that. You wipe your fingers
on his chest instead. He makes whimpering sounds as he realizes that is the
closest he will get to your pussy.

You should go. You did what you came in here to do. You are not sure what
you are going to do about your car but fuck it. You can just sleep in it
tonight and come up with a plan in the morning.

As you walk over to the door, your stomach growls. Shit, you are really
hungry. It is going to be a long night if you have to sleep in your car on an
empty stomach.

The plates of food beckon to you. They won’t miss it if you grabbed a
snack. Heck, they wouldn’t miss it if you grabbed a meal.

Lightning flashes. Thunder rolls but it isn’t as loud as the growling from
your stomach.
Do you have time to eat?

No. I need to play it safe and ignore the food.

Yes. I still have the door barred in case anything happens.

No. I am pushing my luck as it is. I go back outside and ignore the food.

Your stomach will have to wait. You just fucked a helpless man and you
really don’t want to have to explain that if you get caught. Maybe there is a
candy bar in the glove compartment.

You go to the outside door and turn the knob. It is locked. What? How did
that happen? You examine the knob. It looks simple with no buttons or
levers. How did it lock itself?

Lightning flashes and you jump. You are on edge. Did you get yourself
locked inside a creepy house?

You examine the door. There! There is a dial on the top of the door. What a
weird place to put a lock! You turn the dial and hear the doorknob click.
That did it!

“Oh no you don’t,” a woman’s voice says. Someone grabs your hair from
behind and pulls you back.

“Fuck!” you yell as you are dragged from the door. You try to get loose but
the grip is incredibly powerful. All you can do is partially turn and see who
has you.

It is the Hispanic woman from earlier! She is wearing the same apron that
barely contains her wide hips and large breasts. You expect her to be angry
but she looks more amused than anything else.

“I’m sorry!” you say.

The woman spins you around so that she is between you and the door. She
lets go of your hair and you stumble back. You glance at the other door and
see that the chair is still propped against it. How the fuck did she get in?

“Hey, look at me!” the woman says. She grabs the front of your shirt and
pulls you to her. Fuck, she is strong.
“Sorry!” you say again.

“I am the Cook of this house,” the woman says. “And you came into my
kitchen without being invited and you fucked my servant without asking
and you ate a piece of Whippersnap cheese without permission!”

Shit, that is all true. How does she know this? Was she watching you?

“I’m sorry!” you say because you can’t think of anything else. How do you
admit to fucking someone you don’t know?

The Cook grabs a knife. Your knees go weak. “WAIT!” you yell.

She throws the knife. THUNK! It lands on the wall, perfectly cutting the
bound man’s rope.

The man pulls off his blindfold. His eyes go wide when he sees you. He
spits out the lemon and rushes over to you. He grabs your arms and pins
you tightly against him.

“I didn’t know, Cook!” the man says.

“I know, Phillip,” the Cook says as she goes over to a block of knives.

“I am really sorry!” you yell. “I don’t know what came over me!”

“It was the Whippersnap cheese,” the Cook says. She picks up a long knife.
“You don’t have a tolerance for it and it brought out your impulses. That is
why you fucked Phillip. Of course, breaking into my kitchen and stealing
my food is all on you.”

“You’re going to kill me over some cheese?” you yell.

Phillip and the Cook laugh. “No, idiot,” the Cook says. “If we wanted to
kill you, we would have just let you go back outside.”
The Cook grabs your shirt and places the knife at your collar. With a quick
motion, she slices down and through your shirt. Your bra is exposed and she
grabs that next. Using the knife, she cuts through your bra and pulls it from
your body.

You stop struggling. It doesn’t seem like a good idea to put up a fight with a
knife so close to your skin. You are not crazy about being stripped but at
least you are not being stabbed.

The Cook keeps cutting. She doesn’t bother to undo your pants; she just
cuts through them with the sharp knife. She cuts your pants into long strips
and pulls the cloth from your body.

When your pants are gone, the Cook presses the knife against the crotch of
your panties. You are too afraid to breathe as the point of the knife pokes
through your panties and then cuts upwards. She slices through your
waistband and then pulls the panties from your body.

All that is left is your shoes. You wonder if she will cut them too but no, she
just pulls them off. Your socks though, she cuts through those.

“Hold onto her,” the Cook says and she walks away to one of the cabinets.
She opens it and starts rummaging through pots and pans. The noise of
crashing metal fills the kitchen.

Phillip holds you tight against him. His large cock, still slick from sex,
presses against your ass. He keeps his hands on your arms and his grip is
stronger than any metal or rope.

“I enjoyed fucking you,” Phillip whispers in your ear. “You shouldn’t have
done it but I loved how tight your cunt was. I hope I get another chance
inside you.”

“Let me go, and you’ll get your chance,” you whisper back.

Phillip laughs. “I am pretty sure that is happening anyway.”

“Here we go,” the Cook says as she pulls something large out of the
cabinet. It is a metal pan and it is almost as big as she is! She brings the pan
over to the counter and lays it down. The pan has four metal rings like the
one that Phillip was tied to.

“I got one question for you,” the Cook says. “And you better give me an
honest answer.”

“Are you going to cook me?” you ask.

The Cook rolls her eyes. “Christos, no! You got some dark ideas. No, my
questions is this; are you sweet or savory?”

“What?” you say.

Phillip tightens his grip and lifts you from your feet. “Answer the question,”
he says.
Sweet or savory?

Sweet!

Savory!
Yes. I still have the door barred in case anything happens.

You have already taken a bound man, what’s the harm in taking some food
as well?

The cookies look fresh so you have one of them first. The chocolate chips
have a hint of mint and cinnamon. The cookie is warm and gooey in your
mouth.

For some reason, you find yourself thinking of a woman’s ass. The man was
nice, but now you really want to squeeze a woman’s butt.

You try a chip and put it in an orange dip of some kind. It is a spicy cheese
dip and the flavor explodes on your tongue. At first it is almost too spicy
but then it cools on your tongue.

An image of a man coming on your tits flashes into your mind. How odd.
You must still be turned on from fucking the blindfolded guy.

You pick up a glass of juice and take a sip. It might be lemonade but there is
a little bite like alcohol. You can’t place it.

Your pussy clenches and an urge to get licked comes over you. Wow, you
are still turned on. Maybe you should give the man another ride before you
go?

No, you need to focus and eat. The big Hispanic woman could be back at
any moment. You need to eat one last thing and go back to your car.

You are torn between two items. There is a plate of tacos and a plate of
grilled carrots. The tacos look fresh and have all of your favorite
ingredients. The carrots are coated in various spices and smell delicious. It
would be tempting to grab one of both but you don’t want to get greedy.
You need to pick one.
What do you want to eat?

The tacos.

The carrots.
Over to the pink-haired woman with the pierced tongue.

You bend down and grab the edge of the bench. It is heavier than it looks.
You start by pulling it until it faces the woman and then you push it the rest
of the way. The damn carpet doesn’t make it easy. Wow, people here must
be strong or you really misunderstood what this bench is doing here.

The bench hits the wall with a thud. The edge is inches below her face. Yep,
it looks like you were right about what the bench is for. It is too perfect to
be a coincidence.

The pink-haired woman smiles and bounces as much as her restrained neck
will let her. The other heads sigh and makes sounds of disappointment. Ah,
so they can speak after all. They just choose not to.

That’s fine. You don’t need them to use their mouths to speak. You undo
your belt and pull your robe open. All five heads stare at you with open lust.
You pull the robe from your body and wrap it into a ball. You’ll need
something to lay your head on.

You walk over to the bench and sit down. Oh, the padding is really soft.
Thankfully it is dry as well. You swing your leg over the bench and straddle
it. Leaning back, you place your robe under your head. It is flimsy but it is
better than nothing.

The pink-haired woman licks her lips. You slide your ass down the bench
towards her. There is nowhere to put your legs except up. You rest your
ankles on the wall as your sex sits under the woman’s mouth.

“Start slow,” you tell her. An urge for dominance rises within you.
“Actually, just kiss my pussy to start.”

The pink-haired woman nods solemnly. She lowers her lips to your sex and
kisses it. Her warm breath tickles the lips of your pussy. She closes her eyes
as she plants gentle kiss after gentle kiss on your sex.
You moan. The kisses feel nice but knowing that she is restraining herself
feels nicer. You gave a command and she obeyed it.

“A little tongue,” you say.

The woman’s eyes flick up at you. She nods slightly and then you feel her
tongue. It is just the tip and it tickles your pussy lips.

There is another groan and it comes from the head next to her. The head
belongs to a dark woman with kinky black hair. She licks her lips and
pleads silently with her eyes.

“Do you want a taste?” you ask the dark woman.

She nods as much as her restraints allow.

“Too fucking bad,” you say.

The pink-haired woman is impatient and licks deeper than you had
commanded. Her tongue slips inside you and you feel the hard stud in her
tongue. It presses down and stimulates you in ways that you hadn’t
considered.

You decide not to punish the woman for being so bold. She is lucky it feels
good or else you would reward her disobedience by letting the dark woman
lick your pussy. You grab the pink-haired woman’s head. Your hand pushes
down and you smother her in your pussy.

The trapped woman moans into your pussy. Her pierced tongue licks deep
inside of you. You feel her nose grind against your sex.

Can she breathe? Do you care?

The pink-haired woman licks faster. You feel her sucking on the juices of
your pussy. Her lips move as she silently worships you.
It feels good. She is very talented. How many pussies has she eaten before
you? How many of those pussies were while she was bound to this wall?
Does she lick pussy every day? Every hour? More?

You shudder on the bench. If you lived here, you could use her mouth every
day. Or you could go down the row and have a different mouth each day of
the work week. You might find a favorite and just use them over and over
and over again.

You shake your head. Where did that thought come from? Who said
anything about staying here? Still, it is a pleasant idea.

The dark woman makes a pouting sigh. It makes you laugh.

You stick your finger between the pink-haired woman’s mouth and your
pussy. She greedily licks your fingers as you plunge it into your sex. You
pull your finger out quickly so she can’t lick the juices from it.

Your finger now soaked, you bring it to the dark woman’s mouth. She
eagerly opens her lips and you jam your fingers into her mouth. She chokes
but then she seals her lips around your fingers and sucks hard.

It feels damn good. Fuck, this woman might suck the fingernail polish off
your nails.

The pink-haired woman redoubles her efforts. The stud in her tongue
rapidly taps the inside of your pussy She finds the perfect spot and licks it
with all her skill.

Your orgasm comes quickly. You shudder and gasp as she brings you to
climax. Your thighs clench tightly around her head but she never stops
licking.

“No more!” you gasp but she keeps licking. You pull her head forcefully
from your sensitized sex. Her face is soaked but she keeps reaching for you
with her pierced tongue.
You pull your fingers from the dark woman and they leave her mouth with a
loud ‘POP. Damn, neither of them want to stop.

Your legs push off on the wall and the bench slides back. Both women look
at you sadly as you get up from the bench.

“Greedy sluts,” you say. They look at you without shame. They are greedy
and they are greedy for you.

It is tempting to move the bench over to the dark woman but no, you are
worn out. Besides, you don’t want someone to wander by and find you on
your back with your legs up in the air getting eaten out. These women
might be proud of their lust but you have a little modesty left.

You stand up and put your robe back on. The strange fabric is even more
distracting than before. The way that the robe clings to your breasts reminds
you of hands. The fabric feels like lovers’ lips on your ass. Your
imagination must be enflamed.

The men and women in the wall make one last silent plea for you to stay
but you pay them no mind. A shiver runs through you as you deliberately
ignore them. It feels wonderful to deny them even your glance.

Are you usually this cruel? Maybe not, but for some reason, you are
enjoying it tonight.

You can go left or right down the hall. On a whim, you go left. You turn the
corner and enter a new hallway. This one barely has any light and it is much
darker. The walls are black and the floor is almost grey. It looks uninviting
here.
There is a painting. A man stands in shadows and it is hard to discern any
features other than some red hair. What you can see is that he is holding a
long knife. The attention the artists gave to the knife is remarkable. You see
the reflection of the room in the blade. The handle is notched and scarred.
The edge of the knife looks sharp enough to cut anything.
A nameplate says “Jack: 1710- “ You wonder why they don’t have a date of
death. Also, there is an electric lamp in the background. Either the date is
wrong or this is some sort of joke.

There is a noise further down the hall. You barely hear it but it sounds like a
voice. What did it say?

“Help!”

There it is again and you understood it this time. You go further down the
hall.

“Please, help!” a voice says. It sounds like a woman.

“Help!” someone else says. It sounds like a man.

“Can anyone hear us?” a woman calls out.

“We need help!” another woman says.

How many people are there?

“Help!” a man says, followed quickly by a different man crying “Help!”

The hall ends in two doors opposite of each other. The doors are identical.
Both are large and are made from iron like some sort of medieval movie.
They each have a single sliding bolt to open them.

“Help!” cry two men from the left door.

“Please!” cry two women from the right door.

Their cries send a shiver down your back. They need help. They sound
desperate. Considering what you have seen so far of this house, you have no
doubt that they both are in some sort of distress and most likely sexual in
nature.
You smile. Even though you just used the mouth in the hall, you are still
aroused. The thought of desperate people inspires wicked thoughts. If they
are helpless, maybe you can help yourself to them.

It is just a matter of deciding which door you want to investigate.

Which of these desperate people will you look in on?

The left door with the men’s voices.

The right door with the women’s voices.

Over to the tanned man with the long tongue.

You grab the bench and try to lift it. Fuck, it is heavy. It looks like you will
be pushing it instead. The people in the house must be strong.

The bench slides on the floor towards the tanned man. His eyes light up
with excitement as the bench slides right under his jaw. It fits perfectly. You
were right about how people use these heads.

You undo your robe and let it fall from your shoulders. All five heads stare
at you in admiration. You sit on the bench and lay back. The padding is
quite soft. Slowly, you scoot your butt down towards the tanned man’s
trapped head. There is nowhere to put your legs except up. When your sex
is under the tanned man’s mouth, your legs stretch out and relax on the
wall.

The man doesn’t waste a second. His head dives down and he begins to
lick. His long tongue burrows into your pussy lips and licks deeply.

You gasp. Part of you was expecting some sort of foreplay but it looks like
that isn’t going to happen. Maybe being pinned inside a wall makes one
impatient.

The tanned man makes hungry sounds into your pussy. His long tongue is
like a slender dick inside you. The tongue darts and thrusts as he licks you.

You moan and grab the head. His hair is short but thick. It feels nice in your
grip. You pull hard and lift his head from your pussy.

“Slower,” you gasp. “I want to enjoy this.”

He looks disappointed but he nods. You lower his head back onto your sex.
This time he plants kisses on your pussy lips before slowly licking you.

Much better. You tremble on the bench. Now you can feel every wiggle of
his long snaking tongue. You savor the slow way he is worshipping your
pussy.

To your right is an empty hole but your left is an Asian man. He had full
lips and he is licking them as he looks at you. The eagerness is clear on his
face.

“Do you want a taste?” you ask him.

He nods his head.

The man licking your pussy growls. The vibrations feel great on your sex.

You laugh. “Someone is jealous.” You stroke the head of the man licking
you and the growling stops. The licks also get deeper.

“I’ll make you a deal,” you tell the other head. “I am tired of silent people.
Say you want to lick me and I will move this bench over to you.”

The Asian man frowns. The man licking you stops. The other heads are
dead quiet. There is a tension in the air that even you feel.

The Asian man shakes his head sadly. He almost clamps his mouth shut.

“Interesting,” you say. “I take it you are forbidden to speak. I bet if you do,
the others will tell on you. The punishment must be severe. Or the reward
for telling must be high.

The Asian man nods slowly, confirming your suspicions.

“Too bad for you,” you say. “Because my pussy is delicious and now you
will never know.”

The man licking your pussy moan his agreement. He licks harder but still
obeying your command, he makes sure to keep it nice and slow.

A shudder runs through you. Damn, he is good. Is it his skill or his

unnaturally long tongue? You can’t decide.
Your hips rise and fall. You grab his head and keep him pinned to your
pussy. Your heels dig into the wall as you grind against his face.

The man groans and the vibrations feel wonderful. He must be as hard as a
rock. Can he touch himself on the other side of the wall? You wonder but
you don’t think so. All of his attention is on your sex. You feel like you
would know if his attention was divided.

He licks faster. His tongue flicks deep inside you with rapid speed. It feels
wonderful but that isn’t the point. You gave him an order.

You pull hard on his hair. The tongue falters inside of you. Your fingers
twist and pull on his scalp.

He winces. His tongue slops altogether.

“Nice and slow,” you say. “Go fast again and I’ll see if another head is more
obedient.”

The man makes a whimpering sound. You take that as obedience and
release his hair.

He sighs into your pussy and resumes licking. His tongue is slow and
careful. He licks your pussy at a steady pace.

A feeling of power washes over you. Honestly, you prefer the fast tongue to
the slow but not as much as you prefer him obeying. He might have a long
tongue but he is completely in your power.

Your arousal increases. Every part of your body feels like it is humming
with power. You might be naked in a hallway with your legs on a wall but
you have never felt more divine in your life.

The man keeps licking. Nice, and slow, nice and slow, nice and slow. Lick
by lick, he brings you closer and closer to orgasm.
Your climax hits you like an explosion of pleasure. Your thighs close
around the man’s head as you come. You cry out and ride the glory of your
orgasm.

The man keeps licking until you finally pull his head from your soaking wet
sex.

“No more,” you gasp. “Shit, no more!”

He stops licking your pussy and licks his lips instead. Your juices are
smeared all over him.

“I should wipe your mouth,” you say as you look at him between your legs.

The man shakes his head no.

You shrug. “I’ll allow it,” you say.

Planting your feet on the wall, you scoot back from the man’s head. You
leave a wet smear on the bench. Hopefully, someone will come by and
clean that up. You are too spent to do it yourself.

You stand up and put your robe back on. The strange fabric is even more
distracting than before. The way that the robe clings to your breasts reminds
you of hands. The fabric feels like lovers’ lips on your ass. Your
imagination must be enflamed.

The men and women in the wall make one last silent plea for you to stay
but you shake your head at them. You are sated. Their desires matter little to
you.

You pull the bench away from the wall and return it to its original place.
The bench is heavy but it is worth it to see the disappointment on their
faces.

Are you usually this cruel? Maybe not, but for some reason, you are
enjoying it tonight.
You can go left or right down the hall. On a whim, you go left. You turn the
corner and enter a new hallway. This one barely has any light and it is much
darker. The walls are black and the floor is almost grey. It looks uninviting
here.

There is a painting. A man stands in shadows and it is hard to discern any

features other than some red hair. What you can see is that he is holding a
long knife. The attention the artists gave to the knife is remarkable. You see
the reflection of the room in the blade. The handle is notched and scarred.
The edge of the knife looks sharp enough to cut anything.

A nameplate says “Jack: 1710- “ You wonder why they don’t have a date of
death. Also, there is an electric lamp in the background. Either the date is
wrong or this is some sort of joke.

There is a noise further down the hall. You barely hear it but it sounds like a
voice. What did it say?

“Help!”

There it is again and you understood it this time. You go further down the
hall.

“Please, help!” a voice says. It sounds like a woman.

“Help!” someone else says. It sounds like a man.

“Can anyone hear us?” a woman calls out.

“We need help!” another woman says.

How many people are there?

“Help!” a man says, followed quickly by a different man crying “Help!”

The hall ends in two doors opposite of each other. The doors are identical.
Both are large and appear to be made from iron like some sort of medieval
movie. They each have a single sliding bolt to open them.

“Help!” cry two men from the left door.

“Please!” cry two women from the right door.

Their cries send a shiver down your back. They need help. They sound
desperate. Considering what you have seen so far of this house, you have no
doubt that they both are in some sort of distress and most likely sexual in
nature.

You smile. Even though you just used the mouth in the hall, you are still
aroused. The thought of desperate people inspires wicked thoughts. If they
are helpless, maybe you can help yourself to them.

It is just a matter of deciding which door you want to investigate.

Which of these desperate people will you look in on?

The left door with the men’s voices.

The right door with the women’s voices.

Nowhere. I’m going to restrain myself and keep walking down the
hallway.

This is just a little weird for you. The heads might be willing but you are
not. Besides, you don’t feel like it is a good idea to get eaten out in some
hallway where anyone can walk by.

The hall goes to the left and right. You decide to go right. Maybe it is time
you find a phone and call for a tow for your car. You have a feeling it is
only going to get kinkier the further you go.

The robe continues to distract you but you are almost used to it by now. You
no longer jump when the fabric pulls against your back and feels like a
lover’s kiss. The way the robe presses against your pussy almost feels
natural. The material pinches your nipple and you hardly notice.

A sound drifts down the hall. It reminds you of carnivals. Yes, that is what
it is. It sounds like a song you hear at a carnival.

You turn a corner. The music is louder. There is a smell in the air. It smells
like butter. Wait, it smells like buttered popcorn.

Your stomach growls. How long has it been since you ate? It has been
awhile. You are getting hungry and popcorn sounds great.

The hallway changes. There are less lights. The wallpaper is fading. You
pass a window and the rain beats against the glass. There is a damp spot on
the wall. It feels like you are in an older part of the house or maybe a part
that is not as well taken care of.

There is an open door at the end of the hall. Strange lights flicker from
inside the room. It reminds you of the colors of a kaleidoscope. The music
is definitely coming from there and the smell of popcorn is getting stronger.

You keep walking but you are going slower. So far tonight you have seen a
ghost and people trapped inside a wall. What weirdness can you expect
from this?

“Please don’t be a clown,” you say out loud.

You walk into the room. It is quite small. The light is coming from a
machine in the corner that is bathing the room with changing colors. There
is a large box in the center of the room, about three feet tall. It is
overflowing with popcorn.

As tempting as the popcorn is, the walls are what hold your attention. The
walls are lined with shelves and on every shelf is a small clown doll. There
are all kinds of dolls from sad looking clowns to hobo clowns. There are
clowns with bare tits and there are clowns with comically long cocks. Some
clown dolls look old while others look freshly made.

Hundreds of clown eyes seem to stare at you. It makes your skin crawl.

“Fuck this,” you say and turn to leave but you stop. The popcorn is just
sitting there. It smells wonderful. Maybe you will just grab a handful and
go.

Nah, this has to be a trap, right? Then again, what kind of a person lays a
trap with a ton of popcorn?
Are you getting some popcorn or leaving?

I’m leaving right now.

I’m grabbing some popcorn and then leaving.

Kick the Creature from the Underground Lake in the dick.

There is no way that you are fucking some monster in a lake of cave water.
The hygiene issues alone are staggering to think about.

Your left leg is still free. You pull back and let loose with your strongest
kick down into the monster’s pelvis.

THUNK!

“WEEEEEEERRRRRRRR!” the Creature yells. All the tentacles release

you. You’re free!

You start swimming as fast as you can. The Creature keeps howling in pain
as you cut through the water. With adrenaline pumping through you, the
shore gets closer and closer.

The Creature howls again. This time you feel a vibration pass through you
in the water. What the fuck was that, sonar?

It doesn’t matter. You keep swimming. You can see the edges of the shore
now. There is a lot of white rocks there. You hope that they are not bones.

Something sharp bites your leg. It hurts like Hell but only for a second.
Numbness spreads across your leg and you can’t move it anymore.

There are shapes swimming under you. The Creature that you kicked is still
floating behind you. These are new monsters and there are too many to
count.

“Fuck, shit,” you groan. There are more than one of the fish monsters and
the one that you met, you kicked his dick. Why aren’t they attacking?

The numbness spreads to your pelvis. You can’t feel your other leg. Unable
to move your legs, you start to sink.
The creatures swim closer. Their tentacles reach for you. Gaping mouths
open with many teeth.

You understand now. Once the monsters realized that you weren’t available
for fucking, they decided to make you their next meal.

Maybe you should have stayed upstairs. Sure, the house was creepy and the
people inside were even creepier, but you were alive. Getting ravished
inside a haunted house has to be better than being eaten by Creatures from
an Underground Lake.

Thankfully, you soon lose consciousness. What happens next is too

horrifying to describe.

The feeding frenzy end.

Fuck the Creature from the Underground Lake.

You stop struggling. Your legs spread to accept the fish cock. You calm
down and concentrate on floating in the water.

Tentacles pull you back onto the cock. It is cold. It is also very slippery and
slides easily into you. It fills your pussy and expands. It grows bigger inside
you.

You moan. This isn’t bad. This isn’t bad at all.

“Aroooooo,” the Creature wails. Is that a good sound or a bad sound?

The Creature thrusts inside you. It must be a good sound because he is

pounding your sex. His cold cock pulses inside you.

More tentacles wrap around you. One coils around your neck and pulls
back. Other tentacles wrap around your shoulders and hold you up. It keeps
you in an upright doggy-position with your head above water as it fucks
you.

Or should you call it fishy-style? You laugh and your laugh is shrill and a
bit hysterical. Are you losing your mind? Considering that you are getting
fucked from behind by a fish-monster, it is possible that your mind has
already been lost.

If this is what being crazy is like, then it feels good. The fish cock expands
and contracts inside your tight sex. It stretches your pussy one second and
then shrinks until you fear it is gone.

The warm water splashes around you. The fucking is making waves in the
underground lake. The water cascades over your naked body and keeps you
warm.

Tentacles wrap around your body. One tentacle tip touches your breast. It
writhes back and forth over your tit, feeling it or perhaps groping it in its
manner. Whatever it is doing, it is making your nipple hard.

Another tentacle goes to your lips. It hovers in front of your mouth, as if

afraid that you will bite. You open your mouth instead. After a few seconds,
it darts inside your mouth and you close your lips around it.

It is slippery in your mouth. It also tastes like rubber. The tentacle thrusts
into your mouth and back out before going back in. It fucks your mouth as
you keep your lips tight around it.

Tentacles tighten around your thighs; holding you in place as the Creature
keeps fucking you. The cock is cold but it is also slamming into you with a
rhythm that is incredible. It is the motion of the ocean inside you.

The Creature turns you around. Her keeps you on his cock, spinning you on
the quivering dick. Tentacles pull you close so that you are facing the
strange monster. He grins at you with his fearsome teeth.

In his giant eyes is a reflection of your face sucking on his tentacle. Your
eyes are half-closed with pleasure. There is a flush to your cheeks that you
rarely see. You have never looked so sensual.

The Creature gurgles. It is a weird belching sound from his mouth. A rank
smell comes from his mouth but you don’t care because his cock feels so
good inside you.

Speaking of which, the fish dick begins to shake violently inside you. It
moves back and forth at an incredible speed. Vibrations pulse through your
sex. Holy shit, this Creature’s cock is like some sort of organic vibrator!

You cry out with the tentacle still in your mouth. Your thighs clench
together but the tentacles keep them apart. The vibrations increase and you
know that you are about to come.

The Creature extends his tongue. It stretches out like a frog’s and lands on
your nipple. It sticks, and pulls your nipple as the tongue retracts.
You climax. The pulling of your nipple sends you over the edge. Your
orgasm crashes onto your body and you quiver around the vibrating fish
dick.

The Creature’s tongue lets go of your nipple. He pulls you close to his scaly
chest and wraps his tentacles around your entire body. You are still impaled
on his shaking cock.

The water rushes over your head. The Creature is sinking downwards and
taking you with him!

You struggle but the tentacles are too strong. The tentacle in your mouth
won’t leave and water gets past your lips. The cock inside shakes faster and
you feel another orgasm coming despite your fear.

The Creature stares at you. Does he know that you need air? Was this his
plan all along? The two of you are sinking deeper and deeper into the dark
depths of the lake.

For some reason, your lungs aren’t bursting. You keep swallowing water
but it is okay. Shouldn’t you be coughing or sputtering or something?

The fish dick inside you vibrates more intensely and then suddenly stops
pulsing. A rush of hot liquid enters your pussy. It tingles where it touches
you and you scream out another orgasm.

You realize that you screamed into the water. The tentacle is gone from
your mouth. Water rushes down your throat but you are unafraid.

The Creature lets go you. He pulls his stuff cock out of your sex. It is dark
down here but you can still see him by the glow of his big round eyes.

The tingling in your pussy spreads through your body. Your legs feel funny
and then suddenly you have more legs. Each of them are long and very
bendable. They feel right and you swirl them through the water.
More of you changes. Arms divide and multiply. Your chest expands and
scales cover your skin. Teeth push through your gums as your jaw expands
to take them all. Hair falls from your body and drifts in the water. Gills
expand to take in oxygen from the water.

The darkness around you slips away. You see clearly now and you hear
things that turn into shapes. You sense the hardness of the Creature’s dick
and know that he is ready for more.

Wait, there are other things in the lake. More Creatures swim towards you.
The two of you are not alone. There is an entire school of fish monsters
down here.

You grin with your rows of teeth. It is good to have friends, and friends you
can fuck are even better. You are feeling horny. You are curious what your
tentacles can do.

The Creatures swim towards you and you spread your tentacles wide for
them. Fish live for a very long time and you will spend most of that time
being ravished deep underground in a lake below a haunted house.

The monstrous end.

Turned on! I sink into the floor!

This is strange and unusual but it also feels nice. You have done dirtier
things on the floor so what is so bad about just sinking into it?

The floor bubbles and you sink further down. Your crotch goes into the
wood and the warm feeling greets your sex. It is like sitting down in a hot
tub.

A tongue is on your sex. It licks greedily at your nether lips. The tongue is
fast, flicking rapidly against your pussy lips. It is faster than any tongue you
have experienced before.

Wow, these perverts really know how to lick pussy!

Wait, how are they licking your pussy with your robe still closed around
your waist? Did they move the robe aside? It doesn’t feel like it. Actually,
you don’t feel the robe at all underneath the floor.

The floor continues to bubble and you keep sinking. It is a slow sink and
you relax into it. There must be some sort of machine under you, slowly
lowering you downstairs. You can’t wait to see how it works. Also, how do
they make the optical illusion of how the rest of the floor looks solid?

Another tongue licks your buttocks. You shiver but you don’t try to stop it.
This tongue takes long slow licks of your butt cheeks. It feels kind of odd
but you are turned on by the perversity of it all.

There are more tongues. One tongue licks your foot and it tickles. Another
tongue licks the inside of your thigh. A second tongue joins the one that is
licking your ass. As the tongue on your sex begins to lick inside your pussy,
a second tongue licks your outer lips.

Wait, how is this working? How many people are down there? How do they
all fit around you? They must be really crammed in there.
You continue to sink into the floor. It is up to your waist now. Curious, you
press your hand on the bubbling floor. Your fingers sink into the wood.

A tongue licks your fingers. It surprises you and you try to pull your hand
back but it doesn’t move. It is as if the floor is only one way. How is that
possible?

You shrug. Once you sink completely through, you can see how it works.

The warm feeling spreads along your body. It covers your legs and your
pelvis. It is nice. It is almost euphoric. It feels so good that your legs below
your knees feels like it is on clouds.
Your robe is getting pulled underneath the floor. The fabric strains against
your shoulders and back. The odd material creates phantom sensations
where it touches your skin. It feels like fingertips are sliding down your
back.

There are more tongues, too many in fact. Three tongues lick your pussy.
Four tongues circle your asshole. Too many tongues to count lick your
thighs.

It must be a sex toy. There is no way that many people can be licking you.
They would get in each other’s way. It must be a sex toy.

More tongues lick your pussy and you moan. Whatever sex toy it is, you
want it. The tongues licking your sex go deep inside you. They lick with
amazing speeds as you clench around them.

The bottom of your breasts sinks into the wood. The warm feeling spreads
to your chest. Tongues lick every inch of your tits as they go under the
floor.

“Well, well,” a voice says. You look up. Standing in the hallway is the
butler. Her skin is darker than you remember and her short blonde hair
almost glows. The uniform is tight against her curves and look as it is about
to burst.
“This is wonderful,” you say. “How does it work?”

The butler smiles. “Magic,” she says.

You laugh. “Fine, don’t tell me.”

You sink deeper into the floor. The licking is so intense that you don’t feel
your legs. Your nipples are under the floor and being passionately licked.
Three tongues are licking your asshole with abandon.

“I’m going to come,” you groan.

The butler squats down to look at you. “Then come,” she says.

She stares at you intently. You don’t mind. It feels so good that you don’t
care if you have an audience. The warm feeling surrounds you like a
blanket and you just want to snuggle in it forever.

The tongues find a sensitive spot and push you over the edge. Your climax
comes fast and hard. You scream your orgasm and the butler smiles.

The bubbling of the floor intensifies. You sink deeper up to your lips. Your
bottom jaw is in the floor now and won’t move. You try to lift your hand to
touch it but you don’t feel your arms anymore. For that matter, you don’t
feel much of anything!

“Calm down,” the butler says. She reaches over and pats you on the head.
“It will be over soon. And you had a nice final orgasm. Not many people
get that.”

“Uhhh?” you say. It is hard to speak with your jaw immobilized. You sink
further down and your mouth is under the floor.

“The house is eating you,” the butler explains. “It doesn’t happen often but
the house does have needs. There must be something about you that it likes.
Rest assure, that your body and soul will provide vital nutrition to the house
and enable it to perform its duties.”
You keep sinking. The floor is over your nose. You can feel warmth in your
neck and face but nowhere else. Despite this, you try to fight. You shake
and move as much as you can, which is to say not at all.

“Good night,” the butler says. “I’ll think of you the next time the house
grows a new room.”

The butler pushes down on your head. You sink down into the warm floor
and oblivion.

The digesting end.

Smart! I want to pull myself out!

You don’t know if you have been drugged or is this is a weird sex thing, but
you do know that you want out of it.

The table creaks as you pull on it. A moment of doubt crosses your mind.
What if it tips over and onto you? Fuck it. That is just a risk that you must
take.

You keep your grip on the table. Your arms strain as you try to pull yourself
up. The angle is awkward but you are not giving up.

The floor bubbles. The warm feeling intensifies. The tongues on your legs
lick faster.

The robe tugs on your body. It strains against your shoulders. You look
down and see that the bottom of your robe is in the floor.

Fuck, you need to get the robe off. You reluctantly let go of the table with
one hand. The floor sucks you down a few inches. There is nothing you can
do about that. You wiggle your arm and use the pulling floor to your
advantage. As the floor pulls the robe, you slip your arm out of it and grab
the table again.

That’s half of the robe. The half that is still on tugs against your skin. The
strange fabric causes weird sensations. It feels like a hand is sliding down
your ass. It feels like someone is grabbing your hip. It feels like something
is tugging on your breast.

Using both hands, you pull yourself up as hard as you can. You rise a few
inches out of the floor while the robe pulls harder. When you are at your
zenith, you quickly let go with your robed arm and whip it off.

The floor greedily sucks the robe off your body. The robe disappears and
the floor continues to bubble. The tongues on your feet lick in a frenzy. The
warmth on your calves is as soothing as a sauna.
Dirty thoughts cross your mind. Those tongues would feel great on your
pussy. That warm feeling would feel good on your ass. It might be worth it
just to sink down and get your sex licked.

NO! You snap out of it. This isn’t right. People weren’t meant to get licked
after sinking through floors.

Your arms burn but you keep pulling. There! You rise a few inches out of
the floor! You can do this!

The floor bubbles harder. If you didn’t know better, you would say that it is
boiling. The warm feeling turns hot and there is a suction on your legs.
Something is trying to pull you down.

You grunt and pull harder. The table moves an inch on the floor but doesn’t
tip over. It just has to hold for a few more seconds.

Slowly, you rise out of the floor. The hot feeling is almost burning as you
pull your right foot out. You bend your leg so your foot stays away from the
floor as you keep pulling.

Your left foot pops free! You lean on the table and shove the flower vase
out of the way. It falls to the side and cracks on the floor. You get your ass
onto the table and sit there.

The floor bubbles angrily.

“That is impressive!” a voice says. It is the butler! She is standing right next
to you. When did she get here?

“What was that?” you ask, pointing at the floor.

“Oh, that’s the house,” the butler says. “Like any living thing, it needs to
feed from time to time. I have never seen anyone escape it before. That is
truly amazing!”
“Feed?” you ask. Your heart is pounding so loud that maybe you misheard
the butler.

“It feeds on bodies and souls,” the butler says. “Mostly souls but bodies are
where the flavor is.”

“This is insane,” you say.

“Possibly,” the butler says. She puts her arm around your shoulders and
squeezes you. “That was truly an amazing escape! It deserves a reward!”

“I’d settle for a phone call to a garage to get my car fixed.”

“Yes, that would be fair,” the butler says.

She shoves you hard on your back. You pitch forward into the bubbling
floor. You sink into the wood and into the oblivion of warm darkness.

“But nothing is fair here,” the butler says as the house digests you.

The really unfair end.

I’m leaving right now.

This is the easiest choice that you have made all night. There is no fucking
way that you are spending another minute inside this clown room. You spin
around and head for the door.

You run right into a large man. His large belly honks when you bump into
him. Suspenders hold up orange pants decorated with green skulls. Giant
red shoes cover his feet. He isn’t wearing a shirt and he has two flowers
covering his nipples. The face is ghastly white with curly green hair. Red
makeup shines on his lips. He is seven feet tall at least.

It is a goddamn clown.

“Excellent job, little lady!” he says. “My name is Boner the Clown and you
learned an important lesson today!”

“Good, excuse me,” you say as you try to step around him.

“Hold on there, little lady,” Boner says. He grabs you by the shoulder. His
grip is like steel. “Don’t you want to know what lesson that was?”

“Uh, don’t eat someone else’s popcorn?” you say.

“That’s right!” Boner yells “And do you know what good little ladies get
for not stealing?”

“Let out of a creepy clown room so she could find a phone?” you try.

“Nope!” Boner says He grabs his crotch. “You get to eat a boner from
Boner!”

He reaches into his pants and pulls out an immense cock. It is freakishly
long. It is also pale white with an exaggerated red head. The cock is so long
that you think it has to be a prop of some kind but to your horror, it gets stiff
in his hand. That pale dick is real!
“No thank you,” you say.

“No welcome!” Boner says. He laughs hysterically at his own joke.

His hand pushes down on your shoulders. It is like a car pressing down on
you. You sink to your knees and are face to face with his clown cock. Jesus,
you hope that white stuff is makeup.

“Open wide, little lady!” Boner says. “The clown train is coming! Choo
choo!”

He thrusts his giant clown dick into your face. You keep your lips closed
and the head batters your mouth. It stings and your mouth pops open. Quick
as lightning, he thrusts again and his clown cock goes deep into your throat.

Ugh, he tastes like cotton candy and burst balloons. He grabs the back of
your head and keeps you pinned as he slides his cock in and out of your
mouth.

Wait a minute, he certainly is getting a lot of his dick into your mouth. He
must be twelve inches, if not more but when it slides forward, all of it
disappears between your lips. He presses your face into his green pubic hair
that smells like peanuts. You should be choking on his giant dick but
somehow you are taking it easily.

He pulls back and you watch inch after inch after inch after inch after inch
after inch of his dick remerge from your lips.

“The clown train is going back in!” Boner says and he slowly slides his
cock back into your mouth. It is annoying how he says, “Choo, choo, choo,
choo,” the entire time he goes back into your mouth.

This is just too weird. Ghosts and people stuck in walls were one thing, but
now you are sucking clown cock. You should have never left your car.

“Uh oh,” Boner says. “I think I am getting a little horny!”

The cock trembles in your mouth. Are you sure that it is real? It is shaking
like he is having a seizure.

“Oh yeah,” Boner says in a deep voice. “Clown daddy likes!”

He grabs your head with both hands thrusts deep into your mouth.

HONK! Where the fuck did that sound come from?

He slides out and thrusts deep back in.

HONK!

He fucks your face while the honking noise continues.

HONK! HONK! HONK! HONK!

You start to giggle. It surprises you. Someone one is fucking your face but it
is making you laugh. What is wrong with you?

“Oh, baby!” Boner says. He grabs one of his nipples with the flower pasty.
He squeezes and a stream of water shoots from his flower and onto your
head.

You burst out laughing. Boner is still fucking your mouth but you are
laughing uncontrollably. Why? Your head is getting soaked in what you
hope is water; how is any of this funny?

Boner moves back. His long cock extends from his crotch to your mouth. It
is over a foot long. He grabs his pale dick and starts jacking it. The head of
his cock is still between your lips.

“How do you make a juggler come?” Boner asks you.

You shrug with his cock in your mouth.

“Tickle his balls!” he says.

You laugh and choke on his cock. Why are you laughing so much?

“Seriously,” Boner says. “Tickle my balls.”

You reach into his clown pants. You can’t see them but his balls are huge.
They are the size of baseballs. You stroke them, unsure if they are even real.

“Oh yeah, little lady,” Boner says. He pulls his cock out of your mouth and
jacks it. “Get ready for a clown blast!”

The giant cock sprays you in the face. An insane amount of come flies out
at high pressure. It is like a firehose of sticky hot seed. This can’t possibly
be real but judging from what is shooting into your mouth and up your
nose, it certainly tastes and feels like semen.

The cock finally stop spraying. You wipe thick come from your eyes and
mouth. You are soaked in it. It is like someone dumped a bucket of the stuff
over your head. No, two buckets.

“Whew!” Boner said. “How does it taste?”

“You taste funny,” you say. Something snaps inside you and you burst out
laughing.

“I like you,” Boner says. He snaps his fingers and a part of the wall slides
away. There is another room. Inside the room is a bed under a spotlight.

“Come with me,” Boner says. “Let’s see what clown tricks we can pull out
of your ass.”

You laugh and stand back up. Why not? Nothing makes sense anymore and
your mind has happily snapped. Why not? The house is insane and so are
you. Why not? Boner is your friend and he has all sorts of dirty things to
show you. Why not?
Why not?

Why not?

Why not?

You have a lot of long nights of funny ravishing to look forward to inside
this haunted house.

The hahahaha end.

I’m grabbing some popcorn and then leaving.

It has been a strange night but there is no reason to get paranoid. It is just
popcorn. How can you even trap popcorn anyway?

You walk into the room and towards the popcorn. The smell of salt and
butter makes your mouth water. You grab a few pieces and examine it in the
light. It looks normal. You put it in your mouth.

Mmmm. It is delicious. Is that real butter? The salt is just the perfect level
too! Wow, this is great.

The popcorn box explodes. Fluffy yellow popcorn fills the air. Something
hot and wet blasts you as well. You fall backwards onto the ground as
something soaks your body. Your eyes are stinging and you frantically wipe
them.

It’s butter. You are covered from head to toe in warm melted butter. The
robe is soaked in butter and sticks to you. Butter drips from your hair. You
move your hands and butter squeezes out from between your fingers.

You try to stand up and nearly slip on the butter. Unwilling to stand, you get
on your knees and peel your butter-soaked robe from your body. The robe
falls to the ground with a wet plop.

There is popcorn in the mess as well. You pull popcorn from your hair. A
kernel somehow got stuck in the lips of your pussy. Several fluffy pieces
cling to your buttered breasts.

How is there so much butter? Was the popcorn box just full of butter and
popcorn was only at the top? Who would do such a thing?

There is booming laughter behind you. You spin around on the slippery
floor and look at giant red shoes. Bright orange pants with green skulls are
being held up over a large belly by suspenders. The chest is bare but yellow
flower pasties cover the man’s nipples. The face is ghastly white with curly
green hair. Red makeup shines on his lips. He is seven feet tall at least.

It is a goddamn clown.

“Someone has been naughty!” he says. “My name is Boner the Clown and
you have been caught stealing little lady!”

“I just wanted a bite,” you say.

“Oh!” Boner says. “You just wanted a bite! Why didn’t you say so?”

He reaches down and grabs you by the shoulder. With no effort at all, he
picks you up and brings you to your feet. He is immensely strong! Keeping
his grip on your shoulder, he reaches into his pant pockets.

“Let’s see,” he says and he pulls out a large red hammer.

“Nope!” Boner says and he drops the hammer. He reaches back into his
pockets. This time he pulls out a rubber chicken.

“Here, choke that for me,” Boner says. He hands you the rubber chicken.

You take the chicken from him. You are not sure what you are supposed to
do so you just hold it by its neck and squeeze.

“Choke it!” Boner yells. His face contorts into rage. “Choke my chicken
like you love it!”

The giant clown’s voice terrifies you. You understand his innuendo and
grab the chicken with both hands. Your hands go to work stroking the
chicken as it was a penis.

Boner smiles. “There you go,” he says and he is friendly again. “Found it!”

He pulls out a set of teeth from his pants. The teeth are chattering at a rapid
speed. Boner slaps the teeth against your right breast and the teeth clamp
around your nipple. They stop chattering and just hold on.

“Fuck!” you yell. You drop the chicken and try to pull the teeth from your
breast. It won’t let go.

“You said that you wanted a bite!” Boner says and then he laughs at his own
joke.

The teeth clamp down harder. You pull but it refuses to let go. The pain
shoots through your breast as your poor nipple is cruelly bitten.

“Uh oh!” Boner says. “You’ve woken up Little Boner!”

An enormous bulge pushes against the clown’s orange pants. That can’t be
his cock, it is too freaking big. It keeps growing and growing until his pants
looks like a circus tent.

“Oh, hell no!” you yell. You make a run for the door. You make it two steps
before you hit a puddle of butter. Your foot flies out from under you and
you fall to the ground. You land chest first which means you land right on
your teeth-clamped breast.

“Fuck, shit!” you yell in pain.

“Oh, you are not going anywhere,” Boner says. He grabs your arms and
pulls them behind your back. There is a loud squeaky sound and something
wraps around your wrists. The squeaking continues and you know it is from
whatever is holding your hands. It is hard to tell what it is but it feels
rubbery and the shape keeps twisting.

“Now let’s do your feet, little lady!” Boner says. “You can’t leave until you
get punished!”

The demented clown flips you onto your back. The biting teeth hold on as
your body is rolled over. Boner grabs your feet and presses them together.
He takes a long balloon and wraps it around your ankles. The squeaking
sound happens again.
Holy shit, are your hands tied with a balloon? How is that possible? If it is
just a balloon, why can’t you break it?

Boner finishes tying your legs together. He looks at your feet and smiles
wickedly. His eyebrows rise and fall in an exaggerated manner.

“Oh no,” you whisper.

Boner nods his head.

“Please, don’t!” you cry.

Boner nods his head as he brings his fingertips to the soles of your feet.

“No!” you yell as Boner tickles you.

The tickling sends your body into a mad panic. You lose control as the urge
to escape overwhelms your rational mind. The clamping teeth holds onto
your tit as you wiggle, squirm and fight to escape.

The clown’s grip on your balloon-bound feet is impossible to break but

your body doesn’t know that. You slip and slide on the butter-splattered
floor as you try to escape. The violence of your struggles bruises and batters
your body but you can’t stop fighting while he tickles you.

Worse of all, you can’t stop laughing. You laugh so hard that your throat
gets sore. You laugh so much that you are screaming. You laugh so much
that your vision gets blurry from lack of air.

The tickling stops. You shudder uncontrollably on the floor. Your mouth
gasps for air.

Something slides between your feet. It is thick and warm. It slides back and
forth between your bound feet. The butter makes it slippery.
You blink back tears and look up. Boner has his boner out. He is fucking
your feet. His cock is pasty white like his face and chest.

“Take it, sexy feet!” Boner yells. “Take it! Take it!”

You are too exhausted to care. Let him fuck your feet. If he isn’t tickling
you, he can do anything he wants.

“Boom, boom, boom!” Boner says with every thrust.

You smirk.

“Uhn, uhn, uhn!” Boner says as his pasty white cock slides in and out of
your feet.

You catch yourself smiling.

“Papa likes, Papa likes, Papa likes!” Boner yells.

You start to laugh. Why? He isn’t even funny.

“Splash alert!” Boner yells and he comes. A stream of seed shoots from his
cock and flies in a perfect arc onto your face. Thick clown semen splashes
against you face like it is being shot out of a water fountain. You sputter and
choke but there is no escape from the ridiculous amount of come that is
soaking your face.

“Hey!” Boner says slapping your feet with his dick. “You still breathing?”

You spit out a mouthful of come. Something snaps inside you. Giggles rise
up and you burst out laughing.

“Is that all you got?” you yell between laughter.

Boner laughs with you. “I like you,” he says. He snaps his fingers and a part
of the wall slides away. There is another room. Inside the room is a bed
under a spotlight.
“Come with me,” Boner says. “Let’s see what clown tricks we can pull out
of your ass.”

He picks you up and slings you over his shoulder. Why not? Nothing makes
sense anymore and your mind has happily snapped. Why not? The house is
insane and so are you. Why not? Boner is your friend and he has all sorts of
dirty things to show you. Why not?

Why not?

Why not?

Why not?

You have a lot of long nights of funny ravishing to look forward to inside
this haunted house.

The hahahaha end.

I pick the cat mask.

The mask on the fur is soft. You turn it over in your hand. There is no band
or string. How is the mask supposed to stay on?

“Put it on,” the masked man says. He is impatient.

Fine, you place the mask against your face. Multiple odors fill your nose.
You can smell the sweat on his body. You can smell the polish on the floors.
You can even smell the desire between your own legs.

You let go of the mask and it stays on your face. Is it glued on?

Dizziness comes over you. You fall to all fours on the floor. Other senses
come to life. You hear the breathing of the masked man. You feel gravity in
a new way. The air has a taste that you hadn’t noticed.

The robe is tight around your body and you suddenly hate it. You rip and
pull at the material. Shrill sounds come from your throat and surprise you.
Your fingernails grow and you shred the robe from your body.

That is much better. You crawl around the floor. There are things to sniff.

The masked man bends over. His hand touches your spine and you arch
your back. He rubs his hand down to your butt and it feels nice.

“Good kitty,” he says and he is right. You are a great kitty.

The man pets you again and you decide to let him. His fingernails feel good
on your naked back. You lean forward and arch your butt in the air. He gets
the hint and rubs your butt. Purrs come from your throat.

Wait, your hand is dirty. You stick out your tongue and lick your hand. You
clean your fingers meticulously.
The man stops petting your butt. You sigh in annoyance. Humans can be so
disobedient. You crawl away from him and head to the door. It is closed.

“Meow?” you cry. Will the stupid human understand that you want to get
out?

The man says something. You don’t understand it. He didn’t say your name
or food so it is unimportant.

“Meow!” you try again.

The man comes over to you. Finally! How dare he take this long to
acquiesce to you!

You feel a strong hand grab the back of your neck. A powerful change
comes over you. You freeze in place and enter instantly into submission.
The door is forgotten as your sex dampens with desire. Your pelvis rises in
the air in invitation.

A thick cock enters you. You purr in contentment. Does it belong to the
man? You don’t know. You don’t care. You just have an urge to rut.

The cock thrusts inside you. The grip on your neck gets tighter. Your face is
driven into the hard floor.

It feels wonderful. You purr. Your pussy clenches around the large cock.
You rock back on the cock and fuck it back.

Strange thoughts pass through your mind. You imagine that you are human.
A desire to stand up on your hind legs comes over you. Part of you is angry
that you are now a cat.

That is insane! Who wouldn’t want to be a cat! You live to sleep, eat, fuck
and hunt. Why would you want to be a stupid human?

You banish the weird thoughts and focus on the cock inside you. Your hips
grind and hump the cock inside you. The rest of your body relaxes into the
grip that holds your neck.

The cock pounds your pussy. You begin to screech. It feels good to voice
your pleasure.

You are going to come. Your nails dig into the hard floor and leave grooves
in the wood. Your pussy clenches tighter and tighter as you howl your
orgasm.

The cock comes as well. Hot seed enters you and your sex tightens. You
want it all inside you.

When there is nothing left, the cock pulls out of you. The grip on your neck
is released. You purr and stand back up on all fours.

“Meow!” Is he opening this door or what?

The masked man opens the door. He says something that you don’t
understand. Humans just like to babble.
You crawl into the hallway. New smells and sounds surround you. There is
so much to explore. There are so many new things to hunt. There are so
many pleasure you want to take.

But first, you need to find a kitchen. You are hungry and surely someone
has laid down a bowl of offerings to you. If they haven’t, well, they soon
will.

The feline end.

I pick the fetish mask.

The mask is hard and stiff. It smells of sweat and sex. You were right; there
are no holes for the eyes. Only the mouth is open.

“There, I picked a mask,” you say. You do not want to put this on. You’ll be
blind.

“Put it on,” the masked man says.

You think about making a run for the door but you remember how he
appeared in front of you. Is he even human or is he another ghost? It looks
like you don’t have a choice but to obey.

The hood is tight on your head but you keep pulling. It slides down over
your face. Darkness engulfs you. The mask covers your nose and you have
to breathe through your mouth.

The mask gets tighter. It molds to your face. You try to pull it off but it is
too tight.

Desire crashes into your body. Your pussy is soaking wet and aches to be
touched. Sensitivity rises all along your body, from your hard nipples to the
back of your neck to the tips of your toes.

You plunge your fingers into your sex. You nearly climax from the
penetration. Your fingers plunge in and out of your sex and you tremble
with need.

What has happened to you? You have never felt this way. Every part of your
body wants to fuck and be fucked. It must be the mask. It is doing
something to you. You had better take it off.

You keep stroking yourself instead. You are so close to coming. Maybe you
will take the mask off after you climax. Yes, maybe.
Strong hands grab your breasts and pull. You cry out but follow the fingers.
The hands squeeze and grope your tits. Fingers pull on your nipples. One of
the hands slowly twist your breasts within its grip.

It hurts. You moan and stroke faster.

“Good, Fucktoy,” a man’s voice says.

Fucktoy! That is your name. Hearing it sends a shiver down your spine and
to your pussy.

The hands let go of your tits. You whimper in disappointment. The pain was
bringing you so close to climax.

SLAP! A powerful slap comes from nowhere and strokes your breast.

“Ow!” you cry but you do nothing to cover your breast. Your hands are too
busy stroking.

SLAP! Another slap strikes your breasts. A stinging sensation spreads

across your tit but you keep stroking.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! More slaps strike your tits. Blinded by the mask, you
never see them coming. The slaps sting your breasts and make you cry out
but you don’t try to dodge them.

He keeps slapping your breasts and you keep getting closer to orgasm. You
are so damn close. Your fingers stroke and plunge inside your soaking
pussy but you are still on the verge of climax. The slaps help as the pain
makes you clench tighter. Maybe one more slap will send you over the
edge.

“Come.” The voice says and he grabs your hand. Is he ordering you to
climax? No, he is dragging you to the ground.

You happily follow. You are blind but you can feel his body as it lies down.
He guides your hand to his cock and you hold onto it. You climb onto his
body and push his cock inside you.

Yes! That is what you needed. Oh God, you are so close now!

“Fuck me, Fucktoy,” the man says.

You do. Your hips slide back and forth as you fuck him. You grab your
slapped breast with one hand and keep stroking yourself with the other.
Back and forth you fuck his cock as you get ever so closer to that elusive
orgasm.

The man groans. His cock throbs inside you. He grabs one of your tits and
his fingers sink in. You wince from the pain and groan from the pleasure.

“Climax,” he commands.

You instantly do. Pleasure shoots through your body like a rocket. You
scream and your voice fills the room.

You don’t stop fucking him. You grind on him like a wild animal. You are
insatiable.

“Come again,” he commands.

You do. It is just that easy. Your climax hits you and you scream again.

He groans and his hips lift you up. “Quick, swallow me!”

You jump off his body with amazing speed. Your head plunges down and
even though you can’t see him, you suck his cock into your mouth on the
first try. His cock hits the back of your throat and you taste your pussy on
him.

Strange thoughts enter your mind. Who is this man to order you around like
this? Why are you so quick to obey? How did you come so fast?
You push the thoughts away. They are meaningless. You are a fucktoy and
all that matters are his commands.

The cock comes in your mouth. With the first squirt of seed, you climax.
Another load enters your mouth and you come again. He keeps ejaculating
and you climax with every fresh load.

You greedily suck on his cock. Every drop is another orgasm. When it is
spent, you hungrily lick it to try to bring it back to life.

“Enough, Fucktoy,” the man says and you reluctantly let his cock fall from
your mouth.

You are still aroused. Your body is on fire with desire. You need cock. You
need pussy. You need fingers and mouths.

Something slips around your neck. You barely notice it as you stroke
yourself.

“Follow,” the man commands and there is a tug on your neck. Oh, he put a
leash on you. That’s good. You need to be led.

You stand up and follow the leash. The man leads you out of the room of
masks and back into the hallway. You can’t see but you keep walking. You
also keep stroking your needy pussy.

“I want to introduce you to the rest of the house,” the man says. “They will
appreciate your new face.”

You smile. You hope they appreciate your mouth, ass and pussy as well.

The fucking end.

The left door with the men’s voices.

You slide the bolt on the door. It doesn’t move easily and you use both
hands. Once the bolt is slid, you push on the door. It is heavy and creaks as
it slowly opens.

Candles illuminate a large room. There are two tables in the center of the
room. On each table is a naked man. The man on the right is pale with a
chubby frame and short black hair. The one on the left is large and muscular
with long blonde hair. Ropes hang from the ceiling and are wrapped around
the men’s arms and legs. They look like puppets lying on their back.

You give a quick glance to the rest of the room. On one wall are dozens of
paddles. Another wall holds various dildoes. There is a shelf with seven
distinct kinds of modern lubricants.

Yep, this is a sex dungeon. It is about time you found one in this house.

“Miss! Thank God you found us!” the chubby man says.

“Please! Let us go before they come back and punish us!” the muscular man
says.

“Punish you for what?” you ask.

“We were trying to escape,” the chubby man says. “We’ve been trapped
here for years!”

“Against your will?” you ask.

“Well,” the chubby man says and his voice trails off.

“Not at first, okay?” the muscular man says. “I agreed to play servant
because I am kind of kinky and there is some great sex here. It just gets old
after a while, right? Carl and I thought we would make a run for it.”
“And you got caught,” you say.

Both men nod miserably. “Who knows what they will do to us!” the chubby
man says. “Please let us go and we can all escape together!”

“Hmm,” you say. The ropes have your interest. Where do they go? They
lead up to the ceiling, go through a series of pulleys and then come down on
the far wall. There is a group of wheels and handles. The wheels have
numbers painted on them.

“Will you help us, miss?” the muscular man says.

There is a sign by the wheels. It shows stick figures in various positions,

along with wheel numbers and number of turns.

“We know where they keep the money,” the chubby guy says. “We could
take some on the way out if you want.”

You read the numbers of a stick figure that is standing up. Using the guide,
you turn the wheel labeled ‘three’, six times and then you turn the wheel
labeled ‘seven’, four times.

There is a creaking sound. The chubby man is raised into the air. As you
finish turning the wheel, he slowly rotates into an upright position.

“Amazing,” you say. Your impression about puppets were correct. There is
a separate set of wheels for both men. With the guide’s help, you could
move them into almost any position.

The chubby man looks concerned. The muscular man bites his lip. “Please,
miss, there isn’t much time. I can tell by your robe that you are a house
guest. If they catch you up here, they are going to do the same to you so you
better let us go. We can all escape and get out of here.”

That sounds entirely reasonable so why are you so hesitant to let them go?
Is it because they are tied up to an interesting machine and you have a vivid
imagination? Is it because they both have nice cocks? Or is it because they
are helpless and you want to take advantage of that?

You frown. This is much darker than you usually think. Well, maybe you
have had fantasies like this before but you haven’t ever acted on them. Then
again, you have never had two men bound and at your mercy before.
Perhaps you were always this cruel and never had a chance to show it.

Conflicting feelings swarm within you. You want to fuck them. You want to
hurt them. A small part of you wants to escape this house with them and get
away from all of this.
Which feeling will you give in to?

I am going to free them and help them escape.

I am going to fuck them while they are tied up.

I am going to use these paddles and other items to hurt them.

The right door with the women’s voices.

You pull on the sliding bolt. It sticks and you have to use both hands. It
slides slowly but you make it work. You push on the door and it is heavy. It
also creeks as it opens.

The room is dark and lit by a roaring fireplace. A large table sits in the
center of the room. Two women are naked and bound to the table. They are
bound spread-eagle on the table with their heads at opposite ends. Their
spread legs are tied to each other at the ankles. They form a mirror image of
each other in positions, even though the one on the left is dark and Hispanic
while the one on the right is pale and blonde.

As you get closer, you see more details. A machine of some kind sits on the
table between their legs. A dildo protrudes form either side, extending out
and aimed at each of their sexes.

That is not all that connects them. Clamps bite into each of their nipples.
Slender chains connect the clamp of one woman’s nipple to the other
woman’s nipple. The chains are taut and any move would cause the other
clamp to pull.

“Thank goodness that you are here!” the Hispanic woman says. “Please,
rescue us!”

“Hurry, before they come back!” the blonde woman says.

“Who are you?” you ask. You come over to them. Both are sweating.

“We’re prisoners here!” the blonde woman says. “Our car broke down and
we came to the house to ask for help. They took our clothes and gave us
robes just like the one you are wearing!”

“That was six months ago!” the Hispanic woman says. “They have kept us
here ever since! They fuck us and make us do terrible things!”
“Terrible sex things!” the blonde woman says.

You look down on the table. Metal cuffs hold their arms and legs. There
doesn’t appear to be locks or a way to open them.

There is something odd about the place near their heads. There are two dips
on either side and the dips are padded. You are not sure what they are for
until you realize it would be a perfect place to rest your knees if someone
were to sit on their faces.

“Over here on the other side,” the Hispanic woman says. “There is a control
panel. Push the red button and it will let us go!”

You walk over to the other side. The control panel is quite large. There are
switches and dials for both sides of the table. Two of the dials are marked
‘anal’ while two more dials are marked ‘fucker’. There is a button labeled
‘needle’ and another button marked as ‘ice’. Some of the switches don’t
have labels. There are two matching red buttons on either side of the
console.

“What are they doing to you, here?” you ask.

The Hispanic woman shrugs. She winces as the clamps pull on her large
tits. The blonde woman cries out as the clamps pull on her small tits.
“Sorry!” the Hispanic woman says.

“Look, they are going to be back any moment,” the blonde woman says.
“Let us go and we can answer any of your questions while we get out of
here. We know a way out and working together, I think we can all escape.”

“Yes,” the Hispanic woman says. “Help us get free before they do to you
what they have been doing to us!”

That sounds entirely reasonable so why are you so hesitant to let them go?
Is it because the control panel looks cruel and fun and you want to try some
of the buttons? Is it because they are both pretty? Or is it because they are
helpless and you want to take advantage of that?
You frown. This is much darker than you usually think. Well, maybe you
have had fantasies like this before but you haven’t ever acted on them. Then
again, you have never had two women bound and at your mercy before.
Perhaps you were always this cruel and never had a chance to show it.

Conflicting feelings swarm within you. You want to fuck them. You want to
hurt them. A small part of you wants to escape this house with them and get
away from all of this before you do things that you will certainly enjoy but
might come to regret.
Which feeling are you going to listen to?

I let them go so we can all escape.

I want to take advantage of their helpless bodies and sit on their cute faces.

I want to hurt them while I use them.

I am going to free them and help them escape.

Yes, this is the right thing to do. Sure, you groped a ghost and fucked the
face of a trapped person in the hallway, but that isn’t like you. It is this
house. It has corrupted you. The best way to fight it is to help others.

“How do I set you free?” you ask. “The rope looks really thick and I’m not
good with knots.”

“Just use the purple lever, miss,” the muscular one says. “There is one for
each of us.”

You see them. Grabbing them both, you pull the handles at the same time.

The knots unravel. You watch in amazement as the rope moves on its own.
Of course, a haunted house would have haunted rope.

The men jump off the tables. “Thank you, miss!” the chubby one says. “We
owe you one!”

“You mean two, right, Carl?” the muscular one says.

Carl laughs and looks at you strangely. He is leering at you. “Two hard
thick ones, Sven,” he says.

“Wait a minute,” you say, backing away. “Shouldn’t we be escaping?”

“Nah,” Sven says as he grabs your arm. You try to pull away but he is too
strong for you. “Why would we want to run away when we get first dibs on
a hot piece of ass like you?”

“You tricked me!” you yell.

“Fuck, yeah,” Carl says as he grabs your other arm. Despite his fat, he is
nearly as strong as Sven. Together they pull you easily to one of the tables.
Working together, they stripe the robe from your body. They pick you up
and drop you on the table.

“Why are you doing this!” you yell.

“The butler told us to test you,” Sven says. He forces your wrists down on a
piece of rope. The rope coils around your wrist and ties itself into a tight
knot.

“She wanted to see if you were weak, and you were,” Carl says. He forces
your other arm to another piece of rope and it ties itself quickly around your
wrist.

“I can’t believe you fell for it,” Sven says. He presses your legs to separate
pieces of rope and they bind you. “We gave you that sad story and you
believed it? Why the fuck would anyone want to run away from this? You
know how much pussy I get a day? And I’m just a fucking manservant.”

“What?” you say, still too stunned to say much else.

“That’s right miss,” Carl says. “You are about to get fucked by the help.”

You yell and struggle against your bounds. The rope holds you tightly. You
can wiggle and squirm but that is it.

Carl pulls more rope to your body. A length coils around your waist.
Another length coils under your shoulders. More rope wraps around your
thighs.

Sven walks over to the handles. He spins a few wheels and your body is
lifted from the table. The ropes keep moving and your arms and legs are
drawn upwards. Your body is swung around to between the two tables.

“This is a pleasant view,” Carl says and he steps up to your face. He has his
hard cock in hand. “Open up,” he says.
You grimace and keep your lips shut. Carl smiles and pinches your nipple.
His fingernails dig into your tender flesh. Just when it becomes too much to
bear, he gives your nipple a savage twist.

“Fuck!” you yell and then Carl’s cock rams between your lips. You choke
but he keeps going until his balls resting on your face.

“Play nice or I will twist your tits off,” Carl says and you know he means it.

Strong hands grab your thighs and something presses against your pussy. It
is Sven and his cock enters your sex. The long girth fills you and you moan
onto Carl’s cock.

“There you go, miss,” Carl says.

“She’s already wet,” Sven says.

“Of course, she is,” Carl says. “The butler wouldn’t have tested her if she
wasn’t a slut like us.”

You burn with shame because you know it is true. What you did to the
ghost is proof of it, not to mention how you used the faces in the hall. This
kind of abuse turns you on but until now, you thought it only turned you on
when you were the abuser. Had you been wrong about your desires all
along?

Sven begins to fuck. As your suspended body hangs in the air, Sven pumps
your pussy with his cock. His pelvis slams into your buttocks as he fucks
you.

Carl does the same to your face. Holding onto your tits with his hands, his
hips thrust into your face. His cock bruises your lips as he uses you roughly.

You moan and take it. Your body swings in the air between two cocks. You
clench tightly around Sven’s cock while your throat relaxes around Carl’s.
Desire swells within you. Your pussy is incredibly wet. Your tongue works
hard to lick Carl’s cock. You surrender to your helplessness and take their
cocks.

“Fucking hell,” Carl says. “This slut is good.”

Sven grunts in response. He pounds your pussy faster.

“I’m glad this slut failed,” Carl keeps saying. “I much rather be fucking her
face then obeying her orders.”

Sven grunts again and slams your pussy harder.

“I think this slut prefers it this way too,” he says. “Aren’t I right, slut? You
love sucking a servant’s cock!”

You don’t say respond. Isn’t it enough that you are helpless? Isn’t it enough
that they are fucking you?

“Answer me,” Carl says with his cock deep in your throat. His fingers pinch
both of your nipples. “Say you love sucking servant cock!”

Twin bursts of pain assault your breasts. Tears spring to your eyes.

“I mmve muckmng mermant mok!” you cry with Carl’s thick cock in your
mouth.

He releases your nipples. “I know you do.”

Sven pulls out of your pussy. Your sex feels empty without him.

“Where are you going?” Carl asks.

“Get the lube,” Sven says.

Carl pulls out of your mouth and walks away. You gasp for air as your jaw
aches.
There is the spinning of wheels. The rope pulls your chest so you are sitting
up. Your legs are pulled outwards and spread. What are they planning?

Something wet hits your ass. It is lube. Carl smears it onto your ass. He
takes care to rub a lot of the lube onto your asshole.

“Oh shit,” you groan.

“I hope not,” Sven says as he steps behind you.

Carl steps in front of you. “This is a pleasant view too,” he says.

You moan as Carl steps between your legs. He guides his cock to your
pussy. He is not as big as Sven but fuck if he doesn’t feel good too. He
pushes inside you and you clench tightly around him.

Powerful hands force apart your buttocks. You whimper as the tip of Sven’s
hard cock presses against your asshole. He is too big but he keeps pushing
and your tight little ring expands to take him. He stretches your asshole
until his cock finally slips in.

“Fuck, shit!” you cry out. You are impaled on two cocks. Sven’s cock
throbs inside your asshole. Carl’s cock thrusts inside your pussy.

“You like it,” Carl says.

Shame rushes to your face. You do like it.

Sven slides in and out of your ass very slowly. His immense girth opens
your ass. You think that you can’t take it but he proves you wrong with
every thrust.

“Say you like it,” Carl commands. He stares at your jiggling tits as he fucks
your pussy.

“I like it,” you admit. There is no use denying it.

Sven’s cock keeps fucking your ass. Carl’s cock keeps pounding your
pussy.

“Say you want it,” Carl commands.

“I want it,” you confess.

You tighten around Carl’s cock. Your back arches to take more of Sven’s
cock up your ass.

“Say you love it!” Carl commands.

“I love it!” you scream and you do.

Sven grunts. There is a rush of hot seed in your ass. Sven’s cock pulses as it
shoots load after load deep into your ass.

Carl shakes as his climaxes. Another gush of seed enters your pussy. His
cock quivers as he empties himself inside you.

Being filled sends you over the edge. You climax, clenching hard on both
cocks as you come. Pleasure courses through your body and you feel
yourself drifting on a cloud of pleasure.

No wait, you’re just drifting on the ropes that are you holding you up.

Both men pull out of you. Carl cleans up while Sven goes over to the
wheels. He turns a handle and the ropes move your body. You are returned
to the table although you are still bound.

“What happens now?” you ask.

“Now the whole house will take turns with you,” Carl says. “First will be
the Lord and Lady of the house, followed by the other residents. Once they
have each had a turn with you, then the servants get a turn. After that, some
of the other things that dwell here will probably come by and use you. And
after every living and unliving thing in the house has fucked you, well,
that’s up the butler to decide what happens next.”

You shudder on the table. Seed flows from your pussy and ass. It sounds
like you have many endless nights of ravishing inside this haunted house
ahead of you.

The helpless end.

I am going to fuck them while they are tied up.

“No, I think you are just fine where you are,” you say.

You walk back over to them and stand between them. They look at you with
fear in their eyes. Their cocks are both hard and twitching.

“Don’t you want to escape the house?” the chubby one says.

You grab his cock. He groans as you squeeze. His cock pulses in your hand.

“What’s your name, again?” you ask.

“Carl,” he says.

You reach for the muscular guy’s cock. It is hot in your hand and twitches
as you squeeze it.

“Sven,” he says without asking.

“What is it about this house that makes you want to leave so badly?” you
ask as you stroke both of their cocks.

They both groan. Their hips rise to fuck your hand. Neither of them are
answering your question.

You let go of their dicks. “I’m waiting,” you say.

They look at each other. There is fear in their eyes. What aren’t they telling
you?

“It’s the butler,” Carl says. “There is something wrong about her.”

“Shut up, Carl,” Sven says. “She’ll hear you.”

Carl closes his mouth.

You grab both of their dicks. They both groan. You start stroking them both.

“Tell me more about the butler,” you say.

They groan from your stroking but they don’t talk.

“First one to answer gets my mouth,” you say.

It only takes three more strokes. “She is the oldest one here,” Sven says.
“She never ages. She has powers. There is a Lord and Lady but the butler
calls all of the shots.”

“Good boy,” you say. You let go of Carl’s dick and dip your head down
towards Sven’s. Your lips open and you take half of his length into your
mouth.

“Oh yes!” Sven cries. His cock pulses in your mouth. He tries to thrust into
your mouth but the ropes hold him down.

You chuckle with his cock in your mouth. You slide your mouth up and
down as your tongue tastes him. Your tongue explores the ridges and veins
of his dick.

“I can tell you things, too,” Carl says.

You wiggle your ass in Carl’s direction as you keep sucking on Sven. You
take more of him into your throat. Your cheeks pucker as you suck down
hard.

Sven groans and his cock pulses wildly in your mouth.

“I know she isn’t human!” Carl says. “I have seen her vanish and change
shape! I watched her squeeze a man’s entire body into her vagina and then
she just laughed about it!”
You pull your mouth from Sven’s cock and turn to Carl. “Are you shitting
me?”

“No, miss,” Carl says, looking you straight in the eyes. He looks very
sincere.

“Hmm,” you say. It sounds unbelievable but so was the ghost you groped
earlier. Why couldn’t it be true?

Well, the butler might be something supernatural but it doesn’t change how
you feel. You still want to fuck.

“Good boy,” you say to Carl and then you lower your mouth onto his cock.
He cries out as you swallow all of him into your throat. Your tongue swirls
slowly over him, once, twice, three times before you pull your head back up
and let his cock fall from your lips.

“Jesus,” Carl groans as you walk away. His cock twitches helplessly; shiny
with your spit.

You walk over to the wheels and the guide chart. Several ideas come to
mind. You decide on something direct and cruel.

“Who wants to fuck my pussy?” you ask.

“I do!” they both say at the same time.

“Who wants it more?” you ask.

“I’ll be your servant for a week if you let me!” Sven says.

“He’s lying! We don’t decide who we serve!” Carl says. “I can promise to
eat your pussy any time we are not being watched!”

“I’ll eat your pussy and your ass!” Sven yelled.

“Your bid, Carl,” you say.

Carl licks his lips. “I’ll eat your pussy really good?”

“Sven it is,” you say and you turn a wheel.

The ropes pull Sven to an upright sitting position. He cries out as his arms
are pulled behind his back. His legs are pulled together and tightly bound.

You walk back over to him. You slip your robe from your shoulders and it
falls to the ground. Sven smiles as you climb up onto the table. You face
him and lower yourself onto his lap. He gasps as you guide his cock inside
you.

“Yes,” Sven groans.

You rock back and forth. His cock is large but you are wet and ready for
him. He fills you in all the right places.

Carl whimpers from his table. His cock twitches uselessly.

You place your hands on Sven’s broad chest. Powerful muscles ripple under
his skin. He tries to thrust into you but the ropes hold him tightly.

“Does it feel good?” you ask him.

“Yes, miss,” Sven says. He is breathing hard.

You hump him faster. Your fingers sink into his shoulders as you fuck him.
You slide up and down his throbbing cock as the ropes hold him.

“Oh God,” Sven groans. His eyes go to your tits.

“Do you want to kiss them?” you ask.

Sven nods.
Would it be more fun to deny him, or to grant his wish? Both are tempting.
Simply knowing that it is your choice and he can’t do anything about it is
sexiest part.

You decide to be merciful. You lean forward and lift a breast for his mouth.

Sven takes your nipple into his mouth. His lips close around you and his
tongue flicks your nipple. He closes his eyes and moans in bliss.

You turn and face Carl. Your eyes lock and you see his despair. He wants
you so badly and yet you have denied him.

It makes your pussy clench tighter. These two men are at your mercy. They
each want you. Whether they fuck or come is completely up to you.

“Tell me when you are close to coming,” you tell Sven.

He nods with your breast in your mouth.

You bounce harder on his cock. Your own orgasm is almost here. This
strange night has turned you on to new heights of arousal.

Your orgasm comes quickly. You groan and shudder on Sven’s cock. You
come and bliss shoots through your body. A surge of power follows the
pleasure and you feel like you could conquer the world.

“I’m close, miss,” Sven says. He releases your breast from his mouth and
breathes hard. His cock pulses inside you.

You stand up. His cock falls out of your slick pussy. Sven cries out in
disappointment.

“What? Why?” he groans as his cock pulses.

You look down at him and shrug. “Because I can.” You climb off the table.
Sven lets out a wail of sorrow and lust. You don’t look back as you walk
over to Carl’s bound body.

“Would you like me to fuck you?” you ask Carl. You grab a hold of Carl’s
cock and stroke him.

“Yes, please, yes!” Carl says.

You climb up onto the table. It is tempting to turn the wheels and move him
into a new position but you are too turned on for that. You just want to fuck
now.

Carl stares at you in worship as you climb onto his cock. He moans as you
guide his cock into you. He shudders and groans with pleasure as you settle
your weight onto his lap.

“Oh no,” Sven says and you look over at him. His cock twitches and then it
ejaculates. A fountain of seed shoots into the air and lands on his legs.

You laugh. “Poor baby,” you say. How terrible for him. He wasn’t kidding
when he said that he was close.

Carl didn’t see it; he only has eyes for you. You like that. It feels proper.

You lean forward and rest your body on him. Your hips grind with his cock
trapped inside. Your breasts are pressed flat against his chest and he keeps
trying to look at them.

“You better come before I do,” you say. “Because as soon as I get off, I am
getting off you.”

Carl swallows. “Yes, miss.”

“And if you do come, I’m going to keep fucking you,” you say. “I don’t
care how sensitive you become. I am fucking you until I come again.”

“Yes, miss,” Carl says again.

You like the sound of that. Obedience is a turn-on. You grind harder on his
cock. Your pussy clenches tighter around him. You grab handfuls of his
chest hair as you ride him.

The sound of sex fills the room. There is no more to say. You want to come
and he wants to come before you do. Both of you are lost in your own heads
as your bodies grind and fuck.

After a few minutes, Carl begins to groan. He is trying to hide it for fear
that you will stop him like you did Sven.

You don’t care. You are close too.

He cries out. A flood of seed fills your sex.

You keep grinding. Carl groans and then winces. You don’t stop.

“Oh God,” Carl groans. He pulls but the ropes hold him down. His hips
wiggle as he tries to escape but there is nowhere to go. Not even his spent
cock can escape your tight pussy.

Carl winces but you keep fucking him.

“Yes!” you cry out when you finally come. The second orgasm is better
than the first. Pleasure overwhelms you and you shake on top of his trapped
cock.

“Very good,” a voice says.

You turn and see the butler. She is darker than you remember as her skin
almost blends into the darkness. Her short blond hair seems to glow with a
light of its own. The butler’s uniform is tight on her body and looks like it is
about to burst.

“Thank you,” you say as you dismount from Carl’s exhausted cock. You
make a move towards the robe but the butler is suddenly in front of you.
“Don’t wear that ugly thing,” the butler says, pointing to the robe. “Let us
get you some real clothes.”

She offers her hand and you take it. The butler guides you out of the room
without a second glance at the two bound men. You decide not to think of
them either.

“You have done very well,” the butler says. She keeps talking as she leads
you down one hallway and then another.

“You were not afraid of the pentagram and you enjoyed yourself with
Cynthia. You took advantage of the Hall of Mouths when others would have
been too modest or kind. When you were presented with two bound men,
you used them as you wished. Not many would have done what you have
done tonight.”

“You talk like this was some kind of test,” you say.

The butler turns to face you. Her smile holds a secret. “This house is always
a test,” she says. “Here we are.”

She opens a door into a bedroom. It is quite impressive. A large bed

dominates the room but there is also a dresser, and a small table and chair
set. The room is decorated in a style that you have always fancied.

“What is this?” you ask.

“Your quarters,” the butler says. “You shall be staying on with us.”

“As a servant?” you ask. You think of what Carl and Sven said.

“No,” the butler says. “You have been granted full rights as a resident of
this house. You shall have your own room, your own clothes and your own
time to torment and harass the servants as you wish.”
You walk over to the dresser and pull open a drawer. It is not surprising to
see clothes of your tastes inside.

“And what do you want from me?” you ask.

“I want you to indulge,” the butler says. “I want you to take what you want
from those willing and unwilling to give it. I want you soak in the house
and discover your purpose here, whatever it is. Some take on jobs that suit
them like the Gardener, while others merely exist to fuck and dominate. It is
up to you.”

This is unreal. Hours ago, you were driving somewhere that seemed so
important. Now you are being invited into a house you barely understand to
engage in sexual desires that frighten and excite you. It is a lot to take in.”

“Do you accept the invitation?” the butler asks. She is naked now. When
did she take off her clothes? Her body is dark except for the golden pubic
hair between her legs. Something within the hair shines with its own light.

“I accept,” you say. There is really no choice. Your old life is meaningless
compared to what is being offered.

“Then you must seal the deal,” the butler says and crooks her finger at you.

You walk forward and then drop to your knees. The golden bush waits for
you. You press your face into the hair smell the potent musk of her sex. You
open your mouth and lick.

Pussy juice flows into your mouth but so does something else. Power flows
into you. Strength fills your body. Cruelty fills your mind and pushes out
useless thoughts like compassion and doubt. Your darkest desires bubble to
the surface and your old inhibitions melt away.

The butler grabs your head and presses you tightly against her sex. She
grinds against your mouth and humps your face. The force of her pelvic
thrusts bruises your lips.
You keep licking. This feels right. You are about to join in a lifetime of
ravishing others who enter this haunted house but first, you must give your
submission to the true mistress of the house.

The gratifying end.

I am going to use these paddles and other items to hurt them.

“You said you were here to be punished, right?” you say.

“Yes,” the muscular one says uneasily.

“Then let’s get to it,” you say.

You select a position from the chart and start spinning wheels. The ropes
pull and tug the men into positions. Both are lifted up and rolled over so
they face the ground. They bend at the waist and their arms are pulled
roughly back. The ropes keep them hovering in the air until they look like
they are bent over with their asses facing you.

“Please, miss! Don’t do this! They will be back at any moment!” the
chubby one says.

“Your name was Carl, right?” you ask.

“Yes, miss.”

“Well Carl, if they do come back, and you never said whom exactly so I
doubt anyone is really coming, then they will see me administering your
punishment. I doubt they will be upset.”

The muscular one snorts. “She’s figured you out, Carl.”

“Shut up, Sven!” Carl snaps.

You walk over to the paddles. There are quite a few. Should you pick a
small one or a big one? The big one might be harder to swing but the little
one might not hurt much. You split the difference and pick up a slender thin
one.

“Don’t do this, miss!” Carl says. “Please!”

“You keep telling me what to do,” you say as you step behind Carl. His
plump ass clenches as he waits for your paddle swing.

WHAP! You swing the paddle into his ass. Carl jumps but the ropes hold
him tight. A red shape forms on his butt from where you hit him.

That felt good. You pull back for another swing.

WHAP! Carl hisses in pain as a second red line forms on his ass.

WHAP! You hit a little bit lower this time. Carl’s pelvis thrusts forward as
if trying to avoid the pain burning in his ass.

You think you have the hang of the paddle now.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! Carl squirms and wiggles as you rain
spanks on his butt. Red outlines form on his clenching ass.

The robe feels too constrictive. It tugs on your arms when you swing. You
stop to take the robe off. There, that is much better.

“Fuck!” Carl yells as you pause to undress. You notice that he isn’t telling
you what to do anymore.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! You keep paddling his ass. Every hit of
his chubby butt is a delight. He dances within the bounds of the rope but he
can’t avoid your swings.

“Shit, shit, shit!” Carl cries.

You glance at Sven. He has been watching it all. His long cock is hard and
throbbing.

“I see you approve,” you say to Sven as you walk over to him.

“You have great form,” he says.

“Really?” you ask him as you grab his cock. He moans as you tug on his
thick dick. “Is it my paddling you admire or my naked body?”

Sven gulps. He doesn’t seem sure how to answer.

“You’re taking too long,” you say as you let go of his cock. You step behind
him and admire his fit ass. Muscles ripple as they clench in anticipation.

“Your body!” Sven says.

“Too late,” you say.

WHAP! The paddle collides into Sven’s bottom. He flinches from the
spank. A crisp red outline forms on his tight ass.

“Shit!” Sven yells. He is much louder than Carl.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! You slam the paddle back into his ass. Sven
screams with each hit.
“You have a low threshold for pain,” you say.

“Yes, miss!” Sven gasps.

“Good,” you say and you hit him twice as hard. WHAP!

Sven yells again. He pulls hard on the ropes. The pulleys creak and ropes
vibrate but they hold fast.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! You tear into Sven’s ass. His cries are
music to your ears. Red lines form on his ass and soon they are covered
with them.

You stop swinging. Your heart is pounding. Excitement courses through

you. You place your hand on your sex and it is soaking wet.

Sven is gasping. You reach around for his cock. It is even harder than
before. Your slick fingers squeeze and Sven moans.
“Poor baby,” you say as you stroke his thick cock.

Sven moans something unintelligible.

Still holding onto his cock, you tap his ass lightly with the paddle. TAP!

“Shit!” Sven cries out as his cock throbs in your hand.

You stroke a little faster. Sven groans again.

TAP! You smack the paddle against the reddest part of his ass.

“Fuck!” Sven yells again. His cock is pulsing wildly in your hand.

You laugh and let go of his cock. Sven shudders as you walk away. Is he
disappointed or relieved? Most likely both.

You walk over to the wall of paddles and return your paddle. The dildoes
catch your eye and you walk over to them. You are drawn to a black one. It
is large and would feel great between your legs.

“Please, Miss,” Carl says. “I am not telling you what to do as much as I am

begging for you to tell me what you want. We’ll do anything if you let us
go. Right, Sven?”

“Yes!” Sven says. “We’ll fuck you anyway you want!”

“That’s sweet, boys,” you say. “But I am already fucking you the way I
want.”

You walk over to Carl with the dildo in hand. His eyes grow wide with fear.
He is desperately trying to close his legs but the ropes won’t let him.

“Open your mouth,” you tell Carl.

He quickly obeys. You place the black dildo into his mouth and push. His
eyes bulge as you fill his mouth with the dildo.

“Now suck,” you tell him.

Carl closes his lips and his cheeks pucker.

“Move your head back and forth,” you tell him. “Give the cock a good little
blowjob.”

Carl obeys. He bobs his head on the thick black cock.

As he does that, you snap your fingers towards Sven. “You, tell me about
this place. What are you? A cult?”

“No, miss,” Sven says. “This house is weird. All sorts of people come
across the house and never leave. I was in Wisconsin when I came across
the house and Carl was in Georgia. The house moves and I don’t know how
it does it.”

That sounds ridiculous, but so does groping a ghost inside a pentagram.

“Is this true?” you ask Carl.

He waits for you to take the dildo out of his mouth but you don’t. He nods
his head instead with the dildo still in his throat.

“Who owns this place?” you ask Sven.

“There is a Lord and a Lady but I don’t think they are in charge,” Sven
says. “The butler tells everyone what to do. She obeys the Lord and Lady,
but kind of sarcastically? You know what I mean?”

You think of the butler. She smiled in a way you didn’t trust. It was like she
knew something hilarious and it was about you.
“I do,” you say and you let go of the dildo in Carl’s mouth. “Don’t drop it,”
you tell him.

Carl’s eyes bulge as the dildo starts to slide from his mouth. He bites down
on it. It stops and he holds onto it.

Good, you hadn’t come up with a punishment yet if he dropped it.

You walk over to the wall of toys. There, that is what you are looking for. It
is a harness with a double-headed dildo on it. You strap it around your
waist, making sure the short end slips into your sex.

Grabbing a bottle of lube, you walk back over to the bound men.

“Now, who’s ass am I going to fuck?” you say.

Carl tries to say something but the dildo in his mouth gags him. You watch
him debate spitting out the cock to talk. If he does, you decide that it will be
his ass.

“Please, miss, not me,” Sven says. “I have never had that done to me
before.”

“Oh, well that settles that then,” you say as you step behind Sven.

“Oh God, no!” Sven says as you squirt lube onto his muscular ass. He
winces as you rub the lube over his welts. It won’t help the dildo go in, but
you like touching his butt.

“Tell me a secret about the house,” you say.

“The Librarian told me that the house is called the House of Bliss in some
of the older books!” Sven says.

You pour some lube onto your thumb and rub it onto Sven’s asshole. His
powerful ass muscles clench tightly and you have to work to rub the lube
onto his ass.
“That isn’t much of a secret,” you say. “Try again.”

“Lady Morley isn’t a real lady,” Sven says. “She was just a hooker before
she came to the house.”

“Never met her,” you say as you rub lube onto the dildo. “Last chance. Tell
me a good secret or it is your ass.”

“Shit!” Sven says. “Wait, let me think. Okay, I confess. We weren’t caught
trying to escape.”

Carl makes an angry sound with the dildo in his mouth. He looks furious at
Sven.

“The butler told us to come here and pretend to be captured,” Sven said.
“She said the same to two of the maids in the other punishment room. The
butler told us to lie and try to get you to let us go. She wanted to see what
you would do.”

“Why?” you ask. You press the tip of the strap-on to Sven’s tight ass.

Carl spits out the dildo. “Shut the fuck up, Sven!”

“You shut up!” you snap at Carl. “Keep talking, Sven.”

He whimpers. “I don’t know she told us to do it! She just said that if you let
us go, we would get to have you to do what we want!”

“Oh, so you two were planning to fuck me over?” you ask.

Sven doesn’t say anything. That’s okay, you know the answer.

You walk over to Carl. He stares at the slick dildo bouncing on your strap-
on.
“No, no, please!” Carl says. “You don’t understand! The butler could have
us killed, literally!”

You step behind Carl and spread his ass cheeks. His asshole isn’t lubed but
that’s fine with you. The lube on your dildo will have to do. You grab your
faux-cock and press it against his asshole.

“Fuck!” Carl yells. He clenches tightly but it doesn’t matter. The thick dildo
slowly opens his ass and pushes into him.

You grab Carl by his short hair and yank his head back. “Is this what you
were going to do to me?” you ask. “Were you going to fuck my ass?”

The dildo slips deep inside Carl’s ass. Whatever he was going to say
changes to a scream.

You release his hair and grab his hips. When you thrust into Carl’s ass, the
dildo inside you pushes back into you. When you slide back, it retreats a
little. You are fucking Carl’s ass and yourself at the same time.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Carl moans as you fuck his ass.

“it’s nothing personal,” Sven says. “We all fuck each other here! The
servants get fucked. The residents fuck each other and they fuck us.
Sometimes if a resident breaks a rule, the servants get to fuck them over! It
is what we do!”

You snort as you fuck Carl’s ass. “I can see the appeal.”

Carl groans and you fuck him faster. Sven watches with a mixture of lust
and dread in his eyes. You blow a kiss to Sven as you keep fucking Carl’s
ass.

A feeling of empowerment sweeps over you. This is amazing. The dildo

inside you is good but what really pushes you over the edge is the fact that
you are dominating two men at the same time. The power is intoxicating
and arousing at the same time.
Carl whimpers as you plunge deep inside his ass. Should you feel bad? You
don’t. Who knows what they planned to do to you? He is just upset that you
are fucking him first.

“Oh shit,” Carl cries. “Shit, shit, shit,” he babbles.

The dildo drives deeper into his ass but also deep inside you. The dildo is
almost secondary to your pleasure. You are getting off on Carl’s cries, his
struggles and Sven’s staring.

You climax. The orgasm comes fast and you shake from head to toe. Your
body quivers around the dildo and against Carl’s bound body.

Fuck, you are nearly in a daze. You pull out of Carl’s ass. He says
something but you don’t hear it. Your heart is pounding and the aftershocks
of your orgasm is making it hard to stand.

“Allow me,” a voice says. A strong arm holds you up. You feel the buckles
of the strap-on being undone and it is gently removed from your body.

It is the butler. She is darker than you remember. Her skin is almost like the
night sky with no stars. There is a glow from her short blonde hair that
makes you feel warm. Her uniform is tight around her body as if it was
painted on.

“Thank you,” you say as you lean on her. “That took a lot out of me.”

The butler starts walking you to the door. “It happens here. Pleasure can
literally knock one out.”

“Wait, what about my robe?” you ask.

“Forget it, you have earned real clothes,” the butler says.

The two of you walk out of the room. The butler doesn’t spare a glance at
the two bound men. You decide not to think of them either.
“You have done very well,” the butler says. You regain your strength and
start walking on your own. She keeps talking as she leads you down one
hallway and then another.

“You were not afraid of the pentagram and you enjoyed yourself with
Cynthia. You took advantage of the Hall of Mouths when others would have
been too modest or kind. When you were presented with two bound men,
you used them as you wished. Not many would have done what you have
done tonight.”

“You talk like this was some kind of test,” you say.

The butler turns to face you. Her smile holds a secret. “This house is always
a test,” she says. “Here we are.”

She opens a door into a bedroom. It is quite impressive. A large bed

dominates the room but there is also a dresser, and a small table and chair
set. The room is decorated in a style that you have always fancied.

“What is this?” you ask.

“Your quarters,” the butler says. “You shall be staying on with us.”

“As a servant?” you ask. You think of what Carl and Sven said.

“No,” the butler says. “You have been granted full rights as a resident of
this house. You shall have your own room, your own clothes and your own
time to torment and harass the servants as you wish.”

You walk over to the dresser and pull open a drawer. It is not surprising to
see clothes of your tastes inside.

“And what do you want from me?” you ask.

“I want you to indulge,” the butler says. “I want you to take what you want
from those willing and unwilling to give it. I want you soak in the house
and discover your purpose here, whatever it is. Some take on jobs that suit
them like the Gardener, while others merely exist to fuck and dominate. It is
up to you.”

This is unreal. Hours ago, you were driving somewhere that seemed so
important. Now you are being invited into a house you barely understand to
engage in sexual desires that frighten and excite you. It is a lot to take in.”

“Do you accept the invitation?” the butler asks. She is naked now. When
did she take off her clothes? Her body is dark except for the golden pubic
hair between her legs. Something within the hair shines with its own light.

“I accept,” you say. There is really no choice. Your old life is meaningless
compared to what is being offered.

“Then you must seal the deal,” the butler says and crooks her finger at you.

You walk forward and then drop to your knees. The golden bush waits for
you. You press your face into the hair smell the potent musk of her sex. You
open your mouth and lick.

Pussy juice flows into your mouth but so does something else. Power flows
into you. Strength fills your body. Cruelty fills your mind and pushes out
useless thoughts like compassion and doubt. Your darkest desires bubble to
the surface and your old inhibitions melt away.

The butler grabs your head and presses you tightly against her sex. She
grinds against your mouth and humps your face. The force of her pelvic
thrusts bruises your lips.

You keep licking. This feels right. You are about to join in a lifetime of
ravishing others who enter this haunted house but first, you must give your
submission to the true mistress of the house.

The gratifying end.

I let them go so we can all escape.

Yes, you feel good about this decision. Sure, you groped a ghost and fucked
the face of a trapped person in the hallway, but that isn’t like you.
Something has corrupted you and given you these selfish thoughts. You
need to escape and these women will show you how.

You press both red buttons. The metal manacles pop open. The women are
free!

They both sit up and immediately pull the clamps from their nipples. They
wince together and then laugh.

“Thank you so much!” the blonde woman says. She climbs off the table and
opens her arms for a hug.

You hug her and her arms go tightly around you. She lifts you from your
feet and squeezes hard. Holy shit, she is strong! She hugs the air right out of
you and you gasp for breath.

“Got her!” the blonde woman says.

“I can’t believe she fell for it!” the Hispanic woman says behind you. She
grabs your arms and pulls them back. Fuck, she is just as strong as the
blonde!

“What is going on?” you yell.

“You got played,” the blonde says as she lets you go. The Hispanic woman
holds onto you as the blonde woman undoes the belt of your robe.

“There is no escape from this house,” the Hispanic woman says.

The two of them roughly strip the robe from your body. You try to fight but
their strength is incredible. They easily get you naked and then pick you up.
They carry you to the table and press you down. The manacles snap shut
around your arms and legs.

“Why are you doing this?” you yell. “I was trying to help you?”

“Thank you for that,” the Hispanic woman says. She grabs your breast and
gives it a good squeeze. “My name is Rose, and that is Mia.”

“Hey,” Mia says as she walks over to the control panel.

“What’s your name?” Rosa asks.

“My name is-OW!” You cry out as Rosa twists your nipple.

“Your name is Whore,” Rosa says. “And right now, Whore, I see you need a
nipple clamp.”

“Shit!” you yell. “No, no, no!”

Rosa ignores your cries and picks up a nipple clamp. She places it against
your nipple and clamps it. The teeth bite into your nipple and pain shoots
through your body.

“Fuck, shit!” you yell.

Rosa is already reaching for another clamp. “Guess what, Whore? The
second one hurts worse.”

She is right. Even though you are expecting it, you are still not prepared for
how intense it is when it pinches your nipple. Pain cascades through your
body and you struggle against the manacles. The struggling only makes it
worse as the clamps wobble on your tits.

“What should we do first?” Mia asks.

“I don’t know, wait a second,” Rosa says as she climbs off the table. The
two of them look at the control panel together.
“Why are you doing this to me?” you ask.

“The butler told us to,” Mia says.

“Yeah, Whore,” Rosa adds.

“She wanted to see if you were soft or weak,” Mia says. “And it looks like
you failed so we get to play with you.”

“Don’t forget to call her by her new name,” Rosa says.

“Right, it looks like you failed, Whore,” Mia says. “I’m trying this one.”

Mia presses a button. Something freezing cold touches your ass. You cry
out and lift your ass away from it. The clamps pull on your nipples as you
move.

“Shit!” you yell. “That’s cold!”

“That’s why it is labeled, ice, Whore,” Rosa says.

You can’t keep your ass in the air forever. The manacles don’t give you
much way in the room of movement. Before long, you have to sit back
down. The ice is still there. It feels like there is a block of ice as wide as
your ass under there.

“Fuck!” you yell again as you try to avoid the cold. Your endurance soon
gives out and you have to sit back down it.

The women laugh as you scream again. “Okay, let’s not wear her out too
soon,” Rosa says.

The cold goes away. One moment your ass is freezing and the next, the
table feels back to normal. How does the panel change the temperature so
quickly?
“Try this one, Whore,” Rosa says.

Something jabs your back. It feels like something sharp and pointy. You
jump and the clamp tugs on your nipples.

“Holy shit, did you see her jump?” Mia says. “Let me try.”

The sharp pokes hit the top of your thighs. You scream and lurch away from
it. The manacles hold you tightly as your poor nipples are once again
abused by the moving clamps.

“Let’s get serious and fill her whore cunt,” Rosa says.

The box between your legs begins to hum. You try to lift your head to see
what it is doing but you can’t see past your tits.

Something presses against your pussy lips. It must be the dildo you saw
earlier! It keeps pushing and slips inside of you. You can’t close your legs
and stop it. The dildo keeps going until it fills you.

You groan. The women laugh.

“Whore likes it,” Mia says. “Let’s set it on medium.”

The dildo thrusts inside of you. It pulls back and plunges back in. It is a
very mechanical motion as it slides in and out of your sex.

“Fuck,” you cry. It feels good. The dildo is thick and the speed is perfect.
After all that you have been through tonight, something thick between your
legs is just what you need.

Mia and Rosa do something to the side. They are shaking their fists at each
other while counting. Rosa’s fist extends two of her fingers while Mia keeps
her fist the same. Rosa curses and Mia turns to you.

“I’m first,” she says as she climbs up onto the table.

You gulp. You know what is coming. Mia swings her leg around and
straddles your head. Her knees sink down into the depressions you saw
earlier. The sight of her smooth pussy lips hover above your face before
plunging down.

Mia settles down onto your mouth. Her pussy presses against your lips. She
leans forward and your nose is buried in her sex. Strong thighs grip your
head.

“Start licking, or I pull the clamps,” Mia says.

You start licking right away. Your tongue goes into her and you taste her.
She is wet and juices flow into your mouth.

Mia moans. Her thighs tighten around you. She grabs your hair and holds
on as you eat her.

Meanwhile, the dildo continues to fuck you. The relentless pounding of

your sex drives you wild. The dildo plunges inside you at the same speed no
matter how much you wish it would go faster.

“Oh fuck, this whore knows how to eat pussy,” Mia moans.

Heat rises to your cheeks as you blush but you keep licking.

Rosa comes over. You wish that you could watch her but she moves out of
your sight. You feel her hands as they drag across your chest. She stops at
your breast and you wince as you wait for whatever she is going to do.

A tongue licks your areole, right beside the clamped nipple. Pleasure
conflicts with the pain you are feeling. The nimble tongue flicks your nipple
while it is still trapped between the clamp teeth.

You groan into Mia’s pussy.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Mia groans. “Right there, Whore! Right fucking there,
don’t you dare stop!”
You don’t. You lick and lick with all that you have. You lick as the dildo
fucks your pussy. You lick as Rosa teases your tender nipple. You lick as
you are trapped on the cruel table.

“Yes!” Mia cries out. She shakes on top of your face. Her pussy quivers
under your tongue. She tightens her thighs around your head until you feel
that you are about to burst.

Mia gets up quickly. You gasp for air as Mia rolls off your body. “Damn,
that was nice,” she says.

There is no time to breathe. Rosa is already climbing onto your face. Dark
thighs engulf your head as she lowers her bare sex to your lips. A soaking
wet pussy grinds onto your lips.

You go back to licking. Your jaw hurts but you keep going. There will be no
mercy from these ladies. The sooner that you get them off, the better.

The dildo fucks your pussy. How long has it been going? It feels like
forever. You hope it never stops.

“Damn, Whore,” Rosa says. “You do eat good pussy. You should have been
tied up a long time ago.”

Shame burns within you. You hate that she is talking down to you. It should
be you riding her face, right?

Rosa grinds your mouth. Dark thighs close tighter around you. Her hips
dance and sway as she uses her mouth.

Shit, what if she is right? You enjoyed dominating the ghost woman and the
heads in the hall, but what if this is your real purpose? Could you have had
delusions of dominance all along?

Mia moves closer to the two of you. She leans over and sucks on one of
Rosa’s dark nipples. She tenderly kisses it.
Jealousy rises inside you. No, you’re not jealous that Mia is showing
affection to Rosa. You are jealous that Rosa is enjoying a soft mouth while
your nipples receive nothing but clamps and pain.

Watching them brings something else to the fore. You feel your climax
coming. The dildo brings it closer with every thrust.

You come. It is a powerful orgasm and you shout into Rosa’s pussy. Your
back arches and the clamps pull on your nipples. You don’t care. There is
too much pleasure going through your body to even feel pain.

Rosa shudders and she lets out a tiny gasp. Her thighs quiver around. She
comes and more pussy juice flows down your throat.

Mia pulls Rosa off your body. The two collapse in a puddle together on the
side of the table. They kiss and grope and moan.

You listen helplessly as the dildo keeps fucking you. They have forgotten
about you. The clamps continue to bite you but they don’t care. They
whisper sweet things and touch intimate parts. You lay there ignored as
pussy juice dries on your face.

In time, they remember that you are there. One of them turns off the dildo
machine. It pulls out of your poor abused sex. Rosa leans over and takes the
clamps from your nipples. Blood rushes into your tender flesh and you
scream.

“What happens now?” you ask weakly. Your pussy feels like it has taken a
million fucks. Your nipples burn with a pain you can’t put into words. What
more can they possibly do to you?

“The rest of the house gets their turn,” Rosa says. “I imagine the Lord and
Lady will be first and they are not as nice as we are. Then the residents will
play with you. Once they have each had a turn with you, the servants will
get their chance. After that, some of the other things that dwell here will
probably come by and use you. If there is anything left of you, that’s up the
butler to decide what happens next.”

You shudder on the table. It sounds like you have many endless nights of
ravishing inside this haunted house ahead of you.

The helpless end.

I want to take advantage of their helpless bodies and sit on their cute
faces.

You leave the control panel. Most of the choices there look cruel. That isn’t
your mood right now. You walk over to the blonde woman and look at their
nipple clamps. Those need to go.

“What’s your name?” you ask as you take off her nipple clamps.

“Oh, thank you,” the blonde says. “My name is Mia.”

“My name is Rosa,” the Hispanic woman says.

You walk over to her and release her nipple clamps. Her nipples are stiff
and flushed.

“Why didn’t you press the red button?” Rosa asks.

You answer by dipping your head down and taking one of her sore nipples
into your mouth. Your lips seal around her breast and you lick gently.

“Oh!” Rosa moans.

“What’s happening?” Mia asks. “I can’t see!”

“She’s licking my nipple!” Rosa says. “Oh God, it feels good! Don’t stop!”

You don’t. Your tongue slowly circles her nipple as your mouth keeps
sucking.

“Fuck,” Rosa groans and her hips lift. She squirms within the manacles as
she tries to rub her tit in your face.

You stop sucking on her breast and give her a smile. You undo your robe
and pull it from your body. It falls to the floor and you climb up on the
table. You kiss Rosa’s leg as you crawl over to Mia’s body.
Mia is tense as you crawl over her body. You look down at her cute face and
lick your lips. When you bend down for a kiss, she smiles and opens her
mouth.

You kiss Mia as she is bound to the table. After the strangeness of tonight, it
is nice to just kiss someone. Your tongues dance together and your mouths
melt into one another.

“What’s going on?” Rosa asks but you two are too busy kissing to answer.

Eventually you break the kiss. You grin at her before turning around and
crawling back to Rosa’s bound body. You kiss Rosa’s thighs and the brown
woman shivers.

“What do they make you do here?” you ask as you keep kissing.

“We’re maids,” Rosa says. “They make us clean in these skimpy outfits that
barely cover us. We work all night and never get a chance to rest.”

“That’s all?” you ask as you kiss your way to Rosa’s sex. It is hairy and
soaked with desire. You give her pussy lips a single, long lick.

Rosa moans and doesn’t answer. That’s okay. You give her another lick and
then another.

“They fuck us, a lot,” Mia says. “They fuck us while we clean and they
fuck us if they catch us resting. Both men and women fuck us. It is
exhausting.”

You pause in your licking. “Who are they?” You go back to Rosa’s
delicious sex and keep licking.

Rosa moans. Mia does the talking.

“There are people here that the butler calls residents,” Mia says. “They live
here and give orders but I think they are trapped here too. No one ever
leaves. The residents boss the servants around and fuck them for
entertainment.”

You feel Rosa quivering under you. Her hips rise and fall as much as the
manacles will allow. She grinds her pussy into your face and you give her
another lick before sitting back up.

“Don’t stop,” Rosa groans.

You ignore her and crawl over to Mia. The blonde woman’s pelvis is lifting
from the table. You settle down between her legs and give her shaved sex a
single lick. She trembles wonderfully.

“You said no one leaves,” you say. “Are the doors locked? What’s keeping
you here? How did you plan to escape?”

You dive into Mia’s sex. She is wet and warm under your mouth. She
quivers with every lick and you are impressed by how strong her pussy
muscles are.

“The doors aren’t locked,” Rosa says since Mia is moaning too much to
answer. “But there are things out there. The trees are wicked. The Cook told
me to watch out for the lawn gnomes. There is also the Brute.”

You pause in licking Mia. The bound woman whimpers as you stop.

“Brute?” you say. “What is that?”

Mia trembles and you don’t think it is with desire.

“No one will tell us,” Rosa says. “But they say it lives in the cellar and it is
bad, real bad. No one come back from the cellar. They say the Brute
sometimes wonders the outside of the house, looking for anyone dumb
enough to leave it.”

“Stop talking about the Brute,” Mia says. “I saw it once and it is worse than
you think. Trust me, and don’t ask me to talk about it.”
“Sure,” you say and you slip your fingers into Mia. She moans and you
stroke her to calm her down.

“If going outside is so bad, how were you two going to escape?” you ask.

Mia stops moaning and Rosa doesn’t say anything at first. They are both
quiet. Why are they suddenly shy?

“We weren’t trying to escape,” Rosa says.

“No, don’t say anything!” Mia snaps.

You pull your fingers out of Mia. “Don’t say what?”

“Don’t do it!” Mia snaps.

You get annoyed. You crawl over Mia’s face and sit on it, facing towards
Rosa. Mia protests but you grind into her face. She stops trying to talk and
starts licking instead. Her nimble tongue rapidly licks you.

“Oh fuck,” you groan. For a moment, you forget there was a question.

“The butler tied us up and told us to try to get you in here,” Rosa says. “She
wanted to know what you would do with two naked women.”

Mia licks harder and you shudder on top of her face. “Why?” you gasp.

“The butler didn’t say,” Rosa says. “She said if we could talk you into
releasing us, then we would get a reward.”

“What reward?” you ask. Mia keeps eating your pussy. Her hips grind as if
she wants you to touch her. You decide not to since she didn’t want Rosa to
talk.

“She said we could tie you to the table,” Rosa admits. “I’m sorry but we
don’t get many chances to dominate someone. If you had let us go, we
would have strapped you to the table and fucked you.”

You groan. There is no doubt that they would have. It is the same reason
that you didn’t release them; having someone in your power is too
tempting.

Were you always this selfish? Maybe. Tonight, you are in a certain mood.
You are reveling in your control of these two helpless women. Your pussy
has never been this wet.

“I’m really sorry,” Rosa says.

“You’ll make it up to me,” you groan and you crawl off Mia’s face.

“I’m sorry, too!” Mia says.

You laugh and crawl over to Rosa’s body. She smiles as you climb onto her
face. Again, you make sure to face the center of the table so you can watch
both ladies.

Rosa greedily licks your pussy. You settle onto her face and she opens her
mouth wide. Her nose is buried in your pussy and she doesn’t seem to mind
a bit.

“Oh fuck,” you groan. “Since you have been so honest, you get a reward.”

You reach between Rosa’s thighs and stroke her hairy pussy. It is soaking
wet. Your fingers slip easily inside her and she clenches tightly. Damn, her
muscles are just as tight as Mia’s.

Rosa groans as she licks you. The vibrations are a bonus inside your pussy.

“Please, let me prove myself too!” Mia says. She squirms within her
manacles as she aches to be touched.

You stroke Rosa’s pussy. The loud sounds of her pussy getting fucked fill
the room.
“Tell me about the last time you got fucked here,” you say.

Mia groans. “It is embarrassing.”

“Fine, don’t tell me,” you say as you keep stroking Rosa’s sex.

Mia sighs. “The Nameless Ones needed me for a ritual. I was cleaning a
hallway when they grabbed me.”

“Wait, who are the Nameless Ones?” you ask.

Rosa says something since you are on her face, you can’t hear her.

“They are a cult,” Mia says. “I don’t understand them. They come and go
and always wear their robes. They have men and women in their group.”

“Okay,” you say as you squirm on Rosa’s face. She has found a sensitive
spot and is licking it furiously. “What did they make you do?”

“They took me to a room with their weird sigil paintings,” Mia says. “They
made me kneel and one of the women reached under me and stroked my
pussy. She stroked me while another woman lifted her robe and presented
her ass to me.”

You groan. Part of it is because of the story and part of it is because Rosa’s
lips are nibbling on your pussy.

“They did this weird chant that made me really horny but I couldn’t come,”
Mia says. Someone forced my face into the woman’s ass. They told me to
lick her asshole while they chanted.”

You groan again. Rosa’s pussy clenches tightly around your fingers.

“It was gross,” Mia said, “but I did it. I licked her asshole while they
stroked me. After licking it forever, they made me lick a man’s ass and that
was grosser. I licked that hairy asshole and then they made me lick another
woman and then another man.”

Rosa shudders under you. Her hips buck wildly as you finger fuck her. She
climaxes and you feel her cries in your pussy.

“I licked a dozen assholes,” Mia said. “I humiliated myself while they kept
chanting. Even though they were stroking me, I never came. I was so close
but I never could climax. After I licked all their asses, they just left. I had to
rub myself off before I could get back to work.”

You climax. You come hard on Rosa’s face as you listen to Mia’s story.
Your orgasm fills your body with incredible pleasure.

“Very good,” a voice says.

You turn and see the butler. She is darker than you remember as her skin
almost blends into the darkness. Her short blond hair seems to glow with a
light of its own. The butler’s uniform is tight on her body and looks like it is
about to burst.

“I thought you might be watching,” you say as you dismount from Rosa’s
face. She is soaked in your pussy juices. You climb off the table and bend to
get your robe.

The butler appears by your side. You don’t remember her moving. “Don’t
wear that ugly thing,” the butler says, pointing to the robe. “Let us get you
some real clothes.”

She offers her hand and you take it. Both women are quiet. They look at the
butler, waiting for her orders.

The butler ignores them. She guides you out of the room without a second
glance at the two bound women. You almost say goodbye to the women but
the butler’s example stops you. Somehow you know that they are
unimportant right now.
“You have done very well,” the butler says. She keeps talking as she leads
you down one hallway and then another.

“You were not afraid of the pentagram and you enjoyed yourself with
Cynthia. You took advantage of the Hall of Mouths when others would have
been too modest or kind. When you were presented with two bound women,
you indulged yourself in their bodies. Not many would have done what you
have done tonight.”

“You talk like this was some kind of test,” you say.

The butler turns to face you. Her smile holds a secret. “This house is always
a test,” she says. “Here we are.”

She opens a door into a bedroom. It is quite impressive. A large bed

dominates the room but there is also a dresser, and a small table and chair
set. The room is decorated in a style that you have always fancied.

“What is this?” you ask.

“Your quarters,” the butler says. “You shall be staying on with us.”

“And what will I be doing?” you ask.

“Almost anything you wish,” the butler says. “You have been granted full
rights as a resident of this house. You shall have your own room, your own
clothes and your own time to torment and harass the servants as you wish.”

You walk over to the dresser and pull open a drawer. It is not surprising to
see clothes of your tastes inside.

“And what do you want from me?” you ask.

“I want you to indulge,” the butler says. “I want you to take what you want
from those willing and unwilling to give it. I want you soak in the house
and discover your purpose here, whatever it is. Some take on jobs that suit
them like the Librarian, while others merely exist to fuck and dominate. It is
up to you.”

This is unreal. Hours ago, you were driving somewhere that seemed so
important. Now you are being invited into a house you barely understand to
engage in sexual desires that frighten and excite you. It is a lot to take in.”

“Do you accept the invitation?” the butler asks. She is naked now. When
did she take off her clothes? Her body is dark except for the golden pubic
hair between her legs. Something within the hair shines with its own light.

“I accept,” you say. There is really no choice. Your old life is meaningless
compared to what is being offered.

“Then you must seal the deal,” the butler says and crooks her finger at you.

You walk forward and then drop to your knees. The golden bush waits for
you. You press your face into the hair smell the potent musk of her sex. You
open your mouth and lick.

Pussy juice flows into your mouth but so does something else. Power flows
into you. Strength fills your body. Cruelty fills your mind and pushes out
useless thoughts like compassion and doubt. Your darkest desires bubble to
the surface and your old inhibitions melt away.

The butler grabs your head and presses you tightly against her sex. She
grinds against your mouth and humps your face. The force of her pelvic
thrusts bruises your lips.

You keep licking. This feels right. You are about to join in a lifetime of
ravishing others who enter this haunted house but first, you must give your
submission to the true mistress of the house.

The gratifying end.

I want to hurt them while I use them.

“What is your names?” you ask.

“Mia,” the blonde says.

“My name is Rosa,” the Hispanic one says.

You nod and look down at the control panel. There are so many choices.
Where should you start? Ice or needle? Fuck or anal? Vibrate or twist?

“The release button is the red one,” Rosa says.

“You said that already,” you say.

The women are quiet. Something in your tone worries them. Good.

“You are letting us go, right?” Mia said.

“No,” you say and you turn the fuck dial on Mia’s side of the panel.

The dildo mounted on the box extends towards Mia’s sex. “Shit, shit, shit!”
Mia moans as it comes closer. She struggles against her bounds and the
chains pull on Rosa’s nipples.

“Watch it!” Rosa snaps.

The dildo pushes into Mia’s shaved sex. She groans as the cock fills her. It
stops extending once it is buried inside her. There is a moment’s pause and
then the dildo pulls back before plunging back it in. It fucks her pussy at a
slow and steady pace.

“Oh fuck,” Mia groans.

You turn the dial more. The speed of the dildo increases. It pounds her
pussy at a faster rate.
“Fuck!” Mia cries. She shudders and you watch the taut nipple chain quiver.
Rosa cries out as her nipples are pulled.

You keep turning the dial. The box hums as the dildo fucks Mia’s pussy at
an insane rate. The dildo is a blur as it pummels her sex.

“FUCK! Too much! Too much!” Mia yells.

You laugh and turn the dial back. The dildo slows down but it is still a
vigorous pace.

“Why are you doing this?” Rosa yells. “We need to escape from here! They
are going to do the same to you if they catch you!”

You don’t like Rosa’s tone. She doesn’t understand who is strapped down
and who is at the control panel. It is time she learned. You press the button
marked needle.

Rosa jumps, or she jumps as much as her manacles will allow her. “Ow!”
she cries. The nipple chains jiggle as she struggles.

“Fuck!” Mia cries but whether it is from the nipple clamps or the dildo is
hard to tell.

You are not sure what the needle button did exactly so you press it again.

“Shit!” Rosa cries out. This time her pelvis lifts as she tries to get her butt
off the table.

You press the needle button again. Rosa screams and jumps again.

“What is happening?” you ask.

“Something is stabbing my ass!” Rosa yells. “Knock it off!”

Oh no she didn’t. You tap the needle button as fast you can.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Shit! Fuck!” Rosa is spastic as she twitches and jumps
around. The manacles hold her tight to the table but it is fun to watch her
thin brown body dance.

“Damn it!” Mia screams as the chains connecting their clamps keep jerking.

Your finger gets tired and you have to give the needle button a rest.

“Oh, thank god,” Rosa says when you stop.

“You should thank me,” you say.

“Thank you, Mistress!” Rosa says.

A surge of excitement runs through you. Oh my, you liked being called
Mistress. It sends a shiver down your back and right to your clenching sex.

“Would you like to be fucked, too, Rosa?” you ask.

“Oh, yes, Mistress!” Rosa says.

You turn the fuck dial on her side of the panel. A dildo extends from the
center box and towards her sex. She cries out as it enters her. Once inside
her, it starts to pump her slowly.

“Thank you, Mistress!” Rosa cries. Another surge of desire goes through
you. You could get used to this. You turn the dial so that the dildo fucks
Rosa at a passionate speed.

“Ahhhhh!” Rosa moans.

You turn your attention to Mia. The blonde woman is moaning and rolling
her head back and forth. She is breathing hard. Is she close to coming?

It is time to find out what the ice button does. You press it down.
Mia screams. She tries to lift her ass from the table but the dildo keeps her
pinned. She screams louder and shakes violently within her bounds. The
nipple chains go wild and Rosa starts to scream too.

You let go of the ice button. “Describe it,” you say.

Mia stops struggling but she doesn’t say anything. She is too busy gasping.

You press the ice button back down. “I asked you a question,” you yell over
her screams.

“It’s cold!” Mia yells as she struggles. “There’s ice right under my ass!
Stop! Stop! Stop it!”

You let go of the ice button. Mia collapses once more and then moans as the
dildo fucks her.

Their moans are getting to you. Your pussy is soaking wet. The robe clings
to your body and sensitizes your skin. You need to get fucked.

“Which of you are going to eat my pussy?” you ask them.

“I’ll do it, Mistress!” Rosa says.

“I’ll do anything you want as long as you don’t do the ice again!” Mia says.

You snort. “You’ll do whatever I want even if I do the ice,” you say.
There is one more button you want to do. It is the anal button. You find the
anal for each side and press them both at the same.

“Oh no,” Rosa says.

“Oh fuck,” Mia says.

Both cry out together and their hips raise. You look and see something
slender emerge from the table under them. Both of their asses are slowly
penetrated by the table. How did the table know exactly where to enter
them? What a remarkable machine!

You walk over to Rosa. The brown beauty whimpers as the dildo fucks her
wet pussy. The clamps on her nipples bite cruelly and pull on her breasts.

“I’ll be happy to lick you, Mistress!” Rosa says.

“I know,” you say and you pull off the house robe. You climb onto the table.
Rosa licks her lips as you swing your leg over her face. You straddle her
face while facing Mia and settle down.

Rosa starts licking instantly. Her hungry mouth devours your sex. She uses
her tongue to reach deep inside of you.

You groan and hold onto her body. The chains pull on her nipples and her
licking stops as she moans.

That will not do. You release the clamps on her nipples. Rosa gasps with
relief into your pussy and then licks you twice as hard.

It feels wonderful. The view is nice too. You watch the dildo as it plunges
inside Rosa’s wet sex. Across from Rosa, you watch the other dildo fuck
Mia’s pale body. Both women are quivering from the dildo fucking but also
from the impalements in their asses.

Mia is still wearing her clamps and the chains are within reach. You take a
hold of both chains and pull.

“Fuck!” Mia cries as you cruelly pull on her chains.

Rosa licks harder. Is she grateful that you are not hurting her or does she
just really like eating pussy? Does it matter?

“I have questions for you, Mia,” you say as you tug on the chains.

“Anything!” Mia says.

You relax your hold on the nipple chains. “You said you were being held
here against your will. Is that true?”

Mia doesn’t answer right away. You pull on the chains.

“No!” Mia yells. “It is not true! We like it here!”

Rosa moans into your pussy. Is she agreeing or just enjoying your pussy?

“Then why did you lie?” you ask.

Rosa slows down with her pussy eating. Mia doesn’t answer. You get
annoyed with both of them and grab a handful of Rosa’s tit. You pinch her
while pulling on Mia’s chains.

“The butler told us to!” Mia yells. “She wanted us to test you and see if you
were soft!”

You relax the chains. Well, that is interesting. You stop pinching Rosa’s
breast.

She resumes eating you. Her mouth is amazing on your sex. Has she always
been this good at pussy licking or did she learn it here?

You don’t care. You are close to coming. You stop thinking about things and
just relax onto Rosa’s face.

Mia moans louder and starts to shake. She comes as the dildo rams in and
out of her pussy.

You place your hand on Rosa’s wet sex. As it gets fucked by the dildo, you
rub her pussy. Rosa moans into your sex and you feel her come.

Your orgasm follows instantly. You come and your thighs squeeze together
around Rosa’s head. You climax on Rosa’s face as you watch the two bound
women get fucked.
“Very good,” a voice says.

You turn and see the butler. She is darker than you remember as her skin
almost blends into the darkness. Her short blond hair seems to glow with a
light of its own. The butler’s uniform is tight on her body and looks like it is
about to burst.

“I thought you might be watching,” you say as you dismount from Rosa’s
face. She is soaked in your pussy juices. You climb off the table and bend to
get your robe.
The butler appears by your side. You don’t remember her moving. “Don’t
wear that ugly thing,” the butler says, pointing to the robe. “Let us get you
some real clothes.”

She offers her hand and you take it. The butler guides you out of the room
without a second glance at the two bound women. They continue to moan
as the machine fucks them.

“You have done very well,” the butler says. She keeps talking as she leads
you down one hallway and then another.

“You were not afraid of the pentagram and you enjoyed yourself with
Cynthia. You took advantage of the Hall of Mouths when others would have
been too modest or kind. When you were presented with two bound women,
you took advantage and hurt them. Not many would have done what you
have done tonight.”

“You talk like this was some kind of test,” you say.

The butler turns to face you. Her smile holds a secret. “This house is always
a test,” she says. “Here we are.”

She opens a door into a bedroom. It is quite impressive. A large bed

dominates the room but there is also a dresser, and a small table and chair
set. The room is decorated in a style that you have always fancied.

“What is this?” you ask.

“Your quarters,” the butler says. “You shall be staying on with us.”

“And what will I be doing?” you ask.

“Almost anything you wish,” the butler says. “You have been granted full
rights as a resident of this house. You shall have your own room, your own
clothes and your own time to torment and harass the servants as you wish.”

You walk over to the dresser and pull open a drawer. It is not surprising to
see clothes of your tastes inside.

“And what do you want from me?” you ask.

“I want you to indulge,” the butler says. “I want you to take what you want
from those willing and unwilling to give it. I want you soak in the house
and discover your purpose here, whatever it is. Some take on jobs that suit
them like the Librarian, while others merely exist to fuck and dominate. It is
up to you.”

This is unreal. Hours ago, you were driving somewhere that seemed so
important. Now you are being invited into a house you barely understand to
engage in sexual desires that frighten and excite you. It is a lot to take in.”

“Do you accept the invitation?” the butler asks. She is naked now. When
did she take off her clothes? Her body is dark except for the golden pubic
hair between her legs. Something within the hair shines with its own light.

“I accept,” you say. There is really no choice. Your old life is meaningless
compared to what is being offered.

“Then you must seal the deal,” the butler says and crooks her finger at you.

You walk forward and then drop to your knees. The golden bush waits for
you. You press your face into the hair smell the potent musk of her sex. You
open your mouth and lick.
Pussy juice flows into your mouth but so does something else. Power flows
into you. Strength fills your body. Cruelty fills your mind and pushes out
useless thoughts like compassion and doubt. Your darkest desires bubble to
the surface and your old inhibitions melt away.

The butler grabs your head and presses you tightly against her sex. She
grinds against your mouth and humps your face. The force of her pelvic
thrusts bruises your lips.

You keep licking. This feels right. You are about to join in a lifetime of
ravishing others who enter this haunted house but first, you must give your
submission to the true mistress of the house.

The gratifying end.

I strip. It is not like she can do anything tied up as she is.

You undo your belt and open your robe. Lorelei watches intently as you pull
your robe off. You sling the robe over your arm and turn around for her.

“Now can you show me the way out?” you ask her.

Lorelei frowns. “I couldn’t do that.”

“Oh, are you forbidden?” you say. “Did the person who tied you up tell you
not to help anyone?”

Lorelei looks confused. “I tie myself up,” she says.

“How is that-” you start to say but something cold and thick wraps around
your left hand. It is a length of rope! It wraps around your hand like a snake
but then it ties itself into a knot before your eyes!

“Fuck, shit!” you yell. You drop your robe and tug on the rope. “Are there
ghosts here?”

Lorelei shakes her head. “No ghosts. Just me.”

All the rope that is around you comes to life. They lunge for you like living
things and wrap around you. You are pulled off your feet but the rope
doesn’t let you hit the ground. Your arms and legs are pulled out in a
spread-eagle position.

The ropes snake around your body. It burns from the friction of rope on
skin. The ropes tie themselves into knots and hold you securely.

“What is going on?” you cry.

“Shh,” Lorelei says. “You look beautiful in rope. I knew you would. I didn’t
want the robe to get in the way of the rope marks.”
You struggle. The rope is tight around you. It lifts you higher into the air
and you stop struggling. It is about ten feet down and now you don’t want
the rope to let go.

The ropes pull Lorelei up as well. She is pulled into a new position. Now
her arms are behind her back while her legs are pulled wide apart. She is
rotated around so now it looks like she is sitting in the air with her legs
spread towards you.

“Please put me back down!” you say.

“Shhh,” Lorelei says.

“Please! I promise I’ll be quiet!”

“Shh,” Lorelei says again.

A rope in front of you twists and contorts. The rope is the same shape as the
one between Lorelei’s legs. It ties itself into a knot and then another knot
and another.

You are about to ask about the rope but you remember Lorelei’s hushing. It
might be best not to agitate her.

The knotted rope swings towards you. It goes between your legs and the
knots press against your sex. You moan as the rope wraps around your
crotch, goes between your buttocks and then ties itself off somewhere above
you.

The knots grind into your sex. You are aware of how wet you are. The rope
separates your pussy lips and presses against several sensitive spots.

You hang in the air. Lorelei hangs a few feet away from you. She looks
calm and serene considering that she has a similar knot rope on her sex.

There is an itch on your shoulder. You roll your arm and try to scratch it.
The knot between your legs shift and rub. You cry out as the knots grind
against your sex.

“Holy shit,” you groan. That felt good!

Lorelei smiles at you. She pulls on her legs and her knotted rope tightens
between her legs. She shudders and lets out a gasp.

Well, now. This isn’t so bad. You experiment. Starting with your legs, you
pull and the knotted rope rubs your sex. You tug on your arms and the
knotted rope grinds your sex. You twist and squirm and the knotted rope
dances on your pussy.

You groan louder. More rope coils around you. A length of rope wraps
around one of your breasts and encircles it. The rope tightens and your
breast is transformed into a column of flesh.

Something pulls at your hair. It is more rope. Your scalp is tugged as the
rope braids itself into your hair.

More rope begins to wrap around your bonds. Piece by piece, they are
connected to each other. A crisscross of rope binds and connects your body
together.

It feels great. As more rope wraps around you, the knots on your sex keep
rocking back and forth. You are not sure how, but all the rope is connected.
A tilt of your head, a flexing of your leg or simply breathing is causing the
knotted rope to rock against your pussy.

Lorelei watches you silently as you squirm. You are no longer trying to
escape. You are masturbating via wiggling. You bounce and twist in your
binding as the knots stroke your pussy.

It is a slow and exhausting process but you finally manage to climax. When
you come, your orgasm hits you hard. You are aware of every inch of your
body that the rope is touching. Your entire body is bound and connected to
your orgasm.
You cry out in pleasure. You scream your orgasm and it echoes among the
rope.

“Shhh,” Lorelei says.

“Sorry,” you whisper but a thick length of rope wraps around your head. It
forces your jaws apart and gags you. You bite down on the thick rope.

The rope holding your body moves. Your arms are drawn flat against your
chest while your legs are pulled together. More rope wraps around you like
a cocoon. Several cords wrap around your head and you can no longer see.

The knots between your legs shift back and forth. You groan into the rope
that gags you.

“Shhh,” you hear Lorelei say again. “Let us hang together and enjoy the
pleasures of suspension.”

You relax. It is not like you could escape if you wanted to. How long will
Lorelei keep you here? She must let you go sometime, right?

The knots bring you to another climax. This time you stay quiet. You barely
make a sound as you bite down on the rope.

The ropes move. You are forced into a new position. The knots on your sex
press against you in intimate ways. There is nothing to do but climax and
stay quiet.

The squirming, hanging end.

No, I keep my clothes on in the rope room.

“I really rather not,” you say firmly. “I need to be going now.”

You step around Lorelei and look for a way out.

A rope drops down around your head. It encircles around your neck and
tightens like a noose. You grab the rope but it starts pulling upwards. Your
feet dangle off the floor.

Lorelei’s bound body moves in front of you. “Take it off!” she snaps.

Stars explode in front of your eyes. Somehow, this crazy bitch is choking
you! The noose around your neck tightens.

There is no choice. You pull on your robe. The belt keeps it closed. You
forgot it was there. Your hand fumble with the simple knot and undo the
belt. Now the rope opens and you shake it from your body.

The noose loosens around your neck. You fall to the ground and gasp. The
rope is still around your neck and you try to pull it off.

“No, no,” Lorelei says.

The rope around you come to life. They lunge for your body like snakes.
You watch in amazement as the rope coils around your arms and legs. The
rope ties itself into knots around your body.

“What the fuck!” you yell.

Lorelei winces. “Quiet, please!” she almost whispers.

“Fuck that!” you yell. “Get these fucking ropes off me!”

The blonde woman shakes her head and a length of rope wraps around your
mouth. It cinches tightly around your head and forces your jaws open. You
bite down but the rope is too thick.

The rest of the ropes pull you into the air. You cry out behind your gag as
you are lifted from your feet. Rope wraps around your waist and shoulders
so that the brunt of your weight isn’t on your arms.

“You are very loud,” Lorelei says. “I don’t like noise.”

“Fuck you!” you try to say but the thick rope gags your mouth. You settle
for screaming and thrashing within the ropes.
“I was going to share some of the more pleasant knots,” Lorelei says.
“Look.”

The ropes pull Lorelei into a sitting position. Her legs are spread and the
ropes bring her closer to your face. A knotted rope runs between her pussy
lips. It is soaked in her juices and you watch her pussy lips quiver around it.

“But you have been very loud,” Lorelei says. “I don’t like that.”

The rope pulls on your arms. You cry out as they are forced painfully back.
You bend over at the waist while your legs are bent forward. There is a
burning sensation in your legs from the stretch.

“I’m sorry!” you try to say but the rope is still gagging you.

Something brushes your hair. It is another length of rope. You feel it squirm
and wiggle against your hair. It weaves itself in among your tresses into a
braid of rope and hair, but why?

The rope yanks upwards. Your head snaps back. Your scalp burns as your
hair feels like it is being pulled out.

Lorelei looks at you. She moans softly and her thighs quiver. Did she just
climax? It was so quiet.

A length of rope brushes your bare ass. It is coarse and itchy. It winds
around your ass and prickles your skin.
“Hush,” Lorelei says.

What? You didn’t say anything.

The coarse rope moves. It slides around your bare ass. The rough material
digs into your skin. It is like the worse rugburn that you have ever felt.

You scream into the gag. You thrash and pull on the ropes. You wiggle in a
vain attempt to escape.

“Hush,” Lorelei says again.

You try. The rope keeps sliding over your tender ass but you bite down hard
on the rope in your mouth. Tears spring from your eyes and your fingers
curl into fists. The rope burn is intense but you do everything you can to not
make a single sound.

“Better,” Lorelei says.

The itchy rope goes away. Your ass is stinging but at least it stopped.

The ropes pull you into a new position. Your waist is pulled downwards as
your legs are pulled up. Your body forms a ‘U” shape as the cruel ropes
stretch you to your limit.

Lorelei changes position as well. Now her arms are spread wide while her
legs are brought together. Rope coils around her breasts and flatten them
against her body.

She is subtly wiggling. A flush is forming on her pale face. Her mouth
opens and there is a soft moan.

Did she just come again? Fuck, you wish that you had your own knots
between your legs.
“I want you to think about how you can be quieter,” Lorelei says. “If you
stay quiet, I might let you come but you have to prove that you are not a
screamer first.”

The ropes pull her upwards towards the ceiling. You lose track of her. She
disappears among the rope.

You stay hanging in your awkward position. Her back aches. Your arms and
legs burn. The rope pulling your hair is as firm as ever.

This position is impossible to hold. You hurt all over. She can’t just leave
you like this, can she?

You hang in silence among the rope. This is just the first of many nights
spent hanging within the ropes of this haunted house.

The hanging end.

No. I need to play it safe and ignore the food.

Your stomach will have to wait. You just jacked off a helpless man and you
really don’t want to have to explain that if you get caught. Maybe there is a
candy bar in the glove compartment.

You go to the outside door and turn the knob. It is locked. What? How did
that happen? You examine the knob. It looks simple with no buttons or
levers. How did it lock itself?

Lightning flashes and you jump. You are on edge. Did you get yourself
locked inside a creepy house?

You examine the door. There! There is a dial on the top of the door. What a
weird place to put a lock! You turn the dial and hear the doorknob click.
That did it!

“Oh no you don’t,” a woman’s voice says. Someone grabs your hair from
behind and pulls you back.

“Fuck!” you yell as you are dragged from the door. You try to get loose but
the grip is incredibly powerful. All you can do is partially turn and see who
has you.

It is the Hispanic woman from earlier! She is wearing the same apron that
barely contains her wide hips and large breasts. You expect her to be angry
but she looks more amused than anything else.

“I’m sorry!” you say.

The woman spins you around so that she is between you and the door. She
lets go of your hair and you stumble back. You glance at the other door and
see that the chair is still propped against it. How the fuck did she get in?

“Hey, look at me!” the woman says. She grabs the front of your shirt and
pulls you to her. Fuck, she is strong.
“Sorry!” you say again.

“I am the Cook of this house,” the woman says. “And you came into my
kitchen without being invited and you played with my servant without
asking and you ate a piece of Whippersnap cheese without asking!”

Shit, that is all true. How does she know this? Was she watching you?

“I’m sorry!” you say because you can’t think of anything else.

“Not yet you aren’t!” she snaps.

She lunges forward faster than you thought possible for a woman of her
size. She grabs your head and throws you towards the island counter in the
center of the kitchen. The edge of the counter catches you in the stomach
and knocks the wind out of you.

You try to stand back up but the Cook pushes your head back down. She
grabs your pants and gives them a hard tug. Your pants slip down past your
waist and down to your knees. Fuck, she’s strong!

The Cook pulls on the pants while pressing your head down to the island
counter. You cry out as incredible pressure is applied to your head. She
ignores your scream as she keeps pulling your pants from your legs. The
pants are caught on your shoes but she doesn’t care. She keeps pulling until
both your shoes and your pants are gone.

“What are you doing?” you yell.

WHAP! Her hand comes down hard on your ass. It was just her bare hand
but it hurt like hell!

“Quiet!” she snaps. “Stay here.”

What? She lets go of your head and walks towards the bound man. He is
making excited sounds. Oh shit, is she going to release him?
You look back at the door that you came in through. You think you
understand the lock now. If you hurry, you bet you could turn the dial and
get the fuck out of here. You’ll have to leave your pants behind but fuck, it
might be better than finding out what the Cook and bound man have in
mind for you.
Do you do what the Cook told to and stay? Or do you run for it?

My pantless ass is staying here!

My pantless ass is getting out of here!

No, I jump his bones!

“Hey, wait a second,” you say.

“Sure, do you need anything?” Phillip says.

You answer him with a kiss. He is stiff at first and you feel that you have
made a horrible mistake but he quickly melts into the kiss. He must have
just been surprised.

Phillip banishes any doubts you have by pulling you closer to him. He slips
the robe off your body and you let him. His mouth leaves your lips and he
kisses his way down to your neck. His tongue flicks your skin and sends
shivers down your spine.

You groan and run your hands over him. Hard muscles cover his entire
body. Was he like this before or did he become fit as a prisoner of this
place? It doesn’t matter. You love feeling the power under his arms, chest
and hips.

Phillip winces as your hands press down on a welt. You can feel the heat
radiating from the swollen flesh.

“Sorry,” you whisper.

“It’s okay,” Phillip says. “Though, we don’t have much time.”

“Should we stop?” you ask as you kiss a bruise on his chest.

“Fuck no,” Phillip says. “I’m saying we should hurry.”

He bends down and scoops you in his arms. You cry out as he sweeps you
from your feet. He carries you with ease towards the bed. You wrap your
arms around him and savor the moment.
Phillip sets you down gently on the bed. The bed is soft and the sheets smell
freshly washed. You wonder how long it has been since Mrs. Hayley passed
away. Maybe they clean the sheets on a regular basis despite her passing.

Shit, you hope she didn’t die on this bed.

He pulls your legs towards him and parts them. Still standing, he pulls you
by the hips towards him. Your pussy is on the edge of the bed, just under his
impressive cock.

Phillip guides his cock into you. Wow, he wasn’t kidding about being in a
hurry. Lucky for you, you are as wet as the thunderstorm outside. He slides
in easily and his thick length fills you.

“Yes,” Phillip says. “Nice and tight. You fit around me like a glove.”

“Good,” you say. He must be a talker.

He holds onto your legs and pulls them apart so they form a ‘V’. His hips
rock and he drives his cock deep inside you. The muscles on his body
clench and flex with every movement.

“Fuck,” you say and you reach back and grab the sheets. He is already
pounding you at a pace you rarely see outside of machines. Is it because he
is so fit or because he is so turned on by you?

“Your pussy is so wet,” Phillip says. “I haven’t had a pussy this wet in a
long time. It is tight too. It is as tight as a hand or an ass. It squeezes around
my cock like it is hungry for my come.”

You try to reciprocate with some dirty talk but it is hard to think when this
lovely cock is ramming your sex. He is fucking your brains out.

The wind beats against the windows. The fireplace crackles. The thunder
booms outside. None of this is as loud as the creaking of the bed springs as
Phillip fucks you.
“I love watching my cock disappear into your tight pussy,” Phillip says. “I
am so big and yet you take it all. I drive deep inside you but I can tell you
want more.”

You let him talk. When he feels as good as this, he allowed to say anything
he wants.

Phillip turns his head and glances at the fireplace. Is he worried about the
time? He grunts and then looks back at you.

“Your breasts are bouncing so much,” he says and it is true. “Let’s make
them bounce faster.”

Phillip does the impossible and fucks you faster. His pelvis collides into
your ass and thighs. The cock is a thrusting piston inside your pussy. The
bed shakes and you are afraid it is going to collapse.

Not that you try to stop him. Let the bed collapse as loud as he doesn’t stop
fucking you. Your eyes clench shut and you grip the bed sheets. He fucks
you hard with your legs up in the air. You are limp as he fucks you into
oblivion.

You climax. Your climax comes just as fast as his fucking. One moment
you are tensing up and the next moment, your orgasm explodes within your
body, hammered into you by Phillip’s amazing dick.

Phillip yells. A deluge of seed enters your sex. His cock quivers inside you,
pumping you full of come.

“I’m shooting every drop inside your pussy,” Phillip groans as he keeps
thrusting.

You laugh. You both came, he can stop with the dirty talk now.

Phillip pulls out and releases your legs. You roll over onto your side and
sigh happily.
“Now I really need to go,” Phillip says. “I will check back with you later.”

“Cool,” you say. “Don’t forget to lock the door on your way out.”

“I won’t,” he says. He glances at the fireplace again. “No one is going to

disturb you tonight.”

Phillip goes out the door and closes it. The lock clicks and you relax.

You roll away from the wet spot on the bed. A wave of exhaustion sweeps
over you. Why are you so tired when he did all the work?

Your eyes close. Just a few minutes and then you will get up, clean yourself
and get under the covers.

Just a few minutes . . .

You awake with a start. The rain continues to pour outside. You must have
drifted off. How long were you out? It is still dark outside but that might be
because of the rain.

There are candles lit around the room. You don’t remember lighting them.
Has Phillip been back? Why did he light the candles if you were sleeping?

That isn’t the only change. The sheet has been pulled down from the
painting over the mantelpiece. It shows a beautiful older woman with
greying brown hair. She is wearing a transparent flower dress that leaves
little to the imagination. You can clearly see the outline of her pubic bush
under the dress.

Is that Mrs. Hayley? She is quite beautiful. You can see why Phillip thinks
fondly of her.

Something moves in the corner of your eye. You turn and see someone
wearing your clothes!
No, that isn’t quite right. Your clothes are standing alongside the bed Your
pants and shirt hover there as if they are being worn but no one is there!

“What the fuck?” you say. Are they hanging on wires? Why would Phillip
do that? It scared the shit out of you.

The arm of the shirt moves. It waves at you.

You freak out and scramble backwards. You almost fall off the side of the
bed. The hairs on the back of your neck stands up. What the hell is going on
here?

The clothes walk around the bed. It is like an invisible person is wearing
them. They come over to you, close enough to touch.

You have to know. You lunge out and grab your shirt.

The shirt stretches as you pull it. It is hanging onto someone in the shape of
a woman’s body.

You wave your hand through the top of the shirt. There is nothing there.

“Fuck, shit!” you yell as you crawl quickly to the other side of the bed.

The clothes move back to the foot of the bed. The sleeve glides through the
air towards one of bedposts. The post is quite short. You notice that shape
of the post is phallic. It is confirmed when the sleeve wraps around the post
and rubs it up and down in a stroking manner.

You are not sure what to do. Is this a ghost? It did occur to you that this
house looked like something out of a horror movie.

“Are you Mrs. Hayley?” you ask.

The sleeve keeps stroking the post but the other sleeve points to the
painting.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” you say. “I am sorry for being in your room. Phillip
is hiding me here. I hope it is okay.”

The shirt stops pointing at the painting and then points at you. A few
seconds later, it points to the phallic post.

“Uh, it is very nice,” you say uncertainly.

The sleeve snaps back towards you and then snaps back to the post.

Oh, you get it now. “No thank you,” you say. “It is a nice bed post but I try
not to fuck other people’s furniture.”

One of the dresser doors slides out. The fire in the fireplace flares up. The
chairs next to the table begin to rattle. The curtains on the windows float
upwards. The bed you are on rises a few inches into the air and then drops
down.

Fuck, Mrs. Hayley doesn’t like being told no. Does she really expect you to
masturbate on her bed post? It looks like even in death she is just as kinky
as the other people in this house.

It might be best if you got out of here but where would you go? Do you
dare take your chances with the rest of the house? Maybe they are not as
bad as this horny voyeur ghost?
Do you mount the bed post for the ghost of Mrs. Hayley?

I do. I’m not going to argue with a ghost.

No, I’m taking my chances out in the hallway.

Sweet!

The Cook nods her head. “So be it.”

Wait, what does that mean? Did you make the wrong choice?

Phillip carries you over to the kitchen island. The Cook grabs your legs and
they both lift you and put you on the pan. Phillip holds you down as the
Cook uses something sticky to tie your hands and feet to the pan. It looks
like licorice rope but when you try to pull, there is no give at all.

The Cook goes to the refrigerator and gathers some items. When she comes
back, she looks down on you. “Hold still,” she says.

Something cold squirts onto your thigh. You flinch from the chilly sensation
and cry out.

The Cook sighs. Phillip laughs and grabs your nipples. He pinches both
hard. You scream and forget all about the cold on your leg.

Phillip lets go of your nipples. They ache from his cruel pinching. “Keep
still or I will twist them off,” he says.

“Okay,” you gasp and this time you do your best.

It isn’t easy. The Cook slathers more cold stuff onto your legs. She arranges
small candies on your belly. Something warm and dark is poured onto your
arms. Your fingers are dipped into chocolate and then set down to cool.
Strings of icing are squeezed around your breasts.

You keep still. Curiosity helps as you try to identify every item placed on
your body. They are turning you into a dessert of some kind. It isn’t long
before you start licking your lips and wondering if you get a taste.

The Cook is almost finished. Whipped cream is sprayed onto your sex.
Lemon candies are stuck to your neck and shoulders. Cherries are affixed to
your nipples with sticky sugar.

“Now, to make sure you don’t disturb them,” the Cook says. She grabs your
mouth and forces your jaws open. Something large and sweet is wedged
between your jaws. You bite down on the object and taste candy strawberry
flavors. She’s gagged you with a giant jawbreaker!

“Good, help me take her there,” the Cook says.

Phillip grabs one end of the pan and the Cook grabs the other. They easily
lift you up as if you weigh nothing. Together they carry you out of the
kitchen and into a hall.

You try to look around as they carry you. The architecture and design
changes wildly. Wood paneling gives way to fading wallpaper that gives
way to cracked wood before giving way to freshly painted walls. Paintings
of strange people zip by but you can’t get a good look at them. Electric
lights illuminate some of the halls while others are lit by oil lamps and in
one case, you swore that you saw naked torch flames.

Finally, they bring you to a large dining hall. A wall of sound greets you as
people cheer. You try to look at the people but it is hard to look from your
prone position on the pan. They carry you to a large dining table and a
chandelier lit by actual candles hangs above you. People crowd around you
and leer hungrily at your body.

Panic rises within you. You are naked and displayed for a group of
strangers! You are covered in sweets and helpless to protect yourself! You
have been caught trespassing and deserving of whatever they decide to do
to you!

“Dessert is served,” the Cook says.

A handsome man with dark curly hair reaches for you first. He leans over
and opens his mouth for the cherry on one of your nipples. His lips seal
around your nipple as his mouth sucks the nipple from your breast.
Other mouths and hands touch your body.

An old man in a gray suit nibbles the hard chocolate from your fingers. His
teeth sometimes bite down on your flesh and he chuckles every time you
flinch. He especially likes sucking on your thumb.

A black woman in dreadlocks licks the icing from your tits. She pauses
sometimes to grab your breast and gives it a jiggle. Her eyes are wild and
you don’t like the way she seems to be studying your tits.

Two people lick and taste the candies on your feet. You can’t tell if they are
men or women, but the way they lick you is identical. Their mouths are
almost interchangeable.

A woman with long straight black hair is on your shoulder. She hisses
before biting the candy on your neck. Her teeth are sharp and even the
slightest graze feels like it can cut you.

Something cold touches your thigh. It feels like a mask made of porcelain.
You feel cold unmoving lips press against the icing there. There is no
tongue and you wonder why someone wearing a mask would try to taste
you.

Fingers wipe the cream from your sex. When there is no more cream, the
fingers go deeper for the natural cream inside. You lose count of the number
of fingers that are constantly slipping inside you.

The number of sensations is overwhelming. Teeth keep biting down on your

soft flesh to suck the sweet icing from your body. Lips suck your skin.
Tongues flicker and lick. Fingers scrape and wipe. It seems to go on forever.
How much did the Cook put on you?

You squirm on the cold pan. The licorice ropes hold you tightly. You moan
and gasp but the candy jawbreaker gags your protests.

Three fingers slip inside your sex. You groan and the fingers plunge in and
out of you. They aren’t looking for sweets; they are just plain finger-
fucking you.

The other mouths keep licking and sucking. Bearded mouths suck alongside
soft feminine mouths. Experienced tongues lick next to over-eager novice
lips. Sharp manicured nails pull on your skin next to the jagged ill-kept
nails.

You stare up at the candelabra. The fingers go deeper and rougher inside
you. You recognize them as belonging to the Cook. Is this part of the
dessert? Is making you wiggle and groan part of the meal?

It doesn’t matter. Your pussy feels wonderful. You are close to coming. It
doesn’t matter that you are being licked by a group of strangers. It doesn’t
matter that you have been turned into a refreshment. All that you care about
is the talented fingers that are stroking you.

You come. Your teeth sink into the jawbreaker as your body clenches. The
mouths don’t stop. As you climax and shudder, teeth keep biting, tongues
keep licking and lips keep sucking.

Eventually the fingers pull out of you. The strangers pull back. You are left
alone on the pan; twitching from the occasional aftershock of pleasure.

“Delicious,” the handsome man declares. “I look forward to having her

again for breakfast!”

The others clap and agree. The Cook says something and your pan is lifted
from the table. Phillip and the Cook carry you back towards the kitchen.

Breakfast? Oh dear, how long do they plan to keep you? How many times
will you be brought to the table to be licked and stroked?

You soon discover that the answer is many, many, many times within this
haunted house.

The body-licking-good end.

Savory!

The Cook nods her head. “So be it.”

Wait, what does that mean? Did you make the wrong choice?

Phillip carries you over to the kitchen island. The Cook grabs your legs and
they both lift you and put you on the pan. Phillip holds you down as the
Cook uses something soft to tie your hands and feet to the pan. It looks like
pasta noodles but when you try to pull, there is no give at all.

The Cook goes to the stove and scoops food into bowls. When she comes
back, she looks down on you. “Hold still,” she says.

Something hot pours onto your thigh. You flinch from the heat and cry out.

The Cook sighs. Phillip laughs and grabs your nipples. He pinches both
hard. You scream and forget all about the heat on your leg.

Phillip lets go of your nipples. They ache from his cruel pinching. “Keep
still or I will twist them off,” he says.

“Okay,” you gasp and this time you do your best.

It isn’t easy. The Cook covers your body in hot food. Mashed potatoes go
onto your belly. Sliced carrots circle your breasts. Green beans are tucked in
your underarms. Sliced beef lines your thighs. Your palms hold piles of
salad. Tiny sausages are hung around your neck.

She is almost done. The Cook picks up a large cucumber. She places it at
your sex and shoves it inside you.

You cry out. Fuck, it is big! The solid mass sits inside your sex and
stretches it.
“Now, to make sure you don’t disturb them,” the Cook says. She grabs your
mouth and forces your jaws open. An apple is wedged between your jaws.
You bite down on the object and juices run down your mouth.

“Good, help me take her there,” the Cook says.

Phillip grabs one end of the pan and the Cook grabs the other. They easily
lift you up as if you weigh nothing. Together they carry you out of the
kitchen and into a hall.

You try to look around as they carry you. The architecture and design
changes wildly. Wood paneling gives way to fading wallpaper that gives
way to cracked wood before giving way to freshly painted walls. Paintings
of strange people zip by but you can’t get a good look at them. Electric
lights illuminate some of the halls while others are lit by oil lamps and in
one case, you swore that you saw naked torch flames.

Finally, they bring you to a large dark room. A wall of sound greets you as
people laugh and jeer. You try to look at the people but it is hard to look
from your prone position on the pan. They carry you to a large dining table.
Flickering light from an oil lamp hangs above you. People crowd around
you and leer hungrily at your body.

Panic rises within you. You are naked and displayed for a group of
strangers! You are covered in sweets and helpless to protect yourself! You
have been caught trespassing and deserving of whatever they decide to do
to you!

“Dinner is served,” the Cook says.

“About fucking time! Servants always get fed last!” someone snarls and the
crowd of people lunge for you.

Hands scrape and pull food from your body. Mouths descend to lick and
bite the food straight from your skin. It is chaos as people jockey and push
for position around your bound body.
A shirtless black man bites down on your shoulder. You forget what food is
there but as his teeth sinks in, you wonder if he is just content to bite you.

A woman with short blue hair eats the salad from your palm, licking the
dressing between your fingers. You struggle to keep your fingers open as
her nimble tongue flicks over you.

A man with long blonde hair slowly drags his fingers along your breasts to
slowly scoop the food there. His sharp fingernail grazes you every time.
Sometimes he dips down and sucks on your nipple before resuming eating.

A woman with no hair at all eats some of the apple that is in your mouth.
She stares into your eyes as she chews. She smiles sometimes as if listening
to a private joke.

There are too many mouths to count. Is there a dozen? Twice that? Some of
them are there to eat and their teeth sometimes sink into your flesh in their
hunger. Some of the mouths are more interested in you and they lick and
nibble in sensitive places.

You squirm and wriggle on the pan. The cucumber shifts inside you. The
noodles tying you to the pan somehow never break. The oil lamp flickers
above you and casts strange shadows onto the people eating.

It doesn’t take them long to eat. They devour every scrap of food on your
body. Some mouths start sucking on your skin as they are hungry for every
flavor left behind.

The cucumber is pulled from your sex. You almost miss it as now your sex
feels terribly empty. It is passed around as everyone wants a bite.

“Now I am really hungry,” a tall bald man says. He climbs onto the pan
between your legs.

You try to say something but enough of the apple remains to keep you
gagged. The man points his large cock towards your sex and thrusts. He
enters you and replaces the void left behind by the cucumber.
The rest of them sit back and watch. The bald man licks his lips as he fucks
you. His hard cock drives deep inside you and the table creaks.

Your body is so sensitive from all the mouths and touching. The cock is
large but you are soaking wet. You want to wrap your legs around the man
but the noodle bonds keep you pinned.

He comes first. A flood of hot seed fills your pussy. He shudders and keeps
thrusting. Only when his cock is empty does he pull out.

A black woman takes his place. You are confused until she dips her head
down and licks your sex. Her hungry mouth licks his seed and your ever-
flowing pussy juices.

You cry out but the apple keeps you gagged. Your body pulls but the
noodles keep you down. You shudder and quiver on the pan.

The woman licks her fill and gets up. A short man with spiky black hair
takes her place. He drives his thick cock inside you and begins humping
right away.

The animal passion sends you over the edge. You climax and bite down
harder on the apple. Your body arches as much as the noodles will allow.

The man keeps fucking you. He cries out and you feel the rush of seed
again within you. He keeps going until he is completely drained.

A woman takes his place. You quiver under her talented tongue.

The cycle continues. A man fucks you. He comes and then someone cleans
you out with their mouths. Sometimes a woman eats you but sometimes it is
a man.

It all becomes a blur. Countless men fuck you on the pan. Countless mouths
eat you out afterwards. Sometimes you come. They each have their turn,
including Phillip and the Cook. Some of them take multiple turns.
Eventually it comes to an end. No one replaces the last person who eats
you. Good. You are exhausted. Your pussy aches and your body is tired
from climaxing. You need to sleep for a week.

The Cook says something and your pan is lifted from the table. Phillip and
the Cook carry you back towards the kitchen.

“I can’t wait to have her again for lunch!” someone says and the rest agree.

Lunch? Fuck, shit! They are going to do this again? How many times will
you be brought to the table to be devoured, fucked and eaten?

You soon discover that the answer is many, many, many times within this
haunted house.

The body-licking-good end.

My pantless ass is staying here!

You stay right where you are. You are guilty and they caught you. They are
going to do things to you. Deep down, you know this is what you deserve.

So why are you so turned on by the idea?

The Cook cuts the bound man free. He lowers his arms and waits for her to
take off his blindfold. She takes the lemon from his mouth and his lips
pucker as he works his jaw. He blinks a few times and looks at you.

“You okay, Phillip?” the Cook asks.

“Yeah,” he says. “I knew I didn’t recognize that grip! Who is she?”

“She’s a trespasser and a thief,” the Cook says.

A shudder runs through you. Your pussy clenches. Why are you so turned
on by this?

“Should I get the butler?” Phillip says.

“No,” the Cook says. “She stole from me. I am sure we can get
compensation out of her. Go have some water and have some of the black
sausage.”

“Yes, ma’am!” Phillip says. He seems excited. The black sausage must be
good.

The Cook walks over to a row of utensils. She picks up a wooden spoon
and you shudder. You remember seeing her use it to torment Phillip. Is it
your turn now?

She puts the wooden spoon down and picks up a metal spatula instead. Oh
shit, it looks heavy and unforgiving. She slaps it into her hand and winces.
“Good, you stayed put,” the Cook says as she walks back over to you.
“That’s a good sign. You might survive after all.”

She puts her hand on your ass and squeezes. Her grip is powerful and you
wince. She lets go of your ass and then places the spatula against your
bottom. The cold metal sends chills up your spine.

“This is for coming into my kitchen,” the Cook says.

WHAP! The spatula slaps your ass. The hard metal stings your bottom.

“Fuck!” you yell. You start to rise from the counter but the Cook’s hand
grabs your head and forces you back down.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! The Cook spanks you with the spatula. The hard
metal tears into your bottom. She swings the spatula rapidly, giving you no
time to recover before the next swing.

You yell and try to rise but the Cook keeps your head pinned down. It is
tempting to cover your ass with your hands but you dare not. You have no
doubt that the Cook would just keep swinging and it would probably piss
her off as well.

Across from you, you see Phillip leaning against the sink. He has a glass of
water in one hand and a half-eaten black sausage in the other. You can’t
help but notice that his cock is hard and ready to go again.

The spanking stops. You flinch from a swing that doesn’t come. Is it over?

“And this is for having a bite of the Whippersnap cheese,” the

Cook says.

Wait, the cheese you ate when you first came into the kitchen? How does
she even know about that?

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! The spatula returns to your tender ass. Pain
lances through your bottom. Every part of your vulnerable ass is struck by
the cruel spatula.

You scream and kick your legs but the spanks keep coming. You wiggle
your ass in a vain attempt to dodge the spatula. You try to get up but the
Cook’s grip on your head is too powerful.

The spanking stops again. You shudder with relief. Your ass burns like you
have sat on an open flame.

“And this is for teasing poor Phillip,” the Cook says. “He is mine to play
with today.”

Oh shit, there’s more?

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! This time you do cover your bottom
with your hands. The Cook doesn’t stop. She keeps hitting your hands with
the brutal spatula until you can take no more. You snap your hands away
and she returns to beating your ass.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! The pain in your ass becomes a sun that
burns your bottom. Tears cloud your vision. You keep screaming but it
doesn’t make the pain go away.

The Cook stops once more. She says something but you don’t hear her over
your sobbing.

Your legs are kicked apart. Strong hands grab your hips. A hard cock is
pressed against the lips of your pussy.

No, no, no! Not now! Not with your ass burning like this!

The cock pushes inside you. Phillip’s crotch presses against our beaten ass
and you cry out. He doesn’t care. Phillip fucks you hard against the island
counter.

“Fuck!” you yell.

The Cook laughs. She is on the other side of the counter, eating a cream
pastry. Some of the cream has spilled onto the top of her large brown
breasts.

“That’s what you get for teasing him,” she says.

Phillip grunts and keeps slamming into you. He is a machine. He is

relentless. He is a beast in heat. His cock drives deeper inside you with each
thrust.

You rise from the counter. There is no escaping Phillip’s fucking. He has
you pinned against the counter and his cock will not let you go.

He keeps pounding you. His pelvis crashing into your tender ass almost
hurts as bad as the spatula did. His cock is a giant rampaging through your
soaked pussy.

How can you be so wet? Is it from teasing him earlier? It couldn’t be from
the spanking, could it? Maybe you are just turned on from being dominated
by two people. Is that something you were into before?

Well, it is something that you are into now. Your ass is on fire but your
pussy is a molten valley being filled with cock. Tears run down your cheeks
of both pleasure and pain. You keep screaming but your voice is getting
hoarse.

You climax. It comes swiftly and without warning. You come around
Phillips’ cock as your ass continues to burn.

The pleasure of climax is washed away by Phillip’s non-stop fucking. Any

afterglow you have is drowned out by the pain shooting through your
bottom.

How does he keep going like this? Did you really tease him that badly? You
know that you did but this is inhuman.
The Cook lifts her apron. A thick bush of black hair is between her thick
brown thighs. She strokes her pussy as she watches you get pummeled by
Phillip’s cock.

You come again. Is it because of the Cook watching you or because of

Phillip’s ramming cock? You are not sure. Most likely it is both.

Phillip grunts. His thrusts get harder. You feel his cock plunging deeper
than anyone else has gone before.

He yells and then his cock comes. You feel him ejaculate deep inside you.
His cock is a thick hose, filling your tight pussy with endless come.

When he is done, he pulls out of you. It is a relief to your battered sex. He

slaps your ass and you try to cry out but your throat is too hoarse.

Someone grabs your hair. It is the Cook. She pulls you from the counter and
your legs give out. You slide down to the floor but the Cook still has a grip
on your hair. She keeps you upright as you fall to your knees.

She still has her apron lifted. Her damp bush is inches from your face.

You know what to do. You lean into her bush and search for her sex with
your tongue. You lick and suck on her pussy juices.

Flavors spill into your mouth. You taste chocolate and cream. You taste fruit
and meats. You taste salt, pepper and other spices. You taste semen and
pussy juice.

It doesn’t make any sense but you keep licking. You lick as the Cook grinds
her pussy in your face. You lick as she smothers you with hair and flavor.
You lick and lick and lick.

The Cook comes. Her large body quakes as her pussy quivers. She grinds
your face one more time and then pulls your head away.
“Not bad,” the Cook says. She lets you go and you collapse against the wall
of the island counter.

“Shall I tell the butler we have a visitor?” Phillip says.

“Christos, no,” the Cook says. “Why would we do that? I found her, I’m
keeping her. They still haven’t replaced my last kitchen slave. I like my
pussy eaten on a regular basis.”

“What happened to the last slave?” Phillip says.

“The idiot went into the Mobius room,” the Cook says. “That one was too
stupid to live here long.”

The Cook presses a section of the island counter. A part of the wall slides
away. The inside of the counter is hollow. There is a small blanket inside.

“In you go,” the Cook says and she nudges you towards the hollow.

Why not? You are exhausted. Your ass burns and your pussy feels like it has
been fucked by a sports team. It is hard to think and you need a rest.

You crawl inside the hollow and lay on the blanket. The wall seals up
behind you. You are plunged into darkness.

Outside your cell, you hear the Cook and Phillip resume cooking. Pots and
pans are banged around. They forget about you as they get to work.

Don’t worry. Soon the Cook will need her pussy eaten and she will bring
you back out. Eat her pussy a few times and you will be eventually allowed
to wash the dishes.

Do a respectable job with that, and keep eating her pussy, and you might
even get to leave the kitchen once in a while.

The under-the-counter end.

My pantless ass is getting out of here!

You leap up from the counter and make a run for the door. This time you
reach for the knob at the top of the door. You turn it and there is a click. You
grab the door knob and pull. It opens!

“Hey, wait!” the Cook yells.

Fuck that. You run through the door and slam it behind you. The freezing
wind is harsh on your naked legs and ass but you don’t stop for a second.
You run along the side of the porch back towards the front of the house.

Lightning lights up the outside. Trees surround the house. The thunder rolls
and covers the sound of anyone chasing you.

You run past the outdoor bondage furniture. It looks even more sinister now
that you know what kind of kinky sex goes on inside. If you don’t keep
running, you might end up tied up there!

The rain is heavier than before. You run along the wet cobblestones down
the path to the gate. It is harder to see with the light of the house behind
you. The stones are slippery and you have to slow down to keep from
tripping.

A low hanging branch snags your arm. You pull your arm free and nearly
trip over a root that has grown through the path. Another branch smacks
you in the face and you flinch from the sting of thorns.

What the fuck? You don’t remember the trees being this close when you
came to the house? Is this the same path? You think it is. It is hard to tell in
the rain and the darkness.

You stop and look behind you at the house. You don’t see anyone. That’s
weird. You would have thought for sure that they would have chased you
down for what you did.
Oh well, that’s a lucky break for you. Granted, you are still butt-naked
outside in the rain but at least you are out of that house. It looks like
everything is going to be okay.

You start walking again and something wraps around your waist. It lifts you
from your feet and pulls you upwards. The wind and rain drowns out your
screams.

What has grabbed you? It is too dark to see. You push against whatever is
holding you but it has the texture of wood.

A branch smacks across your face like a slap. Thorns snag your shirt.
Something hard and thick wraps around your arm. A thin cord that feels
like a vine wraps around your leg.

Lightning flashes and you see a massive tree is right beside you. Its
branches are wrapped around you and slapping your face. The branches
move on their own as if the tree is alive!

The thorns dig into your clothes and you scream again. The branches pull
and the thorns rip large holes in your clothes. They tear your shirt from your
body with ease.

The freezing rain falls on your nearly naked body. You feel thorns dig into
your bra and rip chunks of the fabric away.

The tree is stripping you? To what end?

The wind howls. A thorny branch slaps into your ass and you cry out. A
thorny vine whips across your breasts and you scream. Branches grab your
arms and hold them out so you can’t cover yourself.

What is happening? Why is it happening? Is it because you left the house?

Does someone know that you snuck in and now you are being punished? Or
were you just unlucky enough to get near this asshole molesting tree?
Vines coil around your legs and pull them apart. You fight harder, doing
everything that you can to escape. The rain falls on your struggling bound
body.

Something thick and wooden presses against your sex. Oh shit, it is a

branch. It pushes up into your sex and fills you. It is too damn big. The
wood is hard and has no give. It plunges up inside you and you can do
nothing but take it.

A thorny branch keeps hitting your breasts. You wince and groan from
every cruel slap. The thorns sting and bite your sensitive mounds.

The branch inside you thrusts deeper. You shudder around the immense
girth inside you.

Something presses against your ass. Oh shit, it is another branch. It is

smaller but no less insistent as it pushes inside your tight hole. The wet rain
is the only lubricant as it penetrates your ass.

You scream again. Both branches are thrusting inside you. They are
merciless as they fuck you. Your wet pussy clenches tightly while your ass
clenches tighter.

Vines wrap around your head. Your jaws are forced apart as multiple vines
wrap tighter and tighter. You scream again but your cries are muffled by the
vines covering your mouth.

Branches continue to flail against your body. Your breasts suffer the most
slaps while the back of your thighs is a close second. A cruel branch slaps
the bottom of your left foot while an especially thorny branch smacks the
inside of your right arm.

Throughout it all, the branches in your ass and pussy keep fucking. The
wood is thick inside you and unforgiving. They thrust and thrust and you
wonder, to what end? Will the branches climax or will this just continue
forever?
Your orgasm builds within you. It surprises you that you could come under
such a weird circumstance. There is too much pain, there is too much wood
inside you and too much chilly rain but still your body wants to come.

You scream your orgasm but the vines smother your cries.

The branches keep thrusting inside you. The thorny branches keep flogging
your naked body. The cold wind keeps blowing and the colder rain keeps
falling. Your orgasm is meaningless as the tree keeps fucking you.

You hang limp within your bondage as your ordeal continues. Your body
hurts and your ass aches but your pussy is still wet.

Lightning flashes and you see the house. Maybe someone in there will
notice you. Perhaps one of them will come out and rescue you. You would
much rather be fucked inside the house than ravished forever out here in the
yard of the haunted house.

The hard wooden end.

The tacos.

You’ll make healthier choices some other time. You really want one of
those tacos.

Leaning over the plate so you don’t make a mess, you pick one up and take
a bite. Damn, it is good. The meat is well-seasoned and the cheese almost
melts in your mouth. The shell is fresh and crisp. A little bit of sauce
dribbles down your chin but you quickly lick it as you don’t want a single
drop of this delicious taco to escape your mouth.

One isn’t enough. You finish the first and eat a second. After a glass of the
lemonade juice, you eat a third and fourth taco. You should really stop but
fuck it, you have a fifth taco because they are just that damn good.

You tear yourself away from the plate. Your hands are sticky so you go to
the sink and wash them. All the while, you keep licking your lips as you try
to find any remnant of the tacos left behind.

As you dry your hands, something touches your pussy. It felt like a nudge
from maybe a finger or a nose. You look down but nothing is touching your
pants.

Something touches your sex again. This time it felt like a lick! There was
no mistaking the feeling of a tongue running along your pussy lips.

What the fuck is going on? You undo your pants and stick your hand down
there. You feel another lick and your fingers go to the spot that was licked.
There is nothing there.

The licking continues. Your thighs quiver but your heart is pounding. What
the fuck is licking you?

You pull your pants down. You do the same with your panties. Leaning
against the sink, you bend over and look at your pussy.
There is nothing there but you feel the licking. A mouth is pressed against
your sex. You can feel their breath on your lips and you can feel their
tongue going deeper inside you.

You start to panic. Are you losing your mind? You keep trying to touch
whatever is eating you but there is nothing there.

Could it be some sort of ghost? That’s ridiculous! Then again, this house
did look creepy as fuck from the outside. Didn’t it remind you of something
from a horror movie? Maybe it is a ghost eating you!

The mouth licks deeper and your knees shake. Ghost or not, it knows how
to lick pussy.

You stand back up and lean against the sink. The unseen mouth is
insatiable. It presses against your sex and licks deep from your pussy. You
feel a phantom nose pressing against your sex and your hips begin to sway
as you grind against it.

The man is across the kitchen from you. He is listening and looks confused.
He can hear your groans but the blindfold keeps him from seeing what is
happening.

The mouth begins to hum. You don’t hear anything but you feel the
vibrations on your pussy lips. The mouth hums while the tongue flicks
wildly within you.

“Fuck!” you cry out. When was the last time that you were eaten like this?

The mouth finds your clitoris. It sucks down hard while the tongue licks
your sensitive nub.

Your legs give out and you slide down the side of the counter to the flour.
You try to spread your legs but the pants are still around your knees. In a
frenzy, you kick off your shoes, pants and panties. Nude from the waist
down, you spread your legs on the kitchen floor.
The mouth alternates between licking your clitoris and licking the rest of
your pussy. The unseen face grinds against your pussy. Is it a man or a
woman? You can’t tell for sure but you know which one you think it is.

You are going to come. How could you not? The mouth knows your pussy
so well. The tongue does things you didn’t think were possible. The lips
suck and nibble in just the right ways. Your clitoris is given attention and
then denied in a regular cycle of devouring.

“Fuck!” you yell as you come. Your scream fills the kitchen. Pleasure
courses through your body and you shake uncontrollably.

The mouth is suddenly gone. You wait but it doesn’t return. Maybe it is for
the best. You came so hard that you don’t know if you could stand.

“Unbelievable,” a woman’s voice says.

You are startled and look up. A black woman wearing a butler’s uniform
stands before you. The uniform barely contains her many curves. She is
crowned with a short blonde afro. Although she is shaking her head in
annoyance, her eyes twinkle as if trying not to laugh.

“I’m sorry!” you say as you climb to your feet. Your legs nearly give out
but you manage to stand. Shame comes over you as you realize you are
nearly naked and you cover your crotch.

“That doesn’t matter,” the black woman says. “You came into the house
uninvited and have taken what doesn’t belong to you! As the butler here, it
is my duty to find a suitable punishment!”

“I don’t know what came over me!” you say. “My car broke down and I
saw the light here. I wanted to use your phone but uh, I saw the kitchen
light and uh . . .”

“You decided to sneak in, molest a helpless servant, eat our food and then
have sex on the kitchen floor?” the butler says.
You don’t know what to say. That’s exactly what happened.

The butler grabs you by the arm. She pulls you towards the door. The chair
is still propped up against the knob. Wait, how did she get in here?

She kicks the chair aside and opens the door. Still holding onto your arm.
She drags you into a well-lit hallway covered in wood paneling. Her grip is
immensely strong and you have no choice but to follow even though you
are still butt-naked.

“You have taken from the house,” the butler says, “so you must give back.
Tell me, trespasser, what is your better quality? Is it your mouth or your
ass?”

What kind of question is that? You don’t answer and her grip on your arm
tightens. Pain shoots through you. Fuck, you better answer now!
What is your best quality?

My mouth.

My ass.
The carrots.

Sometimes even the healthy food is the delicious choice. You pick one up
and give it a bite.

Flavors explode in your mouth. There’s cumin, a touch of garlic, maybe

fennel and a dozen other spices you can’t identify. The assorted flavors
blend together in a wonderful harmony.

You take another bite. New flavors reveal themselves. Bite by bite, you
devour the carrot stick and savor every moment. It is the best damn carrot
that you have ever had.

Fuck having just one. You eat another carrot stick. It has a wider range of
flavors than the last one. Is that bacon you taste?

You eat three more carrots. Each one is a culinary delight in your mouth.
You are not sure that you have ever eaten these many carrots in one sitting.

There is a big dent in the carrot pile. You spread them around so it doesn’t
look so obvious that someone has been eating them. You don’t do a
convincing job. It might be time to go now.

You take a step to the kitchen door when someone presses against your sex.
At first you think your pants are riding up but no, you feel it again.
Something round and thick is pressing against your pussy lips!

You undo your pants and reach in. All you feel is your sex. There is nothing
there.

Wait, the pressure returns. Something shaped like a cock slips inside your
sex!

You rip your pants down as well as your panties. Leaning against the
counter, you bend over and try to look at your sex.
The lips of your pussy are being held open as something invisible pushes
inside you. You watch in amazement as it plunges deep inside you.

Fuck, it feels good. You grip the counter for support. The unseen intruder is
just the right size for you.

What the fuck could it be? Are you having a stroke? Are you getting fucked
by an invisible cock? This outside of the house did remind you of a horror
movie. Are you getting fucked by a ghost?

The invisible cock plunges in and out of you. Your hand goes to your sex
but even though your pussy can feel the cock, your hands touch nothing. It
is a paradox that makes you a little dizzy so you pull your hand away.

The cock goes faster. You collapse onto the counter. Your pants and panties
pool around your feet as the cock fucks you deeply. You roll your hips
towards the unseen fucker and the two of you find a steady rhythm.

You look at the bound man. He is straining to listen to your fucked pussy. Is
he doing this somehow? No. His cock is hard but it isn’t the right shape.

The cock fucks you harder. You want more. You kick off your pants and
underwear. You spread your legs and brace yourself on the counter. Your
ass lifts as you invite him deeper.

The cock goes deeper. It fucks you so hard that the counter creaks. You
moan and clench. You reach down to hold onto something but then
remember there is nothing to grab.

This is what you need. You are getting fucked hard on a kitchen counter. It
doesn’t matter that you don’t know what is fucking you. All that matters is
that they have a great cock and they are using it to fuck you.

You feel your orgasm coming. It rises within you like a surging tide. Your
eyes clench shut as the cock drives deeper and faster.
“Fuck!” you yell. Your climax explodes through your body. You start to
shake and your thighs clench together. You slam your fist into the counter
as pleasure over takes you.

You collapse again onto the counter. You realize the cock is gone. It left just
as mysteriously as it arrived. That’s fine. You are exhausted. Afterglow
embraces your body. It is questionable on whether you can even stand.

“Unbelievable,” a woman’s voice says.

You are startled and look up. A black woman wearing a butler’s uniform
stands before you. The uniform barely contains her many curves. She is
crowned with a short blonde afro. Although she is shaking her head in
annoyance, her eyes twinkle as if trying not to laugh.

“I’m sorry!” you say as you stand back up. Your legs nearly give out but
you manage to stand. Shame comes over you as you realize you are nearly
naked and you cover your crotch.

“That doesn’t matter,” the black woman says. “You came into the house
uninvited and have taken what doesn’t belong to you. As the butler here, it
is my duty to find a suitable punishment.”

“I don’t know what came over me!” you say. “My car broke down and I
saw the light here. I wanted to use your phone but uh, I saw the kitchen
light and uh . . .”

“You decided to sneak in, molest a helpless servant, eat our food and then
have sex on the kitchen counter?” the butler says.

You don’t know what to say. That’s exactly what happened.

The butler grabs you by the arm. She pulls you towards the door. The chair
is still propped up against the knob. Wait, how did she get in here?

She kicks the chair aside and opens the door. Still holding onto your arm.
She drags you into a well-lit hallway covered in wood paneling. Her grip is
immensely strong and you have no choice but to follow even though you
are still butt-naked.

“You have taken from the house,” the butler says, “so you must give back.
Tell me, trespasser, what is your better quality? Is it your mouth or your
ass?”

What kind of question is that? You don’t answer and the grip on your arm
tightens. Pain shoots through you. Fuck, you better answer now!
What is your best quality?

My mouth.

My ass.
My mouth.

The butler nods and her grip loosens. She still has a hold on you but at least
it doesn’t hurt.

“I thought so,” the butler says. “You have the lips for it.”

She pulls you up a staircase and down another hall. You try to get a look at
the house but the butler moves at an amazing pace. No two hallways look
the same as the material changes from wood paneling to new wallpaper to
bare drywall to fresh paint to fading wallpaper. The styles change as well
and you feel like the house is made from jigsaw pieces from other houses.

Eventually the butler brings you to a hallway where people’s heads are
sticking out of the wall. All the heads are level with your crotch. The heads
turn towards you and you let out a cry. The heads belong to people on the
other side of the wall!

There are five heads with a slot for a sixth. The butler touches the slot and a
section of the wall slides away. There is a low seat inside the wall.

The butler shoves you towards the seat. You sit down and a strange
paralysis comes over you. Your limbs feel heavy and numb. You try to
move your arms but nothing happens.

The butler grabs your hair. She pulls you forward and then touches the wall
again. The wall slides back over the hole that was formed. It encircles your
neck. You are now trapped with the other heads.

“Two rules for the Hall of Mouths,” the butler says. “First, lick and eat
whatever is put before you. The more people you bring pleasure to, the
quicker you will be let go. Two, never talk. If you do, your fellow heads
will tell and your stay here will be doubled. Understand?”

“How long will I be here?” you ask.

The butler smiles. “Quite a while.”

She walks away.

You turn your head and try to look at your fellow captives. To your left is an
older woman with white hair. On your right is a young man with a really
long tongue. You want to talk but the eager way they look at you stops your
tongue. They are dying to report your disobedience.

Maybe you can move now. You try but your arms won’t move. Your legs
are dead as well. What is odd is that you can’t even feel your fingers or
toes. For that matter, you don’t really feel anything. It is like only your head
exists.

You look around. There is a long bench up against the other wall. It looks
padded. You wonder what it is for.

There are footsteps. The other heads get excited. They open their mouths
and make sucking sounds.

A man comes around the corner. He is completely naked. His cock swings
between his legs; hard and ready to fuck.

“Hey, a new one!” he says as he stops in front of you. He strokes his cock.
“What’s your name?”

You shake your head. You won’t be caught that easily.

“It doesn’t matter,” he says and he shoves his cock into your mouth.

You suck him. There is nothing else to do. You move your head as much as
the wall will allow which isn’t much. Your tongue goes to work and you
lick him.

The man groans. He thrusts into you. Your jaw goes slack as he fucks your
face.
It doesn’t take long before he comes. Hot seed goes into your throat. All
you can do is swallow.

When he is done, the man pulls his cock out. He wipes the tip on your face.
Without another word, he walks off.

You try to move again. Nothing. It is odd. You don’t feel anything.

Later, another man comes. This one is darkly handsome and he wears a
white suit. He says nothing as he rams his slender cock down your throat.
He grunts as you suck him. His pubic hair is thick and tickles your nose.
The man sighs softly as he comes in your mouth. He leaves without saying
anything

Soon afterwards, a dark woman in a white dress comes by. She could be the
twin of the man who had you last except her curves are undeniably that of a
woman. She looks at you and you wonder what she intends to do.

The woman grabs the bench on the other side and slides it under you. She
lifts her dress up to reveal a thick bush of pubic hair. Sitting on the bench,
she reclines and then pulls herself to the wall. Her pussy is right under your
face.

So that is what the bench is for! You have no choice but to lick. You go
down on her and lick as best you can. Her pubic hair tickles your nose just
like the men did.

Fingernails dig into your scalp as the woman holds your head. Her pussy
rises as she grinds against your face. Thighs shudder when she finally
comes.

When she is done, the woman returns the bench to the other side of the
wall. She pulls her dress back down and leaves. Her pussy juices dry on
your face.

Time passes. Weirdly, you don’t feel the need to use the bathroom. You also
don’t get hungry. How is that possible?
A woman dressed in a maid’s outfit comes by. She is short and blonde. Her
uniform consists of black heels and a top that is more lace than anything
else. Her bare ass and sex are on display.

The woman doesn’t get the bench. She sits down and one by one, wipes the
faces of the people trapped here. She uses a warm washcloth and you are
grateful when she cleans the come and pussy juice from your face. You try
to show your appreciation with a smile but her bored expression never
changes.

More time passes. Men and women come to use your mouth until the
novelty of the new person wears out. They begin to use the other people.
Some people still fuck your mouth but not everyone. It isn’t long before you
become jealous when the other mouths are used and not yours.

How much time has passed? You are not sure. You can’t remember the last
time that you ate. Is your punishment nearly up or do you have longer to
go? It is too bad that you are forbidden to ask.

It is best not to think of such things. All you need to worry about it how
well you are going to suck the next cock or lick the next pussy.

The oral end.

My ass.

The butler nods and her grip loosens. She still has a hold on you but at least
it doesn’t hurt.

“I thought so,” the butler says. “You have the hips for it.”

She pulls you into another hall. You try to get a look at the house but the
butler moves at an amazing pace. No two hallways look the same as the
material changes from wood paneling to new wallpaper to bare drywall to
fresh paint to fading wallpaper. The styles change as well and you feel like
the house was made from jigsaw pieces from other houses.

Eventually the butler brings you to a hallway where people are bent over at
the waist with their naked bottoms on display. Their legs are spread apart
like inverted V’s. Their torsos emerge from holes in the wall and appear to
be locked in some sort of strange stocks. The rest of their bodies must be on
the other side of the wall.

There are five people bent over with a slot for a sixth. There are three
women and two men. The butler touches the empty slot and a section of the
wall slides away. There is just a bench for someone to lean on.

“In here,” the butler says.

You shake your head but the butler grabs your head and pushes you towards
it. You bend over the bench and your body immediately goes limp. You
collapse onto the bench as if paralyzed from the waist up.

The butler lets go of you but you can’t move. There is a click and the wall
encloses around your waist. You are plunged into darkness.

You try to move but all that responds are your legs. You brace yourself and
try to pull your body through the hole in the wall. The hole is too tight
around you.
The butler grabs your butt. She squeezes it and then gives it a light slap.

“There is one rule for the Hall of Asses,” the butler says. “You will take
whatever is done to you. That won’t be hard to comply with since you are
helpless. Keep in mind that the more people you bring pleasure to, the
quicker you will be let go.”

You try to speak but your mouth refuses to open. For that matter, you can’t
even feel your mouth anymore. Neither can you feel your arms, your face,
your hands, your chest or any part of your body that isn’t outside of the
hole.

You hear footsteps walk away. The butler has left you.
Time passes. You keep trying to pull yourself out. Your legs kick and push
but you can’t move.

Something trickles down your legs. It is your pussy. It is soaking wet. How
can you be aroused at a time like this? Most of your body is paralyzed and
numb but you can feel the need in your sex.

Someone grabs your ass. You jump. Something presses against the lips of
your pussy. It is a cock and it slips inside you.

You try to moan but you can’t make a sound. You try to escape but there is
nowhere to go. You try to resist but there is nothing you can do.

The cock fucks you. It is thick and long and completely fills you. Rough
hands hold onto your hips while the man pounds you.

It feels wonderful. Your greedy pussy clenches around it. You stop
struggling and instead roll your hips to fuck the cock back.

You wonder who he is. Could he be the man from the kitchen? If not him,
then who? Could it be one of the people who run this house or maybe a
servant? You may never know.
You climax. You want to scream your orgasm but your body is still. All you
can do is quiver around the ramming cock.

The man comes. He fills your needy sex with hot seed before pulling out of
you.

You wait for him to enter you again. Nothing happens.

Time passes. Pussy juices and semen run down your legs.

You don’t get hungry. You don’t get thirsty. You have no need to use the
bathroom. How is that possible?

Fingers touch your ass. Sharp nails graze your buttocks. It feels like a
woman’s hand.

WHAP! She slaps your ass. You try to cry out but your lips won’t move.

WHAP! She slaps your ass again. Your buttocks clench as pain shoots
through your bottom.

The woman keeps slapping your ass. Your bottom jump and wiggles but
there is no way to dodge her slaps. You try kicking with your legs but that
only makes her slap you harder.

You take it. You take her spanking and you can’t even scream your pain.
You take her relentless spanks and all your ass can do is suffer.

Eventually she stops. Your ass burns. She leaves you alone with your pain.

More time passes. The pain fades.

Someone touches your ass. You flinch but then something cold and
soothing pours onto your bottom. It feels nice.

Nimble hands rub the liquid onto your asshole. The liquid is remarkably
slippery. You begin to tense.
A cock presses against your asshole. You want to groan but all you can do
is clench.

The cock presses harder. They won’t give up. You try to relax.

Your asshole expands and finally the cock slips inside you. Your legs
tremble and you want to groan but of course you can’t.

The man fucks your ass. He is slow and steady as he fills you. Your ass is
tight around his throbbing cock. He goes deeper with every thrust as he
opens you more and more.

You wish that you could cry out. You wish that you could grab something to
hold onto. You wish that you could reach down and stroke your neglected
pussy.

The cock trembles. He quickly pulls out and it feels like he left a void
behind in your ass. A moment later, a splash of hot seed lands on your ass.
It is followed by another splash and then another until his cock is
completely drained.

The cock doesn’t return. You stay there, bent over as semen dries on your
ass.

Time passes.

Something wet touches your ass. It feels like a cloth. It rubs your bottom
but not in a seductive way. No, this is methodical. Someone is cleaning
your ass.

The wet cloth goes between your legs. It presses against your sex and feels
wonderful. You grind against the cloth but it is gone before you can come.

The cloth moves to your legs. It scrubs away the mess that you and others
have made. When your legs are clean, the cloth goes away.
Who was that? It must be a servant of some kind. Do they clean everyone
here in the Hall of Asses?

More time passes. Your pussy and ass are fucked by unknown men.
Sometimes people of both sexes finger your pussy. Other times your ass is
spanked.

You lose count of how many people use you. You lose count of how many
times you are cleaned. You lose track of the last time you ate or used the
bathroom.

Your pussy is fingered and fucked. Your ass is spanked, fingered and
fucked. Sometimes, people masturbate and you didn’t even know they were
there until you feel the hot splash of their seed on your legs or ass.

It becomes hard to remember things in the darkness. What did the house
look like? What did you look like? Did you ever really have hands? Did
you have a body? Maybe you have always existed here, bent over and used
in the Hall of Asses.

It is best not to think of such things. You clear your mind and wiggle your
bottom. Maybe you can lure someone else into fucking your always needy
pussy.

The fucked end.

Yes, I don’t fuck guys I find in a creepy house.

He’s cute and well hung but you don’t feel comfortable having sex in a
house full of perverts who would want to take you prisoner if they knew
you were here. That sort of stuff only happens in horror movies and badly
written porn stories.

Phillip leaves and you hear the click of the door as he locks it. The wind
howls outside but the crackling of the fireplace is comforting. You feel safe
here.

You also feel very tired. It has been a long night. As nervous as you are
about being discovered, you are also exhausted. It might be best if you
catch some sleep so that you are rested for your escape tomorrow.

The bed is clean and looks freshly made. Do they keep this room clean and
laundered even with no one living here? You wonder how long ago Mrs.
Hayley passed away.

You slip off the robe that you are borrowing and climb into bed. The
mattress is soft with a lot of give. You burrow under the sheets and sigh
happily at how warm they are. The material feels great against your naked
skin. This is a perfect bed for sleeping away a stormy night.

The fireplace crackles and you look at the covered painting that hangs over
the mantelpiece. You wonder what Mrs. Hayley looked like. Phillip spoke
very fondly of her. You imagine she looks like a kindly old grandmother
with white hair and dimpled cheeks.

Exhaustion sweeps over you. Your eyes close and settle into your pillow.
You start to think about Phillip but fall asleep almost instantly.

Strange dreams fill your night. You dream of a man forcing you to pick a
mask. The dream changes to that of a pale woman with long black hair who
keeps biting you. After running away from her, you dream about going up
into an attic where a man with a knife waits for you. He lunges for you, his
knife slashing towards your throat.

You awake with a start. Your heart is pounding a thousand beats a minute.
You try to reach for your throat but something is holding your hand down.

What the fuck? You are under the covers but the sheets feel tight against
your body. It is like some invisible force is pinning you down to the bed.

You try to sit up but can’t. Even moving the fingers on your hand is hard.
Fortunately, the sheets are not pressing down hard enough to restrict your
breathing but any other movement is impossible.

What is going on? You look around the room from your prone position for
any clues. Is someone here? Have you been discovered?

The sheet has been pulled down from the painting over the mantelpiece. It
shows a beautiful older woman with greying brown hair. She is wearing a
transparent flower dress that leaves little to the imagination. You can clearly
see the outline of her pubic bush under the dress.

Is that Mrs. Hayley? She is quite beautiful. She doesn’t look like your
grandmotherly image at all. You can see why Phillip thinks fondly of her.

Who took the sheet down? Has Phillip been back? Is he the one responsible
for the sheets holding you like this? How are the sheets holding you
anyway?

Something moves beside the bed. It is your blouse. It floats in the air as if
someone is wearing it. You can see the outline of bare breasts pressing
against the fabric.

Your heart beats faster. Being trapped is one thing but this is something
else. How is your blouse floating? Who or what is wearing it and where is
the rest of their body?
The blouse floats over the bed. Your panties come into view. They hover
beneath the blouse, right where they should be if they were being worn.

Fuck, is this a ghost? It sure as fuck looks like a ghost. How else can your
clothes be floating like this? No amount of wires or strings could simulate
the poking of nipples against your blouse or the outline of pussy lips
straining against your panties.

“Hello?” you try. “Are you Mrs. Hayley?”

The floating blouse lifts a sleeve. It rises and falls.

“Is that a yes?” you try.

The sleeve repeats the motion.

“Uh, okay,” you say. “I am sorry for intruding on your bedroom. Phillip
said I could stay here until we escape in the morning. I would appreciate it
if you would let me go. These sheets are a little tight.”

The blouse sleeve moves from side to side.

“Uh, is that a no?” you ask.

The sleeve rises and falls.

Fuck. “I am really sorry for sleeping in your bed,” you try.

Something cups your right breast. You feel a palm press down and fingers
squeeze. Your nipple is trapped between two fingers and is pinched.

Wait, it isn’t a hand, it is the sheet. It feels like a hand is on the other side of
the sheet squeezing your breast.

Something presses against your sex. It is the sheet but it feels like a hand.
Fingers press down on your mound and begin to rub.
“Ohhh, Mrs. Hayley,” you moan. Phillip did tell you that the old lady was
perverted. It looks like death hadn’t changed anything.

Another hand presses down on your left breast. Invisible fingers knead and
pull on your flesh. It massages your breast with knowing skill.

The hand on your other breast is completely different. It pinches and twists
your nipple. The sheet digs into your breast as unseen fingernails poke
against you. This breast is crushed and pulled on.

Wait, with a hand on each breast and a hand pressing against your sex, that
makes three hands. How is Mrs. Hayley groping you with three hands? Are
there other ghosts or do you become multi-talented in the afterlife?

The sheet on your sex presses inside you and you forget all about counting
hands. You soak the sheet as it enters you. Plunging fingers reach deep
inside you and begin to stroke.

It is still raining outside. Lightning flashes and is followed by thunder. The

wind howls and the rain splatters against the windows.

The room fills with your moaning. The bed creaks as your hips shift and
grind.
You pull hard on the sheets but they keep you pinned down.

You bask in the sensations. One hand caresses your left breast while another
hand torments the other. The hand between your legs fingers you through
the sheet. The fingers are experienced and know all the right places to
stroke.

The floating clothes come closer to your face. Your panties hover above you
and then descend. Your mouth is covered by the panties and you feel the
presence of an unseen pussy on the other side.

You open your mouth and start to lick. It is your pussy juices that you taste
but it is not your pussy that you feel quivering on the other side of the
fabric. A weight settles on your face as the ghost of Mrs. Hayley rides you.
The sheet inside you plunges deeper. You are fingerfucked by the ghost as
you eat her pussy through your own panties. The unseen pussy grinds on
your face while you grind against the probing fingers.

The panties press harder against your face. Invisible pussy lips kiss your
mouth through wet panties. It is strange to lick pussy that has no warmth
and doesn’t have any juices of its own but you keep at it.

The thunder rolls and triggers something within you. The stroking sheet
inside you brings you to an orgasm. Pleasure explodes through your body as
you clench hard on ghostly fingers.

The panties rise from your face. You shudder and moan in the bed. The
sheets hold you down like a lover’s firm hug.

There is a click sound. The door opens and in walks Phillip. He is still
naked but now he has a big smile on his face.

“Good evening, Mrs. Hayley,” he says.

The floating blouse dips towards him in acknowledgement.

“Hey, Phillip!” you say. “Can you ask her to let me go?”

“Why?” Phillip asks. “You belong to her now. She gets so lonely in here
and I can’t keep her company all of the time.”

Your stomach sinks at his words. “But we are still escaping in the morning,
right? I mean, I can’t stay here forever.”

“Can’t you?” Phillip says. “I am pretty sure you can. That was the whole
point of bringing you here. The other people in the house are too busy to
keep Mrs. Hayley entertained but someone who broke into the house? You
are someone we can spare for a lonely ghost.”
His betrayal stings. You scream and try to sit up. The sheets don’t even
budge.

Phillip laughs. “Don’t wear yourself out. Mrs. Hayley has a lot planned for
you. I’ll leave you two alone but I’ll be back in the morning with some
food. If you play well, Mrs. Hayley might even let you eat some of it.”

Phillip leaves the bedroom and closes the door behind him. The door clicks
as he locks it.

You scream again. The panties fly over to your mouth and pushes in. You
struggle but there is no fighting the panties gagging your mouth.

A closet door opens. A dozen objects float out. You see a paddle, some
clamps, a flogger, several dildoes, a candle and a large plastic frog.

“Oh no,” you try to moan but the panties keep you gagged. The sheets pull
back from your naked body. You try to rise but the invisible force is still
there. You are still pinned to the bed but now you are naked and exposed.

The objects spin over your body as Mrs. Hayley decides on what to do with
you first. It is going to be a long night. No, it is going to be a long series of
nights of being ravished inside this haunted house.

The captive end.

I do. I’m not going to argue with a ghost.

You crawl over to the bed post. How is this supposed to work, anyway? The
post is sticking straight up. Do you try to stand on the bed and lower
yourself onto it, or do you put one foot on the rail and the other foot on the
ground?

A hairbrush sitting on the bed table begins to rise. It floats towards you and
swings at your breast. WHAP! It slaps your breast with stinging force.

“Fuck!” you yell. “I’m going, I’m going!”

There is no time to think of something so you are going to try the direct
method. You stand up on the bed and get near the be post. The mattress
corner lowers under your weight. This is going to be tricky.

You turn around and squat down. Holding onto the post, you guide it into
your sex. The hard wood pushes inside you. Your pussy stretches around
the wood and struggle to take it all.

“There,” you say to the floating clothes. “Is that what you want?”

The sleeve of the shirt moves up and down and then points to you.

You groan. “Fine,” you say. You brace yourself and try to hump the bed
post. It is awkward as hell to do on the mattress. Your weight keeps shifting
and you worry that you are going to fall. The last thing you want to do is let
gravity impale this thick bedpost any deeper inside you.

WHAP! The hairbrush strikes your other breast. The sting breaks your
concentration and you nearly lose your balance.

“What?” you snap.

The shirt sleeve moves rapidly up and down.

You groan and do as Mrs. Hayley commands. Up and down you go, moving
faster and faster as you adjust to the bedpost. The thick wood drives deep
inside you.

Despite the strangeness of the situation, you are soaking wet. The post feels
good inside you. It is thick and solid in ways you had never appreciated
before.

WHAP! The brush hits your ass. You clench hard around the thick bedpost.
Your legs tremble and you fight to keep your balance.

“I’m going as fast as I can!” you yell.

WHAP! The brush hits your ass again. Obviously, Mrs. Hayley thinks you
can do better.

You moan and hump the bedpost as fast as you can. It rams deep inside you.
The mattress wobbles and the bed creaks. This is incredibly unsafe but you
don’t dare disobey the demanding ghost.

The zipper on the floating pants opens. You see your panties underneath.
The pants pull down and your panties are floating in the air by themselves.
Was the ghost wearing your panties under your pants the whole time?

WHAP! The hairbrush smacks the bottom of your ass. You quit speculating
and resume humping the post as fast as you can.

The blouse and panties float up into the air. The panties are level with your
face. They drift closer and you can see the outline of a pussy pushing
against the fabric.

The blouse sleeve goes to your head and grabs your hair. It pulls you
forward until your face is pressed against your own panties. The panties
grind against your face and you feel the phantom presence of a pussy
through the thin material.
It is impossible to keep humping in this position. You are struggling to stay
upright with the bedpost inside you and your head forced to lean forward.
Your legs tremble and you wonder how long you can keep this position.

The panties grind against your face. Unsure of what else to do, you open
your mouth and lick. You lick your own panties as you try to appease the
ghost woman that is wearing them.

The brush touches your ass. You flinch but it is not slapping you. The flat of
the brush rubs up and down your ass, reminding of what could happen if
you stop licking.

You lick the invisible pussy through the panties. There is nothing to taste
but your tongue can feel the outlines of pussy lips. Your nose presses deep
against the cloth of the panties and you feel the unseen sex quiver on the
other side. The panties become soaked with your spit.

The bedpost is still deep inside you. Your pussy clenches tightly around it.
The mattress is unsteady beneath your feet. You try to shift your weight to
keep your legs from aching but every movement seems to impale you
deeper onto the bedpost.

Your only escape is to somehow please Mrs. Hayley. Do ghosts get off?
You are going to try to find out.

You lick as hard as you can. You moan into your floating panties. You swirl
your tongue the way your special friend taught you to. You twist your head
from side to side as you try to explore every part of the ghost’s sex.

The fireplace flares up. The dressers slide in and out. The chairs by the
table rise and then crash into the ground. The curtains whip furiously from
side to side.

You keep licking. Your legs hurt from standing on the bed over the bedpost
but you keep licking. Your wet pussy clenches around the hard wooden post
but you keep licking. Your jaw begins to hurt but you keep licking.
The sleeve lets go of your hair. The panties move away from your face. The
sleeves press down on the panties. Both sets of clothes quiver in the air.

She came. The ghost climaxed. You did it!

Now it is your turn. Not waiting to be told, you go back to humping the
bedpost. Up and down you fuck the post and drive the wood deep inside
you.

It only takes a few thrusts and you are coming. You cry out your orgasm
and the rain answers you by battering against the windows.

You pull yourself off the bedpost and collapse onto the bed. Your thighs are
sore. Your calves are burning. Your pussy feels like a bus has driven
through it. Exhaustion comes over you but also the pleasure of afterglow.

One of the dresser drawers opens. Scarves of different colors fly out. They
swirl above you in a rainbow display.

Without warning, the scarves dive down towards your body. They wrap
around your wrists and ankles. The scarves pull your limbs out towards the
bed posts and then wrap themselves around them. In a matter of seconds,
you are bound and helpless on the large bed.

You look for the floating blouse and panties but they are gone. Maybe they
have been discarded and are on the floor. You look at the painting instead.
The gaze of Mrs. Hayley seems to look down on you.

“Hey, I played your little scene,” you say. “Enough is enough. I don’t want
to play anymore!”

There is a click. It is coming from the door. It swings open and you are
relieved to see that it is Phillip!

“Help!” you say to him. “Get me out of here!”

Phillip smiles and shakes his head. “Why would I do that? The reason I
brought you here was to see if Mrs. Hayley wanted to play with you. It is
clear that she does.”

“What about our escape together?” you try.

Phillip laughs. “And leave all this behind? No, no, no. I love serving here
and I love serving Mrs. Hayley. Soon, you will too.”

“Fuck, shit!” you yell. You pull against the scarves but they hold tight. You
get frustrated and let out a scream.

Phillip patiently waits until you are done screaming. “Go ahead and yell but
no one will hear you. Well, they will hear you but they know better than to
come in here. Mrs. Hayley has only become more playful since she passed
away. The other people in the house will be glad to know she found
someone else to play with.”

“Fuck you!” you yell at Phillip.

“Later,” he says. “Mrs. Hayley will want me to fuck you for her games but
right now, I think she would much rather break you in herself. I’ll bring you
some food tomorrow and see how she is progressing.”

Phillip opens the door and leaves. You hear the click of the door locking. It
is just you and the ghost of Mrs. Hayley in the room.

A closet door opens. A dozen objects float out. You see a paddle, some
clamps, a flogger, several dildoes, a candle and a large plastic frog.

“Oh no,” you moan. You pull again on the scarves but it is useless. You are
bound securely to the bed.

The objects spin over your body as Mrs. Hayley decides on what to do with
you first. It is going to be a long night. No, it is going to be a long series of
nights of being ravished inside this haunted house.
The captive end.
No, I’m taking my chances out in the hallway.

This night has gotten too weird for you. Kinky people who hold handsome
men prisoners is one thing, but voyeur ghosts who want to see you
masturbate is just too much. It is time to get out of here.

You roll off the bed and look for your underwear. Shit, you don’t see it
anywhere. Wait, could Mrs. Hayley be wearing it under your blouse and
pants?

The clothes float over to you. Funny, you don’t see your bra and you don’t
plan to get close enough to look down your pants.

One of the blouse sleeves points at you and then points at the ground. Ha! Is
she telling you to kneel?

Fuck this, you can get clothes elsewhere. You grab your shoes and rush for
the door. The clothes float in front of you but you easily run around them.
You run to the door and grab the doorknob.

The knob doesn’t turn. That’s right, Phillip locked it! Fine, you’ll just
unlock it.

There is no locking mechanism on this side.

“Fuck, shit,” you groan. Phillip locked you in!

WHAP! Something small and hard smacks into your bare ass. You spin
around and grab your tender ass.

A hairbrush floats in front of you. It tries to get behind you but you step
away. It ducks to the left and you turn. It ducks to the right and you turn.
You are not letting it get a second chance at your bottom.

THUMP! Something else smacks into your bottom. You spin around and
see a thick book floating in the air. It has a picture of a woman sucking
someone’s cock on the cover. The title reads, “The Sucking Secretary.”

WHAP! The hairbrush takes advantage of your distraction and smacks your
ass.

“Fuck!” you yell and run away from the door. You stand in front of the
fireplace as the book and the brush float around you. The bastards are trying
to surround you.

You cover your ass with your hands as best you can. There, that should stop
them.

WHAP! The brush slaps your left breast. It is fast and hard. The sting burns
your sensitive flesh.

You grab your breast and as soon as you do, THUMP, the book collides into
your ass. The thick book doesn’t sting like the brush but the solid weight of
the book is a shock to your ass.

“Fuck, shit!” you yell. You back yourself against the fireplace. There, if
they want to smack your ass they will have to risk catching fire. Your arms
fold over your chest as you protect your breasts.

The floating clothes come closer. The sleeves point down to the ground
before it. One of the pant legs sways and you realize it is tapping an unseen
foot.

“Hell, no,” you say. “And you can’t make me!”

The hairbrush and book fall to the ground. A closet door opens. A dozen
objects fly out. They range in colors from dark red to pink to black. They
line up in front of you and you get a good look at them.

They are stiff handles with multiple lashes attached to each of them. You
know what these are. They’re called floggers and they are like a dozen
small whips compressed into one toy.
“Oh shit,” you say as the floggers swarm at you.

THWAP! THAWP! THAWP! The floggers attack your body. Numerous

leather ends snap and whip at your bare skin.

You are overwhelmed with stinging pain. Your legs and arms are on fire.
Leather tails bite into your tender breasts. Your ass is under constant assault
from no less than three floggers at a time. One flogger is dedicated to
whipping the top of your feet.

“Fuck, shit!” you yell. You stumble around the bedroom looking for an
escape. Every move you make just opens new parts of your body for attack.
Your underarms get flogged. The back of your neck gets hit. A rain of
leather stings your back.

You go to the bed. Maybe if you grab a sheet, you can wrap yourself in it.
Yes, that will work!

THWAP! Eight leather tails strike the lips of your pussy.

“FUCK!” you scream and you drop to your knees. Tears spring to your
eyes. Your pussy is on fire.
The flogging continues. You are hunched on the ground on your hands and
knees. A flurry of stings pours down on you.

It is too much. Standing up and grabbing a sheet seems like an impossible

task. There is nothing you can do. It is hopeless.

Wait, there is something you can do.

You turn and start to crawl. You crawl on the floor as the dozen floggers
continue to sting your body. Inch by inch, foot by foot, you crawl over to
the floating clothes worn by the ghost of Mrs. Hayley.

When you are kneeling before the floating clothes, the flogging stops. You
twitch as you expect another hit to come at any moment. Too many stings to
count pulse on your body. Only your face is spared and it is small comfort
when your body is on fire.

The sleeve points at your head and then down.

You lean forward and press your face to the floor. Your ass is high in the air
and feels terribly vulnerable. You want to protect your butt but you know
better than to move without permission.

Something presses against your sex. You are surprised by how wet you are.
Could the insane flogging have turned you on? It looks like it.

The unknown object enters you and you recognize the shape. It is one of the
flogger handles. The leather rod enters your pussy and starts to fuck it.

You groan. Shame burns on your face. It is humiliating to get fucked with
one of the objects that broke you. It is even more humiliating that you are
enjoying it.

The flogger handle fucks your exposed pussy. Rough short thrusts pound
your sex. The tails swing between your thighs and brush the welts that are
rising there.

The fireplace crackles. The wind picks up and the rain taps harder against
the windows. Thunder rolls but all you can hear is the sound of your wet
sex getting fucked.

You moan into the floor. Your climax is close. No matter how much your
body aches and burns, your pussy is going to come. That isn’t normal but
then again, there is nothing normal about what has happened to you tonight.

The flogger twists inside you as it fucks you. That sends you over the edge
and you climax. You cry out with your face pressed to the hard floor. You
shudder as your sore body stays in place. You whimper softly as the hard
handle leaves your pussy.
There is a click. You hear the door open. Embarrassment comes over you
and you want to cover your body but fear of more flogging keeps you
where you are.

“I see that you and Mrs. Hayley are becoming acquainted,” a man’s voice
says.

It’s Phillip! “Help me,” you beg with your face still on the floor.

“No,” Phillip says. “You should be asking Mrs. Hayley. You are her toy
now. That is why I brought you here. You can keep her company while I do
my chores.”

Despite the heat of the fireplace, a chill comes over you. “Please, help me
get out of here.”

Phillip laughs. “No one leaves the house,” Phillip says. “And in your case,
you are never leaving this room. Don’t worry though, Mrs. Hayley has a lot
of games that she likes to play and there will never be a dull moment. I will
bring you food so you can stay nice and healthy.”

Despair washes over you followed quickly by rage. Fuck this!

You jump up and run right straight towards Phillip. He is surprised and you
shove him out of the way. The door has been left open and you run as fast
as you can towards it.

A scarf flies in front of you. It wraps around your neck and pulls. You fall
backwards and hit the ground hard. Stars explode in front of your eyes.

The scarf pulls you along the ground. You choke and start to crawl with it.
You are dragged back towards the fireplace next to the floating clothes.

New objects float in the air. You see paddles, clamps and rather large
dildoes. They circle you as you gasp for air.
“Nice try,” Phillip says as he walks to the door. “Mrs. Hayley really hates
escape attempts as you will see. I will come back tomorrow and see if you
have learned anything.”

He goes out the door and you hear the clicking of the lock. The circling
objects come closer to your body. The scarf leaves your neck but you know
better than to run again.

The rest of the night, and many more nights to come, is spent learning
lessons in pain, obedience and pleasure from the ghost of Mrs. Hayley.

The captive end.

I pick the Caesar salad.

The salad looks crisp and the dressing is very lightly applied. Miraculously,
it has the level of fresh pepper that you prefer. You pick up a fork and take a
bite. Lemon and garlic accompany the slight kick of something briny. It is
delicious.

Lord Brisbane selects the salad as well while Lady Morley has the soup.
Neither of them comment on their food.

“Ah, I am unfamiliar with the naming of Lords and Ladies,” you begin, “So
forgive me for asking, but are you two married?”

Lord Brisbane laughs. Lady Morley frowns.

“Dear heavens, no,” Lord Brisbane says. “Our titles are honorary and
bestowed by the house. There is only one Lord and Lady at a time. It is
useful to know who the alphas are in any pack.”

“How were you chosen?” you ask as you take another bite.

“It is not chosen, it is earned,” Lady Morley says. She takes a sip of her red
soup and stares at you. “All good things are earned. Money, power,
satisfaction . . .”

The last word hangs in the air and you feel a heat between your thighs. The
way she said ‘satisfaction’ makes it clear that she has very demanding
expectations. A vision pops into your head of her face between your thighs.
You stare into her pale eyes, wandering how she would make you earn
satisfaction from her mouth.

Lord Brisbane crunches loudly into a crouton and the vision slips away. You
realize that you are staring at Lady Morley’s face and you quickly look
down at your salad. You take another bite before saying your next question.
“I guess I do not understand what kind of place this is,” you say. “Is it some
sort of a club? Who owns it if not you two?”

“The house belonged to a witch,” Lord Brisbane says. You look at him for a
trace of a smile but there is none. He is serious.

“The witch wasn’t always a witch,” Lord Brisbane continues. “She had a
normal life and that life was lacking in sex and excitement. She started to
gather books of a carnal nature as a substitute for sex. Her tastes became
jaded and she sought out darker and more exotic books of fornication. Over
time she read hints of powerful beings who could grant her a sexual eternal
life. She did her research and performed a ritual to contact these beings.”

Lord Brisbane paused his story to eat more of his salad. You glance at Lady
Morley to see if she would continue the story but no, she eats her soup
without regard for your interest. Eventually, Lord Brisbane eats his fill and
resumes the story.

“The witch summoned powerful forces that she could barely comprehend.
They fucked her of course. She finally had her sexual pleasure but the
beings were greedy and they continued to use her over and over until even
immortal beings had to stop and recover. It was during this break that the
witch made her request. She wanted a house of bliss, where people would
come and indulge their darkest fantasies. It would be a place filled with
those who took and those who gladly gave. It would be a place where there
was no end to the pleasure and even death just meant that your pleasures
changed.”

You smile. Obviously, he is joking. “So, this house became a sort of

playground for bondage and domination?” you say.

Lord Brisbane nods. He places his fork inside his empty salad plate. The
butler comes by and picks it up.

“What happened to the witch?” you ask. “Does she still live here? Does she
have a name?”
Lord Brisbane smiles and starts to answer but the butler answers first.

“Her name is lost to time,” the butler says. “She passed away, but her spirit
lives on.”

Lord Brisbane drinks more of his wine. Lady Morley is silent as she eats
her soup. They appear to be done talking for the moment so you return to
your salad.

You think about the story he told you. It is ridiculous but yet there is
something appealing about it. You certainly sympathize with the idea of a
woman without sex seeking it in books. If there was a spell that you could
cast to have lots of sex, you are pretty sure that you would try it. If strange
beings offered you endless sex, how would you turn it down?

The story can’t be true of course. It is just a story to impress the

newcomers. Every place needs a story and for this place of kinky sex, they
went with a horny witch. It is like those chicken places that have a fictional
chef or a burger place with a mascot.

Still, the story won’t let you go. You wonder about the witch and the sex
that she craved. Did she wish to be dominated or did she wish to command?
Did she care as long as she got fucked? Maybe she just wanted it all.

Desire flares between your legs. Apparently, you are wanting it all too this
evening. Your thighs clench together as you try to fight your desire. It
would be humiliating to soak your seat in a place like this.

As you finish the last bite of your salad, the butler appears with two plates.
One plate has the roasted half of a chicken, surrounded by small potatoes.
The other plate is an array of sushi of various kinds.

“Chicken, or the sushi?” the butler asks.

Which meal do you choose?

I pick the chicken.

I pick the sushi.

I pick the tomato bisque.

The soup is a pleasant shade of red and looks thick and creamy. Small
breadcrumbs are sprinkled on top of it along with chives. You dip your
spoon into it and take a sip. The tomato flavor is very subtle with hints of
onion and sour cream. It is delicious.

Lady Morley has the soup as well while Lord Brisbane chooses the salad.
Neither of them comment on their food as they begin eating.

“Ah, I am unfamiliar with the naming of Lords and Ladies,” you begin, “So
forgive me for asking, but are you two married?”

Lord Brisbane laughs. Lady Morley frowns.

“That would be unbearable,” Lady Morley says. “Our titles are positions
earned within the house. There is only one Lord and Lady at a time. It is
useful to have a clear line of dominance.”

“How were the titles earned?” you ask as you take another sip of the soup.

“I don’t know if it was so much as earned as it was taken,” Lord Brisbane

says. He takes another bite of his salad before continuing. “Anything worth
having must be taken. Homes, power, beds . . .”

The last word hangs in the air and you feel a heat between your thighs. The
way he said ‘beds’ makes it clear that he was talking about the person in the
bed that was to be taken. A vision pops into your head of him pinning you
down. You stare into his dark eyes, wandering what he would do to you
once he had taken you.

Lady Morley taps her spoon against her bowl and the vision slips away. You
realize that you are staring at Lord Brisbane’s face and you quickly look
down at your soup. You take another sip before saying your next question.
“I guess I do not understand what kind of place this is,” you say. “Is it some
sort of a club? Who owns it if not you two?”

“The house belonged to a witch,” Lady Morley says. You look at her for a
trace of a smile but there is none. She is serious.

“She didn’t start as a witch,” Lady Lorely continues. “She was a spinster
with no friends and more importantly, no one to fuck. The spinster liked to
read and like all people, she loved dirty books most of all. The more she
read, the more extreme her tastes became. She developed a taste for occult
porn and a few of her books hinted of demons who could grant her all the
sex she could desire. She read enough of these books to perform a ritual to
reach out to these demons.”

Lady Morley pauses her story to eat more of her soup. You glance at Lord
Brisbane to see if he would continue the story but no, he eats his salad
without regard for your interest. Eventually, Lady Morley finishes her soup
and resumes the story.

“The witch brought forth these demons and they were stronger than she
thought. They fucked her for six days and six nights. They fucked her
mouth, her cunt, her asshole and more. They used her in ways that she had
never imagined. Most mortals would have been broken but the witch
wanted more and more.

The demons were impressed and made her an offer. They gave her a house
of bliss, where people would come and indulge their darkest fantasies. It
would be a place filled with those who took and those who gladly gave. It
would be a place where there would be no end to the pleasure even onto
death.”

You smile. Obviously, she is joking although nothing about Lady Morley
suggests that she ever tells jokes. She must have a dry sense of humor. “So,
this house became a sort of playground for bondage and domination?” you
say.
Lady Morley nods. She places her spoon inside the bowl and pushes it
aside. The butler comes by and picks it up.

“What happened to the witch?” you ask. “Does she still live here? Does she
have a name?”

Lady Morley dabs her red lips with her napkin. She starts to answer but the
butler answers first.

“Her name is lost to time,” the butler says. “She passed away, but her spirit
lives on.”

Lady Morley drinks her wine and says no more. Lord Brisbane is silent as
he finishes his salad. They appear to be done talking for the moment so you
return to your salad.

You think about the story she told you. It is ridiculous but there is
something appealing about it. You certainly sympathize with the idea of a
woman without sex seeking it in books. If there was a spell that you could
cast to have lots of sex, you are pretty sure that you would try it. If demons
offered you endless sex, how would you turn it down?

The story can’t be true of course. It is just a story to impress the

newcomers. Every place needs a story and for this place of kinky sex, they
went with a horny witch. It is like those barbecue places with a secret recipe
or an ice cream place with a queen.

Still, the story won’t let you go. You wonder about the witch and the sex
that she craved. Was she ever satisfied? Did owning a house of pleasure
finally give her what she wanted? Or in the end, did she still want more?

Desire flares between your legs. Apparently, you are wanting to be fucked
just as badly this evening. Your thighs clench together as you try to fight
your desire. It would be humiliating to soak your seat in a place like this.

As you finish the last bite of your salad, the butler appears with two plates.
One plate has the roasted half of a chicken, surrounded by small potatoes.
The other plate is an array of sushi of various kinds.

“Chicken, or the sushi?” the butler asks.

Which meal do you choose?

I pick the chicken.

I pick the sushi.

I pick the chicken.

It smells delicious. A golden skin surrounds the chicken and is speckled

with spices. You are not comfortable eating with your hands in front of the
Lord and Lady so you try your knife and fork. The meat pulls easily from
the bone and melts in your mouth. You taste rosemary, sage and hickory.

Lord Brisbane doesn’t share your inhibitions. He tears the meat from the
chicken with his fingers. He smiles as he chews, savoring the meat.

Lady Morley picks up a pair of chopsticks. She skillfully picks up a piece of

sushi and swallows it whole.

“You mention that this was a place for people to indulge their fantasies,”
you say. “Is it a business or some sort of club?”

“Neither,” Lady Morley answers. “The house demands no payment, just

your participation. We are also not a club that picks and chooses our
members. We accept everyone and will find a place for them.”

“Most of those places are under me,” Lord Brisbane says as he tears another
chunk of meat from the chicken.

An image leaps into your head. You imagine yourself naked and under Lord
Brisbane. He has your ankles firmly in his grip and he spreads your legs
wide. You are open and vulnerable to him as he thrusts deep inside you.

A chiming sound interrupts your daydream. Lady Morley has accidentally

hit the side of her plate with her wine glass. You realize that you have been
staring at Lord Brisbane and turn your attention back to your meal.

“You don’t sound surprised to find that this is a house of bliss,” Lady
Morley says.

“Yes, well, I saw the furniture on the deck,” you say.

“You knew what they were for?” Lady Morley says. There is a slight bit of
color on her pale face. “You have seen that sort of thing before?”

“Online,” you say perhaps a little too quickly. “I have seen it used in videos
and stuff.”

Lady Morley nods. She picks up another piece of sushi with her chopsticks.
She places the piece of fish on her tongue and then her tongue pulls the
piece into her mouth.

Heat rises to your face as you admire lady Morley’s nimble tongue. You
look down at your food to try to hide your face. You try one of the potatoes.
It is crispy and perfectly seasoned with salt and pepper.

“You saw what was outside, and you came into the house anyway?” Lady
Morley says. “You weren’t afraid? Or were you interested?”

You take another bite of chicken to stall for time for an answer. She is
fishing for a certain kind of answer but something stops you from
answering truthfully. “My car broke down, and I needed to use the phone.”

“I see,” Lady Morley says. She looks disappointed in your answer. You feel
a strange urge to change her opinion of you for the better.

“How did you feel when the butler asked you to strip?” Lord Brisbane says.
The chicken is almost gone on his plate but he hasn’t touched the potatoes.

“Embarrassed,” you say. “But I was dripping everywhere. It made sense to

strip.”

Lord Brisbane grins. There is cruelty in his smile. He is probably picturing

you stripping and he is relishing your embarrassment.

Something about his look makes your heart beat faster. Are you turned on,
or afraid? It is hard to tell which.
You turn back to Lady Morley. “Since you are the Lord and Lady,” you say.
“I take it that means you two are dominants? Or tops? Or whatever you call
them?”

“Of course,” Lady Morley says. “Everyone has a place here. From the
servants who choose to clean and attend to our wishes, to the residents who
pursue their own hobbies, we each find our place. For Brisbane and myself,
our place is over and above everyone else.”

“So, you run the house?” you say.

Lord Brisbane chuckles. Lady Morley looks at him darkly. “Like I said, we
are above everyone else alive here.”

What a strange choice of words. The mood has gotten tense and you are not
sure why. You turn back to your food and think about their words.

They said everyone was welcome and that they would find a place for them.
That is very different from the clubs and bondage groups you had heard
about. Most groups are picky about who joins them and who they let into
their world. Some groups even make people fill out applications and sign
non-disclosure agreements. This house doesn’t seem to give a fuck.

You wonder how that works here. Do you declare whether you are
dominant and submissive? Do they take your word for it and match you
with someone? That seems unlikely. No matter what they said, surely this
must be some sort of test or interview.

Oh shit, what if this is the interview? You could be being judged right now!
Are you passing or are you failing?

Panic grips you and you force yourself to calm down. Why do you care?
You came to use the phone and get your car towed. You are not seriously
considering joining these two in their kinky games, are you?

An image comes to mind. Lord Brisbane has you bent over the table. He is
grabbing your ass and laughing. You beg him to fill your pussy with his
cock but he is only teasing you with his fingers.

Lady Morley taps her chopsticks against her plate. The tapping sound
interrupts your dirty daydream. She stops tapping her sticks when she picks
her next piece of sushi.

Whoa, where did that dirty fantasy come from? Maybe you have had too
much wine. You eat some meat from the chicken wing.

Another image flashes through your mind. Lady Morley sits in her chair
with her thighs spread wide. You are inches away from her hairless sex. She
is holding your hair, preventing you from touching her pussy with your
mouth. You have to stretch your tongue out. It hurts but you manage to get a
single delicious lick.

Lord Brisbane breaks a chicken bone in his fingers. The snapping sound
breaks you out of your daydream. He appears to be scrapping the chicken
for the last shreds of meat.

Wow, you must be extremely horny tonight. You hadn’t been this prone to
fantasies in a long time. You take a final bite of potatoes and set your fork
down. Maybe some slow deep breathing will clam you down.

The butler returns and take away your plate. She returns with two small
plates. One plate has three chocolate cookies and the other plate has a small
red pastry of some sort.
Which dessert do you pick?

I choose the cookies.

I choose the red pastry.

I pick the sushi.

It looks delicious. You identify salmon, eel, snapper and more. A small dish
is provided with five different dipping sauces. A pair of chopsticks sit
beside you and you pick them up. You dip a piece of the salmon roll into a
yellow sauce and take a bite. Flavor explodes on your tongue. You feel like
you are at the beach and you can taste the ocean with every bite.

Lord Brisbane chose the chicken. He tears the meat from the chicken with
his fingers. He smiles as he chews, savoring the meat.

Lady Morley picks up a pair of chopsticks. She skillfully picks up a piece of

sushi with more grace than you could ever manage. She dips her piece into
the red sauce and then eats it.

“You mention that this was a place for people to indulge their fantasies,”
you say. “Is it a business or some sort of club?”

“No, no,” Lord Brisbane answers. “We are not some club that screens their
members and picks people like we are dating. We take in everyone and just
about anything. If you want to fuck, you are welcome here. We don’t charge
anything either. You don’t pay your way here.”

“That’s not true,” Lady Morley says as she dips her sushi into the red sauce.
“I make sure people pay for their pleasure with discipline and dedication.”

An image leaps into your head. You imagine yourself naked and spread
across this table. Lady Morley stands over you, her bare sex above your
face. She is demanding that you beg for the honor of her sitting on your
face.

A ripping sound interrupts your daydream. Lord Brisbane is tearing the leg
quarters nosily from the chicken. You realize that you have been staring at
Lady Morley and turn your attention back to your meal.
“You don’t sound surprised to hear we do a lot of fucking here,” Lord
Brisbane says.

“Yes, well, I saw the furniture on the deck,” you say.

“You know their purpose?” Lord Brisbane says. His lips curl into a smile.
“You have seen that sort of thing before?”

“Online,” you say perhaps a little too quickly. “I have seen it used in videos
and stuff.”

Lord Brisbane chuckles. You doubt he believes you. He brings the

drumstick to his mouth and bites into it. He groans with pleasure as juice
runs down his chin.

Heat rises to your face as you imagine your own pussy juices running down
Lord Brisbane’s chin. You look down at your food to try to hide your face.
You dip a sushi piece into the red sauce. The sauce is a little thick and salty.

“So, you saw the bondage stuff outside, and you still knocked on the door?”
Lord Brisbane says. “Were you curious if that stuff was just for show?”

You eat another piece of sushi to stall for time for an answer. He is fishing
for a certain kind of answer but something stops you from answering
truthfully. “My car broke down, and I needed to use the phone.”

“Oh,” Lord Brisbane says. He looks a little deflated by your answer. You
feel a strange urge to make him happy again.

“What did you think when the butler asked you to strip?” Lady Morley
says. The sushi is almost gone on her plate but she hasn’t touched any of the
sauces but the red one.

“Embarrassed,” you say. “But I was dripping everywhere. It made sense to

strip.”
Lady Morley nods her head. There is approval in her pale eyes. She is
pleased with your answer.

Something about her look makes your heart beat faster. Are you turned on,
or afraid? It is hard to tell which.

You turn back to Lord Brisbane. “You were talking earlier about being the
Lord and Lady,” you say. “I take it that means you two are dominants? Or
tops? Or whatever you call them?”

“Of course,” Lord Brisbane says. “We have a hierarchy here. The servants
are at the bottom. They obey everyone and are fucked by everyone. Next,
we have the residents, those are the people who pursue their own hobbies
and interests. That also includes some of the higher servants like the
Gardener or the Cook. Then we have me and the Lady here. We dominate
everyone and keep them in line.”

“So, you run the house?” you say.

Lord Brisbane shakes his head and is about to answer when Lady Morley
coughs. He looks at lady Morley and shrugs. “Like I said, we are above
everyone else who come to the house.

What a strange choice of words. The mood has gotten tense and you are not
sure why. You turn back to your food and think about their words.

They said they take in everyone. That is very different from the clubs and
bondage groups you had heard about. Most groups are picky about who
joins them and who they let into their world. Some groups even make
people fill out applications and sign non-disclosure agreements. This house
doesn’t seem to give a fuck.

You wonder how that works here. Do you declare whether you are
dominant and submissive? Do they take your word for it and match you
with someone? That seems unlikely. Surely this must be some sort of test or
interview.
Oh shit, what if this is the interview? You could be being judged right now!
Are you passing or are you failing?

Panic grips you and you force yourself to calm down. Why do you care?
You came to use the phone and get your car towed. You are not seriously
considering joining these two in their kinky games, are you?

An image comes to mind. Lady Morley has you bent over her lap. She is
slapping your bare ass. She is immensely strong and every slap burns your
ass. Despite the pain, you are grinding against her legs as you try to satisfy
your needy pussy. You beg for her to stroke you but Lady Morley keeps
spanking you.

Lord Brisbane breaks a chicken bone in his fingers. The snapping sound
breaks you out of your daydream. He appears to be scrapping the chicken
for the last shreds of meat.

Whoa, where did that dirty fantasy come from? Maybe you have had too
much wine. You eat another piece of sushi and try to focus on the spicy eel
and not your sex.

Another image flashes through your mind. You are on your knees as Lord
Brisbane fucks your face. His hairy balls bounce off your chin as he abuses
you. He has you by the hair and his sharp nails dig into your scalp. As he
fucks your mouth, you are busy stroking away with both hands between
your thighs.

Lady Morley taps her chopsticks against her plate. The tapping sound
interrupts your dirty daydream. She stops tapping her sticks when she picks
her next piece of sushi.

Wow, you must be extremely horny tonight. You hadn’t been this prone to
fantasies in a long time. You take a final bite of sushi and set your
chopsticks down. Maybe some slow deep breathing will clam you down.

The butler returns and take away your plate. She returns with two small
plates. One plate has three chocolate cookies and the other plate has a small
red pastry of some sort.
Which dessert do you pick?

I choose the cookies.

I choose the red pastry.

I choose the cookies.

The cookie is warm and almost falls apart in your hand. You bring it
quickly to your lips and take a bite. Gooey chocolate flows onto your
tongue.

You can’t help but moan. It is delicious. You take another bite and then
another. In no time, the first cookie is gone and you realized that you
wolfed it down.

“So, you know who we are,” Lord Brisbane says. “But we know nothing of
you.”

“Oh, my bad,” you say. “My name is-“

“No, no,” Lady Morley says, raising a single finger. You instantly become
quiet. You watch in silence as she slowly takes a bite of her red pastry. Red
cream oozes out and she catches it with her finger and brings it to her red
lips.

When she has finished her bite, she addresses you again. “We care nothing
of your name or your occupation. We have no interest in your family, your
lovers, or your place of worship. We do not even care for your name for if
we need to call you something, then we shall pick a name for you and you
will accept it. Do you understand?”

You nod. A thrill runs through you from head to toe. You are damp between
your thighs and your nipples are hard. There is no denying the excitement
you have been feeling all dinner. You just can’t believe that they must feel
the same way.

“What we are interested in,” Lord Brisbane says, “is which of us will you
serve first? If you had come at another time and only one of us was free,
then you would serve whomever got to you first and there would be no
choice in the matter on your part.”
A shiver runs through you. They speak so confidently about their
dominance of you. Normally you would be offended but for some reason,
you are deeply flattered. No, that is not quite right. You are eager.

“Since you came into our house of your own free will,” Lady Morley says,
“we will let you make one more choice before one of us partakes of your
body and mind. Choose which of us will break you into service tonight.”

You reach for the glass of wine and take a sip. They are deadly serious and
strangely, you are happy for it. What has gotten into you tonight? Is it the
handsome man and the beautiful woman? Could it be the strange story of
the house? Maybe it was the wonderful food? Whatever the reason, you are
ready to submit to their desires and commands.

“Choose me,” Lord Brisbane says. “Choose me and I shall overwhelm you
with passion. I will ravish you with the appetite of an animal. I will make
you howl with pleasure.”

“Choose me,” Lady Morley says. “Choose me and I will show you no
passion, just cruelty and strictness. I will take you apart piece by piece. I
will make you earn your pleasure after I have taken mine.”

You eat another cookie. The warm chocolate fills your mouth. As you chew,
you think.

Do you choose Lord Brisbane and his offer of passion? What about Lady
Morley and her promises of cruelty? Why do both appeal to you? How can
you choose?

Can you choose both? That would be an audacious choice. They don’t seem
to get along very well. Would they be open to it or would you anger them
into rescinding their offer all together?

The Lord and Lady wait for your answer.

Make your choice.

I choose Lord Brisbane.

I choose Lady Morley.

I tell them that I want both.

I choose the red pastry.

The pastry is still warm from the oven. You bite into it the and cream
explodes into your mouth. It tastes like strawberries with a touch of
something salty.

You can’t help but moan. It is delicious. You take another bite and then
another. In no time, the pastry is gone and you catch yourself licking your
lips for any trace of it.

“We have told you who we are,” Lady Morley says. “But we know nothing
about you.”

“Oh, my bad,” you say. “My name is-“

“Stop,” Lord Brisbane says, raising his hand. You instantly become quiet.
You watch in silence as he bites into a cookie. His teeth chomp down and
pulls the gooey cookie apart. A bit of chocolate is on his chin and he wipes
it with his thumb and then licks his thumb clean.

When he is done, he addresses you again. “We don’t need to know who you
are or where you are from. We don’t care what you do for a living or where
you were driving to. We don’t need to know any of that because right now,
you are just a hot woman that we want to use and control. Do you
understand?”

You nod. A thrill runs through you from head to toe. You are damp between
your thighs and your nipples are hard. There is no denying the excitement
you have been feeling all dinner. You just can’t believe that they must feel
the same way.

“What we do want to know,” Lady Morley says, “is which of us will you
serve? Normally we would decide among ourselves who shall have you but
tonight we are feeling whimsical. We have decided to let you decide.
Choose carefully, as it will be the last choice you will make here.”
A shiver runs through you. They speak so confidently about their
dominance of you. Normally you would be offended but for some reason,
you are deeply flattered. No, that is not quite right. You are eager.

“Just don’t take too long to pick,” Lord Brisbane says. “We might just
change our minds and take away this small freedom we have granted you.”

You reach for the glass of wine and take a sip. They are deadly serious and
strangely, you are happy for it. What has gotten into you tonight? Is it the
handsome man and the beautiful woman? Could it be the strange story of
the house? Maybe it was the wonderful food? Whatever the reason, you are
ready to submit to their desires and commands.

“Choose me,” Lady Morley says. “Choose me and I will show you no
mercy, just cruelty and strictness. I will take you apart piece by piece. I will
make you earn your pleasure after I have taken mine.”

“Choose me,” Lord Brisbane says. “Choose me and I shall overwhelm you
with passion. I will ravish you with the appetite of an animal. I will make
you howl with pleasure.”

You look down at your empty plate. You really wish that you had another
pastry. It was delicious and it would help you stall for time.

Do you choose Lord Brisbane and his offer of passion? What about Lady
Morley and her promises of strictness? Why do both appeal to you? How
can you choose?

Can you choose both? That would be an audacious choice. They don’t seem
to get along very well. Would they be open to it or would you anger them
into rescinding their offer all together?

The Lord and Lady wait for your answer.

Make your choice.

I choose Lord Brisbane.

I choose Lady Morley.

I tell them that I want both.

I choose Lord Brisbane.

“Pathetic,” Lady Morley says. She rises from her seat and looks down at
you. “I expected better judgement from you,” she says.

You want to say something but you are speechless under her glare. She
walks over to one of the far doors and goes through it. Only when the door
closes can you take your eyes from her.

“She is a sore loser,” Lord Brisbane says. He stands up abruptly and his
chair falls backwards. His mouth curls into a cruel smile. He walks over to
you with an animal’s prowl.

Your heart beats faster and you worry that you have made some sort of
mistake. There is something bestial about Lord Brisbane that you hadn’t
noticed before. Part of you wants to run but deep down you know that
would be a terrible mistake.

“Don’t we need to agree on some sort of safeword?” you ask. That is what
all the good BDSM books say.

Lord Brisbane shrugs. He pulls off his shirt to reveal a powerful chest
covered in dark hair. “Sure,” he says. “What about ‘help’? Just make sure to
scream it.”

You laugh nervously. The twinkle in his eyes makes it hard to tell if he is
joking.

Lord Brisbane lunges for you. It happens so fast that you don’t have time to
scream. He grabs you by the back of your head and pulls you to your feet.
His grip is incredibly strong. He pulls you to him and covers your mouth
with his.

A masculine scent fills your senses. His lips press against yours and his
tongue invades your mouth. He crushes you in his arms towards his hairy
chest. You feel his heart hammering against your breasts.
You surrender to his kiss. Your legs go weak but he holds you up. His lips
press hungrily against yours and his tongue passionately possesses you.

He growls in your mouth. A thrill runs through you. Is it fear or desire? Part
of you wants to run away from him and part of you want to hold onto him
and never let go.

Desire burns between your legs. You catch yourself grinding against him.
The robe is an annoyance between you but not as much as his pants. You
start clawing at his clothes to tear them off.

Lord Brisbane laughs in your mouth. “Eager little slut,” he says and shame
rises to your cheeks. It is true, you are eager. That wine must be really
affecting you!

He breaks the kiss and your lips tingle. They are going to be bruised in the
morning. He grabs your robe with both hands and pulls. The thin material
rips apart as he shreds the robe from your body.

Fuck, he is strong. You decide to do your part. You grab his pants and undo
them. You pull them down and his cock emerges. He isn’t wearing any
underwear. Maybe they don’t wear any in a place like this.

You pause as you gaze upon his cock. It is magnificent. It is thick, long, and
swollen with desire. A mass of black pubic hair obscures his balls but that
doesn’t matter. The cock is all you care about.

When you reach for his cock, Lord Brisbane grabs your hand. “Not so fast,”
he says. He pushes you towards the table. His powerful grip bends you over
and presses your face down onto the solid surface.

He kicks your legs apart and you moan. You spread your legs for him and
lift your ass. The palm of his hand cups your ass and your knees go weak.

Fingernails sink into your ass. Fuck, those nails are sharp! He drags his
nails across your bottom and it sends shivers up your back.
“Good,” Lord Brisbane says. Does he approve of your ass or your shivers?

He lets go of your buttock and then grabs the other one. Once more the
sharp nails dig into your flesh. It hurts but your pussy is clenching
desperately with need.

“I’ve wanted to see your ass ever since you walked in,” Lord Brisbane says.
“You walked by me in that thin house robe and I wanted to bite your
bottom. It was hard to sit there and eat, knowing this lovely ass was sitting a
few feet from me.”

You shudder. “It is yours now,” you say.

“That’s right,” Lord Brisbane says. “Ah, look how wet you are.”

His hand moves to your pussy. Fingers glide over the lips of your sex and
you moan. He is surprisingly gentle as he strokes the outside of your pussy.

“I could smell you,” Lord Brisbane says. “I could smell your musky pussy
all throughout dinner. I knew how turned on you were. I just wanted to bury
my nose in it.”

You whimper as he keeps stroking you.

“Just a horny bitch, aren’t you?” he says.

The obscenity surprises you. He growls as he says the words. The fear
returns and you wonder if you might have made a mistake.

The fingers push inside your sex. You gasp. He roughly thrusts inside you.

“I asked you a question, bitch!” Lord Brisbane snarls. “You’re a horny

bitch, right?”

“Yes,” you gasp as he fingers you.

“I knew it,” Lord Brisbane growls. He thrusts inside you with a fury. Did
your answer make him angrier?

You groan. The hard thrusts of his fingers are brutal but they feel so good.
You have been on edge for so long tonight and this is just what you needed.
His fingers fuck you rapidly and you can feel your orgasm beginning to
rise.

“Do you want my cock inside you, little bitch?” Lord Brisbane says.

“Yes!” you cry out. Oh, fingers are good but his cock would be amazing!

“Say it!” Lord Brisbane says, thrusting his fingers deeper inside you. “Beg
for my cock! Beg for my cock like the wet bitch that you are!”

The fierceness of his demand surprises you. He is scaring you even though
his fingers feel wonderful. Part of you wants to beg so he will put his cock
in you but part of you is afraid to encourage him any further. He might
escalate and you don’t know if you can handle that.

“I said to beg, bitch!” Lord Brisbane says.

Do you beg for his cock?

I beg for his cock like the bitch he wants me to be.

I refuse and hope he calms down.

I choose Lady Morley.

“Fuck,” Lord Brisbane says. He throws his wine glass at Lady Morley. It
misses her by inches and shatters against the far wall.

Lady Morley doesn’t flinch. One corner of her mouth lifts into a subtle
smirk.

“You may leave, mongrel,” she says.

Lord Brisbane growls but he stands up. He turns around goes through one
of the many doors. The door slams loudly behind him.

“I thought that you were too sophisticated for him,” Lady Morley says. “He
is a crude man with crude tastes. I can tell you desire something more
stimulating.”

“Yes,” you say. You take another swallow of wine to calm your nerves. “Do
we need to have a safeword? That is what all of the good BDSM books
say.”

“That is unnecessary,” Lady Morley says. “You may stop at any time. I only
play with the willing.” She dabs at her lips with a napkin and sets it aside.

You sit quietly for a minute. Lady Morley sits in her chair and looks at you
silently. Is she thinking or is she waiting for you to do something? You are
unsure. The waiting is just making you nervous.

“So, how do we start?” you ask.

“Stand here beside me,” Lady Morley says.

Okay, you can do that. You rise from your chair and walk over to her. She
watches you with her intense eyes. You feel awkward under her gaze. Your
steps feel clumsy. Maybe this was a mistake. How can this elegant woman
possibly be interested in you?
She turns in her seat and looks at you. Her eyes assess you. Slowly she
scans you from head to toe.

You find yourself assessing her back. Her lips are full and perfect. There
isn’t a single wrinkle on her but you can feel the wisdom and maturity
radiating from her. Each lash of her eyes is perfect and natural. Her long
black hair shimmers in the candle light.

The elegant gown that she is wearing pushes her pale breasts into a perfect
canyon of desire. The dress is black but there are grey threads that form
shapes. The shapes appear to be some sort of bird or bat.

Lady More keeps staring at you. Your heart beats faster. Will she change
her mind? Is she looking for some sort of flaw? Has she found it?

“You are pleasing,” Lady Morley says. “Now, take off your robe and offer
yourself to me of your own free will.”

Yes! You undo the belt on your robe and pull it from your body. It falls to
the floor and you are naked before Lady Morley. You are still intimidated
by her but you are eager to offer yourself before she changes her mind.

Lady Morley looks up at you. Her large eyes lock with yours. You look
deep into those eyes and feel your knees shake.

“Kneel,” she says.

You happily drop to your knees before her. To your relief, your movements
are graceful without a trace of nerves. It is like she is inspiring you to be as
elegant as her.

Lady Morley reaches for your face. You stare into her eyes as long
fingernails graze your cheek. She presses a finger to your lips. The finger is
surprisingly cold. She glides her finger over your lips.

You have an urge to kiss her finger but you control yourself.
She brings her hand down your chin and onto your neck. Fingernails press
down and trace a line down the side of your neck. Your heart beats faster as
her hand moves further down to your chest.

“Our senses are all tied together,” Lady Morley says. “Bodies are nothing
more than keys of an instrument waiting to be played. I suspect that you
will be an interesting instrument, little treat.”

A tremor runs through you. Little treat? That makes you feel warm inside. It
reminds you of dessert or a special reward for being good. You feel elated
that Lady Morley thinks of you that highly.

Lady Morley’s fingernail brushes your right nipple. A shiver goes through
you. She keeps eye contact with you even though she is playing with your
nipple. “Would you like me to play you, little treat?”

“Yes,” you say quickly.

She pinches your nipple. It is quick and harsh. You cry out as pain shoots
through your breast but you keep your position. It hurts but it is
manageable.

Lady Morley smiles. Her lips pull back and there is a slight peek of white
teeth. Her intense eyes are locked with yours.

She twists your nipple and strange sensations assault your body. Heat coils
around your thighs as if they were wrapped with heating pads. Something
sharp prickles your back. Your other breast feels like it is being squeezed in
a vice. Phantom mouths are biting down on your shoulders.

“Fuck, shit!” you cry. You try to push her hand away but your arms won’t
move. They are frozen in place as the heat on your thighs gets stronger. The
mouths on your shoulders bite down and tears spring to your eyes. The
sharp pokes in your back grow more intense as if a bed of nails is leaning
against you. Your other breast feels like it is being twisted.
You want to look down on your body but you can’t tear your eyes away
from Lady Morley’s. You are trapped in those dark pools as strange
sensations ravage your body. Is your breast really being twisted? Are other
people in the room biting on your shoulders? Or is none of that really
happening but your body thinks it is because of Lady Morley’s strange
command of your senses?

She releases your nipple. The sensations vanish. You gasp with relief. You
try to move your arms but they are still frozen. She is not done with you.

Still locked onto your eyes with her own, Lady Morley grabs your other
nipple. You tense for the pain but the sensations are different. Soothing cold
washes over your thighs. Soft kisses cover your back. Strong fingers knead
both of your breasts in a calm massage.

The mouths on your shoulders are still there. The biting resumes but this
time it is soft and gentle. Sharp teeth clamp down and sends shivers through
your body that go straight to your sex. Each bite makes your pussy clench
until you can feel the dampness spreading to your thighs.

“Good,” Lady Morley says. “Your body is quite sensitive. That makes you
very special.”

You moan. The sensations feel good but her compliments are even better.

She releases your nipple. The sensations vanish but your sex is still wet.
Her eyes close and you can look away. Your hands can move again and you
quickly touch your body. There are no bite marks on your shoulders and
your breasts are not bruises from contortions. You are perfectly fine.

Lady Morley spreads her legs in front of you. She lifts the bottom of her
gown and reveals long pale legs. Her hairless sex is exposed and it is
gorgeous. It might be the prettiest pussy that you have ever seen.

“Masturbate for me,” Lady Morley says. “Lean back and stroke yourself.”
Heat rises to your cheeks. Masturbate, for her? This beautiful woman wants
you to finger yourself? The worst case of stage fright grips you. You don’t
know if you can do that in front of her. What if you do it wrong and
somehow turn her off?

A warm feeling fills your body. Maybe you can. She said that you are
pretty. It is a vulnerable thing to do in front of a stranger but she did request
it. This could be your chance to try to please her.
Are you brave enough to masturbate for Lady Morley?

Yes, I must obey.

No, I am too insecure.

I tell them that I want both.

“Why not both of you?” you say. “There is no reason that we can’t share.”

Lord Brisbane growls. It is a deep sound that is unsettling. “Share?” he says

with a snarl.

Something grabs you by the hair. It is Lady Morley. She is standing beside
you and has a firm grip of your hair. How did she move so fast? It is like
she just appeared beside you!

“Share?” she says with a hiss. “Are we dogs to gnaw on a bone together?”

You have made a terrible mistake. Both are offended and furious. Your
heart is racing with terror but oddly, your sex is flushed with desire. This is
the most animated that you have seen from either of them.

Lady Morley pulls you from your seat. You stand up as the chair falls
behind you. She drags away from the table and you struggle to keep up.
Your scalp burns as she keeps pulling your hair. It looks like she is headed
for the fireplace.

Lord Brisbane stands as well. He comes up behind you and grabs your
flimsy robe. There is a ripping sound as he tears it from your body. You try
to grab the remains of the cloth to your body but is hopeless. He is
immensely strong and tears through it like it was paper. It only takes a few
seconds for you to be naked.

“What are you doing?” Lady Morley says. She stops and allows you to
stand upright. Her hand is still in your hair though.

“Stripping the little bitch,” Lord Brisbane says. Anger flares in his eyes and
his lips keep curling back into a snarl.

“Oh, is she yours to punish?” Lady Morley asks. The fireplace makes your
eyes look red.
“She offended me,” Lord Brisbane says. “She took my offer of dominance
and pissed on it!”

Wow, that is not what you intended but he is really pissed off.

“She offended me as well,” Lady Morley says. “I offered her exquisite

experiences and she said that wasn’t enough for her.”

Again, that is not what you intended but there is no denying her anger.

The two of them lock eyes. Lady Morley still has you by the hair. Lord
Brisbane grabs your breast and you wince as powerful fingers crush your
flesh. The fireplace crackles behind you as they stare each other down.

“We are equally offended,” Lady Morley says. “Just this once, we shall both
punish her.”

Lord Brisbane nods his head. “This once. Pain and tears will be our
compensation.”

“Pain and tears,” Lady Morley agrees.

Great, they have decided to work together to punish you. How are they
going to go about it? Are they literally going to do it until you are in tears?
Shit, you don’t like the sound of that.

Then again, you did take their separate invitations and try to turn it into a
threesome. Maybe you deserve to be punished.

Maybe you can still get out of it. You could try begging. Dominants love
begging, right? You could beg for their forgiveness. Throw yourself at their
mercy and they might show some.

The only other way out is to just simply apologize. That seems like a long
shot. This is the Lord and Lady of the house, are they really going to be
swayed by an apology? It might just piss them off.
What do you do about your punishment?

Take it from both of them.

Beg for mercy.

Apologize sincerely.
I beg for his cock like the bitch he wants me to be.

“Please, please fuck me with your cock,” you say. Your cheeks get hot with
shame as you hear yourself.

“Why?” Lord Brisbane growls. His fingers slow down inside you.

“Because I want your cock!” you say. “I need your cock! I need it deep
inside me!”

He thrusts deep inside you. His fingers fill you and you gasp. It is a cruel
thrust that hurts but you are grateful to be filled.

“Why do you want my cock?” Lord Brisbane asks. “Say what you are.”

He is not going to let you get away with avoiding it. You know what he
wants you to say and you have no choice if you want to get fucked.

“Because I am a horny bitch,” you say. Your stomach sinks as you debase
yourself but your pussy clenches tighter around his fingers. “I am a little
bitch who needs your cock inside me! I want it so bad! Please fill up this
little bitch!”

Lord Brisbane snarls and the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. The
snarl doesn’t sound human. He pulls his fingers out of you and grabs your
legs. Your legs go up as he lifts them and then he rolls you over onto your
back.

You look at him as he holds you by the ankles. His lips are contorted into a
snarl. There is a wild look in his eyes. You swear that his chest is hairier
than before.

He lifts your legs high in the air as he steps up to your wet sex. The head of
his cock touches your pussy lips. You reach between your legs and grab his
cock. It is hot in your hand. You guide it to your pussy and he slides in.
“Fuck!” you cry. He is huge but you can take it. His cock throbs and you
can feel every pulse of his veins. The enormous length fills your pussy and
hits deep inside you.

Fingernails sink into your ankles. Little stabs of pain assault your skin. The
power of his grip frightens you.

Lord Brisbane thrusts inside you. His cock drives into you. The heavy table
creaks from the force of his thrust.

“Oh shit!” you cry out. His cock is a force of nature inside you. It pushes
inside you and claims every inch of your pussy.

“Beg,” Lord Brisbane growls. The low pitch of his growl makes your sex
clench.

“Please keep fucking me,” you beg. “I love your dick so much! I am your
little bitch and I love it.”

Lord Brisbane fucks your faster. The muscles on his body flex and surge as
he moves. His hips crash into your thighs as he pounds you.

You keep talking. A dam bursts inside you and filthy words spill from your
mouth.

“Yes, yes, yes, give me your cock!” you yell. “Fuck this bitch! I am your
bitch and I need your dick inside me! I need it so bad! Only you can make
me come! Fill this tight little bitch’s pussy with your dick! Come inside me
and give it all to me!”

Lord Brisbane pins both of your legs to his chest with one arm. The thick
chest hair tickles the underside of your legs. His cock keeps ramming you
with the fury of an animal. With your legs together like this, you are even
tighter around him.

You roll your head back and forth as your body is assaulted with pleasure.
Dimly you are aware that there is a small saucer under your back. You are
enjoying getting fucked too much to care.

With his free hand, Brisbane grabs one of your tits. Sharp nails dig into
your tender flesh Pain lances your breast as he sinks his nails into you.

You cry out but you don’t stop him. How could you? You are his little bitch.
He proves it with every thrust of his cock.

He slows down but his thrusts get harder. The ramming cock lifts you from
the table. The sound of his hips crashing into your thighs fills the room like
thunder.

You stare up at the candelabra above you. Dozens of flickering flames

dance in the sky. You are hypnotized as your pussy is relentless rammed
over and over again.

“Fuck me,” you gasp. You are no longer thinking. You are just obeying his
last command to you. “Fuck your little bitch. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck this
little horny bitch who wants you so bad!”

Lord Brisbane snarls. He lets go of your legs and grabs your waist. He lifts
you from the table with a savage grunt.

You cry out as you are lifted into the air. Your legs wrap around his waist as
he shifts his grip to your ass. You grab his shoulders and hold on as he
stands with you impaled on his cock.

Lord Brisbane keeps fucking you. Gravity impales you onto his cock.
Powerful hands lift you back up to slam you back down again. He growls as
he fucks you faster and faster.

You are a ragdoll in his grip. It is insane how strong he is. He lifts your
body as easily as he would a towel. You are not sure if he is fucking you as
much as he is jacking off with your body on his cock.

He stares at you with his intense eyes. His lips are curled into a permanent
snarl. Fury and passion control his face as he fucks you.
You are going to come. Your pussy has never been taken this way. Your
body has never been completely possessed like this. Your heart has never
pounded this hard.

“Fuck!” you scream as you come. Your climax hits you like a bus. What
little strength you had left is gone as pleasure sweeps over you.

Lord Brisbane is not done. He continues to drop you on his dick. You hang
limply on his body as he uses your pussy.

The cock quivers inside you. He throws back his head and howls. Hot seed
fills your pussy as his cock erupts.

Lord Brisbane trembles as he drives you down onto his cock again. More
seed shoots up inside you.

He slams you onto his cock again. His cock releases another load.

Powerful hands grind you against his crotch as his cock empties inside of
you.

When he is finished, he easily carries you over to Lady Morley’s chair.

Holding you with one hand, he pulls the chair out and sits on it. Only then
does he pick you up off his cock and set you on the ground.

You settle onto the floor. It is doubtful that you could stand after that. You
rest your head on his leg. Lord Brisbane pets your hair like you were a
beloved animal.

“You have made a mess, little bitch,” Lord Brisbane says. He points to his
cock. It is still semi-hard and covered in your juices and his seed.

“Oops,” you say playfully.

“Clean me,” Lord Brisbane says. The tone of his voice makes it clear that is
a command.
It is quite a mess. His pubic hair is slick with juices and come. How does he
expect you to clean it? The only cloth that you know of is his clothes and
the remnants of your robe. You doubt he wants to get his clothes dirty so the
robe it is.

There is another option. You have read enough porn to know that most
submissives and bottoms clean things with their mouth. It would take a
while but you could lick him clean. Then again, it is a huge mess and if he
isn’t specifically telling you to use your mouth, maybe you don’t want to.
How do you clean Lord Brisbane’s cock?

I use what is left of my robe.

I use my mouth.
I refuse and hope he calms down.

“I can’t!” you yell. “You’re scaring me!”

Lord Brisbane laughs. It is an evil sound. “You haven’t seen scary,” he says.

His fingers pull out of your sex. You groan as they leave you but then he
brings his hand down hard on your ass. WHAP! He hits your bottom so
hard that it slams you against the table.

“Fuck, shit!” you cry out. The top of your legs hurt from where they hit the
table’s edge.

WHAP! He hits your ass again. Pain blossoms across your buttocks.

“Fuck!” you yell again.

“You are too good to beg for my cock but you have no problem yelling
obscenities in my house,” Lord Brisbane says.

WHAP! He strikes your ass again. His hand is harder than any paddle. Your
ass burns from where he strokes you.

“I’m sorry!” you yell.

Lord Brisbane grabs your hair. Powerful fingers pull and your scalp burns
as he tugs. He pulls you back like a catapult.

“Not yet, you’re not, little bitch,” he says.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! He tears into your bottom. Each spank is
harder than the last. The impact is harsh but the sting across your skin is
worse. It is too much.

“Help!” you yell. “HELP!” you scream.

The spanking stops. Your ass burns.

“Are you using your safeword?” Lord Brisbane says.

“Yes!” you yell.

“And you really expected it to stop me?” He asks.

“Oh shit,” you groan.

He laughs and pulls you off the table. He still has a grip on your hair. You
try to stand but he pushes you down to the ground with his immense
strength. You are on your knees; face to face with his cock.

“If you can’t use your mouth to beg, I’ll find other uses for your mouth,”
Lord Brisbane says.

He pulls by the hair towards his crotch. Your mouth opens automatically
and his cock pushes to the back of your throat. He pulls you until your nose
is buried in his thick pubic hair.

You grab his thighs and try to push away. He is too strong. It is like pushing
against a wall. He keeps you pinned to his crotch while his cock throbs in
your mouth.

“Good little bitch,” he says. “I’ll make you forget about your ass.”

Lord Brisbane grabs your head with both hands and holds you in place. He
slides his cock nearly all the way out of your mouth before ramming it back
in. His balls slam into your chin as he fills your mouth.

“Mmmm!” you say and he laughs again.

He fucks your face. His hips buck like a wild animal as he pounds your
mouth. In and out his cock goes with no concern for your lips or tongue. He
just wants to fuck your mouth.
You look up at him as he abuses your face. The candles from the chandelier
casts odd shadows across his face. It makes him look more like a dog or a
wolf than a man.

Lord Brisbane keeps using your face. His endurance is extraordinary. He

isn’t slowing down at all. Your lips are tingling and you find it hard to
breathe.

If only he was pounding your pussy instead of your face! You can only
imagine what that would feel like. Your pussy clenches together and you
feel desire running down your thighs just thinking about it.

Maybe you should have begged after all. If you had begged, Lord Brisbane
could be fucking your sex right this moment.

You groan in disappointment. The vibrations please Lord Brisbane and he

fucks your face faster. You had no idea he could even go faster.

Should you stroke yourself? Surely, he wouldn’t mind if you take care of
yourself, right?

No, you know better. Or more accurately, your ass knows better. The sting
is starting to fade but the memory is still there. As strong as he is and as
hard as he has been fucking you face, you know that you got off lucky with
just a few slaps. If he wanted to, he could have spanked you all night until
you couldn’t walk.

You sit there patiently as Lord Brisbane fucks your face. Your pussy is
dying to be touched but you refuse to do it. You wince from his ramming
cock but you make no move to leave.

Lord Brisbane begins to slow down but his thrusts become stronger. His
cock slams into the back of your throat and you choke but he keeps going.
You struggle to breathe but he keeps fucking your face. Tears run down
your eyes but he won’t let you go.
He throws back his head and howls. It is a terrifying sound that makes your
insides clench in fear. A moment later, hot seed surges into your mouth. A
massive load of come flows into you and down your throat. You swallow as
much as you can with the rest falling from your lips.

Lord Brisbane pulls out of your mouth. His cock is shiny with spit and
come. You gasp for air and rub your face. You can feel the bruises forming
already.

He walks towards toward Mrs. Morley’s chair. You follow along on your
knees as he doesn’t let go of your hair. He pulls the chair out and sits on it.

You look up at him. He still has you by the hair. What does he want you to
do next?

Lord Brisbane looks at you. He smiles at you and the cruelty fades a little.
“Your mouth is probably sore, right?”

“Yes,” you say quietly. You don’t want to sound like you are complaining.

“Let’s fix that,” he says. He leans over and kisses you on the mouth.

Your tender lips open for him. His tongue pushes into your mouth with the
same force that his cock did. You wince and wonder how this is supposed to
fix anything. Maybe he just wanted a pretense to kiss you.

His tongue is surprisingly large. He licks the inside of your mouth. It feels
strange but you know better than to protest.

Lord Brisbane breaks the kiss and sits back up. “Better?” he asks.

You are about to lie when you notice something. Your jaw is better! The
tingling in your lips and the soreness of your jaw is gone. Even your throat
is no longer hoarse from your choking. How did he do that?

“You have made a mess, little bitch,” Lord Brisbane says. He points to his
cock. It is still semi-hard and covered in your spit and his seed.
“Oops,” you say playfully. Your mood has certainly improved.

“Clean me,” Lord Brisbane says. The tone of his voice makes it clear that is
a command.

It is quite a mess. His pubic hair is slick and soaked. How does he expect
you to clean it? The only cloth that you know of is his clothes and the
remnants of your robe. You doubt he wants to get his clothes dirty so the
robe it is.

There is another option. You have read enough porn to know that most
submissives and bottoms clean things with their mouth. It would take a
while but you could lick him clean. Then again, it is a huge mess and if he
isn’t specifically telling you to use your mouth, maybe you don’t want to.
How do you clean Lord Brisbane’s cock?

I use what is left of my robe.

I use my mouth.
I use what is left of my robe.

Where is your robe? That’s right, it is on the floor where Lord Brisbane
ripped it from you.

You grab the chair for support and start to stand. Lord Brisbane puts his
hand on your head and pushes you back down. There is no resisting his
strength.

“No, you no longer walk when you are around me,” Lord Brisbane says.
“Crawl like the little bitch that you are.”

You sink back down to the ground. It looks like ‘little bitch’ is going to be a
permanent thing. Your cheeks are flushed with shame but your pussy is also
clenching. Maybe being humiliated suits you.

On your hands and knees, you crawl over to the shreds of your robe. You
know that Lord Brisbane is watching you as you crawl. Your hips sway a
little more than necessary as you crawl.

You gather a long strip of your robe and start crawling back. An image
flashes in your mind of holding the robe in your teeth. Yes, that seems right.
You put the robe in your mouth like an animal and crawl back towards Lord
Brisbane.

He smiles at you. Putting the robe in your mouth was a good choice. The
way he smiles at you melts something deep inside you. Your pussy aches to
be filled with him.

You crawl between Lord Brisbane’s legs and take the robe from your
mouth. Gently, you dab at his cock with the scrap of cloth. The material is
surprisingly absorbent.

Lord Brisbane closes his eyes and relaxes into Lady Morley’s chair. A pang
of disappointment shoots through you. Why isn’t he looking at you?
You shake your head and focus on your work. There is a lot of come. You
wet the cloth with your mouth and gently scrub at his hairy legs.

Lord Brisbane’s cock’s is still partially erect. It is heavy in your hand and it
throbs as you rub it. You catch yourself fantasizing about all the places this
cock could go inside you.

Next you focus on his balls. You can barely see them through the thick
pubic hair. As carefully as you can, you rub his balls clean with the tattered
scrap of your robe.

It takes a while but you finally finish cleaning his cock, balls and thighs.
You sit back and drop the cloth. It is soaked with come. You really hope
that he doesn’t make you put it back in your mouth.

Lord Brisbane rises from his chair. “Come,” he says and he walks towards
one of the doors leading out of the dining hall. He is still naked and doesn’t
seem concerned. Maybe being a Lord lets him walk naked where ever he
wants.

You almost rise to your feet but remember your place in time. On hands and
knees, you follow behind him. Your breasts swing as you try to keep up
with his brisk pace.

He opens a door and holds it open for you. After you crawl through, he lets
it close and walks down the hall. You follow him.

The floor tiles are hard on your knees. The hall is brightly lit but you don’t
have time to admire the décor. Lord Brisbane is walking fast and you have
no doubt that there will be repercussions if you cannot keep up.

The two of you turn a corner and the floor changes to a scratchy carpet.
Lanterns light the way. You pass a window that has a crack in it. The wind
from outside chills your naked body.

Lord Brisbane turns another corner and you follow him. This hall has
wooden floors and electric lights. On one wall, people are bent over at the
waist with their naked bottoms on display. Their legs are spread apart like
inverted V’s. Their torsos emerge from holes in the wall and appear to be
locked in like some sort of strange stocks. The rest of their bodies must be
on the other side of the wall.

There are five people bent over with a slot for a sixth. There are three
women and two men. Lord Brisbane stops by the ass of a pale woman and
bends over. He sniffs her ass and then frowns. He walks over to the next
ass. It belongs to a dark man. He sniffs his ass.

What is he doing? You are tempted to ask but don’t. You doubt that little
bitches can ask questions.

You do wonder about the bound people. Where are the rest of their bodies?
Are they inside the wall, trapped in some sort of bondage device? Or is
there another hallway with their arms and heads are? How long do they stay
here? Isn’t there a safe limit to how long someone can be bent over in a
hallway?

Lord Brisbane sniffs another man’s ass and then a dark woman’s ass. At her
ass, he smiles. He motions for you to come over. He points to between the
woman’s legs.

“There,” he commands.

You crawl between her brown legs. Something drips onto your face. It is her
hairy pussy. It is soaking wet.

Lord Brisbane guides his cock to her sex. You watch in jealousy as his girth
opens her up. The woman’s dark thighs shudder and clench as he slips deep
inside her.

“Make yourself useful, little bitch,” Lord Brisbane says as he starts to fuck
the helpless woman.

You lick your lips. Several ideas come to mind. You could stroke and lick
the woman’s pussy as Lord Brisbane fucks her. If you help turn the woman
on, it might make her pussy wetter and tighter for his cock.

Then again, why concentrate on her? Maybe you should be worrying about
Lord Brisbane. You could massage his balls or maybe lick his cock as it
slides in and out of this unknown woman.
How are you going to be useful?

Focus on the woman.

Focus on Lord Brisbane.

I use my mouth.

You move between his legs. Lord Brisbane looks down at you with a smile
that is almost a smirk. He knows what you are going to do and he approves.

Taking his cock in your hand, you dip your head down. Instead of taking
him directly into your mouth, you wrap your lips around the side of his
cock. Your cheeks pucker as you suck his skin clean. You rub your tongue
back and forth, scrubbing away anything left behind.

Slowly, you work your way down the length of his cock. You turn his cock
this way and that so you can make sure to get all around him. Your tongue
glides over him, licking and rubbing the ridges of his cock to get into all the
creases.

“Very nice, little bitch,” Lord Brisbane says.

His compliment sends a thrill through you that goes right to your sex. Why
does his words mean so much to you? You just met him tonight but you
find yourself clenching at the slightest sign of approval from him. You don’t
even mind that he is calling you a bitch.

Most of his cock is clean but now you are getting down to his balls. There is
no easy way to get all of that hair clean. This is going to take some work.

You start by sticking your tongue out and taking a long lick of his pubic
hair. You taste his musky scent along with the left behind come. It sends a
shudder through your body.

“Mmmm,” Lord Brisbane moans.

You burrow into his crotch. Pubic hair tickles your lips and nose. You give
up on thinking and just start licking. Your tongue licks back and forth in
search of clumps of come. You don’t know how efficient it is but you catch
yourself getting wetter with every lick. In fact, you find it hard to stop.
“Don’t forget the thighs, little bitch,” Lord Brisbane says. He gently pulls
your head from his crotch.

Your tongue stretches out to keep licking. Lord Brisbane keeps you back
and the need to keep licking passes. Weird, what has gotten into you?

You turn your attention to his thighs. They are damp with sweat and come.
You press your mouth to his skin and suck gently with your lips. Inch by
inch, you suck the filth from his skin.

Eventually you finish. You lick your lips and look up at him. It is tempting
to reach between your legs but you are resisting. You want to be ready for
whatever comes next.

Lord Brisbane rises from his chair. “Come,” he says and he walks towards
one of the doors leading out of the dining hall. He is still naked and doesn’t
seem concerned. Maybe being a Lord lets him walk naked where ever he
wants.

You rise to your feet. Lord Brisbane’s head snaps around. His glare freezes
you in place.

“No, you no longer walk when you are around me,” Lord Brisbane says.
“Crawl like the little bitch that you are.”

You drop back to you knees. He relaxes and so do you. Turning around, he
walks away from you.

On hands and knees, you follow behind him. Your breasts swing as you try
to keep up with his brisk pace.

He opens a door and holds it open for you. After you crawl through, he lets
it close and walks down the hall. You follow him.

The floor is made of tiles that are hard on your knees. The hall is brightly lit
but you don’t have time to admire the décor. Lord Brisbane is walking fast
and you have no doubt that there will be repercussions if you cannot keep
up.

The two of you turn a corner and the floor changes to a scratchy carpet.
Lanterns light the way. You pass a window that has a crack in it. The wind
from outside chills your naked body.

Lord Brisbane turns another corner and you follow him. This hall has
wooden floors and electric lights. On one wall, people are bent over at the
waist with their naked bottoms on display. Their legs are spread apart like
inverted V’s. Their torsos emerge from holes in the wall and appear to be
locked in like some sort of strange stocks. The rest of their bodies must be
on the other side of the wall.

There are five people bent over with a slot for a sixth. There are three
women and two men. Lord Brisbane stops by the ass of a pale woman and
bends over. He sniffs her ass and then frowns. He walks over to the next
ass. It belongs to a dark man. He sniffs his ass.

What is he doing? You are tempted to ask but don’t. You doubt that little
bitches can ask questions.

You do wonder about the bound people. Where is the rest of their bodies?
Are they inside the wall, trapped in some sort of bondage device? Or is
there another hallway with their arms and heads are? How long do they stay
here? Isn’t there a safe limit to how long someone can be bent over in a
hallway?

Lord Brisbane sniffs another man’s ass and then a dark woman’s ass. At her
ass, he smiles. He motions for you to come over. He points to between the
woman’s legs.

“There,” he commands.

You crawl between her brown legs. Something drips onto your face. It is her
hairy pussy. It is soaking wet.
Lord Brisbane guides his cock to her sex. You watch in jealousy as his girth
opens her up. The woman’s dark thighs shudder and clench as he slips deep
inside her.

“Make yourself useful, little bitch,” Lord Brisbane says as he starts to fuck
the helpless woman.

You lick your lips. Several ideas come to mind. You could stroke and lick
the woman’s pussy as Lord Brisbane fucks her. If you help turn the woman
on, it might make her pussy wetter and tighter for his cock.

Then again, why concentrate on her? Maybe you should be worrying about
Lord Brisbane. You could massage his balls or maybe lick his cock as it
slides in and out of this unknown woman.
How are you going to be useful?

Focus on the woman.

Focus on Lord Brisbane.

Focus on the woman.

Lord Brisbane picked this woman for a reason so you decide to give your
attention to her. It makes you jealous that he is ramming her pussy and not
yours but you push it aside. Maybe this is a test.

Your hands grip both of her thighs. The bound woman jumps but relaxes
into your grip. Your thumbs stroke her in a soothing massage. You feel the
muscles underneath quiver under your touch.

Then again, the thighs could be quivering from Lord Brisbane’s thick cock
driving deep inside her. You know that you are distracted watching his hairy
balls bounce inches from your face. Massaging hands can’t compete with a
good fuck.

Maybe kissing will. You lean up and kiss the woman’s thighs. You taste
sweat and cocoa butter. You plant a line of kisses from her thigh towards
her pussy.

The woman’s hips buck. She grinds in place. Is she grinding for your mouth
or Lord Brisbane’s cock? You know which you would prefer but it would be
flattering if it was for you.

You skip her sex getting fucked and kiss her other thigh. This time you lick
her thigh as you move. Slowly you work your way down to her knees,
licking every inch of the way.

The bound woman shudders. The leg you are licking presses against your
mouth. Oh, she likes that.

You lick your way back up again. Your tongue leaves a trail of spit on her
thigh. When you reach the crease where her thigh joins her crotch, you flick
your tongue rapidly.

The woman bucks her hips. Lord Brisbane growls and fucks her faster. His
cock is a ramming piston inside her dark pussy.
You are getting turned on. Are you allowed to pleasure yourself? It isn’t
clear. You reach between your legs and your pussy is soaking wet. You
stroke yourself and moan into the woman’s thighs.

The woman shakes. Was that an orgasm? You wish that you could see her
face or at least hear her.

The sight of Lord Brisbane’s pale cock fucking her dark sex is too much
resist. You press your lips to her sex. It is an awkward angle but you don’t
care. Your lips close over her pussy and you lick furiously.

Lord Brisbane groans. Is the woman clenching tighter because of your

mouth? Or is he enjoying having your face so close to his cock?

You lick harder. Your tongue competes with Lord Brisbane’s cock for the
woman’s pussy. Juices run down your face and onto your chest. You swirl
your tongue, licking and probing as much as you can.

Your pussy aches with need. You stroke yourself. Is this allowed? You don’t
know but you are afraid to ask. If he tells you to stop, you know that you
would obey him but right now you do not want to stop.

Lord Brisbane growls. He slows down but the force that he pounds her with
increases. The wall shakes. His cock is a battering ram breaking into her
pussy. His balls slam into your chin.

You lick faster. You stroke yourself harder. Your world is divided between
two pussies and both are soaking wet.

The woman trembles. Her hips undulate. You feel the spasms of her pussy
on your tongue.

Lord Brisbane howls. You know that sound. He is coming and he is coming
inside this unknown woman instead of inside you. His cock quivers as he
keeps fucking her.
You don’t stop licking. Some of his seed spills from her pussy and you
eagerly lick it up. Your tongue stays busy on the woman’s quivering sex
until he finally pulls out of her.

“That should hold me,” Lord Brisbane says. He laughs and slaps the
woman’s ass. The slap echoes down the hall.

You are still stroking yourself. Lord Brisbane looks down at you as you
plunge your fingers deep inside you. He smiles and it looks for a moment
like he is going to let you come.

“Stop that, little bitch,” he says when he knows you are close.

You whimper but you pull your fingers out of sex. You crawl towards him,
eager to clean his cock that is messy once more.

“No,” Lord Brisbane says and you stop in your tracks. “Follow me,” he
says.

He walks down the hall. You crawl after him like an obedient pet. Pussy
juices run down your legs and you try to ignore the need in your pussy.

He turns a corner into a darkened hallway. There are no lights here. The
floor is cracked wood and feels dirty. The only illumination is from a door
that opens to the outside. Lightning flashes and you see wallpaper peeling
on the walls.

“Here,” Lord Brisbane says as he opens the door. The wind ruffles his dark
curly hair. Lightning flashes and outlines his gorgeous body. The rain falls
on him but he doesn’t care.

He walks outside. You crawl to the door, uncertain if you are supposed to
follow. Stone tiles cover the ground outside. There is a stone table and
bench. It looks like some sort of patio.

“Come, little bitch,” he commands.

You crawl outside. The wind is cold on your body and the rain is colder.
You start to shiver. The only thing keeping you warm is the burning desire
in your sex.

Lord Brisbane stands in the rain. The rain slides down over his hairy body
and broad muscles. “Stand,” he commands.

You scramble to your feet. He opens his arms and you cling to him for
warmth. His body is hot like a radiator. His arms fold around you. The rain
falls on the two of you and you shudder.

“Sometimes, I just need to get outside,” he says.

“Even in the rain?” you ask.

Lord Brisbane laughs. He looks down at you. His eyes are bright, almost
glowing.

“Especially in the rain,” he growls. His voice deepens. “It washes off the
smell of all those weaklings that live in the house.”

His cock throbs against you. He is hard again? The heat from his body
seems to increase. It is almost burning you.

“I have one last command, little bitch,” Lord Brisbane says. He lets go of
you and takes a step back. He opens and closes his fists and you hear
knuckles cracking.

Your heart is racing. You are shaking and it is no longer from the cold.
Something unnatural is happening here.

“What is your command?” you ask Lord Brisbane.

He starts to shake. His jaw elongates. Lightning flashes and you see that his
hairy body is now covered in a pelt of black hair. His fingernails lengthen
into claws. There is a ripping sound and his chest doubles in width. Long
ears emerge from the fur covering his head.
“Fuck, shit,” you whisper. Lord Brisbane is no longer a man. He is some
sort of wolf creature with the shape of a man!

Lord Brisbane looks at you. “Bend over,” he growls.

You are stunned that he can still speak although his voice is nothing human.
He can’t be serious. He can’t expect you to bend over so he can mount you
like an animal. Can he?

He growls. He raises a clawed hand and you see it shake with rage. Lord
Brisbane is used to being obeyed.

You are taking too long but you can’t help it. This is insane. He is some sort
of monster. The smart thing to do would be to run but something stops you.
Is it the fear that you can’t escape him? Or is it because deep down you
want to let him fuck you?

He growls again and walks towards you. There is no more time to stall.
What will you do?

Run for it.

Bend over for him.

Focus on Lord Brisbane.

Who cares about the woman? She is just some pussy that Lord Brisbane
finds useful. It is his will that dominates you and it is his pleasure that you
care about.

You reach out and grip his thighs. The hair that covers the rest of his body is
just as thick on his legs. Powerful muscles flex and move beneath your grip.
You squeeze and rub his muscles as he thrusts into the bound woman.

An urge to worship Lord Brisbane comes over you and you kiss his thighs.
You mean to give him a small kiss but the smell of him sweeps over your
senses. It is not cologne but some natural scent that makes you think of
warm caves and dark nights. The scent washes over your mind like a fog
and it is hard to think.

A simple kiss turns into a long lick of his hairy thigh. A second kiss ends
with you pressing your face against his powerful leg. For some strange
reason, you find yourself rubbing your face on one thigh and then the other.

As you rub, you become more aroused. Every time your face slides along
his thigh, it feels like something is stroking your sex. You keep rubbing and
your sex gets wetter and wetter.

Lord Brisbane grunts. He savagely fucks the bound woman. The sound of
his ramming cock and her wet pussy fills the room.

You pull your face from his thighs. The urge to be close to him is
overwhelming but that is not what you are here for. He told you to make
yourself useful. It is time that you did.

Still holding onto his thighs, you lean closer to the bound woman’s pussy.
Lord Brisbane’s pale cock drives in and out of her. You press your lips to
the point of penetration and flick your tongue at his ramming length. Your
tongue licks his cock as it goes into her pussy and you lick it as it pulls out.
Lord Brisbane moans. “Yes, little bitch,” he groans.

Pride swells within you. He approves. Desire surges between your legs. You
feel like you are on the verge of climax. Can you come simply from a kind
word from him?

The bound woman quivers. She is enjoying your administrations as well.

You don’t care about her pleasure. Her enjoyment is a side-effect of your
service to Lord Brisbane.

You lick harder. Your lips wrap around Lord Brisbane’s sliding cock as if
you were playing the flute. The taste of the woman’s pussy is on his cock
and it makes you jealous.

Lord Brisbane keeps fucking her although his strokes slow down. You have
to believe that he is doing it to better enjoy your tongue before plunging
back into the bound woman’s sex.

You want more of him. His balls are slapping against your cheek. You stop
licking his cock and turn your attention to his scrotum. Your mouth opens
wide and you take a long lick of his balls.

There is too much hair but you don’t care. The scent of him is stronger here.
You open your mouth and suck one of his balls into your mouth.

Lord Brisbane groans. His thighs shudder against you. He slows down
dramatically as he keeps fucking the woman.

You open your mouth wider. Your tongue pulls his second ball into your
mouth. You seal your lips around him and suck gently. Your jaw hurts from
staying this wide but you ignore the pain for his pleasure.

“Good, little bitch,” Lord Brisbane groans. “Very good.”

Pride and pleasure wash over you. Your pussy can’t be ignored any longer.
You reach between your thighs and start stroking.
Lord Brisbane thrusts slowly into the dark woman’s sex. Every thrust is
measured and carefully done so that his balls stay in your mouth. He is in
her but it is your mouth that he is caring about.

You stroke faster. Your fingers plunge into your wet sex. Your tongue keeps
licking his hairy balls. The smell of him fills your body and you can’t
imagine wanting to be anywhere else.

Lord Brisbane thrusts hard and then he howls. You know that sound. You
feel his balls tighten and then release. He is coming with his balls in your
mouth.

Eventually, he gently pulls away from the woman. Her pussy is overflowing
with his seed. His balls leave your mouth and you kiss them good-bye.

“That should hold me,” Lord Brisbane says. He laughs and slaps the
woman’s ass. The slap echoes down the hall.

You are still stroking yourself. Lord Brisbane looks down at you as you
plunge your fingers deep inside you. He smiles and it looks for a moment
like he is going to let you come.

“Stop that, little bitch,” he says when he knows you are close.

You whimper but you pull your fingers out of sex. You crawl towards him,
eager to clean his cock that is messy once more.

“No,” Lord Brisbane says and you stop in your tracks. “Follow me,” he
says.

He walks down the hall. You crawl after him like an obedient pet. Pussy
juices run down your legs and you try to ignore the need in your pussy.

He turns a corner into a darkened hallway. There are no lights here. The
floor is cracked wood and feels dirty. The only illumination is from a door
that opens to the outside. Lightning flashes and you see wallpaper peeling
on the walls.
“Here,” Lord Brisbane says as he opens the door. The wind ruffles his dark
curly hair. Lightning flashes and outlines his gorgeous body. The rain falls
on him but he doesn’t care.

He walks outside. You crawl to the door, uncertain if you are supposed to
follow. Stone tiles cover the ground outside. There is a stone table and
bench. It looks like some sort of patio.

“Come, little bitch,” he commands.

You crawl outside. The wind is cold on your body and the rain is colder.
You start to shiver. The only thing keeping you warm is the burning desire
in your sex.

Lord Brisbane stands in the rain. The rain slides down over his hairy body
and broad muscles. “Stand,” he commands.

You scramble to your feet. He opens his arms and you cling to him for
warmth. His body is hot like a radiator. His arms fold around you. The rain
falls on the two of you and you shudder.

“Sometimes, I just need to get outside,” he says.

“Even in the rain?” you ask.

Lord Brisbane laughs. He looks down at you. His eyes are bright, almost
glowing.

“Especially in the rain,” he growls. His voice deepens. “It washes off the
smell of all those weaklings that live in the house.”

His cock throbs against you. He is hard again? The heat from his body
seems to increase. It is almost burning you.

“I have one last command, little bitch,” Lord Brisbane says. He lets go of
you and takes a step back. He opens and closes his fists and you hear
knuckles cracking.

Your heart is racing. You are shaking and it is no longer from the cold.
Something unnatural is happening here.

“What is your command?” you ask Lord Brisbane.

He starts to shake. His jaw elongates. Lightning flashes and you see that his
hairy body is now covered in a pelt of black hair. His fingernails lengthen
into claws. There is a ripping sound and his chest doubles in width. Long
ears emerge from the fur covering his head.

“Fuck, shit,” you whisper. Lord Brisbane is no longer a man. He is some

sort of wolf creature with the shape of a man!

Lord Brisbane looks at you. “Bend over,” he growls.

You are stunned that he can still speak although his voice is nothing human.
He can’t be serious. He can’t expect you to bend over so he can mount you
like an animal. Can he?

He growls. He raises a clawed hand and you see it shake with rage. Lord
Brisbane is used to being obeyed.

You are taking too long but you can’t help it. This is insane. He is some sort
of monster. The smart thing to do would be to run but something stops you.
Is it the fear that you can’t escape him? Or is it because deep down you
want to let him fuck you?

He growls again and walks towards you. There is no more time to stall.
What will you do?

Run for it.

Bend over for him.

Run for it.

This is too much. You knew that there was something strange about this
man but you would have never guessed that he was some kind of monster.
Terror grips you and there is only one thing to do.

You spin around and run into the darkness. The stones of the patio give way
to slick grass as you run towards the trees. They are right up against the
house and closer than you remembered. You can’t see a thing but you run as
fast as you can.

There is a howl. It is Lord Brisbane or whatever he has become. It is not the

howl he makes when he climaxes. No, this is an angry howl and he is angry
with you.

You keep running. Branches whip at your naked body. Thorns cut and drag
at your skin. The ground is uneven and roots threaten to trip you with every
step. The wind itself seems to blow against you to slow you down.

It doesn’t matter. Blind fear drives you on. Falling and hurting yourself here
is better than whatever Lord Brisbane has become.

You run out of breath. Your chest burns as you pant. You stumble and lean
against a tree.

Have you lost him? You wish that it wasn’t so fucking dark. The rain pours
down harder and you begin to shiver. Maybe the rain will help hide you
from the monster.

Where the fuck are you? It is so hard to see. You don’t remember there
being so many trees before. Wasn’t the house close to the road? You should
be able to see a road or something.

Lightning flashes. Something is standing near you. It is tall and covered in

moss and leaves. Two angry red eyes glow at you.
You scream. What the fuck is this?

The creature takes a step towards you. Something inside it glows red and
you can see the outline of the creature through cracks in its skin. It is
shaped like a man but looks more like a tree or a shambling hedge.

What is going on? How can there be a second monster in these woods?
What is this horrible place?

The creature reaches out for you. You are too shaken with fear to move. It
reeks of rotten wood. A crack forms in its face and something red glows
from an ever-widening mouth.

Something nearby growls. The tree creature stops and turns.

“She is my bitch,” Lord Brisbane says in that inhuman voice.

The tree creature roars. Lord Brisbane roars back at it. They charge each
other. The impact of their bodies colliding is like the boom of thunder.

You sink to your knees. This can’t be happening. Did you hit your head on a
branch? Could you be asleep in your car, dreaming all of this?

No, the rain on your freezing body is too real. The tiny scratches from the
thorns and branches are too vivid on your tender skin. You never shiver
with terror like this in your worst nightmares.

The monsters fight. It is ugly and brutal. The tree creature roars and Lord
Brisbane growls. They tear into each other, sending fur and leaves flying.

You clutch yourself and huddle against the tree.

The tree creature screams as Lord Brisbane rips its arm from its body. Red
light pouts out of the open wound. The light flares like a lantern,
illuminating the rainy night.
Lord Brisbane uses the arm as a weapon. He smashes into the tree creature
over and over again. The creature falls to its knees but Lord Brisbane
doesn’t stop. He rams the arm down the creature’s mouth, impaling it to the
ground. The creature shudders and is still.

“Yes,” you whisper. The tree thing is dead. Something within it continues to
glow and casts Lord Brisbane in an eerie red light.

Lord Brisbane turns towards you. He is bleeding from multiple wounds. His
eyes are wild and furious.

Your eyes are drawn to his cock. It is a huge and much bigger than it was
before. It is hard and pointed towards you.

“Yes,” you say again and you start crawling towards him. You don’t know
what Lord Brisbane has become but you know him better than whatever
else lurks in these woods. He has saved you and you don’t want him to
leave.

Lord Brisbane rushes towards you. He grabs you by the back of the neck
and picks you up from the ground. You cry out as he pushes you back, back,
back until you hit a tree. He pins you to the tree, his hard cock pressing
against your body.

You groan and lift your leg. His cock pushes against your sex and savagely
enters you. You cry out. It is too big and too much but you will take it for
him.

The tree creaks as he fucks you against it. You hold onto his hairy neck as
his cock claims you. He grabs your other leg and holds you up as he fucks
you.

The rain continues to fall on you. It is cold but the cock inside you keeps
you warm. The red light from the dead creature reveals every wolf-like
feature on Lord Brisbane’s face but you no longer fear him. You are his
bitch.
There is no technique as Lord Brisbane fucks you. His hips move with an
animal’s passion. You are just something to take his cock and his cock is
greedy.

The tree is rough on your skin and you feel blood flowing down your back.
Sharp claws dig into your thighs and ass. The beast that is Lord Brisbane
snarls as he fucks and his hot breath is on your face with every thrust.

You come. Your climax comes swift and hits you hard. You cry out your
pleasure as the thunder rolls.

Lord Brisbane growls and you feel him slow down. His thrusts slam into
you harder. The tree shakes as he savagely fucks you.

He throws back his head and howls. His cock shakes and a flood of hot seed
fills your pussy. You come a second time as his seed surges through you.

Lord Brisbane looks down at you. His eyes glow with animal fury. His cock
is still ejaculating inside you but there is no trace of humanity in those eyes.

“Fuck, shit,” you whisper as his jaws lunge for your throat. There is a sharp
pain and then the welcome oblivion of death.

The savage end.

Bend over for him.

None of this makes sense. How has Lord Brisbane transformed? What has
he transformed into? Are you dreaming? Is any of this real?

You don’t know the answers to any of these questions but you do know one
thing. Lord Brisbane gave you an order and as his little bitch, you know it is
best to obey him. Everything else is secondary.

He comes closer and you spin around. He said to bend over. Does he mean
on the ground or standing up? The stone table is nearby so you take a step
towards it.

Lord Brisbane snarls. Does he think that you are running away?

You quickly go to the table and bend over. The rain falls on you and
splatters against the surface of the table. Lightning flashes and reveal
strange designs carved into the stone. You press your face to the table and
present your ass to him. Remembering the women stuck in the wall, you
position your legs in a similar manner.

A large hand grabs your wet ass. Sharp claws poke against your flesh. You
are reminded of the dining room and how Lord Brisbane had you in this
exact same position. That was before he was whatever he is now.

He bends over you. He blocks the rain as his wet fur presses down on your
bare back. His cold nose presses against you, sniffing his way up to your
neck.

What is trying to smell? Is there some scent that reveals your submission to
him?

He pulls away from you. The rain falls on your back. His claws are still on
your ass so you know he is there but why did he move away?
Something touches your sex. It is his snout. The nose presses against your
pussy. You feel him sniff and then then something coarse and long licks
you. It is his tongue.

You groan and stay bent over. This monster is licking your pussy. The long
tongue is lapping at your sex and you can’t deny how good it feels. It is
hard to relax though. You are acutely aware of his sharp teeth next to your
most vulnerable area. You just hope that Lord Brisbane is content to lick
and not literally eat your pussy.

Lightning flashes and thunder cracks. The freezing rain is soaking your
body but the rapid licking of your pussy is keeping you warm. You hold
onto the stone table as the creature’s tongue makes you squirm.
Lord Brisbane keeps licking. He has a hold of your thighs and his sharp
claws dig into your flesh. You are going nowhere as his snout presses
harder against your sex. The long tongue slides across the entire length of
your pussy lips.

He is going to make you come. It is insane, but your body can’t ignore how
good it feels. The rough tongue is faster and longer than any human tongue.
The cold nose pushes open your pussy lips until you are grinding on Lord
Brisbane’s monstrous face.

He suddenly pulls away. You cry out in frustration and start to rise when a
hairy hand pushes you back down onto the table. Wet fur presses against
your legs as he moves closer. His hard cock pushes into your pussy and fills
you.

“Fuck!” you cry out. His cock is much larger than it was before. It is a
massive member of pulsing power inside your pussy. You doubt that you
can take it, yet miraculously, it is inside you. There is no way that he could
fuck you with that beast.

Lord Brisbane grabs your shoulders. Sharp claws stab your skin like
daggers. You cry out and his cock throbs inside you.

“Time to rut, little bitch,” he says in that inhuman voice.

He fucks you. He is too big but he fucks you. Your pussy is too tight but his
cock is sliding in and out of you. He is too rough but you are craving every
thrust. Your body wasn’t made for such a monster but you feel your orgasm
coming quickly.

You scream as you climax. You come hard as Lord Brisbane impales you
with his beastly cock. You feel unbelievable pleasure as this monster fucks
you in the rain.

Lord Brisbane keeps going. He drags his claws down your back as he
pounds your sex. The claws leave bloody trails in your skin that burn like
fire. The pain makes you scream but then you are screaming louder as you
come a second time.

Lightning flashes and the thunder happens almost immediately. It is so loud

and close. Terror grips you and you fear of being struck by lightning but
your fear is gone with the next thrust of his magnificent cock.

You shudder and come again. The stone table is hard against your cold
body. Your breasts are covered in scratches from grinding on the table.

Lord Brisbane growls. His fucking slows down but his thrusts ram into you
harder. He is going to come soon.

He bends over your body as he fucks you. Sharp teeth enclose your neck.
You scream as he bites down. Your neck is trapped in a vice as he fucks
you. Terror grips you but not as tightly as your pussy is gripping his cock.

Your back burns from where his hairy chest is rubbing against your claw
scratches. The throbbing cock fills your pussy in ways no man or machine
could ever match. The pain and the pleasure combine to form one powerful
sensation of bliss.

Lord Brisbane howls with your neck still in his teeth. The volume of his
howl shakes you to your core. A new heat enters your pussy. It is Lord
Brisbane’s seed gushing into your sex.
You come again. The euphoria of your climax fills your body and cancels
out all sensation. You are high on pleasure as Lord Brisbane’s teeth snap
together in the throes of his orgasm.

Death is instantaneous. You die with a moan on your lips and your pussy
full of his seed.

The savage end.

Yes, I must obey.

It is what Lady Morley wants. If she is ordering you to do it, then she must
find you attractive or she has her own reasons. It is not for you to decide,
but to obey.

Looking up at Lady Morley’s waiting eyes, you reach between your thighs.
Both of your hands stroke the outside of your sex. You smear the juices that
are leaking from your pussy back onto your lips.

Lady Morley nods with approval. She reaches once more for your breast.
You flinch, not knowing if it will be pleasure or pain this time.

Her hand cups your breast. Your hard nipple presses against her palm.
Gently, her fingers close around your breast and squeeze.

Warm water flows over your skin. You don’t look down but you can tell
that it is all in your head. There is no water but it feels damn nice. It is like
kneeling inside a waterfall.

You sigh happily. Still looking up at Lady Morley, you rub your sex more
aggressively. Your hand does tight little circles on your pussy.

Pleasure spreads from your sex. You groan. Your eyes half close but stay
open to gaze upon the one who controls you.

Lady Morley rubs your breast. Her hand moves in a slow circle, similar but
gentler than what your hand is doing to your pussy. The tips of her
fingernails graze your skin; adding sharp pricks to the soothing feeling.

The sensation of warm water on your body changes subtly. Now you feel
immersed as if you were sitting in a pool. The water moves against your
skin like there was a current. Your mouth closes instinctively even though
there is no water there.
Your fingers slip inside your sex. The water sensation follows. You groan as
the feeling of water fills your pussy along with your fingers. You stroke
yourself and feel the imaginary water washing back and forth with your
fingers.

“Does it feel nice, little treat?” Lady Morley asks.

“Yes,” you moan.

“Good,” Lady Morley says and her fingers squeeze tightly around your
breast.

The water around you pulls on your body. It is tugging you downwards. The
water pulls stronger than any current or undertow.

You stroke faster. The water feeling is pulling on your pussy. You can feel
the lips of your pussy being tugged on. Your hand plunges deep inside you
as the water pulls harder.

Lady Morley smiles at the confusion expression on your face. Her intense
eyes hold you in her stare. She licks her lips and a tremor of desire runs
through you.

The pull of the water gets stronger. You sit down hard on your ankles. The
water pushes you backwards and the pull is too strong to kneel straight
anymore. You lean back, further and further, unable to stop staring into
Lady Morley’s eyes. She leans with you, still holding onto your breast.

“Faster, little treat,” Lady Morley says. “Fuck yourself for me.”

You shudder at her words and obey. Your fingers plunge harder into your
wet sex. The position that you are in is awkward but you don’t care. You
want to please Lady Morley and you will.

Your fingers thrust deep inside you. The unseen water tugs at your hand but
you fight against it. You fuck your pussy hard and fast. The thrusts are a
little too hard but you don’t stop. You will take it for this beautiful woman
who commands you.

Lady Morley nods her head slightly. Is that approval? You hope so.

The grip on your breast changes. Sharp nails dig in as she squeezes. She
pulls and you return to a normal kneeling position.

The water vanishes. You gasp at the sudden absence. Your body still feels
the pull of phantom water that was never there.

Something new touches your skin. It is cloth, soft and sensuous like silk. It
is wrapping around your thigh and extending down your leg.

You keep stroking. You feel your orgasm coming closer. You are almost
there.

More cloth wraps around your body. You feel the gentle touch of silk
coiling around both arms. Silk presses down on the breast that Lady Morley
isn’t squeezing. Cloth wraps around your lips and you can no longer open
your mouth.

“Relax,” Lady Morley says. “Relax, and be bound within your own body.”

Silk encircles every part of you except the hand you are using to stroke
yourself. Your hips can no longer buck against your fingers. You moan but
unseen silk gags your mouth.

“Are you close, little treat?” Lady Morley asks.

You nod your head before silk weaves through your hair and holds your
head still.

“Then come, if you can,” Lady Morley says.

You laugh and the invisible silk gags you. She has no idea how close you
are. This will only take a few more strokes.
Your fingers fuck your wet sex with abandon. There is no shyness or
hesitation anymore. Your climax is closer, closer and closer.

Lady Morley keeps staring into your eyes. Her sharp nails prick your
trapped breast. The silk around your body tightens.

You are going to come. Your orgasm is coming fast and at any moment.

Your hand stroke faster. The wet sound of your sex and fingers fills the
empty dining room.

Any moment now, you will come.

You stroke harder.

Any moment . . .

You stroke harder.

You are on the verge of coming but it isn’t happening. Your climax feels
like it is one stroke away but it stays just out of your reach.

Maybe this stroke will do it.

No.

Maybe you need to go deeper.

No.

What if you go harder, harder than you ever have before until it is painful.

No.

Lady Morley laughs. “Stop, little treat.”

Your hand stops. Your wrist is cramped. Exhaustion settles onto you. It is
matched only by the frustration between your legs.

Lady Morley lets go of your breast. The silk bindings vanish from your
senses. You are free again.

“Such an excellent body,” Lady Morley says. “You are highly receptive.”

She looks away and picks up her glass of wine. Free of her gaze, you feel a
second wave of exhaustion sweep over you. It is like you have run a
thousand miles. Your body aches. The breast that Lady Morley has been
squeezing feels like it has been crushed in a vice.

“I have decided to grant you a favor, little treat,” Lady Morley says. “I shall
grant you six licks.”

She places her hand on her slick pussy lips. You have been staring into her
eyes for so long that you forgot that she had lifted her skirt to expose
herself. Her fingers run up and down her smooth lips.

“The question is,” Lady Morley says, “do you want to have six licks of my
sex, or would you rather that I lick your own needy pussy?”

Your mouth waters and your pussy clenches. This is a favor indeed, but
which of these two rewards do you want?
Who shall receive the six licks?

I want to lick Lady Morley.

I want Lady Morley to lick me.

No, I am too insecure.

You shake your head. “I’m sorry, but that is too much for me. Please, ask
me to do something else.”

Lady Morley stares down at you. “Is that too much to ask, little treat? Are
you embarrassed? Ashamed of your body? Do you lack the will to do such
an intimate act with an audience?”

Her voice is calm and almost dry. Is she being sarcastic or sincere? It is
impossible to tell.

Lady Morley’s expression is unreadable. She reaches once more for your
breast. You flinch, expecting her to inflict pain for your disobedience.

Her hand cups your breast. Your hard nipple presses against her palm.
Gently, her fingers close around your breast and squeeze.

Sharp pricks assault your arms and legs. You don’t look down but you can
tell that it is all in your head. There aren’t a hundred needles stabbing and
pricking your flesh.

“Ow,” you whimper. You try to cover your arms with your hands but your
body doesn’t move. Something has frozen you in place. All you can do is
continue to look up and stare into Lady Morley’s eyes.

“I am not used to excuses,” Lady Morley says. “It has been a while since
anyone dared. I am finding the experience to almost be novel.”

Her palm shifts on your breast. The prickling stops on your arms. The sharp
points on your legs move around to your bottom. Dozens of imaginary
needles jab at your ass.

“Fuck!” you cry out. The pricks land fast and go away but the constant
stabbing gives you no time to relax. You bite your lip as the pricks comes
faster.
Lady Morley gazes deeply into your eyes. The faint hint of a smirk curls a
corner of her lips. She is amused by your discomfort.

There is a change in her grip on your breast. Her thumb presses down
harder while her index finger relaxes. She grinds her palm into your nipple.

The prickling stops. You let out a sigh of relief that is interrupted by the hot
splash of something on your thighs. The heat is intense but then instantly
cools into a puddle on your skin.

What is happening? It reminds you of wax. Is something being spilled or is

this just more sensation manipulation from this exquisite woman? You want
to look down and see but that would mean taking your eyes away from the
enchanting pools of Lady Morley’s gaze.

Another hot splash lands higher up your thigh. The heat is unbearable but
fortunately only lasts a second. It cools but the fading heat is a reminder of
the intensity you just felt.

A third splash burns another part of your thigh. The pain is awful but more
worrisome is the fact that the phantom hot wax is getting closer and closer
to your sex. Can your pussy survive even one burning splash?

“Please,” you whisper. “I’ll be good.”

“Yes, you will,” Lady Morley says. “This will ensure it.”

A fourth splash of unseen wax lands right beside your pussy. You cry out in
terror and then are relieved when you realized it missed your sex. The relief
is washed away by the stinging heat on such a sensitive location.

You look up at Lady Morley. There is no mercy in her eyes. A hundred

pleas and promises spring to mind but you know better than to voice them.
There will be no respite from this woman.
A hot splash lands on your pussy lips. You scream as your frozen body
keeps you in place. The burning heat sears the lips of your sex before
starting the slow cooling process.

“Fuck, shit,” you gasp. This is worse than any discipline games that you
have ever played. You have never been trapped within your body before.

Lady Morley changes her grip on your breast. She traps your nipple
between her fingers and pinches it. Her other fingers tighten and dig her
nails into your tender flesh.

The heat on your thighs and pussy vanish. The sudden absence of pain and
discomfort is disorienting but you are grateful. You sob with relief.

Something bites your ass. You cry out and something else bites your butt as
well. A third and a fourth mouth bite and you forget all about phantom wax.

“I know it hurts,” Lady Morley says. “But I will offer you some relief.”

She leans forward even more. Her pale bountiful breasts hover before you
and look like they may escape her gown. She reaches with her other hand
for your sex. Cold fingers push inside of you and fill your pussy.

“Oh fuck,” you groan. You can’t believe how wet you are. Is it the pain that
is turning you on or is Lady Morley’s mastery of your body capable of
controlling how damp you are? You wouldn’t put it past her abilities.

As nice as her fingers are, the unseen mouths are still biting your ass. You
squirm and are surprised to find that you can move.

“Hump my fingers, little treat,” Lady Morley says. “When you come, the
biting will go away.”

Any shame you felt earlier is long gone. You just want the biting to stop and
you are also as wet as an ocean right now. Humping her fingers is nothing.
You start to grind on her hand. Lady Morley is surprisingly strong and
keeps her hand in place. Her fingers stay deep inside you as you clench and
hump.

The biting mouths keep moving. They release a sore part of your ass to bite
new areas. Each bite is excruciating as you feel the sharp teeth clamp down
on your tender skin.

You must hump harder. Up and down you slam yourself on lady Morley’s
fingers. You add your own hand to your sex and rub furiously. Between the
two of you, you will be coming in no time.

Lady Morley keeps you locked in her gaze the entire time. As you moan
and masturbate, she stares at you with an almost uncaring expression. You
can’t stop staring into the intense pools of her eyes.

Your climax is close. Just a few more strokes.

The biting grows more intense. Each clamp of the cruel teeth makes you cry
out. Tears cloud your eyes. It hurts so much but each shudder of pain makes
you clench tighter around her fingers.

You grind harder on Lady Morley’s fingers. Any moment now, you will
come.

You rub your clit faster.

Any moment . . .

The teeth bite down and you whimper. Any moment now.

You are on the verge of coming but it isn’t happening. Your climax feels
like it is one hump away but it stays just out of your reach.

Maybe this hump will do it.

No.
Maybe if you clench tighter.

No.

What if you grind harder, harder than you ever have before until it is as
painful as those terrible bites?

No.

Lady Morley laughs. “Stop, little treat.”

You stop in mid-hump. Your breath is ragged. Exhaustion settles onto you.
It is matched only by the frustration between your legs.

Lady Morley lets go of your breast and pulls out of your sex. The biting
instantly stops. You grab your ass and feel it. There is no pain at all, not
even soreness. All that is left of the bites is your memory that it happened.

“Such an excellent body,” Lady Morley says. “You are highly receptive.”

She wipes her soaked hand with a napkin before picking up her glass of
wine. Free of her gaze, you feel a second wave of exhaustion sweep over
you. It is like you have run a thousand miles. Your body aches. The breast
that Lady Morley has been squeezing feels like it has been crushed in a
vice.

“I have decided to grant you a favor, little treat,” Lady Morley says. “I shall
grant you six licks.”

She places her hand on her slick pussy lips. You have been staring into her
eyes for so long that you forgot that she had lifted her skirt to expose
herself. Her fingers run up and down her smooth lips.

“The question is,” Lady Morley says, “do you want to have six licks of my
sex, or would you rather that I lick your own needy pussy?”
Your mouth waters and your pussy clenches. This is a favor indeed, but
which of these two rewards do you want?
Who shall receive the six licks?

I want to lick Lady Morley.

I want Lady Morley to lick me.

I want to lick Lady Morley.

“Please, let me lick you,” you say.

Lady Morley’s lips barely move into a smile. “You may.”

She slides forward on the seat until her ass is barely on the seat. Somehow
when she does it, it looks graceful and not lewd at all. Her legs are wide and
her sex is close for the licking.

You lick your lips and glance back up at her. Her dark eyes are staring back
at you. You feel transfixed and frozen in place.

Lady Morley nods her assent.

You lean forward with your eyes still locked onto hers. Your lips press
against her pussy and a shudder runs through your body. Her pussy lips are
cold. No matter, you will soon warm them up.

Your tongue moves against the lips of her pussy. Slowly, ever so slowly,
you give her lips a single lick. Strange flavors run across your tongue. It is a
mixture of sharp spices and sweet fruits.

“One,” Lady Morley calls out. There is a faint tremble in her cleavage.

You go deeper. Your tongue parts her lips and you take your first lick inside
her. Cold juices spill onto your lips. The strange flavors grow stronger.

A tremor runs down your spine and to your sex. Your pussy, still on the
verge of coming from your futile stroking, clenches hard. It feels like you
are about to finally come but the feeling soon fades.

“Two,” Lady Morley says.

You snuggle at Lady Morley’s pussy. Your mouth wants to devour her but
you force your tongue to go slow. You take a long loving lick of the juices
inside her.

Lady Morley puts her hand on your head. She takes care not to break eye
contact with you. Her hand squeezes the back of your head as she pulls you
tighter against her sex.

Another tremor runs through you. Your pussy clenches tightly around
something that isn’t there.

“Three,” Lady Morley says. Her voice is husky.

You groan into her pussy. Forgetting yourself, your tongue flicks inside her.
The quiver of her pussy against your face is sexy but you are mentally
kicking yourself for using one of your licks so quickly.

“Four,” Lady Morley says.

This time you are more careful. Sealing your lips against her pussy, you
move your tongue as slowly as possible. You dive deep into her cold pussy,
relishing the quivers of her sex as it trembles against your face.

Your sex begins to spasm. You are not sure what is happening. As you
complete your long lick, you suddenly climax.

“Ah!” you cry out. Your hands go to your sensitive pussy but nothing is
there. How is that possible?

“Two more, little treat,” Lady Morley says.

Of course. Your afterglow spreading through your body, you try to focus on
Lady Morley. You try another slow lick but your pussy begins to clench
again and you can’t control yourself. You finish your lick with a gasp.

“Five,” Lady Morley says and her hips move. She is grinding against your
face. Her eyes stare at you intently.
Should you keep licking or just let her grind against your face? You are not
sure.

Lady Morley hisses. Her lips pull back to reveal sharp teeth. An urge to lick
comes over you.

Your tongue dives deep once more into Lady Morley. The cold of her pussy
is unsettling but you don’t care. As she grinds against your mouth, you keep
your tongue as rigid as possible so she may ride it.

A few seconds pass. Lady Morley keeps grinding against your face. The
two of you stare at each other as you struggle to keep your tongue out.

“Six,” Lady Morley groans and then she shakes slightly. Her pussy is
suddenly warm against your mouth. Juices flow into your mouth and you
choke.

You pull back and she moves her hand away. You rub your lips. They are
tingling from pressing so hard.

Lady Morley returns her dress back down over her legs. She stands up in a
graceful motion. Turning around, she breaks her eye-contact with you.
“Come,” she says as she walks towards one of the many doors.

You rise to your feet on unsteady legs. Your head feels funny like you have
been drinking. It is hard to focus but the sight of Lady Morley walking
away prompts you to follow. Should you grab your robe? No, there is no
time.

Lady Morley walks into a hallway and you follow behind her. This hall is
well lit with oil lanterns hanging from the ceiling. Concrete walls are
unpainted and are broken up with metal doors.

The floor is a metal grate that is hard on your bare feet. It is a wonder that
Lady Morley can walk on these grates in her heels but she appears to have
no trouble.
She turns a corner and the hall abruptly changes. Now there is a smooth
wooden floor. Electric lights adorn the walls. A floral yellow wallpaper
covers the walls and smells like it was freshly put up.

There is a woman standing up against one of the walls. She has short white
hair and is holding a plate in the palms of each hand. Her arm trembles as if
she has been holding them for a long time.

Lady Morley stops in front of the woman, and you do as well. The Lady is
silent as she looks upon the woman. The woman looks at her and doesn’t
say anything. Do they know each other? You certainly aren’t going to ask.

The silence gives you a chance to study the woman. She has a tight blouse
on that is shaped like a maid’s dress except that it stops just short of her
bare ass and hairy pussy. The blouse is pushing her breasts so high that they
are threatening to spill out at any moment. Black stockings cover her legs
while impossibly high heels are on her feet. Her clothes are like a parody of
what a maid would wear.

“This is Chloe,” Lady Morley says. “She is one of the maids that works
here. Last night, she dropped one of my paddles. This is her punishment for
being careless.”

“I was holding it in my teeth,” Chloe says, her voice defiant. “And then you
bit me!”

“Yes, that is what happened,” Lady Morley says. “And you failed. I told
Chloe that she must hold these plates up for an entire day. If she drops
them, I will send her to one of the less pleasant residents here to serve. She
doesn’t want that, does she?”

Chloe almost says something but she bites her lip. She shakes her head
instead.

“Just because her time is nearly up is no reason to make it easy for her,”
Lady Morley says. “Little treat, let’s see how obedient you are. Torment
Chloe here and make her last few minutes memorable.”
Torment? What does she mean by that? Does she expect you to hurt her?
Maybe. You have a feeling that she wouldn’t want you to do anything that
directly causes Chloe to drop the plates, but she does want you to make it
difficult.

Several courses of action flash through your mind. You could be nice, and
kiss, fondle and even stroke Chloe. That would make it difficult for her.
Pleasure can be a torment if it is a distraction.

The more obvious course of pain has its appeal. After what you have
experienced tonight, it might be fun to give a little back. The top of Chloe’s
breasts would be fun to bite or maybe do something worse.

“Now, little treat,” Lady Morley says. “I don’t want to waste too much time
on this one.”

Right, you need to act now.

How will you torment Chloe?

With pleasure.

With pain.
I want Lady Morley to lick me.

“Please, lick me,” you say.

Lady Morley’s lips barely move into a smile. “I shall. Get on the table.” She
pats the spot in front of her.

You stand up beside Lady Morley and sit on the table. The hard stone is
cold against your ass but remarkably smooth. You scoot back on the table
and get in position in front of her. She gives you a gentle push and you lean
back on the table. Your legs hang off the table to either side of the sitting
woman.

Lady Morley leans close to your sex. The silk touch of her long black hair
grazes your legs. She places her hands on each of your thighs. The sharp
points of her nails dig in and your pussy clenches in response.

“It will be up to you to count, little treat,” she says.

“Yes,” you reply.

Lady Morley presses her lips to your pussy. They are quite cold. A shiver
goes through you but you think it has little to do with the chill of her lips.

The tip of her tongue pushes against your pussy lips. It pushes, pushes and
keeps pushing until it enters your sex. To your delight, her tongue keeps
extending to an extraordinary length inside you. Good grief, who knew that
a tongue could that long?

The long tongue does a slow lick of your juices and then it leaves your sex.
Your pussy clenches as it licks and it clenches more after it leaves. Your
climax, already terribly close, feels even closer now. You groan and
shudder.

“Count, little treat,” Lady Morley says.

Oh! You forgot. “One,” you say.

Lady Morley groans and leans harder against your sex. Her mouth opens
and you feel the prick of her teeth against your sensitive lips. The long
tongue extends and does a slow swirl of your pussy. It pulls back but
doesn’t leave your sex.

“Two,” you gasp. Your hands are curled into fists. You fight to keep your
thighs from closing around Lady Morley’s head.

Lady Morley sucks the lips of your pussy into her mouth. The points of her
teeth barely miss nicking your flesh. Her tongue pushes deep inside you,
much deeper than before and does a slow lick of your flowing juices.

That’s it. You are going to come. You are sure of it. Your climax is on the
edge and about to push through.

“Three,” you whisper.

She chuckles into your sex and it is a strange sensation. Her long tongue
pushes deep inside you and licks your pussy with nimble skill.

You come. The dam finally bursts and you climax on Lady Morley’s mouth.
Your pussy clenches wildly as pleasure racks your body.

“Fo-o-o-UR!” you cry out.

Lady More keeps licking. Your pussy is sensitive from coming but you
want more. Her tongue lashes from side to side in side you. The speed of
her tongue is amazing. It feels like a hundred licks in a few seconds but
perhaps to Lady Morley she only counts it as a single lick.

“Five!” you cry out. You are going to come again.

Lady Morley bites down. She bites down on your tender pussy lips and her
sharp teeth pierce like needles. You scream out in pain but you also feel her
tongue give your tapped nether lips a single lick.
You come again. The pain transforms into pleasure and you scream your
climax. The orgasm explodes inside your sex and almost cancels the pain of
the biting.

Almost.

Lady Morley lets go of your pussy. She brings her head up and you feel her
hair sweep past your thighs as she leaves.

You shudder on the table. Your hands clamp over your pussy. The pain is
gone but the pleasure remains. Did she really bite you or was that just more
sensation manipulation?

“Six,” you say quickly. You had nearly forgotten.

“Look at me,” Lady Morley says.

You prop yourself on your elbows and partially sit up. Lady Morley is
between your legs, looking at you with her deep intense eyes. Another
aftershock of your orgasm sweeps through your body.

Lady Morley stands up in a graceful motion. Turning around, she breaks her
eye-contact with you. “Come,” she says as she walks towards one of the
many doors.

You sit up on the edge of the table. Your head feels funny like you have
been drinking. It is hard to focus but the sight of Lady Morley walking
away prompts you to hurry. You climb off the table and stand up.

Should you grab your robe? No, there is no time.

Lady Morley walks into a hallway and you follow behind her. This hall is
well lit with oil lanterns hanging from the ceiling. Concrete walls are
unpainted and are broken up with metal doors.
The floor is a metal grate that is hard on your bare feet. It is a wonder that
Lady Morley can walk on these grates in her heels but she appears to have
no trouble.

She turns a corner and the hall abruptly changes. Now there is a smooth
wooden floor. Electric lights adorn the walls. A floral yellow wallpaper
covers the walls and smells like it was freshly put up.

There is a woman standing up against one of the walls. She has short white
hair and is holding a plate in the palms of each hand. Her arm trembles as if
she has been holding them for a long time.

Lady Morley stops in front of the woman, and you do as well. The Lady is
silent as she looks upon the woman. The woman looks at her and doesn’t
say anything. Do they know each other? You certainly aren’t going to ask.

The silence gives you a chance to study the woman. She has a tight blouse
on that is shaped like a maid’s dress except that it stops just short of her
bare ass and hairy pussy. The blouse is pushing her breasts so high that they
are threatening to spill out at any moment. Black stockings cover her legs
while impossibly high heels are on her feet. Her clothes are like a parody of
what a maid would wear.

“This is Chloe,” Lady Morley says. “She is one of the maids that works
here. Last night, she dropped one of my paddles. This is her punishment for
being careless.”

“I was holding it in my teeth,” Chloe says, her voice defiant. “And then you
bit me!”

“Yes, that is what happened,” Lady Morley says. “And you failed. I told
Chloe that she must hold these plates up for an entire day. If she drops
them, I will send her to one of the less pleasant residents here to serve. She
doesn’t want that, does she?”

Chloe almost says something but she bites her lip. She shakes her head
instead.
“Just because her time is nearly up is no reason to make it easy for her,”
Lady Morley says. “Little treat, let’s see how creative you are. Torment
Chloe here and make her last few minutes memorable.”

Torment? What does she mean by that? Does she expect you to hurt her?
Maybe. You have a feeling that she wouldn’t want you to do anything that
directly causes Chloe to drop the plates, but she does want you to make it
difficult.

Several courses of action flash through your mind. You could be nice, and
kiss, fondle and even stroke Chloe. That would make it difficult for her.
Pleasure can be a torment if it is a distraction.

The more obvious course of pain has its appeal. After what you have
experienced tonight, it might be fun to give a little back. The top of Chloe’s
breasts would be fun to bite or maybe do something worse.

“Now, little treat,” Lady Morley says. “I don’t want to waste too much time
on this one.”

Right, you need to act now.

How will you torment Chloe?

With pleasure.

With pain.
With pleasure.

If the choice is yours then you prefer to indulge yourself. Chloe looks cute
in her maid’s uniform and you want take advantage of her.

She doesn’t know that. Chloe looks at you with fearful eyes as you come
closer. Her lips tighten as she braces herself for the worse.

You lean in close to her neck. She lets out a small cry. Wow, she must be
sensitive about her neck. Good, she won’t expect what comes next.

Your lips kiss the spot where her neck meets her shoulders. You flick your
tongue over her skin.

Chloe trembles beneath your kiss. She is truly afraid and your kiss did
nothing to sooth her.

That works for you. Lady Morley did tell you to torment her. You kiss
another spot on her neck and then another. You trace a trail of kisses up to
her ear. Your tongue briefly flicks inside her ear.

“Ohhh,” the maid moans. That is more like it.

“Watch the plates, Chloe,” Lady Morley warns.

Chloe lifts the plates higher. Your kisses nearly made her forget about them.
This was the right course of action.

You kiss back down her neck. This time Chloe is much more relaxed. She
moans as your lips suck gently on her skin.

Down, down, down you go until you reach the top of her maid’s outfit. You
skip cloth and go straight to her breasts. Her soft flesh quivers as you kiss
your way towards the divide of her cleavage.

“Very good, little treat,” Lady Morley says.

A flush of pride runs through you. Lady Morley approves! The pride goes
straight to your sex and you feel a new surge of dampness there.

You keep kissing what is exposed of Chloe’s breasts but it is not enough.
You reach into her flimsy dress and pull a breast free of her blouse. Her
nipple is a dark shade of pink and already hard. You suck her nipple into
your mouth flick her with your tongue.

“Ohhhh, Lady!” Chloe moans. Her knees bend. The plates drop down but
she quickly holds them back up.

“Yes,” Lady Morley says. She is standing right beside you. Her hand is on
your ass. The touch of her fingers sends your pussy into a fresh round of
clenching.

“It’s too much,” Chloe moans.

“I don’t care,” lady Morley says. “You have your orders and so does my
little treat.”

You pull out Chloe’s other breast. It is plump and heavy in your hands. You
suck on her other nipple and bite down gently.

“Shit!” Chloe cries. You keep biting and flick her trapped nipple with your
tongue.

Lady Morley reaches between your legs. Cold fingers press against your
wet sex. With small gentle motions, she rubs your soaked pussy.

You moan into Chloe’s breast. You let go of her nipple and start kissing the
swelling curves of her breast. You nuzzle your face into her abundant chest.

Lady Morley strokes you faster. Your hips grind against her hand.

“Only a few more minutes,” Lady Morley says. Is she encouraging Chloe or
warning you?
You reach between Chloe’s thighs. She gasps as your fingers push into her
furry pubic bush, part her pussy lips and sink into her sex.

“Oh shit!” Chloe cries.

You stroke Chloe and Lady Morley strokes you. Your fingers plunge in and
out of the maid as Lady Morley’s fingers rub and grind against your
drenched sex. The sound of pussy stroking fills the hallway.

Chloe whimpers. Her arms shake. Both of her breasts jiggle as she writhes
under your touch.

You stroke her harder. Your hips swivel as you grind against Lady Morley’s
hand. Your climax comes closer and closer.

CRASH! The plates drop. Chloe grabs your wrist with both hands as she
humps your fingers. One stroke, two, strokes and a third and you feel her
climax around your fingers.

Lady Morley pulls her hand away from your sex. You feel your orgasm
slipping away. Fuck, you were close.

“Enough of that,” Lady Morley says. Chloe pulls your hand from her sex.
Your fingers are soaking wet. You dry them off on Chloe’s uniform. She
doesn’t object.

“It is not fair,” Chloe says. She doesn’t bother to stuff her breasts inside her
blouse.

“This house never is,” Lady Morley says. “Report to the butler and tell her
that I am assigning you to the Mask-Maker.”

“No!” Chloe snaps but then she covers her mouth. Her shoulders slump
with resignation and she pulls her hands down. “Yes, ma’am,” she says.
Chloe walks away and down the hall. Lady Morley starts walking in the
opposite direction. You glance at the plates still on the ground and shrug. If
no one is going to clean them up, that is not your problem.

Lady Morley turns a corner and there is a spiral staircase leading up. The
steps are made of wood and look to be almost rotten. A candle drips wax
from a wall mount.

She goes up the stairs and you follow. The steps are uneven and you nearly
fall several times. The railing has splinters and after your second poke by
sharp wood, you stop using it.

Lady Morley has no troubles at all. She almost glides up the steps. You are
not surprised.

At the top of the stairs is another hall. This one has red walls and a freshly
polished wooden floor. The lamps here are electric and fill the area with
light.

Lady Morley goes down the hall and stops at a door. It has her name on a
plate. She turns the knob one way, then the other and then back again. There
is a clicking sound and the door opens.

“Come,” she says and she walks in.

You follow her into a lavish bedroom. Black is the dominant color here,
from the walls, to the carpet, to the dressers and to the sheets on the four-
poster bed. Here and there are silver accents but they only heightened the
overall dark feeling of the room.

Lady Morley closes the door. A shiver of fear runs down your back. There
is something about this room that feels off. Is it the thick black curtains that
cover the windows? Is it the fireplace that looks like it has never been lit?
Or maybe it is the mirror that has all the glass removed?

“Now little treat, it is time I taste you,” Lady Morley says.

The elegant gown that Lady Morley is wearing falls off her body as if the
fabric had been suddenly cut. She stands naked before you, her beautiful
pale body as perfect as a marble statue. Her long black hair flows and
moves even though there is no breeze in the room.

Lady Morley takes a step towards you. Her eyes flash with a red light. The
nails on her fingers lengthen dramatically. She smiles, truly smiles for the
first time, and you see that her incisors are pointed and unnaturally long.

You gasp with panic and Lady Morley laughs. It is a cruel sound that makes
your soul despair. What is she? She is not human, you know that. There is
something distinctly unnatural about her and every instinct tells you to run.

“Yes, little treat, you are right to be afraid,” Lady Morley says.

You blink and she is standing before you. How did she get there so fast?
Her arm shoots out quicker than your eye can follow and she has you by the
breast again. Heat and cold washes over your body as her fingers sink into
you.

“Relax,” the thing called Lady Morley says. “Let me into your mind and it
will be the greatest pleasure of your life.”

She can fill her promise, you know it. You know her power. She can make
your body feel like it never has before. All you have to do is relax.

Wait, maybe that is how you can fight this. If she needs you to relax, then
maybe all you have to do is resist. It is your submission she wants and what
if you don’t give it?

Lady Morley stares into your eyes. You can already feel your fear slipping
away. It is now or never.
What do you do with the terrible Lady Morley?

I give into Lady Morley.

I fight Lady Morley with everything I have.

With pain.

If the choice is yours then you prefer to hurt her. Chloe looks helpless
holding those plates and you want take advantage of her

Chloe looks at you with fearful eyes as you come closer. You smile at her
fear. Her lips tighten as she braces herself for the worse.

You start with her breasts. The maid’s uniform nearly pushes them out of
her blouse which makes them easy to grab. You run your fingers over her
soft skin. It is warm to the touch.

“Please,” Chloe whispers. It so quiet that only you can hear her.

You answer her by pinching the top of her breast. Your fingers pull at her
plentiful flesh and your wrist turns. The trapped part of her breasts twists
and turns an angry pink.

“Ouch!” Chloe cries.

You grab the exposed skin of her other breast. Looking her in the eyes, you
pinch both of Chloe’s breasts and give them a twist.

“Shit, shit, shit!” Chloe cries.

“Watch the plates, Chloe,” Lady Morley warns.

The plates are shaking. Chloe manages to calm herself and plates become
still. Pain nearly made her drop them. This was the right course of action.

You can do more. You let go of her breasts and Chloe sighs with relief. It
doesn’t last long. You reach into her uniform and pull out both of her
breasts. The plates wobble as Chloe struggles to maintain her balance.

Now you have access to Chloe’s nipples. They are hard and a dark shade of
pink. You take a hold of both nipples and roll them between your fingers.
Chloe groans.

“You like that?” you ask.

Chloe stares at you but doesn’t answer.

That is fine. You give both a hard pinch and pull. You keep pulling and take
a step back. Chloe grits her teeth and stays in her spot as her breasts stretch
out in front of her.
“Shit!” Chloe snaps. “If she pulls too hard, it is not my fault if the plates
drop!”

“Oh, but it is,” Lady Morley says.

You laugh. The Lady has your back. Still, it does seem like cheating if you
do pull her off balance. You take a step back towards her and let go of her
nipples. The breasts flop back down and Chloe relaxes.

Before Chloe has a chance to recover, you dip your head down and nuzzle
her abundant breasts. They are warm to the touch and hot against your face.
You take a moment to enjoy snuggling against them before opening your
mouth wide. Her nipples go into your mouth and then you bite down.

“Fuck!” Chloe yells. She makes hissing sounds through gritted teeth as you
grind your teeth around her nipple.

The feeling of her soft and bountiful breasts turn you on. You reach around
with her nipple still in your mouth and you grab her ass. Your fingers sink
into the plump bottom you find there. Slowly, you drag your fingernails
across her round ass.

“Ow, ow, ow!” Chloe moans.

“You are doing well, little treat,” Lady Morley says.

A feeling of pride fills you and your pussy clenches. Something presses
against your sex from behind. It is Lady Morley’s fingers. They are cold but
very welcome as they push inside your wet sex.

You moan into Chloe’s breast as Lady Morley finger fucks you. The cold
fingers stroke you with nimble grace. It is a steady perfect rhythm that
makes you weak in the knees.

Chloe groans as you bite down hard. Your fingers keep digging into her ass.
You almost forget about tormenting her as right now you are just holding
onto her for support.

You release her nipple from your mouth. The nipple is an angry shade of
pink from your abuse. You turn your head to her other breast and with the
fury of passion, bite down as hard as you can.

“Fuck!” Chloe yells. Her tit jiggles against your face as she squirms.

Lady Morley strokes you faster. You grind back on her hand. You feel your
orgasm coming closer, closer, closer. . .

CRASH! The plates drop. Chloe grabs your head and pushes hard. She
pries your mouth from her breast and you reluctantly let go.

Lady Morley pulls her hand away from your sex. You feel your orgasm
slipping away. Fuck, you were close.

“Let her go,” Lady Morley says in her commanding voice. You instantly let
go of Chloe’s ass but Chloe also releases your head. You are not sure whom
Lady Morley meant but you are both obeying.

“It is not fair,” Chloe says. She doesn’t bother to stuff her breasts inside her
blouse. Bright bite marks almost glow on her pale breast and hard nipple.

“This house never is,” Lady Morley says. “Report to the butler and tell her
that I am assigning you to the Clown for the rest of the week.”
“No!” Chloe snaps but then she covers her mouth. Her shoulders slump
with resignation and she pulls her hands down. “Yes, ma’am,” she says.

Chloe walks away and down the hall. Lady Morley starts walking in the
opposite direction. You glance at the plates still on the ground and shrug. If
no one is going to clean them up, that is not your problem.

Lady Morley turns a corner and there is a spiral staircase leading up. The
steps are made of wood and look to be almost rotten. A candle drips wax
from a wall mount.

She goes up the stairs and you follow. The steps are uneven and you nearly
fall several times. The railing has splinters and after your second poke by
sharp wood, you stop using it.

Lady Morley has no troubles at all. She almost glides up the steps. You are
not surprised.

At the top of the stairs is another hall. This one has red walls and a freshly
polished wooden floor. The lamps here are electric and fill the area with
light.

Lady Morley goes down the hall and stops at a door. It has her name on a
plate. She turns the knob one way, then the other and then back again. There
is a clicking sound and the door opens.

“Come,” she says and she walks in.

You follow her into a lavish bedroom. Black is the dominant color here,
from the walls, to the carpet, to the dressers and to the sheets on the four-
poster bed. Here and there are silver accents, like the dresser knobs, but
they only heighten the overall dark feeling of the room.

Lady Morley closes the door. A shiver of fear runs down your back. There
is something about this room that feels off. Is it the thick black curtains that
cover the windows? Is it the fireplace that looks like it has never been lit?
Or maybe it is the mirror that has all of the glass removed?
“Now little treat, it is time I taste you,” Lady Morley says.

The elegant gown that Lady Morley is wearing falls off her body as if the
fabric had been suddenly cut. She stands naked before you, her beautiful
pale body as perfect as a marble statue. Her long black hair flows and
moves even though there is no breeze in the room.

Lady Morley takes a step towards you. Her eyes flash with a red light. The
nails on her fingers lengthen dramatically. She smiles, truly smiles for the
first time, and you see that her incisors are pointed and unnaturally long.

You gasp with panic and Lady Morley laughs. It is a cruel sound that makes
your soul despair. What is she? She is not human, you know that. There is
something distinctly unnatural about her and every instinct tells you to run.

“Yes, little treat, you are right to be afraid,” Lady Morley says.

You blink and she is standing before you. How did she get there so fast?
Her arm shoots out quicker than your eye can follow and she has you by the
breast again. Heat and cold washes over your body as her fingers sink into
you.

“Relax,” the thing called Lady Morley says. “Let me into your mind and it
will be the greatest pleasure of your life.”

She can fill her promise, you know it. You know her power. She can make
your body feel like it never has before. All you have to do is relax.

Wait, maybe that is how you can fight this. If she needs you to relax, then
maybe all you have to do is resist. It is your submission she wants and what
if you don’t give it?

Lady Morley stares into your eyes. You can already feel your fear slipping
away. It is now or never.
What do you do with the terrible Lady Morley?

I give into Lady Morley.

I fight Lady Morley with everything I have.

I give into Lady Morley.

This is strange and this is frightening, but you know how much pleasure
Lady Morley has given you already. It is really no choice at all. You want
more and you know that she, or whatever Lady Morley is, can give it to
you.

You look deep into her eyes. The fear fades away to leave only dangling
doubts. Tension flees your body. You lean into her hand grabbing your
breast as you treasure her touch.

Lady Morley’s eyes turn a deeper shade of red. She pulls you to her. You
step forward and she lets go of your breast. Her hand snakes around your
back and grabs your ass. Your breasts press against the cold mounds of her
breasts. Your heart beats against her still chest and you notice the lack of a
heart on her side.

Fear starts to rise back up within you but Lady Morley squeezes your ass. A
dozen lips kiss down on your back. A hundred mouths suck gently on your
breasts. A thousand tongues lick the folds of your pussy.

You gasp as you keep staring into Lady Morley’s eyes. The tongues are
licking hard against your sex. They want to be inside you. Your hips roll
and grind against Lady Morley’s cold pelvis but the tongues won’t enter
you. They are content to just tease you endlessly.

“Good,” Lady Morley says. “Go deeper.”

The Lady’s eyes turn into swirling red pools of something thick and
beautiful. You moan happily as the tongues get bolder. One tongue licks the
inside of your pussy, and then a second and then a third. Too many tongues
to count invade your sex and lick you thoroughly.

You shudder. Deep down, you know that the tongues are not real. Lady
Morley’s hand on your ass; that is real. The sharp nails digging into your
buttock is stimulating your senses and that is real. The strange cold touch of
her skin is real and that scares you most of all.

Something touches your cheek. It is a strand of lady Morley’s hair. It is

floating beside your face and caressing it. Another strand floats upwards
and strokes your other cheek. More of her hair begins to float and dances in
the air like snakes.

Fear begins to rise in you again. This is unnatural. This is wrong.

Lady Morley squeezes your ass. The tongues on your pussy lick faster. The
red swirls of her eyes grow larger. The fear slips away as you grind against
your mistress.
“Come, little treat,” Lady Morley says and she pushes you towards the bed.
You are still locked in her embrace and you walk backwards in sync as if
you were dancing. Back you go until you hit the bed and then you are
falling back onto the mattress.

The sheets are soft beneath you. The mattress molds to your body like
foam. You sink and feel weightless as you settle into it.

Lady Morley doesn’t fall with you. She dips down between your legs. Her
hair touches your thighs and moves against your skin. Fingers grip your
thighs and sharp nails pin you to the bed. You feel the brush of her cold lips
against your sex.

There is no breath from her lips. You are not surprised.

The thing that is Lady Morley kisses your pussy. She nuzzles against your
sex as she opens you with her tongue. The tongue extends deep inside you,
deeper than any human woman’s tongue.

You groan. Pleasure cascades through your body. Your hips roll on the
incredibly soft bed as you experience her talented tongue.

Lady Morley hisses into your pussy and then suddenly bites. Sharp pain
stabs into your sex. You cry out but your body refuses to move. It is pinned
down by forces you cannot see if they are even truly there.

The pain is intense. It is beyond anything you have ever known. It is far
more than what you thought was even possible.

Other sensations fill your body. Your breasts tingle with pleasure.
Something fills your sex and strokes you. Bliss radiates from your ass and
your mind floats in an euphoric haze.

The pain of Lady Morley’s teeth on your sex is still there but it is only a
single piece of the puzzle of sensations you are experiencing. Your pussy is
also being stroked; by fingers or cock, you are not certain. Something warm
and pleasant is cuddling your breasts. You feel that you are floating on
water and sometimes on a cloud. As bad as the teeth hurt, there is much
more to distract yourself with.

“Just a little more,” Lady Morley says.

Wait, how did you hear her with her mouth biting down on your sex?

“I am in your mind, little treat,” she answers.

Of course. You don’t hear her with your ears, it is all in your mind. This
doesn’t bother you at all.

And why should it? You feel your orgasm coming closer. The sharp bite of
her teeth reaches new levels of intensity. Tears flow from your eyes as you
are overwhelmed with pleasure and pain.

Memories surge up through your consciousness. You remember your

hardest fuck. You remember your best groping session. You remember your
longest kiss. You remember your loudest climax.

The pleasure surges in your sex. You feel that you are being licked, fingered
and fucked at the same time. There are too many sensations to process.
Your sex experiences all of them in rapid succession.
Meanwhile, the pain in your pussy changes. It spreads through your legs
and hips. You feel the hurt reach up into your chest and onto your breasts.
The sharp teeth are activating a network of agony that runs through your
entire body.

You are close to dying.

You are close to coming.

Both are the same. Both are connected.

“Oh yes!” Lady Morley cries in your mind. She climaxes. Her body shakes
against yours.

You come as well. You scream as the hardest orgasm of your life explodes
through your body and mind. You scream as the last of your blood pumps
into Lady Morley’s biting mouth.

The consuming end.

I fight Lady Morley with everything I have.

“No,” you tell her. You grab her hand and pull it from your breast. The hot
and cold sensations vanish.

“You dare to defy me?” Lady Morley asks. “Stay right where you are, little
treat!”

She looks deep into your eyes. You feel your legs lock into place. Your
heart is pounding with fear but your body refuses to move. She has you.

It is her eyes. It has always been her eyes. When you were kneeling before
her back in the dining room, it was her eyes that held you in place. All you
have to do is look away.

You tear your eyes away from Lady Morley. It is a monumental task. Your
eyes strain and your heart pounds loudly in your ears. It feels unbearable
but slowly you manage to turn your gaze towards the door.

“Impossible,” Lady Morley gasps.

You did it! Your body can move again! Now that you know that her eyes
are what controls you, you won’t get caught by them again!

You rush towards the door. You run right past Lady Morley.

“Stop!” she commands.

You freeze in place. Wait, how? You are looking at the door.

Lady Morley is behind you. Her cold breasts press against your back. She
kisses the side of your neck. You feel her hairless sex pressing against your
butt. She glides her hand around you and cups one of your breasts.

You try to move but you are once more locked into place. Even your mouth
is frozen. You try to speak but your tongue is still.
“How?” Lady Morley says. “The eyes are the windows to the soul which is
easier, I will grant you, but you gave me the keys to your mind long ago.
Remember?”

You think back. When did that happen? You don’t remember that at all.

A memory flashes in your mind. You are back in the dining room. Lord
Brisbane had left. Lady Morley was looking at you. You were wet and eager
to please her.

“You are pleasing,” Lady Morley said. “Now, take off your robe and offer
yourself to me of your own free will.”
And you did.

“That was the moment you gave yourself to me,” Lady Morley says. How
does she know what you are thinking?

“And that was the moment that it was too late,” Lady Morley continues.

Dual sharp pain stabs your shoulder. It is Lady Morley. She is biting down
on you. Her fangs are sinking deep into your flesh.

Lady Morley squeezes your breast. Pleasure radiates from her hand. Your
breast feels like it is being kissed. It changes and now it feels like it is being
massaged by loving hands. The sensation changes once more and now it
feels like it is being adored by a loving mouth.

You moan. It feels nice. Your shoulder hurts but the pleasant sensations in
your breast are equally intense.

Lady Morley groans. She bites down harder as her hand squeezes tighter.

The pleasure in your breast spreads. Warm water covers your chest. Gentle
hands caress both breasts. Your nipples are being licked.
Something touches your face. It is Lady Morley’s hair. It wraps around your
head. The soft hair presses against your face like tentacles.

This is wrong. This is unnatural. You should leave but you don’t want to.

Lady Morley purrs. Her lips vibrate against your shoulder. The pain is
sharper.

Fingernails dig into your breast and new sensations sweep over you. Your
thighs are being groped. There is a tongue at your asshole. Gasping lips are
kissing your sex.

Your body begins to move again. Back and forth, your hips undulate against
the new sensations. You grind your ass against Lady Morley’s cold pussy
and feel her juices smear across your bottom.

“So close,” Lady Morley says. Wait, her mouth is on your shoulder. How
did you hear her?

“I’m in your mind, little treat,” Lady Morley answers.

You groan.

Memories surge up through your consciousness. You remember your best

oral sex. You remember your best fuck. You remember your best kiss. You
remember your loudest climax.

The pleasure surges in your sex. You feel that you are being licked, fingered
and fucked at the same time. There are too many sensations to process.
Your sex experiences all of them in rapid succession.

Meanwhile, the pain in your shoulder changes. It spreads through your

chest and arms. You feel the hurt reach down to your legs and into your
toes. The sharp teeth are activating a network of agony that runs through
your entire body.

You are close to dying.

You are close to coming.

Both are the same. Both are connected.

“Oh yes!” Lady Morley cries in your mind. She climaxes. Her body shakes
against yours.

You come as well. You scream as the hardest orgasm of your life explodes
through your body and mind. You scream as the last of your blood pumps
into Lady Morley’s biting mouth.

The consuming end.

My head towards Lord Brisbane, my feet towards Lady Morley.

Unsure what to do, you lay down with your head pointing towards Lord
Brisbane. Your legs fall off the side of the table towards Lady Morley. If
they are not pleased, you have no doubt that they will be quick to tell you.

Cold hands touch your legs. Lady Morley grips your thighs and pulls you
towards her. Your body slides along the table until your sex is near the
table’s edge. She leans forward and the silk touch of her hair grazes both of
your thighs. Cold breasts brush against your skin.

Wait, bare breasts? You partially rise to get a look at Lady Morley. Her
gown is gone. She is naked between your legs. When did she take off her
clothes? You only looked away from her for a second!

Behind you, you hear Lord Brisbane pull down the zipper of his pants. You
try to twist your head to see him but he is directly behind you. The sound of
his pants falling is followed by the sound of something large being stroked.

Lady Morley’s lips touch your sex. A tremor runs through your body. The
lips are so cold. She grazes the lips of your pussy with her own. There is a
slight nudge from the point of her nose. Back and forth her lips move,
content for now to tease your sensitive sex.

Lord Brisbane grabs your breasts with both hands. His fingers sink into
your flesh with lusty greed. Powerful fingers knead and pull on your
breasts. The palms of his hands grind against your hard nipples.

You groan. This is nice. It would be better if Lady Morley actually licked
your sex but you know better than to rush her. The Lady will take you in her
own time.

Lady Morley kisses your thigh. The lips are still cold and a shiver runs
through you. There is another kiss and then another as she works her way
down to your knee. Each kiss is a promise of pleasure to come.
Lord Brisbane suddenly bends down over you. His shirt is gone and his
hairy chest hovers above your face. Wow, he has a lot of chest hair. It is
almost a pelt.

He bends his head down to one of your nipples. He opens wide and takes a
large amount of your breast into his mouth. Sharp teeth press against your
breast while his tongue rolls over your hard nipple.

You groan into his chest. The smell of him is strong. It is a masculine smell
that makes your head swim. You catch yourself sniffing him like an animal.

Lady Morley kisses her way down to your knee and moves to your other
leg. Her kisses are getting longer. She opens her mouth and sucks gently on
your leg. The sharp points of her teeth press against your skin.

She is kissing her way up your leg. Your hips grind as she gets closer and
closer. She sucks harder on your skin and her teeth begin to bite. Bite by
kiss, and kiss by bite, she gets closer to your sex.

Lord Brisbane releases your breast from his mouth. It is covered in spit. He
growls as he greedily takes your other breasts between his lips. The growls
continue and the vibrations feel good around your tit.

His hairy chest presses down against your face. Caught up in desire, you
open your mouth and kiss his chest. He has a salty taste that makes you
groan. You kiss his chest against and catch yourself licking his skin.

Lady Morley kisses your sex. You gasp into Lord Brisbane’s chest. There is
a slight flicker of her tongue on the lips of your pussy. Shudders run
through your body and then she slides a cold finger inside you.

“Fuck!” you cry out. It is only a finger but your sex is so sensitive from
what you have been through. The finger slides deep inside and then pulls
slowly out.

The finger plunges back in. It slides in fast but then slowly pulls out. It
keeps doing this, changing speed from insertion to withdrawal. All the
while, Lady Morley keeps kissing your wet pussy lips.

You groan and writhe. It takes all your self-control to keep still. You don’t
want to find out what happens if you move too much.

Lord Brisbane stands up. Your breasts are tingling from his sucking and
biting. He grabs your shoulders and gives your body a sharp tug. You slide
back on the table and leave Lady Morley’s finger and mouth. Your head
falls off the edge of the table. Upside down, you look at Lord Brisbane’s
large throbbing cock.

“Holy shit,” you moan. He is huge and you have no doubt where he wants
to put it.

“That was rude,” Lady Morley says and her voice is cold with menace.

“Sorry,” Lord Brisbane says and he doesn’t sound it. He grabs your chin
and aims his cock for your mouth. You open your lips just in time as his
member invades your mouth.

The Lord’s cock is huge. It fills your mouth as the tip hits the back of your
throat. He grabs your breasts as he thrusts into your mouth. Hairy balls
smack against your nose as he uses you.

The flavor of him overwhelms you. There is something almost bestial about
him. You growl with his cock in your mouth. Your heart races and you have
an incredible urge to fuck.

You forget yourself and reach between your legs. Cold hands wrap around
your wrist. You freeze into place as Lady Morley holds your hand. When
she kisses your pussy, and slips her finger back inside you, you let out a
sigh of relief.

Lady Morley finger fucks you. She is using two fingers now. You clench
tightly around her cold fingers as her lips continue to kiss your pussy.
Lord Brisbane fucks your face. He is careful and slow but there is no
questioning his dominance over you. His cock slides in and out of your
tight lips and your tongue worships every vein and ridge of his cock as it
slips by.

You writhe on the table. Your neck hurts from your head hanging off the
table but you keep sucking. A wet spot forms on the table under you where
Lady Morley is fingering you. Fucked at both ends, you moan and lose
yourself in the sensations.

Lady Morley moans into your sex. Her tongue flicks at your clitoris. She
thrusts harder inside you as she claims every part of your pussy.

Lord Brisbane holds onto your breasts as he fucks your face. He pinches
your nipples as he uses you. His cock slams faster and faster into you and
your jaws go slack to accommodate him.

You are going to come. You squirm on the table as much as your captors
will allow. Your hips buck and your tongue swirls.

Lady Morley bites down on your sex. Pain lances through your pussy
followed by incredible bliss. The sharpness of her teeth pushes you over the
edge into a powerful climax.

You scream your orgasm with Lord Brisbane’s cock deep in your throat. He
growls and there is a flood of seed in your mouth. The salty taste of his
semen fills your mouth and you struggle to swallow it all.

When he pumps his last load into your mouth, Lord Brisbane pulls out of
your mouth. He is breathing hard and laughing. He wipes his cock on your
face before sitting down.

Lady Morley pulls her fingers out of your soaked sex. She stops biting you
and the stinging pain of her teeth vanishes. As she pulls back, her long
black hair gives your thighs one last caress before leaving altogether.
You lay exhausted on the table. Using what little strength, you have left,
you lift your head and center your body on the table. Still on your back, you
stare up at the flickering candles of the candelabra.

“A moment’s truce?” Lord Brisbane asks. He is not speaking to you.

“Yes,” Lady Morley says. “But only a moment.”

“Woman,” he says and you know that he is talking to you. “Entertain us.”

“How?” you ask.

There is silence and a shudder runs through you. That was the wrong thing
to say. The Lord and Lady expect to be obeyed, not questioned.

“You have your orders,” Lady Morley says.

Relief washes over you. Perhaps they are sated by the sex and feeling
merciful. Whatever the reason, you decide to act rather than risk a
punishment.

But how does one go about entertaining two kinky people who run a house
of deviants? Jokes and stories would be inappropriate. These two demand
more sensual amusements.

You could dance for them. That is what happens in some porn books. You
are already naked but you won’t be stripping but that’s okay. Dancing naked
is always a crowd pleaser.

Then again, they might be too jaded for just dancing. They might need
something more direct. Perhaps you should masturbate for them. The trick
would be to perform for both and not make either feel slighted.
How do you entertain the Lord and Lady?

I will dance for them.

I will masturbate for them.

My head towards Lady Morley, my feet towards Lord Brisbane.

Unsure what to do, you lay down with your head pointing towards Lady
Morley. Your legs fall off the side of the table towards Lord Brisbane. If
they are not pleased, you have no doubt that they will be quick to tell you.

Lady Morley looks down at your face. Her pale bare breasts shine like twin
moons. Wait, bare breasts? She is no longer wearing the gown! When did
she take off her clothes? You only looked away from her for a second!

Before you can ask, she places a finger to your lips to silence you. Her
finger is cold against your lips. You kiss her finger and a corner of her
mouth pulls into a smirk.

Between your legs, you hear Lord Brisbane pull down the zipper of his
pants. You keep your head down and resist the urge to look at him. The
sound of his pants falling is followed by the sound of something large being
stroked.

Lady Morley traces your lip with her fingernail. She circles your lip once
and then pushes her finger into your mouth. You accept her, licking her
finger she slides it between your lips.

The finger is cold. You suck and lick but it stays cold. The sharp nail pokes
at your tongue. Lady Morley chuckles every time that you wince from her
fingernail.

“Look at me,” she whispers.

You do. Her eyes are intense and deep. It is hard to say what color they are.
Sometimes they seem clear but then she moves her head and they seem as
dark as the night.

Rough hands grab your thighs. You moan as they push your legs apart. Lord
Brisbane leans over the side of the table and his face hovers above your sex.
The warm air of his breathing makes you clench.
He presses his nose against your sex. There is a snort and then another. Is he
sniffing you? He is! He must like the smell of your pussy because he is
groaning. Or does it sound more like a growl.

Without warning, he takes a lick of your sex. He has a wide long tongue. It
licks you from the bottom of your pussy lips to the tip.

You groan with Lady Morley’s finger in your mouth. She pulls her finger
from your lips. You suck it dry before it leaves your mouth.

The pale Lady leans over you. One of her perfect pale breasts lowers to
your mouth. The nipple is a dark shade of pink and you open your lips for
it. You suck on it and it is as cold as the rest of her.

She shudders. Her breasts jiggle against your face. she lowers herself
further and her breasts encompass your face.

Lord Brisbane licks faster. His tongue is quite nimble. It pushes down hard
on your pussy lips but not enough to enter you. He is content to lap at the
juices that flow from your sex.

You lift your hips towards him. His tongue moves with your sex, carefully
avoiding penetrating you. Your heels dig into the hard stone of the table in
frustration.

He groans into your sex. The vibrations roll along the lips of your pussy.
The inside of your sex clench in spasms.

Lady Morley stands back up. Your lips hold onto her nipple as long as you
can. She grabs you by the shoulders and pulls you towards her. You go over
the edge of the table and your head hangs off the side.

Lord Brisbane stops licking you. “Could have told me,” he growled.

“I didn’t,” Lady Morley says. She makes no excuses.

You are face-to-face with Lady Morley’s bare sex. It is smooth and hairless.
Drops of desire glisten on her lips.

She straddles your face. Reaching behind her, she grabs your hair and holds
you head up. Your face is pulled tightly against her wet sex.

You start licking immediately. Her sex is as cold as her breasts. You part her
lips and lick inside her. It is slightly warmer inside her sex but not by much.
It doesn’t matter. The juices flowing onto your face are delicious. She tastes
salty with a sweet tang.

The table groans as more weight shifts onto the other side. Lord Brisbane’s
hands grab your thighs. You feel the rest of his body crouching between
your legs. Something warm and hard presses against your sex.

You groan into Lady Morley’s sex as Lord Brisbane’s cock pushes inside
you. He is thick but your pussy is soaking wet and takes him easily. Inch
after inch of his cock sinks into you and you realize just how massive he
really is.

Lady Morley tightens her thighs around your head. Her sex grinds across
your mouth. You might be getting fucked, but she still demands your
attention.

You lick the cold pussy. You explore her sex while Lord Brisbane begins to
rock back and forth. Every thrust of his cock inspires you to lick harder
from the Lady’s intimate fountain.

Lord Brisbane says something but you can’t hear what he says. Lady
Morley’s thighs around your head are a pretty good muffler. You hear the
Lady respond but again you don’t know what she says. Whatever it was,
Lord Brisbane fucks you faster.

You groan into Lady Morley’s pussy. Your scalp hurts from her pulling your
hair but you keep licking. There is a crick in your neck but you lick harder.
It is a struggle to breath with her pussy on your face but you never stop
licking.
Strange memories come to mind. You remember licking a black woman’s
sex and feeling the shock of power run through you. Your teeth suddenly
ache as they grow and lengthen. A dozen different women moan as you bite
into your breasts, their pussy or their necks.

You shake your head as best you can between Lady Morley’s thighs. It must
be the lack of oxygen making you hallucinate. You struggle and manage to
get your mouth open wide enough to gasp for some much-needed air.

Sharp fingernails pinch your nipple and there is a sharp tug on your hair.
Your face is pulled back into the cold pussy. The Lady demands your full
attention.

Lord Brisbane is an animal between your legs. There is no technique in his

thrusting, just the pure need to fuck. He hammers your pussy with his cock
in an unending fury.

You groan into Lady Morley’s cold pussy. She grinds harder against your
mouth. Your tongue laps at the juices that dampen your face.

The table shakes from the force of Lord Brisbane’s fucking. Lady Morley’s
pussy clenches from the skill of your licking. Your body shudders from
your coming orgasm.

You come. Your orgasm hits you as hard as Brisbane’s ramming cock. Your
body clenches from head to toe and then you cry out your orgasm into Lady
Morley’s sex.

Cold thighs shudder around your head. The Lady freezes and then her sex
quivers at the tip of your tongue. She lets out a loud moan that you feel
deep in your chest.

Lord Brisbane howls. A surge of seed fills your pussy. You greedily milk
his cock with your pussy, making sure to get every drop.
Lady Morley lets go of your hair. Your head falls back and suddenly she is
sitting back in her chair. Wow, you are so out of it that you didn’t see her
move.

There is a groan and Lord Brisbane pulls out of you. He wipes his cock on
your thigh before returning to his side of the table. Like the Lady, he
resumes his seat.

You lay exhausted. Using what little strength, you have left, you lift your
head and center your body on the table. Still on your back, you stare up at
the flickering candles of the candelabra.

“A moment’s truce?” Lord Brisbane asks. He is not speaking to you.

“Yes,” Lady Morley says. “But only a moment.”

“Woman,” he says and you know that he is talking to you. “Entertain us.”

“How?” you ask.

There is silence and a shudder runs through you. That was the wrong thing
to say. The Lord and Lady expect to be obeyed, not questioned.

“You have your orders,” Lady Morley says.

Relief washes over you. Perhaps they are sated by the sex and feeling
merciful. Whatever the reason, you decide to act rather than risk a
punishment.

But how does one go about entertaining two kinky people who run a house
of deviants? Jokes and stories would be inappropriate. These two demand
more sensual amusements.

You could dance for them. That is what happens in some porn books. You
are already naked but you won’t be stripping but that’s okay. Dancing naked
is always a crowd pleaser.
Then again, they might be too jaded for just dancing. They might need
something more direct. Perhaps you should masturbate for them. The trick
would be to perform for both and not make either feel slighted.
How do you entertain the Lord and Lady?

I will dance for them.

I will masturbate for them.

Take it from both of them.

You don’t say anything. They gave you a choice of pleasures and you
insulted them. This is what you deserve.

They let go of your hair and breast. Lord Brisbane turns you around to face
Lady Morley. As the Lord grabs your waist, the Lady pushes your head
down until you are bent over at an angle.

Lady Morley reaches down and grabs your breast. She cups your hanging
breast in her hand and her fingers close around it. Sharp nails dig into your
soft flesh.

A surge of cold washes over your body. You shudder despite being next to
the fireplace. Cold embraces your skin like an icy blanket. You try to hug
yourself to warm up but your arms won’t move!

What is going on? You try to move your legs but nothing happens. Your feet
and hands are similarly paralyzed. Only your head can still move.

“How are you doing this?” You ask.

“Easily,” Lady Morley says and that is the only answer you will get. It must
be from the way she is holding your breast. Does it have something to do
with pressure points?

There is a sound like leather on cloth. Something drapes across your bare
ass. It is long and slender. Shit, it’s a belt!

“Oh no!” you cry.

Lord Brisbane chuckles behind you. He drags the belt back and forth across
your ass. “If you had chosen me, I would do this with my hand but now you
get my belt.”
WHAP! He quickly strikes your ass with the belt. A thick line of pain burns
across your buttocks. Your body jerks but then immediately resumes the
bent over position.

“Fuck!” you yell. The pain is intense. You want to cover your ass but your
arms refuse to move. You shake a little as you try to process the pain.

“Good,” Lady Morley says as she holds onto your breast. Does she approve
of the belt whipping you or your shudders?

WHAP! The belt strikes again. It comes down at an angle and burns into
your right buttock. Your ass clenches in pain.
“Fuck!” you yell again.

WHAP! The belt strikes your other buttock. It leaves a matching burning
stripe that makes your knees shake.

“Fuck, shit!” you scream.

“Don’t be vulgar,” Lady Morley says. With her other hand, she grabs your
lip and pinches. Sharp fingernails stab your lab.

“Let her curse,” Lord Brisbane says. “It is all she can do.”

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! The belt tears into your ass with rapid strikes.
Left to right, right to left, he alternates his swings to keep you guessing.

“Uck!” You cry as Lady Morley pinches your lip. The pain is extreme. Your
ass burns. The leather belt is brutal on your skin. How can anyone endure
this?

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! The belt strikes you faster. Your ass burns into an
inferno. You can flinch, you can shudder and you can clench but you can’t
move a muscle to dodge or protect yourself.

“No more vulgarity,” Lady Morley says. “Or next time I will gag your
mouth with something unpleasant.”
“Es!” you gasp. You do not want to know what she has in mind!

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! The belt keeps whipping your ass. The pain
grows until you no longer think of your bottom as part of your body as
much as it is a source of pain. The pain grows and grows with each lash.

You clamp your mouth shut. You scream through tight lips. Sobs escape
your mouth.

WHAP! The belt hits your ass and then stops. You wait for another lash but
none comes. Is he done? Have you suffered enough?

Lady Morley bends her head next to yours. Her long black hair is soft
against your cheek. The sight of her cleavage is inches away from your
face. Lips press against your ear. They are surprisingly cold.

“Are you ready for real pain?” Lady Morley whispers.

Oh God, what could she mean?

Lady Morley bites your ear. Her teeth are razor sharp.

The pain in your ass intensifies. What was once a burning inferno is now a
blazing star of pain.

You scream.

The pain grows and moves. Now the top of your thighs burn. The front of
your stomach is on fire. Pain grips your legs. Fire burns along your arms. A
hundred slaps strike your breasts. A thousand hands slap the lips of your
pussy.

You scream louder. You shake and tremble but your body refuses to move.
Distantly you are aware of Lady Morley’s hand on your breast and her bite
of your ear but for the most part, your body is simply on fire with a million
slaps of the belt.
Lady Morley lets go of your ear. The all-encompassing pain vanishes
except for the whipping that your ass took. She licks the side of your face
where tears are still flowing.

You had no idea that you were crying. To be fair, you had no idea of
anything except pain. You settle back into your body, wondering if the
overwhelming sensations ever happened.

Lord Brisbane grabs your hips. He is kneeling behind you. His hot breath is
on your tender ass.

“What a grand shade of red,” he says.

Lady Morley doesn’t answer. She stands back up, still holding onto your
breast with the indifference of holding a piece of fruit.

Lord Brisbane presses his face against your ass. You cry out as he nuzzles
your tender flesh. The slightest touch is too much to bare.

He licks your ass. A cooling sensation soothes your skin. He takes a long
slow lick up the curve of your ass and you feel a path of relief where his
tongue licks.

What is going on? Lord Brisbane keeps licking your ass and the pain
subsides. Lick by lick, he takes the pain away.

Are you dreaming? He brutalized your bottom but now it feels like it never
happened. You know it happened. The tears on your cheeks are proof of it.
How can someone lick away the pain?

When Lord Brisbane is finished, he stands up. “She is a wet bitch,” he says.

It is true. Your pussy is flowing with desire. Now that your ass is no longer
on fire, you can feel the heat between your thighs.

“Shall we indulge ourselves, then?” Lady Morley says.

Lord Brisbane growls. “Yes,” he says.

Lady Morley lets go of your tit. You nearly fall over as you regain control
of your body. You stand up and grab your ass. It feels normal. There isn’t
even the slightest bit of heat there.

“Go lay on the table,” Lady Morley says. “Be quick about it.”

The Lord and Lady go back to their seats at the table but they move their
chairs aside. They stand there, waiting for you.

You quickly go to the table. Is this more punishment or something else? The
way both are looking at you, you suspect that they are planning to do more
pleasant things to your body.

Using your chair as a step, you climb onto the table. You crawl on your
hands and knees and realize that there is a problem. They didn’t tell you
how to place yourself.

You are afraid to ask. The last time you spoke, it didn’t go well. It is going
to be up to you. Should you lay on your back with your head towards one of
them and your legs pointing to the other? Or should you try to be fair and
lay lengthwise across the table so both can access you?
How do you lay on the table?

My head towards Lord Brisbane, my feet towards Lady Morley.

My head towards Lady Morley, my feet towards Lord Brisbane.

Down the middle with my head towards my seat.

Beg for mercy.

“Please don’t hurt me!” you say. “I didn’t mean to anger you! Please,
please, please don’t hurt me!”

Lord Brisbane growls. His lips curl back as he snarls. There is a wildness in
his eyes that is unsettling.

You turn your eyes towards Lady Morley. “Please, don’t let him hurt me!
I’ll be good! I promise! Just give me another chance!”

The hair on Lady Morley’s head moves. The long black strands float
upwards but there is no breeze or fan in the room. She hisses at you and her
lips pull up to reveal the sharp points of her teeth.

What is going on? You better beg louder!

“Please, I am begging you for mercy! Whatever punishment you want to

give me, you don’t have to because I learned my lesson! I’ll do anything
you say! I’ll do anything you want! Just don’t hurt me!”

Lord Brisbane growls and releases your breast. He takes a step back and
tugs at his clothes. He pulls his shirt over his head to reveal his hairy chest.

Your begging must be working. He’s decided to skip straight to the sex.
Now you just have to convince Lady Morley.

“Please, Lady,” you say. “I don’t need to be punished. I will good, I

promise. I swear that I will do anything, ANYTHING to keep you from
hurting me.”

Lady Morley laughs. It is not a friendly sound. She lets go of your head.
The long black hair floats higher around her as if she was building an
electrical charge.

“Stupid mortal,” Lady Morley says.

“Yes!” you say as you step away from her. “I was stupid so please don’t
hurt me!”

There is a terrible howling sound. It is coming from Lord Brisbane. He is

growing. Muscles surge along his hairy body and his pants split. His broad
shoulders widen. Hair sprouts all over his body. His cock rips through his
pants and it is massive.

“What is going on?” you yell. You turn to Lady Morley for answers.

The Lady is naked. Her elegant gown lies in a puddle on the floor. You are
struck by the sight of her nude body. It is pale and perfect. Her pussy is
smooth and glistens with desire. Each of her fingernails grow until they are
as long as knives. You are struck by her beauty but disturbed by the glowing
of her red eyes.

“What are you?” you shout as you back away from the two of them.

Lord Brisbane growls. His ears lengthen. Bones crack loudly as his jaws
lengthen into a snout. Hair grows rapidly along his body while his claws
lengthen. He is a monstrous combination of wolf and man.

Both are staring at you. They come closer as you back away. The fireplace
is behind you and the heat on your bare ass tells you that you can back
away no more.

“What are you?!” you yell again. Terror grips your heart. You want to run
and drop into a fetal position at the same time.

“I am the Lord of the House,” the thing that is Brisbane says.

“I am the Lady of the House,” the monster that is Morley answers.

“But you are nothing more than prey,” they say together.
They lunge at you. Enflamed by your pleas for mercy, they lose control of
their darker selves. The overt weakness of your begging draws out their
worse instincts and they treat you like the victim that you are.

Luckily for you, they lack the humanity to draw out your suffering and you
die quickly at their hands.

The gruesome end.

Apologize sincerely.

“Forgive me,” you say. “You each made me a wonderful offer and in my
selfishness, I tried to have you both. I am sorry for offending you. Please
tell me what I can do to make amends.”

The Lady lets go of your hair. “Was that an act of manners? It has been so
long since anyone has shown any.”

Lord Brisbane releases your breast. His lips curl into a smile. “I believe it
was. We should hire her to teach the servants.”

“Perhaps,” Lady Morley says. “Though she raises an interesting point. How
can she make amends?”

“An act of humiliation?” Lord Brisbane says.

“I like that,” Lady Morley says. She points down at her shoes. “Get on your
hands and knees and clean my shoe with your tongue. That is if you are
truly committed to making amends.”

Relief washes over you. Yes, you will do this. It is so much better than the
pain and tears they were asking for.

You drop to your knees. The fireplace crackles behind you as you lean
forward onto your hands. The floor is cold but you ignore it. You dip your
head down towards Lady Morley’s shoes.

She puts one of her feet forward. It is wearing a black leather heel. There
are many metal studs and spiky bits. It is a shame that you didn’t get a
chance to admire her shoes until now.

You stick out your tongue and give it a long lick. There is a sticky film on
the shoes. It has a musky taste to it and you almost recoil.
“It was one of the maids,” Lady Morley says. “I granted her the honor of
humping my foot. Or maybe I just wanted to fuck her slick sex with the
point of my shoe. I don’t quite remember which.”

Lady Morley looks down at you and you can clearly read the judgement in
her eyes. She doesn’t expect you to continue.

You return to her shoe and lick it again. The taste of leather and pussy is
overwhelming. The metal studs are sharp and you must be careful to avoid
cutting your tongue. You swallow and take another lick and then another.

“The slut knows how to use her tongue at least,” Lord Brisbane says.

“Or maybe she just likes humiliating herself,” Lady Morley says.

The leather is dry and absorbs the spit from your mouth. The taste of dried
pussy juices and shoe makes for a strange combination but you force
yourself to keep licking.

You wonder about the maid. Did she squat on the floor and hump Lady
Morley’s shoe? Or did she lie on the ground and Lady Morley ground her
foot into the poor maid’s sex? Did the maid consider it an honor or did she
consider it another task to serve the Lady?

“Don’t forget under the shoe,” Lady Morley says. She tilts her foot up and
presents the sole of her heel.

You lick the flat leather. There is pussy juice here but also dirt and dust. It is
disgusting to lick but you force yourself to keep licking. This is how you
are apologizing and it would not do to stop.

Lord Brisbane kicks off his shoes. You glance and notice the black sock
covering his feet. Using one foot, he nimbly hooks his sock with his big toe
and pulls it off. He has amazing agility, at least with his toes.

“Is she done with your shoe?” Lord Brisbane says. “I need my foot clean.”
“It is adequate,” Lady Morley says. “Go to him,” she commands you.

You crawl over to Lord Brisbane. Unlike Lady Morley who kept her foot
still, Brisbane thrusts his foot towards your mouth. His big toe pries your
lips open and pushes inside your mouth.

He tastes of sweat and sock lint. You close your lips around his toe and
suck. The sour taste makes you cringe but you force yourself to lick his toe.

“Not bad,” he says. “Don’t neglect the rest of my toes.”

Lord Brisbane shoves his foot against your lips. His toes are quite nimble
and he forces most of them into your mouth. He stretches your mouth and
chuckles at your obvious discomfort.

“You should let her clean you at her own pace,” Lady Morley says.

Lord Brisbane snorts. “I know how I like my toes cleaned.”

He wiggles his toes in your mouth. Shame rises to your cheeks but you
focus on his foot. Your tongue snakes between his toes, cleaning and licking
to the best of your ability.

“Although if does seem a waste to use her mouth only for cleaning,” Lord
Brisbane says.

“I agree,” Lady Morley says. “I want to use more of her.”

“Shall we do it together?” Lord Brisbane says. “It was a selfish request on

her part but the idea does intrigue me. She seems eager to please.”

“I am open to the idea,” Lady Morley says. “Shall we indulge ourselves?

Lord Brisbane growls. “Yes,” he says. He pulls your foot from your mouth.

“Go lay on the table,” Lady Morley says. “Be quick about it.”
The Lord and Lady go back to their seats at the table but they move their
chairs aside. They stand there, waiting for you.

You wish that you could rinse your mouth out but you don’t dare ask. As
quickly as you can, you go to the table. Is this more punishment or
something else? The way both are looking at you, you suspect that they are
planning to do more pleasant things to your body.

Using your chair as a step, you climb onto the table. You crawl on your
hands and knees and realize that there is a problem. They didn’t tell you
how to place yourself.

You are afraid to ask. The last time you spoke, it didn’t go well. It is going
to be up to you. Should you lay on your back with your head towards one of
them and your legs pointing to the other? Or should you try to be fair and
lay lengthwise across the table so both can access you?
How do you lay on the table?

My head towards Lord Brisbane, my feet towards Lady Morley.

My head towards Lady Morley, my feet towards Lord Brisbane.

Down the middle with my head towards my seat.

Down the middle with my head towards my seat.

It might be time to play it safe. You get on the table and put yourself along
the middle. This way both the Lord and Lady have equal access to your
face, your breasts, your legs and your sex. Neither can accuse you of
favoring the other.

Lord Brisbane reaches for you first. He places his hand on your breast as if
claiming it. Powerful fingers squeeze around your flesh like a vice. He
avoids your nipple so that it protrudes upwards like a volcano top as he
squeezes.

Lady Morley reaches for your leg. She bends over the table and kisses your
thigh. The touch of her lips is cold and when she flicks her tongue it is even
colder. Her long black hair falls on your naked skin like silk.

You shudder under their touch. The Lord’s grip on your breast is painful but
the kisses from the Lady’s cold lips are soothing. Both send a reaction
through your body that centers on your wet sex.

Lord Brisbane bends over and takes your nipple into his mouth. His fingers
knead your breast while his lips eagerly suck. You groan as his tongue laps
at your nipple with rapid speed.

He groans into your breast. His other hand goes to your head. He grabs your
hair and twists it in his fist. Your scalp hurts from the tugging but you know
better than to fight.

“You’re mine, slut,” he growls. He pulls hard on your hair and squeezes
your breast even tighter to make a point.

You groan at the boldness of his words. He is claiming you and making sure
that you know it.

Lady Morley kisses her way up your thighs. Closer and closer she comes to
your sex. Your ass grinds against the solid surface of the table as you
anticipate her coming to your sex.

Her mouth is inches from your pussy when you feel the sudden insertion of
her finger. Your pussy is unprepared for the penetration as well as
unprepared for how cold her finger is. She reaches deep inside you and her
finger is joined by a second and a third.

She kisses the outside of your pussy lips while her finger thrusts inside of
you. Your hips rise and fall to meet her fingers. She fingers you at a slow
leisurely pace.

“Delicious,” Lady Morley says as she gives your pussy another lick.

You moan. It is tempting to reach down and press her head to your sex but
once again, you know better. You are here at their pleasure, not yours.

Lord Brisbane growls. He lets go of your hair and your breast. His hands
change and now his left hand is grabbing your breast while his right hand
moves to your pussy. He pushes his fingers into your wet sex, forcing Lady
Morley’s fingers out.

Lady Morley hisses at him. It is an unnatural sound. Her fingers try to push
back inside your pussy and she does, joining Brisbane’s fingers in your
crowded sex. She also grabs your other breast and her sharp nails dig into
your flesh.

“Mine,” Lord Brisbane growls.

“Get your own,” Lady Morley hisses.

Oh no, you have made a mistake. By trying to be fair, you brought them too
close together. You see now that they need more separation between them.

“Let me change positions,” you offer.

They ignore you. Lady Morley pulls out of your pussy and grabs your thigh.
Her fingernails lengthen and stab into your flesh. Your cry out from the
sharp points digging into your skin. How is it even possible for fingernails
to grow that fast?

Lord Brisbane growls. There is a tearing sound from his shirt. His chest is
expanding and muscles are rippling under his skin. Black hair suddenly
grows along his arms and face.

“She is mine!” Lord Brisbane says as he pulls out of your pussy. Like Lady
Morley, he grabs your tit and thigh. Pulling hard, he drags you across the
table towards him.

“Thief!” Lady Morley hisses. Her gown is gone and she is naked. What the
fuck? Her pale perfect body almost seems to glow as she climbs onto the
table. The strands of her long black hair start to float free on their own
accord.

She pulls on your breast and thigh. You slide back across the table towards
her. Lord Brisbane growls and pulls back. They are both immensely strong
as they pull you in opposite directions.

“Stop!” you yell. “You’re tearing me apart!”

Lord Brisbane howls. It is a terrifying sound that seems to shake your very
bones. His mouth lengthens and transforms into a snout. More hair grows
all over his body. His fingernails turn into claws, digging deeper into your
tender breast and trapped thigh.

Lady Morley doesn’t say a word but her silence is just as scary. She opens
her mouth to reveal two very long fangs. Her hair swirls around her head
like snakes. Red light flashes from both of her eyes.

“Fuck, shit!” you gasp. What are these two? They certainly aren’t human
and both have a grip on you! What the fuck have you gotten yourself into.

They lunge for each other over your body. Claws tear into flesh while fangs
bite into fur. It is a vicious fight between two equally monstrous people.
You never know who wins as you do not survive the first five minutes of
their battle. Perhaps it is better this way. It might be better to be torn apart
between two inhuman creatures than whatever sex they had planned for
you.

The unwise end.

I will dance for them.

You sit up on the table and stand up. The candelabra is safely high above
you. The table is sturdy as you shift your weight experimentally. Yes, this
will work.

The Lord and Lady look up at you. Despite towering above them as they sit,
you still feel small in their eyes. If you do not please them, this will turn
ugly quick.

You start by rolling your hips. Deliberately, you don’t face either of them.
You stare straight ahead as you think of your favorite song to dance to. Your
hips keep moving until the beat comes to mind and you can hear the song in
your mind.

The rest of your body begins to move. You lift your arms and let them flow
with the music that only you can hear. As your back moves, you start to use
your legs. You take a step and then another as you give yourself to the
music.

You sneak a glance at Lady Morley. Her expression is cold and neutral. She
has been like that all night. You will take it as a good sign.

Lord Brisbane, however, is smiling. His hand is on his cock which is

already hard again. He taps his other hand on the table, in sync with the
movement of your body as if he can hear the music playing in your head.

So far so good.

Remembering your audience, you grab your breasts. You squeeze your tits
as roughly as the Lord and Lady treats them. Your nipples are there to be
pinched and you pull on them in time with the unheard music.

Lady Morley stirs. She runs a hand through her black hair. There is the
tiniest flush of color to her pale cheeks.
You slowly rotate as you dance. As you face one of them, you make sure to
wiggle and clench your ass for the appreciation of the other. You make eye
contact but only briefly. This dance is for both.

Lord Brisbane leans forward. His hand is on the table with his fingers out-
stretched. The rest of his body is tense as if he plans to jump onto the table
at any moment.

Your hands move to your thighs. You drag your fingernails over your
moving legs. Your hips sway and grind as your hands touch your sex. You
glide your fingers over your pussy, making sure both get a good view.

Lady Morley smiles at you. The smile is such a surprise that you almost
stumble in your dance. Her smile grows wider and you notice that her
incisors are pointed to an extreme level. They look like fangs.

There is a growl behind you. Spinning around, you see Lord Brisbane
change. Hair sprouts all over his body. His mouth lengthens into a snout.
Sharp teeth emerge and drip spittle. His ears lengthen and his broad chest
expands even broader.

What is going on? Stunned, you keep dancing. Your hips undulate and your
hands keep roaming your body.

Lady Morley runs a finger down the side of her bare breast. A small red line
appears on her breast from her nail cuts her but then instantly heals. Her
long black hair moves as if there is a breeze but the dining room is still. The
hair is moving on its own.

You shudder and keep dancing.

Lord Brisbane growls. More muscles ripple under his shoulders as if he is

getting more powerful by the second. His eyes follow your every move and
you feel like a rabbit or a dear caught out in the open.

They both stand at the same time. You stopped moving. Both are smiling
and look ready to climb onto the table.
What is going on? What are they? You know they are not human. Lord
Brisbane is more beast then man and Lady Morley’s red eyes, moving hair
and long fangs is sending shivers down your back. You are in danger and
you have no doubt that this time they will take more than sex from you.

You should run. They might not expect that. If you can make it to the door,
you think you remember the way back to the front of the house.

Something makes you hesitate. Despite their inhuman appearance, they are
still attractive. There is a certain beauty to their abominable
transformations. Maybe sex with them is too strange and fantastic to pass
up.

A third thought crosses your mind. The Lord and Lady don’t seem to get
along much. Maybe you could fuck them and somehow turn their attention
to each other. It might be too dangerous. If you try to play up their rivalry,
you might become collateral damage. It might just be safer to run.
What will you do?

I run away from these two monsters.

I surrender and offer myself to the monsters.

I fuck them and try to keep their attention on each other.

I will masturbate for them.

You force yourself to sit up. Your body is exhausted but you feel your
second wind coming. There is a part of you is eager to perform for them.

The Lord and Lady look up at you. A moment’s doubt comes across you.
Are you sure that this is a clever idea? If you do not please them, this will
turn ugly quick.

You spread your legs and run your hand over your breasts. Your nipples are
hard and sensitive. You pull on them, making sure to be as cruel as your
audience. As you pull harder, you whimper with exaggerated pain.

The pulling of your nipples sends a tremor to your sex. Still groping one
breast, you slip a hand between your legs. Your fingers glide onto your
soaking wet pussy lips. You are sensitive from your orgasm but you are still
aroused. It makes for a tender combination.

You sneak a glance at Lord Brisbane. He is smiling. Not only that, but his
hand is on his cock which is already hard again. He settles back into his
chair to enjoy the show that you are giving.

Lady Morley, however, has a cold neutral expression. She has been like that
all night. You decide to take it as a good sign.

So far so good.

There is no need to tease with this audience. You push your fingers inside
your sex. You groan as you do and your hips roll. Your fingers go deep
inside you and you bite your lip in a long moan.

Lady Morley stirs. She runs a hand through her black hair. There is the
tiniest flush of color to her pale cheeks.

You let go of your breast and use both hands on your pussy. One hand
spreads your lips wide while the other hand thrusts deep in your sex. You
make eye contact with each of them but only briefly. You don’t want either
to get jealous.

Lord Brisbane leans forward. His hand is close to your thigh but not
touching. The rest of his body is tense as if he plans to jump onto the table
at any moment.

You stroke yourself faster. Your pussy is sopping wet. The sound of your
stroking fills the dining room. Your thighs keep trying to close but you
force them to open back up.

Lady Morley smiles at you. The smile is such a surprise that you almost
stop stroking. Her smile grows wider and you notice that her incisors are
pointed to an extreme level. They look like fangs.

There is a growl beside you. Turning your head, you see Lord Brisbane
change. Hair sprouts all over his body. His mouth lengthens into a snout.
Sharp teeth emerge and drip spittle. His ears lengthen and his broad chest
expands even broader.

What is going on? Stunned, you keep stroking. You feel another orgasm
soon approaching.

Lady Morley runs a finger down the side of her bare breast. The fingernail
cuts a small red line into her breast that instantly heals. Her long black hair
moves as if there is a breeze but the dining room is still. The hair is moving
on its own.

You moan and keep stroking.

Lord Brisbane growls. More muscles ripple under his shoulders as if he is

getting more powerful by the second. His eyes follow your every move and
you feel like a rabbit or a deer caught out in the open.

They both stand at the same time. You stop stroking and scramble to your
feet. Both are smiling and look ready to climb onto the table.
What is going on? What are they? You know they are not human. Lord
Brisbane is more beast then man and Lady Morley’s red eyes, moving hair
and long fangs sends shivers down your back. You are in danger and you
have no doubt that this time they will take more than sex from you.

You should run. They might not expect that. If you can make it to the door,
you think you remember the way back to the front of the house.

Something makes you hesitate. Despite their inhuman appearance, they are
still attractive. There is a certain beauty to their abominable
transformations. Maybe sex with them is too strange and fantastic to pass
up.

A third thought crosses your mind. The Lord and Lady don’t seem to get
along much. Maybe you could fuck them and somehow turn their attention
to each other. It might be too dangerous. If you try to play up their rivalry,
you might become collateral damage. It might just be safer to run.
What will you do?

I run away from these two monsters.

I surrender and offer myself to the monsters.

I fuck them and try to keep their attention on each other.

I run away from these two monsters.

There isn’t a moment to lose. You spin around and run for the head of the
table. There is a snarl and the table shakes as something heavy lands on it.
You don’t look back as the snarling gets closer behind you.

There is a flash of pain on your back and you jump. Four long streaks burn
down your back from where you had been slashed with sharp claws. The
pain stings but you keep your wits together to land safely on the ground.

There are so many doors in this room but you remember the one you came
through. You run as fast as you can. There is a crashing sound behind you
as whatever was on the table slams into your old chair.

You run faster than you ever have in your life. The dining room seems
bigger than you remember. The slash marks on your back burn but you keep
running.

The door is right in front of you. Which way does it open? You don’t recall
but you don’t dare slow down. You plan to slam into it and figure it out
once you get there.

In a blink of an eye, Lady Morley, in all her naked pale glory, is in front of
you. That’s impossible! She just appeared out of nowhere!

Lady Morley grabs you by the neck. The sudden stop chokes you. As you
gasp for air, the pale woman lifts you into the air. She looks at you with
those inhuman red eyes and licks her lips.

“It is far too late for that,” she says.

Something hairy grabs your shoulder. “I was going to let her get to the
hallway before catching her,” Lord Brisbane says behind you.

“Play with your own toys, I cut straight to the meal,” Lady Morley says.
Lord Brisbane laughs. It is a cruel sound coming from his inhuman mouth.
“That’s fair.”

He lets go of your shoulder and grabs your legs instead. He pulls them back
as Lady Morley continues to hold you by the throat. You are suspended at
an angle in the air, held up by your inhuman Lord and Lady. Your thighs are
spread and his hairy body steps between them. The point of his cock presses
against your sex.

“Oh no,” you groan as he pushes inside you. His cock is incredible in length
and thickness. It pushes deep, stretching you past your limits and then keeps
going until every inch of his monstrous cock is inside you.

Lord Brisbane starts to fuck you. Your back shakes as his thick cock
impales you. Hairy clawed hands hold your hips tightly as he pounds your
defenseless pussy.

Lady Morley stares into your eyes. They pulse with a red light. Her fingers
tighten around your throat. It gets harder to breath.

“What will you taste like, I wonder?” Lady Morley says.

She opens her mouth wide and extends a supernaturally long tongue
towards your left breast. The tongue flicks over your nipple and you moan.
Her jaw opens wider and wider; sharp fangs almost sparkling in the dim
light.

Lady Morley bites your breast. The sharp fangs pierce your flesh. Twin
daggers of pain shoot through your breast and throughout your entire body.
Every part of you feels like it is being bitten and you scream your pain.

The pain has the opposite effect on your sex. Your pussy feels a sudden rush
of juices flow through you. You clench tighter around the cock of Lord
Brisbane. Your clitoris feels like it is being licked, kissed and bitten at the
same time.
Lord Brisbane growls and thrusts faster. His hands control your body as he
slams you up and down on his cock. The power in which he holds you is
frightening but the skill of his fucking is making your toes curl.

Something brushes your face. It is Lady Morley’s long black hair. The
silken tresses caress your cheeks as Lady Morley keeps biting your breast.

You stare at the door. It is so close but there is no escaping these two.

Lady Morley moans into your breast. The sharp points of her fangs still
transfix your body. The pain is terrible but somehow you are getting used to
it. The pain is becoming your natural state. It makes the fucking from Lord
Brisbane even better.

There is hot breath on your shoulder. Lord Brisbane growls in your ear. He
is bending over as her fucks you. His transformed body is much bigger than
before. Spit falls on your shoulder as he opens his jaws.

Oh no.

Lord Brisbane bites down on your shoulder. New pain shoots through your
body as the fucking continues. You are now impaled by two mouths and a
giant cock.

New sensations fill your mind. You feel your mind expand past human
limits. As you are fucked and bitten, you realize that you are a link in a
grand connection.

You feel Lady Morley’s body in all its cold perfection. There is a dampness
between her legs and it is because of you. Through her mouth you feel your
breast and you savor the taste of your nipple on her tongue.

You feel Lord Brisbane as well. You experience the tightness of your pussy
from his perspective. Every thrust, every clench and every wiggle of your
body drives him closer to orgasm. The smell of your body fills him with
lust and you understand why he had to have you in his mouth.
The three of your groan together. You are all linked. They feel the pain they
inflict on you. You feel the pleasure they derive from your pain. All of you
enjoy the feeling of his hard cock inside your wet sex. Each of you drink
deeply of the feelings that are being shared among you.

It becomes harder to tell where you start and they begin. You are in pain.
You are being fucked. Your life is draining into Lady Morley’s mouth. Your
flesh is tempting Lord Brisbane’s disturbing hunger. You are going to come.
You are going to die. You are going to take what is yours.

Lady Morley comes first. She isn’t even touching herself but she comes.
Her mouth is her true sexual organ and pleasure comes from her sharp teeth.

Lord Brisbane comes next. An unearthly amount of seed enters your tight
sex. It fills your pussy and spills down your legs.

You come last. Pain and pleasure transform into a singular bliss. Orgasms
crash into your body, one after another. You come and come and come and
come until your entire existence is just one long orgasm that fades to a quiet
oblivion as your life fades away.

The grisly end.

I surrender and offer myself to the monsters.

You sink back down to your knees. Deep down, you knew that there was
something strange about these two and that strangeness is what attracted
you to them. It is only natural that you follow this through to the end.

Lord Brisbane climbs onto the table. He opens his snout wide to show his
many sharp teeth. Inches away from your face, he roars at you and the
sound is terrifying. Goosebumps rise along your flesh and shivers run down
your spine.

You stay where you are. He will not make you run.

The beast that is Brisbane presses his snout to your lips. He sniffs loudly.
There is a sound that resembles a chuckle and then he nuzzles your breast.
His long tongue laps at your hard nipples.

You shudder some more. The monster’s teeth flashes in the candlelight. Just
one bite could hurt so much but you can’t help but get turned on by his
rapid tongue. It licks at your breasts and sends shivers of a different sort
through your body.

Suddenly Lady Morley is sitting beside you. Her mouth is at your ear and
her cold breasts press against your side. You never saw her move. She just
appeared on the table.

“So brave,” Lady Morley whispers in your ear. Her tongue flicks your
earlobe. “Or foolish. Which is it?”

“Brave,” you whisper and then you moan as Brisbane licks your other
breast.

“Let’s see,” Lady Morley says. She reaches between your thighs. Her touch
is cold as she glides over your pussy lips and then pushes inside you. She
reaches deep and you clench around her fingers.
“Ah, you are brave,” Lady Morley says. She keeps her fingers inside you
and begins to stroke.

Something caresses your check. It is a strand of her black hair. It rubs

against your cheek as it if has a life of its own. For all you know, it just
might.

You groan as the Lady rubs your sex. Her nails are sharp inside you but the
occasional prick is nothing compared to the nimbleness of her fingers. She
pleasures you with surprising twists and turns of her hand.

Lord Brisbane snorts and pauses in his licking of your breasts. Monstrous
saliva covers your chest. He lowers his head down towards Morley’s fingers
in your sex. The snout sniffs at your sex and you feel his hot breath on your
most intimate place.

The beast’s long tongue laps at your sex. The tongue is so wide and long
and it feels wonderful against your pussy lips. He is also licking Lady
Morley’s hand but that doesn’t stop her from stroking you.

You shudder on the table. The combination of Lady Morley’s hand and
Lord Brisbane’s tongue on your pussy is overwhelming. He licks you like a
greedy animal while she manipulates your sex with the skill of an artist. Her
fingers are ice cold while his tongue is wet and hot. The contrast in styles
and sensations brings you close to orgasm.

Without warning, they both pull away. You gasp as Lady Morley’s fingers
leave your pussy and her lips are no longer at your ear. Lord Brisbane rises
to a half-crouch and grabs your shoulders. He pushes you onto your hands
and knees and climbs behind you.

Lady Morley is under you. Once again, you don’t see her move, she is just
suddenly there. She lies on the table in the opposite direction so that you are
staring down at her smooth sex while her face is under your dripping wet
pussy. Your stomach is pressing down on her cold breasts.
Lord Brisbane kicks your legs apart. Ah, he means to fuck you. You spread
your legs for him and lift your ass. He grabs your buttocks and spits onto
your asshole. Oh shit, it isn’t your pussy that he wants.

You feel the head of his cock press against your ass. There is no way that
can get inside you. His monstrous cock is too large. Spit is not enough to
lube your asshole. This is impossible.

Lady Morley pulls your sex down to her face. You grind down onto cold
lips. Expecting her tongue, you are surprised to feel the sharp bite of her
fangs on your sensitive pussy lips.

“Fuck, shit!” you scream. The bite is intense. Pain lances from your sex and
through your entire body. You freeze into place, paralyzed by the sting of
her fangs.

Lord Brisbane pushes into your sex. Your tight asshole stretches, stretches
and stretches until the thick head of his cock slides inside your ass. The
thick length of his member soon follows and his cock impales your bottom.

Pleasure fills your body. You should be screaming with pain from the bite
and sodomy but instead you are floating on a cloud of bliss. The pain has
pushed your body into a new plateau of sensation that is impossible for you
to describe.
Lady Morley grabs your head and pulls it down to her sex. Of course, it is
only fair. You dip your head down to her hairless pussy. It is cold but it
doesn’t surprise you. You snuggle your face against her sex and begin to
lick.

She tastes salty and tangy. The juices that fill her pussy are strange and
delicious. The harder you lick, the more her cold body shudders beneath
you.

Lord Brisbane fucks your ass. The thick cock spears deep inside your body.
You had no idea that you could take that much in your ass. He pumps in and
out of your tight asshole, picking up speed with every thrust.
The ass fucking hurts. It also feels good. It is incredible that you can take it
at all much less derive pleasure from it. You feel like your body is changing
to accommodate this monster’s needs.

He grabs your shoulders for support. Sharp inhuman claws dig into your
flesh. It feels like your shoulders are on fire but you don’t care. All that
matters is the thick cock driving deeper and deeper inside your ass.

Lady Morley still has your pussy lips in her fangs. Every thrust of
Brisbane’s cock disturbs your sex and a fresh flare of pain shoots through
you. How can you be in so much agony yet still be so turned on?

It doesn’t matter. You turn your attention to licking the Lady’s cold pussy.
That is what her hand on your head is telling you to do and that is all you
need to concern yourself with.

You lick as Lord Brisbane fucks your ass with his monster’s cock. You lick
as Lady Morley bites your pussy with her fangs. You lick as you are trapped
between both of them.

New sensations fill your mind. You feel your mind expand past human
limits. As you are fucked and bitten, you realize that you are a link in a
grand connection.

You feel Lord Brisbane. You experience the tightness of your ass from his
perspective. Every thrust, every clench and every wiggle of your butt drives
him closer to orgasm. The smell of your body fills him with lust and you
understand why he had to mount you in the most intimate way possible.

You feel Lady Morley’s body as well in all its cold perfection. There is a
dampness between her legs and it is because of your tongue. Through her
mouth you feel your pussy and you savor the taste of your own juices
running down her throat.

The three of your groan together. You are all linked. They feel the pain they
inflict on you. You feel the pleasure they derive from your pain. All of you
enjoy the feeling of his hard cock inside your tight asshole. Each of you
drink deeply of the feelings that are being shared among you.

It becomes harder to tell where you start and they begin. You are in pain.
You are being fucked. Your life is draining into Lady Morley’s mouth. Your
flesh is tempting Lord Brisbane’s disturbing hunger. You are going to come.
You are going to die. You are going to take what is yours.

Lady Morley comes first. It isn’t your licking that gets her off. Her mouth is
her true sexual organ and pleasure comes from her sharp teeth.

Lord Brisbane comes next. An unearthly amount of seed enters your tight
ass. It fills your asshole and spills out onto your ass.

You come last. Pain and pleasure transform into a singular bliss. Orgasms
crash into your body, one after another. You come and come and come and
come until your entire existence is just one long orgasm that fades to a quiet
oblivion as your life fades away.

The grisly end.

I fuck them and try to keep their attention on each other.

It is a risky plan. It might just get you killed but then again, you have a
feeling that death is very possible no matter what you do.

Lord Brisbane climbs onto the table first. He looks more wolf than man but
you force yourself to reach for his cock. When you wrap your fingers
around his monstrous member, he stops in his track.

Good, you lower your head down to his cock. You start at the base and take
a long lick of his cock. When you reach the tip, you swirl your tongue
around the head.

He groans with appreciation. His hand goes to your head but you are
already moving away. His fingers close around your hair but you pull with
all your might. You lose a few hairs but you get away.

Lady Morley is standing on the table. She is frowning at you. Your choice
to go to Brisbane first does not please her.

You decide to be just as direct with her. The long fangs scare you but you
press your lips to hers for a kiss. The sharpness of her teeth prick your
tongue but you kiss her as deeply as possible.

The Lady’s mouth is cold but her tongue is receptive. She kisses you back
and her long tongue slithers over yours. You moan into her mouth and she
kisses you harder.

Your hand goes to her breast. It is ice cold. You caress her breast and tease
her nipple with your thumb. It is hard to the touch and you feel the tiniest
bit of warmth there.

Lord Brisbane steps behind you. His hard cock presses against the cheeks of
your ass. Fearful that he might try to enter you, you roll your hips. His cock
is trapped between your buttocks and he groans as you grind.
He reaches around you as you continue to kiss Lady Morley. His monstrous
hands cup your breasts. Sharp claws press against your skin as he squeezes.
The rough pads of his palms press and grind against your nipples.

You try to create more contact between the two. As you kiss Lady Morley,
you pull her closer. Her breasts touch yours with Lord Brisbane’s hands
between you. You reach down and cup the Lady’s cold ass so you can pull
her hips to yours. As you grind with Brisbane’s cock against your cheeks,
you rub your pussy against Morley’s.

She groans in your mouth. You feel her hips move with yours. She reaches
around you to embrace your back and you feel her fingers gliding over
Brisbane’s hairy chest as well.

The two of them grind against you with more passion. Brisbane’s sharp
claws dig into your breasts. Morley’s fangs nip at your lips. They move
together, separated only by your helpless body.

Lord Brisbane growls in your ear. He thrusts hard against your ass. This is
only teasing him. He wants more and he wants it now.

Lady Morley’s hair floats around your head and caresses your cheek. She
gets more aggressive kissing you. Her fangs keep trying to bite down on
your moving tongue. She wants more and she wants it now.

Still holding onto Lady Morley’s ass with one hand, you reach back with
your other hand and grab Lord Brisbane’s hairy ass. Pulling on both, you
sink down to the table. Despite their power, they sink down with you until
you are sitting on the table together.

You break the kiss with Lady Morley and move your head down. Your lips
cover her cold nipple and you suck hard on it. You roll your tongue over the
hard nub of flesh and worship it with your mouth.

Reaching down, you grab a hold of Lord Brisbane’s immense cock. You
wrap your fingers around it and begin to stroke. The Lord groans as you
pump his cock quickly. He thrusts against your hand while his clawed
fingers roam your body.

Lady Morley reaches for your sex. You open your legs for her and her cold
fingers penetrate your pussy. Two fingers slip inside and you clench tightly
around them.

Lord Brisbane’s hairy paw reaches for your sex as well. Not wanting a
fight, you turn slightly and present your ass. His clawed hand immediately
grabs your ass and he squeezes hard. The point of a claw presses teasingly
against the tight circle of your asshole.

It is a delicate dance. Lady Morley fingers you. Lord Brisbane plays with
your ass. You stroke Brisbane’s cock while worshiping Morley’s breast with
your mouth.

You kiss your way down to Lady Morley’s sex. She pulls her fingers out of
you as she leans back. Long white legs spread to expose her smooth sex.
The lips of her pussy are already wet.

Your mouth seals onto Lady Morley’s pussy. Her sex is cold but you push
your tongue inside her. You lick and taste her salty tangy juices. Her pussy
quivers under your tongue.

You lift your bottom towards Lord Brisbane. He grabs your hips roughly
and you feel his cock press against your sex. The cock is too big but it
slides inside you. It fills your tight sex with monstrous dick. You cry out
into Lady Morley’s pussy as she holds your head down.

Lust overwhelms you. Lord Brisbane is fucking your pussy while you lick
Lady Morley. Your mouth is full of pussy and your sex is full of cock. It
doesn’t matter that they are monsters. You are being used and it feels right.

You fight through the desire and go back to your plan. As you lick Lady
Morley, you slip your fingers inside her. Tight pussy muscles contract
around your fingers in a cold vice. You stroke her vigorously as you lick her
less and less.
Lord Brisbane keeps fucking you like the animal that he is. There is no
technique, just the need of a beast. He is rough and vicious and you fight to
keep your senses instead of just laying her and taking it.

As you finger Lady Morley, you move your mouth away from her sex and
onto the cold skin of her hip. She shudders under your lips. The pale
woman is writhing on the table with lust. She reminds you of a serpent as
her body undulates.

Still on your knees, you take a small step forward. As you suspected, Lord
Brisbane moves up to keep fucking you. He is too busy ramming your
pussy to notice.

Kiss by kiss, you move up Lady Morley’s body unto her belly. Your fingers
stay inside her cold pussy as you finger her. Her wet sex clenches tightly
with each thrust.

Inch by inch, you crawl further along Lady Morley’s naked body. With
every step you take, Lord Brisbane follows inside your pussy. He rams you
constantly and seems unaware that you are even moving.

Finally, you reach Lady Morley’s lips. She smiles at you with her fangs.
The red in her eyes is almost hypnotic. You have a strange urge to lower
your face and bare your neck to her.

No, that isn’t part of the plan. Still fingering her, you lower your body onto
hers. Lord Brisbane moves with you. He pounds your pussy as you grind on
top of Lady Morley’s sex.

It is difficult to maintain. The pull of Lady Morley’s eyes grows stronger.

The thrusting of Lord Brisbane makes it hard to focus. You just want to be
fucked and bitten until you come.

You fight through it. Pulling your wet fingers out of Lady Morley, you
reach back and grab the base of Lord Brisbane’s cock. As you suspected, he
pauses long enough for you to edge forward and slip out of him. He growls
menacingly but the growl ends as you redirect his cock into Lady Morley’s
wet sex.

Lady Morley hisses beneath you. The red in her eyes brightens menacingly
but then dim as she lets out a long moan. She shudders as the monster’s
dick pushes fills her cold depths.

Lord Brisbane’s growl turns into a soft moan. He lets go of your hips and
reaches under you. As gracefully as you can, you crawl forward over Lady
Morley’s body. As you retreat, Lord Brisbane grabs the Lady and fucks her
harder.

Just as you crawl over Lady Morley’s face, her hands grab your thighs.
Sharp claws lock around you. She pulls your pussy down to your mouth and
you have no choice but to sit on her face.

She bites your pussy lips. Twin stabs pierce your sex as her fangs lock in.
The pain is overwhelming and you are frozen in place.

Lord Brisbane reaches around and grabs your breast. His claws sink into
your flesh with powerful fingers that squeeze like a vice. He thrusts into
Lady Morley as he holds onto you.

The pain is terrible but there is something else alongside the pain. It is
pleasure. Your pussy is soaking wet after being fucked and though the fangs
hurt, they are somehow stimulating you. You grind on Lady Morley’s face
as you feel your climax coming closer.

The three of you fuck. Lord Brisbane fucks Lady Morley while squeezing
your breast. You ride Lady Morley’s face and fangs while having your
breast crushed. Lady Morley bites your pussy as she gets fucked by Lord
Brisbane.

New sensations fill your mind. As you are groped and bitten, you realize
that you are a link in a grand connection. There is more to your mind than
just your body.
You feel Lady Morley’s body in all its cold perfection. There is a thrusting
pleasure between her thighs that you share. Through her mouth you feel
your pussy and you savor the taste of your juices on her tongue.

You feel Lord Brisbane as well. You experience the tightness of Lady
Morley’s pussy from his perspective. Every thrust, every clench and every
wiggle of her body drives the two of you closer to orgasm. The feel of your
breast trapped in his hand gives him the feeling of dominance and you
relish how hard that makes him.

The three of your groan together. You are all linked. They feel the pain they
inflict on you. You feel the pleasure they derive from your pain. All of you
enjoy the feeling of his hard cock inside her wet sex. All of you enjoy the
exquisite pain of your pussy being bitten. Each of you drink deeply of the
feelings that are being shared among you.

It becomes harder to tell where you start and they begin. You are in pain.
You are being fucked. Your life is draining into Lady Morley’s mouth. Your
flesh is tempting Lord Brisbane’s disturbing hunger. You are going to come.
You are going to die. You are going to take what is yours.

Lady Morley comes first. It wasn’t her sex getting fucked that gets her off,
but the act of biting you. Her mouth is her true sexual organ and pleasure
comes from her sharp teeth.

Lord Brisbane comes next. An unearthly amount of seed enters Lady

Morley’s cold sex. It fills her pussy and spills down her legs.

You come last. Pain and pleasure transform into a singular bliss. Orgasms
crash into your body, one after another. You come and come and come and
come until your entire existence is just one long orgasm that

starts

to

fade
but then life crashes back into you as you fall forward onto the table. Lord
Brisbane released you sometime during his orgasm. Your pussy slides from
Lady Morley’s face and her terrible fangs.

You look at the two of them. He is collapsed on top of her body. You half
expect her to fight but she is not moving. The beast that is Brisbane
shudders in an afterglow-induced nap while Lady Morley is as still as death.

“Fuck, shit,” you whisper. They wore themselves out.

“Very nice,” a voice says. It is the butler! She is standing by the table near
you. Her hand is extended towards you.

“You were watching?” you ask. You take her hand. She helps you as you
crawl off the table.

“I am always watching,” the butler says. “That is what a good butler does.”

You look at her. She is darker than you remember; as dark as a night sky
without stars. The short golden hair seems to glow. The uniform she wears
seems tighter and flows on her body like latex. The same mischievous look
is in her eyes and for some reason, her eyes scare you most of all.

“What are you?” you ask. “Are you a monster like them?”

The butler smiles. “The better question is what are you? Do you know how
many people have fucked both the Lord and Lady and lived to tell of it? No
one. It is quite impressive. That takes a singular skill.”

“Thank you?” you say. It is nice to be complimented. “Can I please your

phone now. I am exhausted.”

“I bet you are,” the butler says. “How about I offer you a room instead? It
has been too long since the house had a slut.”

“Did you just call me a slut?” you ask.

“No, I am offering to call you the Slut,” the butler says. “Your role would
be to submit to everyone and anyone. You will be degraded, humiliated and
fucked in ways you can barely imagine. But where many would be
consumed by others’ lusts, you will survive. No, you will thrive. Used by
everyone, you will find in time that you will be treasured by everyone and
there is power in that, yes indeed.”

Your head is swimming. Is she serious? You know that she is. You just
fucked some beast person and a woman who might be a vampire. There is
no doubt that every word that the butler says is true.

It sounds terrifying. It sounds tempting.

“This offer expires in a few seconds,” the butler says. “Choose now. Are
you the Slut or not?”
What do you say?

I will be the Slut.

I just want to go home.

I will be the Slut.

The butler nods. “Yes, you will,” she says.

She points to her crotch. Her pants are gone. A golden bush of pubic hair
covers her sex. Something glows within a golden light within the hair.

You drop to your knees. Opening your mouth, you take a lick of her sex.
Strange flavors you can’t identity dance on your tongue.

Pussy juice flows into your mouth. The butler grabs your head and presses
you tightly against her sex. She grinds against your mouth and humps your
face.

You keep licking. As you lick, you feel yourself change. Your breasts
become more sensitive. Your sex aches with a hunger to be licked, fingered,
fucked and spanked. Your ass feels neglected because no one is squeezing
or spanking it. A new vitality surges through you and you feel yourself
grow stronger. New thoughts crowd into your mind as you imagine a
thousand ways to find pleasure.

The butler lets go of your head. You keep licking. Your mouth was made for
sucking and fucking.

“Not now, Slut,” the butler says. “Come, let me introduce you to the rest of
the house.”

You reluctantly stop licking. The butler’s juices dry on your face as you
follow her out of the dining room.

She takes you to the Librarian. There you suck his cock while he tells a
filthy story. You finger yourself as you suck, taking care to come only when
his seed fills your mouth.

Next you visit the Cook. You bend over for her as she fills your pussy with
fruit, sausages and a rolling pin. When she can wait no longer, you eat her
ass while she fucks herself to orgasm.

The Perezes are next. They are a strange Hispanic couple that may be
husband and wife or brother and sister. It is not clear as they do not touch
each other as they make you masturbate both at the same time.

After them, you are brought to Boner the Clown. He is a frightening clown
with a giant erection and an endless supply of bizarre sex toys. You ride his
cock as he ties balloon animals around your breasts.

The butler takes you next to the Conservatory. There you lick the
Gardener’s pussy while strange plants violate your mouth, sex and ass. Who
knew that thorny vines could turn you on so much?

The next stop is the Leather Mummy. He is wrapped in leather strips except
for his moaning mouth and hard erection. When you find him, his strips
have tied him to staircase. He is quite helpless and grateful when you ride
his cock to a creamy climax.

After him, you meet the alchemist. She is a crazy woman with strange
potions and stranger body parts that she keeps in a cabinet. You finger her
to orgasm and politely decline her request to remove your ass for a project
of hers.

You are exhausted so the butler shows you to your room. It is a lavish
bedroom filled with dressers that hold every kind of lingerie and sex toy
that you can imagine. This will be your home and where you will practice
your new lifestyle.

“Sleep and rest,” the butler says. “There is still so much more of the house
to explore. You have the maids and the manservants to meet and fuck.
There are other residents like Jack the Knife, Lorelei and her ropes, and
many more. We may even visit the Brute in the cellar though we will need
to be careful. Of course, that isn’t even considering the endless ghosts who
reside here. Sleep well, Slut. Tomorrow will be busy.”
You laugh and collapse onto the bed. The lights go out and you snuggle into
the bed. Your fingers plunge deep in your sex as sleep overtakes you.

That was just the first night in the haunted house. You have many more
nights of being ravished ahead of you.

The slutty end.

I just want to go home.

“Thank you for the offer, but I am going to have to say no,” you say. “This
is too weird for me. I just want to go home.”

The butler shakes her head. She seems to be on the verge of laughing. “I
don’t remember ‘going home’ being one of the options.”

She snaps her fingers. Lady Morley and Lord Brisbane stir. They recoil
from one another and scramble from the table. The beats man growls while
the cold lady hisses.

The butler claps her hands. “Lady, Lord, a meal is ready for you.”

You look around. There is no food. There is just the butler and yourself.

Oh.

“They get so ravenous after sex,” the butler says. She takes a step back and
vanishes. It is like she was never there.

Lord Brisbane and Lady Morley stalk towards you. They lick their lips and
reach out with clawed hands. There is no lust in their eyes or their faces.
There is only hunger.

You turn and run. They pounce on you from behind. Fortunately, they are
too hungry to torment you. A few snapping bites and it is over for you.

It is a shame, really. You had a chance to be ravished forever inside this

haunted house but instead you will be nothing more than an after-dinner
snack.

The munchy end.

I will do the wise thing and return to the back porch.

You close the cellar doors. A feeling of relief comes over you. This was the
right decision. No matter what happens next, it will certainly be preferable
to the doom you just narrowly avoided.

Now you need to get out of this rain. You climb back onto the porch. Rain
drips with every step you take. The wind blows and it goes right through
you. It is too cold to go back to the car. You need to get inside and soon.

But first, you check back on the kitchen window. Peeking in, you see that
the man is still alone. He looks awfully warm in there. You admire his
muscular body and handsome face. Several tempting thoughts cross your
mind.

What about the first window? You sneak over to it and look inside. The
black woman is still gone. Whatever she was riding should be there on the
other side of the table. You could easily climb into the open window and
find out.
What will you do?

I’m going through the lab window and seeing what gave that woman so
much pleasure.

I’m opening the kitchen door and getting up close with the handsome bound
guy.
Grab something and fight the Brute.

Panicking, you reach down and grab the first thing you can find in the
garbage. Your fingers wrap around something thick and heavy. It’s a
flashlight! As the Brute towers above you, you swing it upwards towards
the monster’s face.

WHAM! The flashlight slams into the head of the Brute. There is a
cracking sound as his skull snaps to the left. The Brute stumbles backwards.

Yes! You stand up and swing the flashlight again.

WHAM! The flashlight crashes into the Brute’s head. He stumbles back
another step.

Fuck, you’re winning! Adrenaline courses through you and you swing
again.

The Brute raises an arm. The flashlight slams into the thick mass of muscle.
His other hand moves with amazing speed and he snatches the flashlight
from your hand. He throws it behind him and it shatters against a wall.

The monster glares at you and his lips curl back into a smile.

You go for a kick to his giant cock. Your shoe slams into the white fur of
the Brute’s nuts.

The Brute grunts. No, that wasn’t a grunt. It was a laugh.

“Fuck, shit,” you say.

The Brute grabs your blouse. Sharp nails cut through the material as he rips
it from your body. You try to fight him off but he slaps your hands away and
rips your bra from your body.
You try to crawl away. He grabs you by your pants and lifts you into the air.
Both hands grab the waist of your pants and pulls. RIPP! You fall back to
the ground as he tears your pants from your legs.

How can he be that strong? How can anyone?

He grabs your leg and pulls off your right shoe. Next, he pulls your left
shoe off and that is when he lets go of your leg. You watch as he tears your
shoe in half before throwing it away. Wow, he really doesn’t like shoes.

All that is left is your panties. Before you can get away, he grabs you again.
He pulls your underwear off your body and tosses them aside.

You refuse to give up. Lying on your back, you kick out with both legs.
Your feet slam into Brute’s low hanging hairy balls.

He grunts again. His cock twitches. You think you might have just turned
him on.

The Brute reaches down and grabs your head. Giant fingers encompass
your face as he pulls you to your feet. It is impossible to see with his wide
hand over your face. You swing wildly at his chest it is like punching a
brick wall.

There is a grunt and then you feel the Brute’s face press against your chest.
Sharp teeth nip and bite your breasts. A rough tongue licks your nipple. Spit
covers your breasts as he mouths and slobbers on them

You push on him but you might as well be trying to push a house from you.

The hand holding your face lifts your body into the air. Your feet dangle
above the ground. The strain on your neck is incredible as it supports your
entire body.

The Brute’s mouth travels down your body. He bites your belly. His tongue
licks lasciviously at your belly button.
He lifts you higher and his mouth travels lower. You feel his hot breath on
your sex. His nose grinds against your pussy lips. There is a single flick of
his tongue that sends a shiver through your body.

The Brute snorts into your sex. You are deathly still, uncertain as to what he
is going to do.

He lets you go and you fall hard to the ground. You are lying on your back
on the garbage-covered floor. The Brute towers above you, stroking his
cock. He blocks the light and you can’t see his face but you know what is
coming next.

You yell as he falls on top of you. He grabs your right leg and pins it to his
shoulder. His other hand grabs your throat and squeezes. Stars appear in
front of your eyes as the head of his cock wiggles against your pussy. The
thick head burrows into your sex like a snake and enters you.

“FUCK!” you scream. He is too big. He is too thick. He is too much for
your small pussy.

The Brute fucks you. Your right leg slung over his shoulder, he rams into
you. With your leg like this, your pussy is wide open for the monster’s
cock. He grunts as he fucks; spit falling from his lips onto your naked
breasts.

He tightens his grip around your throat. There is no air for your gasping
lips. You claw at his face but his grip only gets tighter. Darkness clouds
your vision.

His fingers loosen slightly around your throat. You suck in air as he
continues to fuck you. His hard cock is a thrusting snake inside you.

Despite the terror of the situation, your body reacts to his monstrous cock.
You are soaking wet. Your hips rise to meet his cock. Even though it feels
like he is splitting you apart with every thrust, your pussy clenches as you
get closer to orgasm.
The Brute fucks you into the floor. Something sharp is poking your back
but you can do nothing about it. Your ass hurts from the force of his body
grinding you into the hard floor.

He grunts faster. The thick cock twitches inside you. His fingers tighten
again around your throat.

The Brute comes inside you. Hot seed fills your pussy like a firehouse. Seed
splashes out of your overflowing pussy.

Pleasure sweeps through your body. You scream and climax. Another
climax hits you almost immediately. A third climax racks your body. As
you shake with bliss, a fourth climax makes you scream again.

When you fifth climax hits you, it is too much. Dizziness spins you around
and then you fall into darkness.

~~~

You awake with a start. Your pussy aches from the abuse it took. You sit up
and reach between your legs. Dried seed is plastered on your sex and thighs.

There is no sign of the Brute.

Fuck, what was that? You must have passed out. Has that ever happened
during sex? You remember the orgasms, coming so quickly after each other
until your body shut down.

“Fuck, shit,” you whisper.

Your neck hurts. It is tender to the touch. There will be ugly bruises in the
morning.

You struggle to your feet. Your legs are shaky. You are naked but you don’t
care. You should get out of here.
One foot at a time, you make it to the stairs. Step by step, you make it up
the steps. Inch by inch, you force your body to keep going.

The cellar doors are closed. That doesn’t surprise you. Putting your
shoulder to a door, you push.

The door doesn’t move.

Your heart pounds faster. You push harder. It doesn’t move. You try the
other door. It doesn’t move either. You look for a lock or something you
might have missed. There is nothing but two heavy doors that won’t move.

“SHIT!” you yell. You are not going out through here. You need to find
another way out.

You go back down the stairs much quicker than you came up. Fear is a
powerful motivator. You return to the room of garbage and look around.
Out of curiosity, you see if you can find your panties that the Brute tossed.
They are nowhere to be found.

Panties seem to be the only type of clothing that isn’t here in the garbage.

There are two passageways leading out. The way to the left is dark but
maybe there will be more motion-detecting lights up ahead. The way to the
right has a red glow coming from around a corner. The glow flares from
time to time and reminds you of a fire.
Which way do you go in the cellar?

Down the dark hallway to the left.

Down the hallway to the red glow on the right.

Run from the Brute and up the stairs.

The man is big but the way he is hunched over and the slow way that he
walks makes you think that he isn’t very nimble. That is something that you
can take advantage of.

You step over to the right and back away from him. The Brute grins and
lurches towards you. He is stooped over as if from having to carry his
massive shoulders. Or maybe he is weighed down by the thick beast of a
cock that swings between his legs.

When he gets closer but is still out of reach, you make your move. You run
quickly towards the left side of the room and around him. He reaches out
for you but you are too quick. He snarls as you evade him.

You run as fast as you can towards the stairs. Up the steps you go, your
heart pounding in your chest. The Brute snarls and it echoes up the stairs
but you doubt that he will be able to keep up with you.

The cellar doors are closed. That doesn’t surprise you. Not even slowing
down, you put your shoulder forward and ram into the doors.

The doors don’t move. You crash into it and bounce off. Fuck, are they
locked now?

Your heart pounds faster. You try each door separately. Neither of them
moves. You look for a lock or something you might have missed. There is
nothing but two heavy doors that won’t move.

“SHIT!” you yell. You are not going out through here. You need to find
another way out.

Something grabs your head. Large fingers grip and pain explodes along
your skull. It is the Brute! How did he get up here so fast?
The Brute pulls and you are yanked off your feet. He holds onto your head
and starts walking down the stairs. You try to rise but it is impossible. He is
moving too fast and the grip on your head won’t budge.

You are dragged down the stairs. The hard steps are murder on your back,
ass, hips and legs. You hold onto the Brute’s hand and try to pry the fingers
but he is just too strong. It would be easier to pry apart steel.

When you reach the bottom of the stairs, the Brite picks you up and throws
you against a wall. The stone knocks the wind out of you. You gasp for air
and stand there in a daze.

The Brute grabs your throat. Powerful fingers encircle your neck. You gasp
against as he pins you to the wall.

He grabs your blouse with his other hand. RIPPPP! He stabs the cloth with
his sharp nails and pulls down. Your blouse is ripped apart in a matter of
seconds.

“Stop!” you choke. You punch at his chest with your hands. His fingers
tighten and you grab his hand instead. You struggle to breathe.

The Brute grabs your bra. He pulls and the straps dig into your skin. His
powerful hand rips the bra from your body and the fabric snaps. He tosses it
aside.

He lets go of your throat and grabs your pants by the waist. You are too
busy holding your sore throat to fight him. The muscles on his arms surge
as he pulls.

RIPPPP! Your pants rip in two from the incredible power of his arms. Holy
shit! You didn’t think such a thing was possible.

He grabs your waist and slings you over his shoulders. The air is knocked
out of you once more as his shoulder drives into your gut. You feel him
grab one shoe and pull it off your feet. He does the same with your other
shoe.
Next you feel his finger hook into your panties. You expect him to tear it
but no, he pulls them carefully down your legs. Slung over his shoulder,
you don’t fight him because you are afraid of pissing him off.

The Brute takes your panties off and then he grabs you once more by the
waist. He picks you up, spins you around and then slams you back against
the wall. The hard stone flattens your breasts as he presses hard on your
back.

“What do you want?” you cry.

“FUCK!” the Brute says. He kicks your legs apart.

Oh no.

You yell as the head of his cock goes between your legs. It is monstrous in
size. He keeps pressing on your back to pin you to the wall. It is hard to
breathe and stars appear in front of your eyes. His cock wiggles against
your pussy. The thick head burrows into your sex like a snake and enters
you.

“FUCK!” you scream. He is too big. He is too thick. He is too much for
your small pussy.

The Brute fucks you. Pinned against the wall, he rams into you. He lifts you
with every thrust. He grunts as he fucks; spit falling from his lips onto your
bare back

He pushes you harder against the wall. There is no way to expand your
lungs for air. You try to reach something of him to grab but he only presses
harder. Darkness clouds your vision.

The pressure relents as he stops pushing. You suck in air as he continues to

fuck you. His hard cock is a thrusting snake inside you.
Despite the terror of the situation, your body reacts to his monstrous cock.
You are soaking wet. Your hips rock back against him. Even though it feels
like he is splitting you apart with every thrust, your pussy clenches as you
get closer to orgasm.

The Brute fucks you into the wall. The stone scratches your breasts but you
can do nothing about it. Your ass hurts from the force of his body grinding
you into the hard wall.

He grunts faster. The thick cock twitches inside you. His hand pushes
harder on your back.

The Brute comes inside you. Hot seed fills your pussy like a firehouse. Seed
splashes out of your overflowing pussy.

Pleasure sweeps through your body. You scream and climax. Another
climax hits you almost immediately. A third climax racks your body. As
you shake with bliss, a fourth climax makes you scream again.

When you fifth climax hits you, it is too much. Dizziness spins you around
and then you fall into darkness.

~~~

You awake with a start. Your body is slumped against the wall. Your pussy
aches from the abuse it took. You sit up and reach between your legs. Dried
seed is plastered on your sex and thighs.

There is no sign of the Brute.

Fuck, what was that? You must have passed out. Has that ever happened
before during sex? You remember the orgasms, coming so quickly after
each other until your body shut down.

“Fuck, shit,” you whisper.

Your breasts hurt. They are tender to the touch. There will be ugly bruises
in the morning.

You struggle to your feet. Your legs are shaky. You are naked but you don’t
care. You should get out of here.

Out of curiosity, you see if you can find your panties. They are nowhere to
be found.

Panties seem to be the only type of clothing that isn’t here in the garbage.
You do come across your shoes. Both are torn in half. There is nothing for
you to wear.

You make your way to the stairs. Your legs hurt but you force yourself to
climb the steps. Maybe the cellar doors are no longer locked and you can
get the fuck out of here.

It takes forever, but you finally reach the top of the stairs. You push on the
cellar doors. They don’t budge.

A sob falls from your lips. You can’t get out this way. You are trapped down
here.

Fear rises within you. Is the Brute still down here? God, you hope not. He is
too strong. If he wanted to take you again, there is nothing you could do
about it.

You push back on the terror you are feeling. It won’t help you get out of
here. You need to stay positive. Maybe you can find another exit.

Back down the stairs you go. This time you are a little quicker. Fear is an
excellent pain killer.

Back in the room where the Brute attacked you, there are two passageways
leading out. The way to the left is dark but maybe there will be more
motion-detecting lights up ahead. The way to the right has a red glow
coming from around a corner. The glow flares from time to time and
reminds you of a fire.

A fire might be nice. You are naked and it is cold down here. Then again, a
fire might mean someone is there. That someone might be the Brute.
Which way do you go in the cellar?

Down the dark hallway to the left.

Down the hallway to the red glow on the right.

Down the dark hallway to the left.

You start walking. Without windows, the darkness here seems absolute. You
walk carefully and keep your hand on a wall to guide you.

The floor changes. The stone gives way to gravel. You walk slower as the
gravel pokes your bare feet.

The wall changes as well. Instead of the familiar smooth stone, it feels more
like bricks. What does that mean? Are you going somewhere that has been
remodeled?

After a minute of walking in darkness, you feel that you have made a
terrible mistake. There could be traps down here. There could be people
waiting for you. There could be the Brute.

Your pussy clenches. A sudden flush of desire sweeps over you. Your hand
goes your battered pussy and you have an urge to stroke.

What has come over you? Is this a delayed reaction to the multiple orgasms
that you had?

Light flickers ahead. You ignore the strange feelings in your body and keep
walking.

The passage opens into a sort of room. What walls you can see are made of
red bricks. Gravel covers the floor. There are four pedestals with broken
stone feet on them. The rest of the room is littered with broken stone arms,
legs, heads and torsos.

You bend down and look at a stone leg. It has the outline of a large hand
crushed into the stone. Someone broke these statues by hand.

No, not someone. It was the Brute. But why? It doesn’t matter. Maybe he is
an art critic.
The statues are of nude men. Curious, you look around for any sign of their
manhoods. The closest you come is the head of a broken phallus. There is
an awful lot of stone powder though. Could the Brute have ground their
stone cocks to dust to mix with the gravel?

There is only one light in here and the room is large. Careful not to step on
any stone splinters, you walk around the edge of the room to explore it.
Maybe there is a way out.

You come across another passage on the far wall. It is dark but it is as wide
as the one you came through. Hopefully you would find another light if you
go down it.

Wait, you heard something. It sounds like people are whispering. It is hard
to tell what they are saying because of echoes. Sometimes you feel like the
whispering people are right next to you, which makes your inability to
understand them more frustrating.

Still, the Brute never whispered. He grunted. These people must be

someone else. Maybe they can help you get out of here.

Then again, if they are here in the cellar, maybe they are friends with the
Brute. Instead of escaping, you might be going straight to the people who
have you trapped here.

You keep exploring the room. It isn’t long before you discover another
passage. This one is equally as dark but there are no sounds coming from it.
You take a few steps and notice that it seems a bit colder. Does that mean
that it leads outside? You wish you knew more about basements and cellars
to know.
How do you leave the room of broken statues?

I go down the quiet tunnel.

I go down the tunnel with the whispering.

Down the hallway to the red glow on the right.

The hall itself is quite dark. You walk slowly and keep your hand on one
wall for guidance. The glow is a lot further away than you first thought. It
seems like you walk for a long time before you come anywhere close to the
red glow.

The floor changes under you. It goes from hard stone to smooth
cobblestones. Some of the stones are uneven and it is almost a blessing that
you are barefoot. If you ran down this hall in your shoes, you would trip for
sure.

The wall changes too. The smooth concrete gives way to wooden planks.
There are gaps where the planks are missing and you feel soft earth on the
other side. It makes you wonder if cave-ins are possible.

The passage gets hotter. Sweat trickles down your naked body. There is a
heaviness in the air from the heat.

You finally reach the end of the passage. It opens into a room surrounded in
bricks. A large metal furnace sets in the middle of the room. Two naked
women throw coal into the furnace. They use their bare hands and curse as
they work.

Before you get their attention, you see as much as you can from the dark
passage. There are two other ways leading out of here. against the wall is a
chute where coal has slid down. The chute looks too narrow to climb up.

“Hello?” you say when you have seen enough.

The women jump. They stop what they are doing and come closer to you.
The tall one gets close to your hair and sniffs it. The shorter one stares at
your sex, shaking her head sadly.

As they study you, you study them. They are both filthy and naked. Sweat
streaks through the dirt on their body. They both have an intense smell that
is a mix of sweat, coal and come.

The tall woman is a dark olive color and her long hair is a tangled and
knotted. Something glistens on her cheeks and you realize that it is dried
semen. Ugly bruises cover her neck and look like handprints.

The short woman is of Asian descent. Her hair is in a braid that comes
down past her ass. She plays with the braid, slapping it against her hairy
sex.

“Can you help me?” you say. “My car broke down and I came to the house.
I heard screams and I-“

“You heard screams and you came into the cellar?” the tall woman says.
“Did you hear that? She heard the screams and she came down here! She
belongs here!”

“No, no,” you say. “I was, uh, seeing if someone needed help.”

“Liar!” the tall one snaps.

“Hush,” the short one says. “It doesn’t matter her reason. She is here now.”

“Yes,” you say. “And I am trying to get out. Can you help me?”

The short woman grabs your hips and bends down to smell your sex. She
nuzzles your pussy with her nose and you feel her tongue lick you.

“Hey!” you say, pushing her back.

The short woman licks her lips. A tremor runs through her. She pinches one
of her nipples while she strokes herself. “There is no escape for you. Not
now. The Brute has claimed you.”

“Claimed you!” the tall one says. “Lucky girl!”

“What do you mean by claiming me?” you say. “Yeah, that thing fucked me
but I am no man’s woman.”

A bell rang beside the furnace. Both women rush over to it. The short one
opens the furnace door and throws coal into it. The tall woman goes to the
chute and carries coal to the furnace.

“Must keep the furnace hot, yes,” the tall woman says.

“Why?” you ask. “Does the Brute make you do it?”

They both laugh. “Not the Brute, the butler,” the short woman says. “If we
keep the furnace hot, then they let us come out of basement. They
promised!”

“Yes, they promised!” the tall woman says.

“Look, I just want to get out of here,” you say. “The cellar doors are closed.
I guess they are locked. Is there another way out of here?”

“Only one way out!” the tall woman says. She points at the passage to your
right. “That leads to the door. The door opens to the house! One day they
will let us out. One day we will be good!”

“Really?” you say, pointing to the passage. “There is a door that leads out
of here?”

“It is locked,” the short one says. “Knock and someone might answer. They
won’t open it though.”

“Maybe they will for me,” you say. “I don’t belong here.”

Both laugh. “We all belong here now!” the tall woman says.

“You would have better luck that way,” the short woman says. She points to
the other passage.
“What’s that way?” you say.

“The altar,” the tall woman says. She looks fearful. “It is very bad. Terrible
things happen there. The Nameless Ones are there.”

“Who are they?” you ask.

“The Nameless Ones are those without names. They can go wherever they
want. The house, the yard, the cellar and the attic are nothing to them. The
Lord told me that they even go to the Mobius room! If anyone can get you
out, they can.”

“Too dangerous,” shouts the taller woman. She hisses as she burns herself
on the furnace.

The bell rings again and the women wail. They throw coal into the furnace
with a fury. They are too busy to answer any more of your questions.

The furnace flares and you step back from the heat. Sweat is pouring down
your body and you are ready to go. It is just a matter of picking which
escape route sounds better.
Where do you go?

Down the passage that leads to the locked door.

Down the passage that leads to the Nameless Ones.

I go down the quiet tunnel.

Once more, you walk into darkness. You are getting braver about this sort
of thing. One hand on the wall, you walk quickly down the dark hall.

The gravel goes away and now there is dirt. Thank goodness; the dirt is
much easier on your feet than the gravel. The unseen brick wall changes as
well. Now there is just dirt.

Could this be some sort of dirt tunnel? Maybe it means you are out of the
basement and on some sort of natural path through the earth? With any
luck, maybe the Brute doesn’t come here.

The temperature continues to drop. It is unsettling. Oddly, the wall isn’t

cold at all and neither is the ground. The air itself is cold even though there
is no breeze.

You begin to daydream about heat as you keep walking. A fireplace would
be nice right about now. A hot shower would be even better. You think
about coats, blankets and warm beds.

Know what would really warm you up? The Brute. His hot cock could
warm you from the inside. Powerful arms could hug your cold body and
keep you hot as his cock shot hotter seed into your tight sex.

You stop in your tracks. Where did that thought come from? Juices drip
from your pussy and down your legs. You catch yourself breathing harder.
Your cheeks are flushed. Are you really fantasizing about that monster?

Light flares ahead. Finally! Eager to get out of the darkness, you start
running towards the light.

You turn a corner and enter a dead end. Dozens of holes dot the walls. Each
hole has a grinning skull looking out from it.
You scream. There is a terrible smell in the air. It is death. Most of the
skulls look old but some of them have a few scraps of flesh left.

“Fuck, shit,” you babble. You are shaking from head to toe. What is this
place? A graveyard? A trophy room? Something worse?

You force yourself to look closer. How did they die? The skulls look mostly
intact. Some are missing teeth but they don’t look like they died violently.
Of course, it is hard to tell with a skull. Just because the skull is intact
doesn’t mean they weren’t choked or stabbed.

This is too much to take. What has happened to you so far is horrible
enough but these skulls are too close of a reminder of the danger you are
facing in this damned cellar.

There is a grunt behind you. You spin around and see the Brute is standing
there. He is hunched over, grabbing his dick with both hands. Fuck, his
cock looks even bigger than last time. He looks you up and down, stroking
his cock faster and faster.

You take the moment to study him. There are scars on his body that you
hadn’t seen before. They remind you of stretch marks. His hair is white but
with a thickness you don’t associate with age. Having experienced how
strong he is, you look at the muscles that ripple under his skin with a new
appreciation.

“FUCK,” the Brute grunts. He staggers towards you.

“No, no,” you say as he closer. He plans to fuck you in front of these
grinning skulls.

Despair sweeps over you but also desire. The two emotions confuse you.
This is a place of death; how can you possibly be thinking of fucking? No,
you need to get out of here. Maybe if you fought him, you could take him
by surprise long enough to run away? Or maybe you should do something
sneaky so you can run past him?
What do you do?

I grab a skull, throw it at him and then run away.

Pretend I want to fuck him and then run past him.

I go down the tunnel with the whispering.

Whispering means people and people can give you some answers. You are
tired of stumbling in the dark. It is time you found out what the fuck is
going on here.

You go down the dark passage way. The gravel forces you to walk slowly
but after what feels like an hour, the ground changes. You are now walking
on soft wooden boards. Something drips on you and you think that it is
water. This place must have leaks.

You turn one corner and then another and then a third before you see light.
The passage opens into a small room with a single light. There is a filthy
looking naked pale woman standing by a table. Is she who you heard
whispering?

The room is different than what you have seen down here. Red wood
paneling covers the walls. Dirty rugs cover the floor. There is a small table
with an empty bottle on it. Against the far wall are cabinet doors. There are
two other passages leading out of here.

You wait in the darkness to watch the woman. The dirt on her is appalling.
Her hair is black and goes down to her bare ass. She eats a corn cob with
one hand while the other hand is stroking her hair sex.

“She said that I stole the dildo but it wasn’t me,” the woman mutters. “I
stole the paddle but they never noticed it missing. I got the blame for the
dildo and that isn’t fair.”

Yes, she is the one you have been hearing. Her voice is small and hoarse.
She finishes the corn cob and drops it on the small table. Her hand keeps
stroking herself.

You walk into the light. The naked woman looks surprised to see you but
she keeps stroking her pussy. The wet sound of her sex is very distracting.
“Hello,” you say. You give her your name. “What’s your name?”

“Cunt,” the woman says and she laughs. “That is the only thing he calls me
so I guess that is the only name I have anymore.”

You nod. Her eyes look a little wild. Ugly bruises cover her body. They
look like the brute’s hand prints.

“My car broke down,” you say. “I saw the house and I came to see if I can
use the phone. Uh, I heard a scream so I went around the back. I saw the
cellar doors and-“

The woman laughs. “And you came downstairs. Wow, you’d be surprised
how many people do that. Yes, so many people. The men he kills but the
women, the women he keeps.”

“I have so many questions, I don’t know where to start,” you say.

“No!” the woman snaps. “Questions are bad! That is all she asks, questions,
questions, questions! Only two questions! Yes, that is the rule! You can ask
me two questions and no more! No, must save my voice. I must save it for
him.”

Damn, two questions. Well, the first one is easy.

“How do I get out of here?” you ask.

“She said that she wants out of here,” Cunt says. “Find the furnace. It is
easy to find. Keep walking and you will see it. At the furnace are stairs. At
the stairs is a door. The door is locked, always locked since HE came and
locked it will stay but maybe the door will open. Maybe if you beg,
someone will answer on the other side. The lock is there! I have seen it. She
has seen it. All it would take is one turn of the knob and you could go
through. Out the door you can go but close it quick behind you. Can’t let
the Brute out. No! That is bad.”
The woman stops talking. That is a lot to process. You need to find this
furnace and the stairs. So what if the door is locked, you can bust it open. It
might take a while but what else are you going to do down here?

“She said one more question,” Cunt babbles. That’s right. You have another
question. What will it be?
What do you ask the mad woman?

What is the Brute?

How did Cunt get trapped here?

Down the passage that leads to the locked door.

The door sounds like your best bet. You are sure that once you get
someone’s attention, you can convince them to let you out. It will be
embarrassing to explain what you are doing in the cellar in the first place,
but surely, they will let you out when they realize you don’t belong there.

The passage is pitch dark. It takes an act of faith to walk into the all-
encompassing black. You keep one hand on the wall as you walk so you
don’t get lost.

After a few minutes of walking, you start to get worried. How far do these
tunnels go? The house was large but it didn’t seem this big. Could you be
leaving the confines of the house all together?

The ground beneath your feet changes. It feels like old carpet. There are
holes and you feel soft wood underneath. The wood on the walls disappear
and there is just solid rock under your hand.

Can the Brute see in the dark? Why did you have to think about that? Now
you wonder if the Brute is following you, waiting for another moment to
attack you.

A shiver goes down your back. Dampness flushes in your pussy. Would it
be so bad if the Brute was here? He could fuck you up against one of these
hard walls. You would scream as he pounded you to another climax.

Whoa! Where did that thought come from? How could you possibly be
fantasizing about that monster?

A light comes to life up ahead. The light is set high and back, illuminating a
door that stands at the top of some stairs.

The foot of the stairs is right in front of you. Good, you would have tripped
without that light. That might be the first lucky break you have had tonight.
The steps are wooden and they creak as you put your weight on them. Up,
up, up you go. The stairs keep going and you keep climbing them. How far
down were you? The stairs at the cellar door didn’t seem this deep. Maybe
the passage ways slope.

You reach the top of the stairs. A heavy steel door stands in front of you.
There are dents in the door, large ones. It is easy to imagine they come from
the Brute’s fists.

There is a slot in the door, about five feet up. A small door seals the slot on
the other side. Maybe they use it to see who is at the door.

As hard as you can, you knock on the door. The sound booms down the
staircase. You wince but you keep knocking.

The slot slides open. “What do you want?” a man’s voice snaps.

You bend down to face the slot. Bright eyes surrounded by wrinkles look
back at you.

“Please, let me out of here!” you say. “I came through the cellar doors and I
got trapped here! Please, I am sorry for trespassing but I just want to get out
of here.”

“Calm down, calm down,” the man says. “Trespassing? Oh dear, that is too
bad. We don’t like trespassers but the cellar is too much. Of course, I will
let you out.”

“Oh, thank you!” you say.

The man’s eyes disappear from the slot. You see a wooden hallway through
the slot. How nice would it be to be back inside a normal house instead of
this cursed cellar?

There is clicking sounds from the other side of the door. It starts high and
then the clicking slowly travels down towards waist height. Are those
locks? There sure are a lot of them!
The man’s eyes return at the slot. “Just one lock left,” he says.

“Open it please,” you say.

“Why sure,” the man says. “Just I think I deserve a treat for doing so. Why
don’t you push your tit through the slot and let old Jimmy have a lick of
your nipple?”

“What?” you say. “You’re blackmailing me to let me out?”

Jimmy laughs. “Trust me, a little titty is nothing compared to what the
Brute will do to you. What’s it be? I got chores to do. Do you want out or
not?”

It figures. You just knew the people in this house were perverts and here is
your proof. They are probably sadists too. If you do stick your nipple
through the slot, who’s to say he will be satisfied with just licking it. He
might hurt you too.

Then again, there is just one lock left between you and getting away from
the Brute. Can you take the chance by refusing him?
How badly do you want to get through that door?

Bad enough to stick my nipple through that slot.

Not bad enough to trust some pervert with my breast.

Down the passage that leads to the Nameless Ones.

You leave the furnace room and head down the passage that the women
pointed out. The tunnel is dark and the light from the furnace room quickly
fades. You are almost getting used to walking in darkness but it is
unsettling. The ground beneath you changes to what feels like sand. The
walls have a rough texture that is abrasive. It makes for an uncomfortable
walk.

The tunnel turns to the left but luckily you have your hand on a wall to help
guide you. There is another turn to the right and then another to the left.
Since you can only keep a hand on one wall at a time, you start to worry
that you are missing other branches.

You hear chanting. It is hard to make out the words. There is a rhythm to
the chanting that makes your nipples hard. The pace of the chant reminds
you of the moans of sex.

Around another corner you see light up ahead. The passage opens into a
large area with sand on the floor. The walls are made of yellow stone. There
are people with their backs towards you. You count twelve people. All of
them are wearing purple robes. They are the source of the chanting.

“Gods of Flesh, Gods of Pleasure, give us your wisdom!

Take this moan, take this cock, take this cunt!
Gods of Pain, Gods of Joy, give us your wisdom!
Take this moan, take this cock, take this cunt!”

Your eyes are drawn to the center of the room. The robed people surround a
large block of stone. Rings of metal have been hammered into the four
corners and you can’t shake the feeling that they are to help tie someone
down.

Maybe you made a mistake coming here.

“Stop!” a voice cries out from the robed people. One of them is pointing at
you. “We have an intruder!”

They turn as one towards you. Their robes are open and you see that they
are naked men and women of all shapes and colors. The hoods hide most of
their faces except for their sensuous mouths.

“Gods be praised, we have been granted a sacrifice!” one of the robed

women says.

“No, she is tainted!” a robed man says. “We must fuck her to purify this
sacred place!”

“Send her away!” another robed woman yells.

“Wait!” one says and the others become quiet. “Learn before you exhaust
your seed, that is what the Three-Breasted One taught us. We shall let her
tell us why she is here.”

The robed figures nod in unison. Apparently, they agree.

“Hello, sorry to interrupt you,” you start. “My car broke down and I came
to the house for help. Before I could knock on the door, I heard screams
from the cellar. I thought someone was in trouble so I came to investigate.
Now I am stuck here. Some women told me that you could get me out of
here. Is that possible?”

“She is naked,” a robed woman says. “She has been claimed by the Brute.
We should leave her to her fate.”

“She is a seeker of knowledge,” a robed man says. “She entered the most
dangerous part of the House to learn secrets!”

“She has a nice ass,” a robed woman says. “She would make a welcome
addition to our orgy.”
“This will end in pain,” a robed man says. “It is not wise to anger the
Brute.”

“We have never taken one of the Brute’s sluts,” a robed man says. “She may
have qualities that will add to our mana.”

“It would be a risk,” a robed woman says. “If it ends in pain or pleasure, we
would still learn something.”

“Agreed,” all the robed people say together.

“What is agreed?” you ask. “Are you taking me out of here?”

A robed woman approaches you. She is thick and her robe clings to her
curves. “We can take you from here but only as one of us. Join the
Nameless Ones and you will be free of this cellar.”

“Join you?” you ask. “What does that mean?”

“It means that you will give up your Name in pursuit of ultimate sexual
magic,” the robed woman says. “It means you will discover the secrets of
the Sixty-Nine Deities. It means you will transcended your mortal
limitations and experience pleasures undreamed of. It is a rare honor but we
grant it to you because you were curious enough to come down into this
cursed place and you do have a nice ass. Do you accept?”

Fuck. You just wanted to get out of the cellar, not join some weird sex cult.
This isn’t what you wanted at all.

You are about to refuse when you think of the alternative. Do you really
want to be trapped down here with the Brute? You think about the women
at the furnace. There were filthy and maybe a little insane. Will you end up
the same way? Maybe joining a sex cult will be a lot better than getting
fucked forever in this cellar.
Do you accept the offer of the Nameless Ones?

I decline their offer.

I accept their offer.

I am ignoring any sense of self-preservation that I have and going
through those cellar doors.

You step out into the rain. The wind howls and sends a chill down your
spine. The handles on the cellar doors are made of iron and are freezing to
the touch. They are much colder than the wind or the rain.

Grabbing both handles, you pull open the doors. A musty smell washes
over you despite the rain. It smells like sex, a lot of it. You cover your face
with the top of your blouse to block the smell.

There are steps leading down. They are made of stone and are unusually
wide. Lightning flashes and you see a woman’s shoe that appears to be torn
in half. It sits alone at the top of the steps.

You wonder what tore the shoe in half. Where is the matching shoe? For
that matter, what happened to the person wearing the shoe?

There is another scream. With the doors open, the scream is much louder. It
is a horrible sound that goes right to your bones and makes your arms
shake. The scream slowly dies off and turns into a moan.

The moan is almost as horrible as the scream. It is so loud. It is a primal

sound like someone climaxing but the moan is longer than the scream was.
What is going on down there?

The moan suddenly stops. You listen but all that you hear is the rain.

You are still standing at the entrance to the cellar. The rain is soaking
through your clothes. It is cold outside but you haven’t taken a single step
down these stairs.

A dire feeling rises within you. This is a terrible idea. There was the moan
of pleasure but you can’t forget that scream. Something horrible lurks in
this cellar. You should turn back now rather than face whatever terror is
there.
You look back at the house. The kitchen door is there. The light is still
shining from the lab window. Maybe you should go there and explore those
areas. Neither of those choices make you quake in fear.

The cellar steps descend into darkness. Deep down, you know nothing good
will come of going into the cellar. If you go down there, you only have
yourself to blame.
Where will you go?

I will do the wise thing and return to the back porch.

I will ignore every warning that I am feeling and go down into the cellar.
I will ignore every warning that I am feeling and go down into the
cellar.

You carefully walk down the steps. For safety’s sake, you keep the cellar
doors open behind you. It lets the rain in but you don’t like the idea of
having to open those doors from this side if you are in a hurry.

The stairs lead down into darkness. You are afraid to go any further when
an electric light flickers to life. More steps stretch down in front of you.
Maybe the light was triggered by a motion detector. You keep going down
the stairs.

When you reach the bottom of the stairs, more electric lights come to life. A
large room is revealed with garbage scattered on the floor. The walls are
stone and various pipes run along the ceiling. There are smashed bulbs
where other lights used to hang so that now only two are still working.
There are two tunnels leading out of here, one to the left and one to the
right.

You bend down and look at the garbage. Most of it is clothes that have been
ripped apart. There are more torn shoes. Here and there you find purses
with jagged rips through them.

Something is scrawled on the wall in red lipstick. It reads, “Obey the

Brute!”

There is another message beside it. The writing style is different is in

something darker than lipstick. It reads, “The Brute is!”

The Brute is what? You wonder if the writer was interrupted but no, there is
the exclamation mark.

You look closer at the walls. There are other messages.

“Fuck me!”
“Tell Jack I don’t love him anymore, Brenda.”

“The trees kill.”

“The Brute likes me best- Helen.”

“My car broke down. I came here July 6th, 1997. Erica Clark.”

“I need you Brute!”

“I hate you fuck me.”

“RUN!”

“The Nameless Ones can help.”

“The power of the Brute cock the taste of his seed.”

There are more messages but light doesn’t reach this far on the wall. What
does any of it mean? How many people have come to this cellar?

Your foot kicks something hard. You pick up a torn shirt to see what you
kicked.

It is a human skull. The top of the skull has a hole where something
punched through it.

“Fuck, shit!” you yell. That’s it. Your instincts were right. It was a bad idea
to come down here.

A slamming sound comes from the direction of the stairs. It must be the
cellar doors!

You run to the foot of the stairs and look up. There is a man coming down
the stairs. He is naked and hunched over like some sort of animal. Thick
white hair hangs from his head. A heavy brow almost hides his eyes and his
flat nose appears to be flaring. He is snarling as he comes down the stairs.
The rest of his body is just as threatening. Muscles ripple under his skin like
a body-builder. His fingers are extraordinarily long and end in hooked
fingernails. A trail of white hair runs down his chest and into the thick pelt
of his manhood.

The cock is just as monstrous as he is. It is huge and fully erect. The head is
wide and looks like it would choke a normal person. It swings between his
legs like a weapon. The tip is glistening with pre-come.

“Fuck, shit,” you groan as you back away.

The man reaches the bottom of the stairs. He stares at you and grins. Jagged
teeth line his mouth. He points at you and grabs his cock. The giant member
throbs and you swear that it gets bigger.

Could this be the Brute? It certainly fits the description of one. You can
barely see his eyes but there is an air of hostility in the way that he moves.
Talking to him is not an option. Every nerve in your body is screaming at
you to run or fight this monster.

The Brute runs towards you. He holds onto his cock as he runs. This beast
of a man is reaching out for you!
Quick! What are you going to do?

Grab something and fight the Brute.

Run from the Brute and up the stairs.

I grab a skull, throw it at him and then run away.

You spin around and grab the first skull in reach. It is heavier than you
expected but that is good. It will hurt more when you throw it.

The Brute comes closer and you throw the skull at his face. The skull
smashes onto the Brute’s flat nose. He stops in his tracks and lets out a
small sound. He’s blinking furiously. You stunned him!

Now is your chance! You duck down and try to race under his arms. Your
own arms are tucked close to your sides as you try to make yourself as
narrow as possible.

The Brute is surprisingly fast. His arm swings out and his fist catches you in
the stomach. Pain explodes in your belly as you come to a dead stop. You
stumble back, choking for air and wincing in pain.

As you stumble back, the Brute bends over and grabs you by your thighs.
He pulls and you fall backwards onto the cold dirt. Your head hits hard and
stars explode across your vision.

The Brute holds onto your legs and spreads them. Your shoulders drag in
dirt as he pulls you to him. The head of his cock wiggles against your pussy.
The cock is slick and you realize he has been fucking someone very
recently.

“No,” you groan but the Brute ignores you. Holding your thighs, he pulls
you onto his cock. The thick head pushes back inside you and stretches you
once more.

You cry out. He is still too big. He is still too thick. It is amazing that you
survived the first fucking but the angle is all wrong this time. Your head and
shoulders is on the ground while he holds your pelvis to his standing crotch.

But still, you clench around him. It hurts to have him inside you but your
legs are already trying to wrap around him to get him deeper inside you.
Your hips roll as you try to fuck him.

“WET!” the Brute grunts and it is true. Your pussy is not only wet, it is
soaking wet. You wanted to escape but there is nowhere else that your
pussy would rather be.

The Brute fucks you. His hips ram like a jackhammer. The thick cock
batters you from the inside. Spittle falls form his leering lips and fall on
your pussy.

The rest of your body shakes from the fucking. You claw at the dirt ground.
Your breasts jiggle at the unnatural angle. You roll your head from side to
side as you scream your distress and moan your pleasure.

The skulls watch on silently as you are fucked. Does the dead envy your
fucking or do they pity your plight?

The Brute fucks you harder. His heavy balls collide into your ass. The hair
on his head bounces from the force of his thrusts.

Your neck hurts from the weird angle. The tight grip on your thighs make
your legs ache. Your pussy is sore from being so roughly used.

The cock wiggles inside you. It expands and your pussy is stretched further.
The cock grows unbearably hot and then there is the molten release of seed
deep in your sex.

You cry out as you climax. Pleasure hits you as hard as the Brute’s
unrelenting cock. Your orgasm comes as soon as the first load of the Brute’s
seed fills your pussy.

The cock shoots another load and you come again. More seed enters your
pussy and you come a third and fourth time. Seed falls from your
overstuffed pussy as you come a fifth, sixth and seventh time.

You try to scream your orgasms but there is no more air left. Your body is a
twitching, climaxing organism. Pleasure convulses your body and you bang
your head on the hard ground. Darkness embraces you and your mind fails
as pleasure pours into it.

~~~

You awake with a start. You are on your back. Something thick and warm
oozes out of your sex.

It is semen. The Brute stuffed you full of his seed and now it is leaking
from your lips.

Your thighs are sore. There are bruises where he gripped your legs. You
reach between your legs. Your pussy is soaking wet. It is sensitive to the
touch but in a good way. A warm afterglow fills your pelvis.

How did you come so much? It was the seed. Once he came, you came.

You shake your head and stand up. The light is still on and you are in the
dead end with the skulls. The chill in the air is unnerving. It is time to get
away from here.

Back down the passageway you go. You keep one hand on the wall as you
walk back into darkness. The passage seems longer this time and you walk
quite a way before you see the light of the statue room up ahead.

Before you step into the statue room, you think that you see something
move. Terror gripes you and you freeze in your tracks. You don’t think you
could survive another encounter with the Brute, not so soon.

Your pussy clenches in disagreement. You are stunned by the flush of heat
between your legs. How could your body possibly be turned on by the
thought of that monster?

You wait in the dark passage and keep watch. There! Someone is in there
but they are much smaller than the Brute. She is naked and clearly a
woman. She has brown skin and it is like a shadow under the dim electric
light.
What should you do? Maybe she is trapped down here like you. If that is
true, perhaps the two of you could work together in getting out of here.

Then again, what if she is not a prisoner? What if she wants to be down
here? She might be down here looking for you. If she knows that you are
here, maybe she will call the brute down on you.
Do you want to talk to this naked woman in the cellar?

No, I will stay quiet until she leaves.

Yes, I approach her and try to talk to her.

Pretend I want to fuck him and then run past him.

“Hey, I have been looking for you,” you lie. Your walk towards him; your
hips swinging wildly with every step. Putting on your best smile, you reach
out for him.

The Brute grunts and continues to shamble towards you. He holds onto his
cock with both hands, perhaps confidant that you will soon be impaling
yourself on it. That’s good, you want his hands busy.

As you get closer, you drop down to one knee. You lick your lips and reach
out for his cock. Your other hand grabs your breast and squeezes.

The Brute rushes towards you. He is still holding onto his cock as you jump
from your coiled position and run past him. Sharp nails graze your shoulder
but you are running free before he can get a grip.

You run as fast as you can. The ground is hard on your bare feet but it
doesn’t matter. You run into the dark tunnel, hoping the Brute can’t see in
the dark.

There is a roar behind you. It makes your stomach sink and your pussy
clench.

You keep running.

Loud booms echo down the hall. It is the sound of his feet as he chases you.
His large bulk is shaking the passage as he runs.

You run faster.

There is light up ahead. It must be the statue room! If you get there, you can
take one of the two other ways out and you might lose the Brute. You’re
going to make it!
The Brute grabs your hair and pulls. You fly backwards and hit the ground,
knocking the wind out of you. Your head slams on the dirt and stars explode
in front of your eyes. You are stunned and out of breath.

The monster drags you back down the passage by your hair. The dirt
scratches your body as you are dragged over it. You scalp is on fire from
having your entre weight being pulled by your hair.

This is unbearable. You struggle to get to your feet. The Brute pulls harder
and you go off your feet again. He drags you quicker down the hall.

There is light again. The air is cold. You are back in the skull room.

The Brute pulls up on your hair. You cry out as you scramble to your feet.
He lifts you up and keeps lifting. You are suspended above the ground.

You scream. The pressure on your scalp is incredible. Is your hair going to
get ripped out by the roots?

SLAP! The Brute slaps you. The force is incredible and your head snaps
around. A stinging fire flares on your cheek.

SLAP! He backhands you. It is just light taps for him but it is like getting
hit with a flying wall. A matching fire burns on your other cheek.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! A flurry of slaps smacks you around. Your head
snaps back and forth while he still holds you in the air by your air.

The Brute drops you. The ground rushes up to you and you collapse. Your
face burns. It is hard to focus. Your hair feels like it is on fire.

“DON’T RUN!” the Brute grunts.

You nod and try to sit up. The room is spinning too much.

The Brute lunges for you. He grabs your head with both hands. Intense
pressure grips your skull and you fear that he might crush your head. He
pulls you down until you fall to your knees in front of his hard cock that
you just kicked.

“Fuck you!” you yell.

He slams your head into his crotch. The thick head of his cock rams against
your mouth and forces your jaws open. Hard cock fills your mouth and hits
the back of your throat.

You bite down as hard as you can. It is like trying to bite stone. He doesn’t
even pause as he thrusts deep down your throat.

“FUCK YOU,” The Brute says in an unnatural voice.

He fucks your face. His powerful hands keep your head pinned as he uses
your mouth. The cock is too big for your mouth and the head chokes you
with every thrust. Hairy balls slam hard against your face.

You push hard against his thighs but it is like trying to push away a wall.
Desperate, you punch the thick sack of his balls but it doesn’t even slow
him down. Your nails dig into his thighs and scratch grooves into his flesh.
You can’t help but notice that his legs are already scarred by the nails of
previous woman.

The Brute keeps fucking your face. His cock rams your mouth and throat.
Your head is nothing but a rag for him to jack his cock.

You gag and choke but he keeps going. You can’t breathe and he doesn’t
slow down. You punch at him but he keeps fucking your face.

He grunts harder. The cock throbs wildly in your mouth as if it was alive.
There is an urgency to the speed in which he fucks your face.

The cock ejaculates. Thick seed fill your mouth. It is too much. It goes
down your throat like a flood.
You choke. The Brute keeps fucking your face as you gag on his cock. You
are drowning in come.

There is a tingling sensation all over your body. Your pussy feels like it is
on fire. A warm euphoria sweeps over your body.

You climax as the Brute keeps coming down your throat. Your pussy isn’t
even being touched but you are coming and coming hard.

The Brute keeps pounding your face. More come gushes out of his inhuman
cock. How much does he have? Didn’t he just fuck you not so long ago?

Pleasure keeps exploding in your body. You come again and then again.
Another orgasm hits followed quickly by another.

It is overwhelming. You can’t breathe but you also can’t stop coming. The
Brute is using your face as he pumps your climaxing body full of his seed.
Darkness surrounds your vision and you once more fall into oblivion.

~~~

You awake with a start. You can breathe and you roll over onto your side.
Seed gushes out of your mouth and onto the floor. You cough as you fight
to clear your throat of the sticky thick semen.

Your throat is raw. There is a thick feeling in your stomach like you over-
ate. You touch your lips and wince. They are tender to the touch. Your jaw
is even worse. It aches and you doubt it will ever feel right again.

You reach between your legs. Your pussy is soaking wet. It is sensitive to
the touch but in a good way. A warm afterglow fills your pelvis.

How was that possible? How did he make you come by fucking your
mouth? It was the seed. Once he came, you came.

You shake your head and stand up. The light is still on and you are in the
dead end with the skulls. The chill in the air is unnerving. It is time to get
away from here.

Back down the passageway you go. You keep one hand on the wall as you
walk back into darkness. The passage seems longer this time. Eventually
you see the light of the statue room up ahead.

Before you step into the statue room, you think that you see something
move. Terror gripes you and you freeze in your tracks. You don’t think you
could survive another encounter with the Brute, not so soon.

Your pussy clenches in disagreement. You are stunned by the flush of heat
between your legs. How could your body possibly be turned on by the
thought of that monster?

You wait in the dark passage and keep watch. There! Someone is in there
but they are much smaller than the Brute. She is naked and clearly a
woman. She has brown skin and it is like a shadow under the dim electric
light.

What should you do? Maybe she is trapped down here like you. If that is
true, perhaps the two of you could work together in getting out of here.

Then again, what if she is not a prisoner? What if she wants to be down
here? She might be down here looking for you. If she knows that you are
here, maybe she will call the Brute down on you.
Do you want to talk to this naked woman in the cellar?

No, I will stay quiet until she leaves.

Yes, I approach her and try to talk to her.

No, I will stay quiet until she leaves.

Hiding in the darkness you watch the woman. You only hope that none of
the lights come on and reveal your presence. She might not take well to
being spied on.

The woman is bent over as she walks. You think that you hear her sniffing.
Is she trying to smell something? Is she trying to smell you?

She lets out a yelp of joy. She picks up a piece of a statue and walks over to
the light to study it. There is another yelp of joy and then brings the
fragment to her mouth. She licks the statue piece.

What is going on? You watch as she licks the piece, trembles and then licks
again. There is a moan and then she sucks on the piece. Her other hand goes
between her legs and she masturbates furiously. The sound of her sex
echoes through the passageway.

There is a stirring in your pussy. Despite having just came, you feel your
desire swell within you. It is tempting to masturbate but you keep your
hands away from yourself. You don’t want the strange woman to hear you.

The woman cries out. Her body shakes as she keeps stroking.

She whimpers and turns the piece over. She looks at it and makes a sad
pitiful moan. Finally, she drops the piece and looks around.

You stay as still as a statue. Did she hear you?

No, she is looking at the ground where she found the statue piece. She digs
in the gravel and lets out another pitiful wail.

The woman stands up and walks quickly towards the passage leading back
to the first room. You wait in the darkness until you no longer hear her feet
moving in the gravel.
What was that all about? You sneak into the room. The gravel makes noise
underneath you but there is no helping it. You walk over to the statue piece
and examine it.

It is pieces of a man’s hand. There is a wet stain where she licked and
sucked it. You don’t find anything else special about it.

Weird.

For lack of a better choice, you go down the other passage. The whispering
sounds are still there but the echoes make it hard to hear the words. You just
hope that whomever is whispering is saner than the dirty woman.

The passage is dark and you walk slowly. The ground changes from gravel
to soft wooden boards. Something drips on you and you think that it is
water. This place must have leaks.

You turn one corner and then another and then a third before you see light.
The passage opens into a small room with a single light. There is no one
here but there are two other passages leading out. Whomever was
whispering must have left.

The room is different than what you have seen down here. Red wood
paneling covers the walls. Dirty rugs cover the floor. There is a small table
with an empty bottle on it. Against the far wall are cabinet doors.

You walk over to the cabinet door and open them. There are plates of food
inside. One of the walls of the cabinet is missing and you see the stone wall
behind it. The wall has grooves from something moving past it frequently.

This isn’t a cabinet. It is a dumb waiter. It must lower food into the cellar
from the house upstairs without anyone having to come down here. That
isn’t a comforting thought.

The food looks like scraps from a meal and someone has cleaned most of
the plates. What is left is half-eaten. Your stomach growls. How long has it
been since you ate? It is hard to tell. You have passed out twice. Well, you
are certainly hungry now.

Picking through the plates, you gather what looks edible. There isn’t much.
On one plate is most of the meat of a chicken thigh and on another is an
apple with two bites taken out of it. It is better than nothing.

You are too hungry to pass this up. You decide to take a chance and eat
some of it.
What do you eat from the dumb waiter?

I eat the chicken thigh.

I eat the apple.

Yes, I approach her and try to talk to her.

You walk out of the passageway towards the dark woman. Another light
comes on and you get a better look at the woman. She is covered in dirt.
The hair on her head is a tangled afro. Her fingers are buried inside her
hairy pussy. She strokes herself faster as you come closer.

“Hello?” you say. “I am looking for a way out of here.”

The woman nods. She strokes faster. The sound of her sex fills the room.

“Do you know a way out?” you say.

The woman shrugs and walks over to you. She reeks of sex. One of her
breasts has fresh bite marks on it. You have no doubt that the Brute put
them there.

“Can you speak?” you say.

“Little,” the woman croaks. She is standing next you. Her nose twitches as
she sniffs the air. She keeps stroking herself and you that her thighs are
glistening with her juices.

“If you can point me the way out, I would appreciate it,” you say.

The woman leans closer to you. She sniffs your mouth like an animal
would. You hold still as she smells your chin, your neck and down to your
breasts.

“Yes!” the woman cries out. She starts to lick the side of your breast where
some of the brute’s come was drying. Her lips seal onto your breast as she
sucks the dried seed from your breast. All the while, she strokes herself in a
fury of need.

You let her. Her licking makes your pussy clench. Even though she is filthy
and stinks, you find your arousal rising. What is wrong with you?
“Not enough,” the woman says when she rises her mouth again. “Needs to
be fresh. Fresh!”

The woman starts to cry. She grabs one of her nipples and pinches it cruelly
while still stroking her wet pussy. Tears running down her cheeks, she turns
around and runs down the passage that leads back to the cellar doors.

Well, that was disappointing. The poor woman is obviously insane. You
won’t get any answers from her.

For lack of a better choice, you go down the other passage. The whispering
sounds are still there but the echoes make it hard to hear the words. You just
hope that whomever is whispering is saner than the dirty woman.

The passage is dark and you walk slowly. The ground changes from gravel
to soft wooden boards. Something drips on you and you think that it is
water. This place must have leaks.

You turn one corner and then another and then a third before you see light.
The passage opens into a small room with a single light. There is no one
here but there are two other passages leading out. Whomever was
whispering must have left.

The room is different than what you have seen down here. Red wood
paneling covers the walls. Dirty rugs cover the floor. There is a small table
with an empty bottle on it. Against the far wall are cabinet doors.

You walk over to the cabinet door and open them. There are plates of food
inside. One of the walls of the cabinet is missing and you see the stone wall
behind it. The wall has grooves from something moving past it frequently.

This isn’t a cabinet. It is a dumb waiter. It must lower food into the cellar
from the house upstairs without anyone having to come down here. That
isn’t a comforting thought.
The food looks like scraps from a meal and someone has cleaned most of
the plates. What is left is half-eaten. Your stomach growls. How long has it
been since you ate? It is hard to tell. You have passed out twice. Well, you
are certainly hungry now.

Picking through the plates, you gather what looks edible. There isn’t much.
On one plate is most of the meat of a chicken thigh and on another is an
apple with two bites taken out of it. It is better than nothing.

You are too hungry to pass this up. You decide to take a chance and eat
some of it.
What do you eat from the dumb waiter?

I eat the chicken thigh.

I eat the apple.

I eat the chicken thigh.

You take the thigh out of the dumb waiter. Someone has already eaten the
skin which disappoints you greatly. At least the chicken is still warm.

The first bite is amazing. The chicken is juicy and flavor fills your mouth.
Is that garlic? You also taste olive oil and rosemary. The three flavors blend
together with the roast chicken and you almost moan. It is delicious.

You force yourself to eat slowly. You don’t want to upset your stomach and
you also want to make the chicken last. Bite by bite, you pick the bone
clean of any meat.

The dumb waiter makes a rattling sound and then it suddenly moves
upwards. You reach out for the apple but the waiter is too fast. Fuck!

You lick your fingers and toss the bone onto the small table. Now what?
You guess that you should go down one of the other two tunnels leading out
of here.

Something grabs your breast. You look down but there is nothing there. The
sensation continues and you feel gentle fingers massaging your breast.

What is going on? A second hand grabs your ass. You reach around and feel
for a hand but nothing is there. That doesn’t change the fact that you can
feel the hand kneading your buttocks.

More hands appear all over your body. Gentle hands squeeze your
shoulders. Nimble fingers rub at your thighs. Firm hands rub the soles of
your feet. Loving hands massage your neck.

You sit on the dirty rug and lay back. This feels wonderful. After your
rough abuse, this is exactly what your body needs.

As much as the hands help you relax, the need between your thighs only
gets greater. You reach for your sex and stroke it. Your fingers plunge into
your wet sex while the hands massage your body.

You are close to coming. Of course, you are. You have invisible hands all
over your body. Skilled fingers are caressing your breasts, rubbing your
back and massaging your neck.

Just a few more strokes, and you will come . . .

Maybe if you add another finger . . .

Perhaps you need to pinch your clitoris . . .

Your orgasm is just out of reach. You keep stroking but you can’t quite
make it. You stroke faster. You stroke harder. You do every little trick that
you can think of but your climax stays just one stroke away.

The hands vanish. The need in your sex remains. You keep stroking but it is
impossible. You just can’t come.

What just happened? Did the hands appear because you ate that chicken?
Or are the hands just another mystery of this cursed place? And why can’t
you climax? You had no problem climaxing every time the Brute assaults
you.

You stand back up in frustration. There are so many questions but no

answers. You just need to keep looking for a way out of here.

There are two passages leading out. You hear dripping sounds coming from
the one on the left. Maybe that means there is something to drink.

From the other passage, you hear nothing. You are thirsty but a quiet place
means there is probably no one there. Maybe you want to keep to the quiet
places until you get out of here.
Where do you go?

I go down the tunnel with the dripping sounds.

I go down the tunnel where there is no sound.

I eat the apple.

The apple has bites in it but there is still plenty of it left. You take it out and
inspect it. There are no holes or suspicious marks. It should be safe to eat.

You take a bite and immediately moan. It is delicious. Sweet flavor fills
your mouth. This is not like any apple that you have ever eaten. The apples
in stores are usually so dull and generic. This tastes like the best apple
candy.

The apple doesn’t last long. You try to take small bites but it is too
delicious. Each bite is better than the last and you devour it in no time.

When you are done, you reluctantly drop the core into the dumb waiter.
There is a rattling sound from the waiter and you jerk your hand back. The
waiter rises quickly up into the air and you let out a moan. You wanted to
search the waiter again for any food you may have missed.

Now what? You guess that you should go down one of the other two tunnels
leading out of here.

Something licks your nipple. You jump and clamp your hand over your
breast. Lifting your hand, you peek but nothing is there. Did you imagine
it?

There is another lick on your other nipple. It is a long slow lick that makes
your nipple ache. You bring your hand to that breast and cover it.

The licking continues even though your hand is pressed against your breast.
Your nipple feels it but not your hand.

Now you feel licking on both nipples. The one on your right is gentle and
slow while the one on your left is fast and rapid. No matter how you cover
your breasts with your hands, the licking continues.
It must have been the apple. Was it drugged? No, drugs have never affected
you like this. The tongues feel real. This is something else.

The licking is influencing your sex. You reach between your legs and feel
your pussy. It is warm to the touch and soaking wet. Your fingers slip into
your sex and a moan escapes your lips.

You need to come. Sinking down, you sit on the dirty rug beside the table.
You lean back and keep stroking yourself while the invisible mouths lick
your nipples.

Lips join the tongues and they begin to kiss your breasts. One leaves tender
kisses while the other sucks on the skin of your breast. Around and round
they go, kissing your tits while the tongues continue to lick you.

You stroke harder. Your tender pussy clenches tightly around your fingers.
Your body is on the brink of climax.

Of course, it is. You have invisible mouths all over your breasts. Skilled
tongues are licking your hard nipples. Eager lips are sucking on your
breasts while other lips tease you with kisses.

Just a few more strokes, and you will come . . .

Maybe if you add another finger . . .

Perhaps you need to pinch your clitoris . . .

Your orgasm is just out of reach. You keep stroking but you can’t quite
make it. You stroke harder. You stroke faster. You do every little trick that
you can think of but your climax stays just one stroke away.

The mouths vanish. The need in your sex remains. You keep stroking but it
is impossible. You just can’t come.

What just happened? Did the mouths appear because of the apple? Or are
the mouths just another mystery of this cursed place? And why can’t you
climax? You had no problem climaxing every time the Brute assaults you.

You stand back up in frustration. There are so many questions but no

answers. You just need to keep looking for a way out of here.

There are two passages leading out. You hear dripping sounds coming from
the one on the left. Maybe that means there is something to drink.

From the other passage, you hear nothing. You are thirsty but a quiet place
means there is probably no one there. Maybe you want to keep to the quiet
places until you get out of here.
Where do you go?

I go down the tunnel with the dripping sounds.

I go down the tunnel where there is no sound.

I go down the tunnel with the dripping sounds.

Once more you leave the safety of the light and walk into the dark. The
ground beneath you changes. It becomes smooth like bathroom tiles. A
moisture hangs in the air and the walls are damp.

The dripping sound gets louder. It echoes down the hall. You get thirstier
with every step.

Something wet lands on your shoulder. It is water. As you step away,

another drop lands on your head. You spread your arms out and there are
dozens of drops along your skin.

You open your mouth and take a guess on where to stand. Water trickles
into your mouth. It is a light steady drip; barely a drop every second but it
tastes like heaven. You keep your mouth open as the refreshing water
slowly drips into your mouth.

The dripping water is endless. Where is it coming from? Are their leaky
pipes up above you in the darkness? Or could there be faucets on the
ceiling, open just wide enough to tease you? You don’t know. It is
frustrating because you wish that you could get more.

Is this what the Brute drinks? No wonder he is in a bad mood.

An idea comes to you. You cup your hands together and place them under a
drip. It takes a while, but your hands slowly fill with water. When you can
wait no more, you bring the hands to your mouth and drink.

It feels wonderful. The drips were nice but to swallow a handful of water is
almost bliss.

“Who’s there?” a voice hisses. It sounds like a woman.

“Hello?” you call out. “I’m here. I came through the cellar doors but I am
trying to find my out. Can you help me?”
The woman growls. “You want his cock! Damn it! I don’t want to share! I
want to come! COME!”

The rage in her voice makes you jump. “You can have him!” you yell. “I
just want to get out of here!”

“LIAR!” the woman screams.

Someone grabs you. Fingernails rake your breasts. A fist swings by your
face in the darkness and you feel it brush your nose.

“NO SHARING!” the woman screams. Hands wrap around your neck and
squeeze. This crazy woman is choking you!

You punch back. The woman groans and you punch again. You keep
punching in the darkness until her fingers slip away from your throat.

You back away and gasp for air. Where is she? Where are you? It is pitch
dark and you are not sure which direction you came from.

There is crying followed by a scream of rage. “I want his cock! You can’t
have him!”

There is a grunt and the sound of something swinging through the air. You
hope it is her arms and not a weapon. She keeps swinging and you wish that
you could see how close or far away she is.

“Where are you?!” she yells.

Something brushes your arm. That is too close! The woman realizes it and
screams in triumph. You should do something and do it now.
What will you do in the darkness?

Fight back against the woman.

Get out of here as best I can.

I go down the tunnel where there is no sound.

You walk down the dark passageway. The ground under your feet changes
to the rough texture of stone. The wood on the walls fade away and are
replaced with the familiar touch of concrete slabs.

The darkness stretches out before you. You keep walking, although your
feet are getting tired. How far does this passage go? How big is the cellar
under this strange house?

There is a light up ahead. Your eyes adjust as you get closer. Something juts
from the walls and makes the passage narrow.

It is wine racks. They stretch from the floor to the ceiling. Racks and racks
of wine sit safely behind glass cabinet doors.

You try a door. It is locked. Fuck.

Is there something you could smash it with? No, the ground is bare here.
Maybe if you went back, you could get that small table. You could use it to
smash the glass, but then you would have a lot of shattered glass on the
floor with no shoes to protect yourself.

Fuck. You could really use a drink, or a dozen.

You turn and start walking down the passage.

“Wait,” a voice calls out.

You spin around. A man emerges from the wine rack. He is shimmering and
simply walks out of the rack like it wasn’t there. His arm is missing and the
side of his head looks like it has been smashed in. How is he still alive?

As he stands before you, you realize that you can see right through him!
Holy shit, he must be some sort of ghost!
Terror grips you. You stumble backwards and start to run down the passage.

“Wait!” he calls out again. It is a pitiful sound.

You stop and look back. He isn’t chasing you. The shimmering ghost is
standing by the wine racks.

You are not sure what to do. He wants to talk. He is also a fucking ghost
and you have dealt with enough weirdness today.
Do you go back to the ghost?

Yes, he might have something important to say.

Fuck no, it’s a ghost!

Fight back against the woman.

Something inside you snaps. You are naked, sore and fucking horny. This
cellar goes on forever and you just want to get back to your car. This crazy
woman trying to kill you is the last straw.

You take a step towards the sound of her screaming voice and take a swing
in the darkness. Your fist connects with something soft. You quickly step in
her direction and reach out with both hands.

The woman screams and grabs you as well. Nails dig into your skin and feet
kick your shins. You grab one of her wrists and twist it like you learned in
that self-defense class. Holding onto her wrist, you also grab her shoulder
and apply pressure there.

“Fuck you!” the woman yells as you force her to the ground. She is smaller
than you and a lot weaker. Maybe she has been here longer. Twisting her
arm, you force her to her knees and then even lower. When her shoulder is
on the ground, along with her head, you start kicking her.

Once, twice, three times you kick the woman. You rear back for a fourth
kick but stop. She is sobbing again and you feel a tinge of mercy.

“He’s going to fuck you,” she cries. “He always fucks the new girls and he
is going to ignore me.”

You let go of her in disgust. “I don’t want him,” you say.

“That’s not true! Every woman wants him!” she yells.

“Crazy,” you mutter and you step away from her.

Light flickers in the distance. It is so far away but you have nowhere else to
go. You just want to get away from this crying woman.
You start walking towards the light. Your pussy distracts you with every
step. You stroke yourself as you walk but it doesn’t help. Has there ever
been a time that you were this aroused?

The crazy woman’s words haunt you. Is it true? Does every woman want
him? Do you? Judging by how wet you are, it might be true.

The passage opens into a large room. The smell of sex is strongest here. The
walls are made of smooth stone as if this used to be a pool or maybe a vault.
There are multiple ways leading out of here, almost too many to count. The
passages look like someone had burrowed through the walls to get here.

There is a large pile in the center of the room. It is made of clothing. As you
get closer, you see that it is underwear. Panties, thongs, a few bikini
bottoms and even some boxers make up the pile. There is enough
underwear here to form a bed of sorts. There is a depression in the pile
where someone large and heavy sleeps. It must be the Brute.

On the top of the pile is your underwear. You almost reach for it before
remembering how it was taken from you. No, that belongs to the Brute now.

The light in the room turns off. Darkness surrounds you and you are gripped
by panic. A light further away comes on and you feel relief. It is still dim
but at least it is not pitch dark.

You look back at the underwear. Did the Brute strip every woman who has
come into the cellar? It is likely. You look at the pile and try to guess how
many women that pile represents. A hundred? Two hundred? It is an
awfully large pile.

There is a grunt behind you. Slowly, you turn around and see the Brute
standing in one of the many passageways. His cock is glistening and
dripping come. He just fucked someone only a few minutes ago.

The Brute grunts. His hard cock throbs. He scratches one of his hunched
shoulders and shambles towards you. The madness of lust is in his eyes. He
is going to fuck you again.
Your knees go weak. Your pussy clenches. Yes, you want him as badly as
he wants you. The power of his cock inside you is undeniable. He can make
you come and come and come until you pass out.

Maybe it is time you stopped resisting. Maybe you should offer yourself to
this hideous monster with the magic cock. Maybe now is the time to submit
to his vicious desires.

There is a small twinge of doubt. If you give in to him now, will you ever
be able to resist? Maybe this is what happened to the crazy woman you just
fought. If you give in to the Brute, maybe you will become another crazy
woman wondering the cellar begging for the Brute’s cock.

The Brute is almost on you. The time to choose is now.

What do you do in the Brute’s lair?

Give yourself willingly to the Brute.

Resist him with everything that you have.

Get out of here as best I can.

You have no desire to hurt this poor woman. She is clearly insane and needs
help, not a beating.

Using the dark as cover, you hunch down into a squat. You walk backwards
away from the woman as she keeps screaming. Maybe if you stay down,
she will keep attacking where you used to be. Judging from her exertions,
she is still swinging wildly.

The woman hits something hard and you wince from the sound of the
impact. She screams and then she starts crying in loud wails. She must have
hurt the fuck out of her hand.

That is your cue. You stand up and reach out for a wall. Keeping your hand
on the wall, you walk briskly down the passageway. You hear the woman’s
cries get smaller and smaller behind you.

You keep walking. That was close. The last thing you wanted was a fight in
the dark. Is everyone down here horny and out of their mind?

Light flickers in the distance. It is so far away but you have nowhere else to
go. You just want to get away from this crying woman.

You start walking towards the light. Your pussy distracts you with every
step. You stroke yourself as you walk but it doesn’t help. Has there ever
been a time that you were this aroused?

The crazy woman’s words haunt you. Is it true? Does every woman want
him? Do you? Judging by how wet you are, it might be true.

The passage opens into a large room. The smell of sex is strongest here. The
walls are made of smooth stone as if this used to be a pool or maybe a vault.
There are multiple ways leading out of here, almost too many to count. The
passages look like someone had burrowed through the walls to get here.
There is a large pile in the center of the room. It is made of clothing. As you
get closer, you see that it is underwear. Panties, thongs, a few bikini
bottoms and even some boxers make up the pile. There is enough
underwear here to form a bed of sorts. There is a depression in the pile
where someone large and heavy sleeps. It must be the Brute.

On the top of the pile is your underwear. You almost reach for it before
remembering how it was taken from you. No, that belongs to the Brute now.

The light in the room turns off. Darkness surrounds you and terror shakes
your body. A light comes on further away and you feel relief. The light is
dim but at least it is not pitch dark.

You look back at the underwear. Did the Brute strip every woman who has
come into the cellar? It is likely. You look at the pile and try to guess how
many women that pile represents. A hundred? Two hundred? It is an
awfully large pile.

There is a grunt behind you. Slowly, you turn around and see the Brute
standing in one of the many passageways. His cock is glistening and
dripping come. He just fucked someone only a few minutes ago.

The Brute grunts. His hard cock throbs. He scratches one of his hunched
shoulders and shambles towards you. The madness of lust is in his eyes. He
is going to fuck you again.

Your knees go weak. Your pussy clenches. Yes, you want him as badly as
he wants you. The power of his cock inside you is undeniable. He can make
you come and come and come until you pass out.

Maybe it is time you stopped resisting. Maybe you should offer yourself to
this hideous monster with the magic cock. Maybe now is the time to submit
to his vicious desires.

There is a small twinge of doubt. If you give in to him now, will you ever
be able to resist? Maybe this is what happened to the crazy woman you just
fought. If you give in to the Brute, maybe you will become another crazy
woman wondering the cellar begging for the Brute’s cock.

The Brute is almost on you. The time to choose is now.

What do you do in the Brute’s lair?

Give yourself willingly to the Brute.

Resist him with everything that you have.

Give yourself willingly to the Brute.

There is no point denying it. The Brute is cruel and the Brute is a monster
but your body craves his cock. He is the way to ultimate pleasure and you
will endure whatever he wants to feel that orgasmic bliss.

You walk over to him. He smiles with his wicked teeth. You reach for his
face and move to kiss his lips.

The Brute snaps at you and bites your bottom lip. Sharp teeth clamp down
as pain shoots through your body. He grunts his cruel laughter as you moan
pitifully.

He releases your lip and gives you a hard shove that knocks you off your
feet. You fly and land hard on the bed of panties. The air is knocked out of
you and you gasp for air.

Between your thighs, your pussy clenches with need.

The Brute lumbers over you. He grabs a leg and flips you roughly over. You
roll over onto your stomach as the Brute kicks your legs apart. A powerful
hand presses down on your head, crushing you against the panties under
your face.

The smell of the panties fills your nose. They are filthy from a hundred
fucks. The odor is so strong that tears come to your eyes.

The Brute lowers himself between your legs. The familiar thick head of his
cock presses against the lips of your pussy. You lift yourself towards him,
urging him to fill you.

“SLUT,” the Brute grunts and you know he is right.

The cock enters you. It is bigger than you remember. It invades your pussy
and keeps going. Inch after inch of the monstrous cock pushes and stretches
your sex.
Panic rises within you. This was the wrong choice. You forgot how big he
is. He is going to tear you apart.

The Brute thrusts and your fear is obliterated in a surge of ecstasy. He

begins to fuck you. Long hard thrusts penetrate deep inside your pussy and
claim you.

“Fuck!” you scream. It hurts. It feels wonderful. It is too big. It is just right.
It is a monster inside you. It is an angel inside you. It is everything.

The Brute grabs your hair. He pulls back hard and you have no choice but
to bend backwards. Your back arches like a bow as he continues to ram his
evil cock inside you.

Your scalp is on fire. He is pulling so hard that you fear he will rip your hair
from your head. The pain is incredible but it is a small distraction from the
glory of his monstrous member inside your pussy.

“SLUT, BITCH, WHORE,” the Brute grunts.

The words burn into your heart. Yes, you are all those things tonight. Shame
rises within you but it is worth it for another thrust of his wicked cock.

The Brute fucks you faster. He holds your hair with both hands to keep you
in your impossible position. His cock is a ram inside you. Thrust by thrust,
he pounds you into the filthy bed of dirty panties.

The cock throbs inside you. It writhes and twist unnaturally. You feel it
expand and push you past any limit that you thought you had.

The Brute roars and hot seed fills your pussy. The familiar thick load shoots
into your sex like a cannon. The force of the ejaculation is almost enough to
force you off his cock but you clench tightly around him to hold on.

Your orgasm hits a second later. Pleasure fills your body from head to toe.
Your mind ceases to think as bliss overtakes you. All you can do is shudder
and come.

A thrust later and you come again. Another surge of seed enters you and
you come again. A deep thrust and you come again. A throb of his cock and
you come again.

Pleasure wracks your body. You are aware of your inch of your skin. You
feel how hard your nipples are. You feel the rough fabric of dirty panties on
your legs. You feel the drops of spittle falling on your back from the Brute’s
mouth. Every sensation gives you another reason to come.

It is too much. You can’t process it all. You come and you come and no one
is supposed to come like this. Your mind is awash in pleasure and you can
feel yourself shutting down in exhaustion.

The Brute pulls out of you. He lets go of your hair. You snap out of your
daze of pleasure. No! He can’t leave your pussy!

“LICK!” the Brute commands.

You turn around. The Brute stands there in all his monstrous glory. His
cock, slick with your juices and his, is as hard as ever.

Yes, you must have him. You dive for his cock and start to lick it. The cock
is too big for your mouth so you lick his cock like you would a giant
popsicle. You taste his seed and your juices. Who knows, you might be
tasting the juices of other women he has fucked recently as well. You don’t
care, you must have him in your mouth.

Another orgasm racks your body. You shudder and keep licking. It is the
seed. Every drop can make you come. You groan and run your tongue over
his horrific cock.

“BALLS!” the Brute commands.

You bury your face in his public hair as your tongue seeks his balls. The
smell of him is strongest here and tears spring to your eyes. His balls are
hairy and dirty but you dutifully lick them. You lick the grit, the dried seed
and the juices of a hundred women from his balls.

The Brute grunts. “JACK!” he grunts.

Jack? Oh! Jack him off! You grab his cock with both hands and start
stroking. His cock dick is massive and heavy in your hands. You stroke him
as hard as you can.

The Brute reaches down and grabs one of your breasts. Sharp nails drag
over your flesh until his fingers close around your nipple. He pinches it, his
powerful fingers stronger than any clamp.

Pain shoots through your breast but you take it. You keep jacking his cock,
eager to get the next load of seed. The tip drips pre-come and you stick out
your tongue. You lick the head of his cock as you continue to stroke him.

“CUNT,” the Brute grunts.

Was that an insult or a command? It is hard to tell. You keep stroking while
you lick his tip.

The cock shakes in your hand. It writhes and twitches like a living animal.
You have felt it do this inside you but this is the first time that you have
seen it. Muscles ripple along the cock as it thrashes in your hand.

The cock erupts and seed sprays onto your face. You open your mouth and
aim the shooting cock towards your mouth. Your hands keep pumping as a
stream of seed shoots forth.
You swallow any of the seed that gets into your mouth. Your orgasm comes
a moment later. You cry out as you keep stroking, greedily swallowing
down more of the thick fluid.

The Brute releases your nipple and grabs his cock. He shakes your hand
away as he jacks himself. His powerful hand is a blur as he strokes his load
out.
The seed keeps coming. He sprays it onto your breasts. He aims it for your
hungry mouth. He arcs it onto your face.

You keep your mouth open and come again. The come lands on your
breasts and you wipe it off to cram into your mouth. You keep diving for his
cock but the Brute keeps you back as he glazes your face and chest.

Another orgasm hits your body. Your pussy clenches as it is filled with
pleasure. You swallow another load and come again. You suck the come off
your fingers and come again. You wipe the seed from your face and
swallow it down to come again.

Your vision begins to cloud. It is too much pleasure. It is hard to focus. It is

impossible to think. You become dizzy as you come again. Darkness
surrounds you as you feel yourself about to pass out.

The Brute slaps your face with his cock. The massive member crashes into
you like a club. Your head snaps and clarity returns to you.

“UP!” the Brute grunts.

You try to stand and fail. Your legs are too weak. Shit, everything below
your waist feels numb.

The Brute grunts and he grabs you by the shoulders. He lifts you up like
you weigh nothing. His hands go to your ass and he pulls your buttocks
apart. Holding you in the air, he begins to lower you. The head of his cock
presses against your ass.

No, not your ass! He can’t possibly be thinking of doing that! Your pussy
can barely hold his giant cock, there is no way your ass could endure it!

The Brute smiles. His lips pull back to reveal his sharp teeth. The narrow
eyes, set deep under his brow stare at you, daring you to deny him what he
wants.
You shudder and try to relax. It is impossible. The giant head pushes against
your tight ass. It keeps pushing and your asshole keeps resisting. The pain
builds as the Brute forces you down onto his terrible girth.

Slowly, your asshole begins to expand. This shouldn’t be possible but it is.
Has the Brute’s seed affected your body in other ways? You know he has
the power to make you come but is his seed also making you capable of
taking whatever he desires?

The Brute’s cock enters your ass. You scream as he impales you. You keep
screaming as the cock slides up inside you. You scream as the Brute
impales your ass with the full length of his demonic member.

Pain grips your body. You are being torn apart by the giant cock in your ass.
The rest of your body no longer exists. You don’t feel the come sliding
down your breasts. You no longer feel the afterglow of your countless
orgasms. You can’t even see the Brute’s grinning smile in front of your
face.

“TIGHT,” the Brute says.

He lifts you up and brings you back down. The invading cock fucks your
ass. You are torn apart with every thrust and remade when it almost leaves
your asshole.

You are in pain but there is something else. Distantly, you feel the stirrings
of pleasure in your sex. Your ass is being destroyed but your pussy is
beginning to clench.

The Brute fucks your ass faster. He stands there in his lair, lifting and
dropping your helpless body on his giant dick. Your breasts bounce as your
arms hang loosely from your body.

How did you end up here? It feels like a hundred years since your car broke
down. Why did you ever open those cellar doors? Didn’t the screams warn
you? Why were you so foolish to go down those stairs?
You don’t have any answers. That seems like the actions of a stranger. You
don’t know anything about the woman who came down those steps. Did she
have a job? Where was she going? Even these simple answers elude you.

The Brute keeps fucking your ass. Was there ever a moment that he wasn’t?
Did your existence start with his cock in your tight ass? Were you always
here, impaled on pain and pleasure?

You laugh. You moan. You scream.

The cock twitches inside your ass. Yes, he is going to come again. Good,
this is what you are made for.

“SLUT,” the Brute grunts.

Yes, you are a slut for his cock.

“CUNT,” the Brute grunts.

Yes, your body is a cunt for him to fuck and fill.

“SLAVE,” the Brute grunts.

Yes, completely and forever.

The cock spasms and hot seed fills your ass. It shoots deep inside you,
filling your body with heat and pleasure.

You come. You scream.

The cock twitches and more seed fills you.

You scream. You come.

The Brute grips your ass painfully tight as he drives you deep onto his
spurting cock.
You scream, come and scream.

Pain and pleasure become one overwhelming sensation. You cease to think.
You cease to be. You scream again as your body explodes and

you

fall

into

darkness.

~~~

You awake on the pile of underwear. Panties stick to the dry seed on your
skin. You roll over and pain shoots through your ass. It will be quite a while
before you can walk normally again.

Where is the Brute? He isn’t here.

There is a scream. Ah, there he is. He is fucking one of the other women
who live here. Or maybe he is fucking someone new.

A growl comes from your lips. Some bitch is getting the Brute’s cock.
Some whore is taking his seed. Some slut is taking what you crave.

You force yourself to your feet. It is hard to stand but you push through the
pain. You peel some of the stickier panties from your body and stumble
towards one of the many passage ways leading out of the lair.

The Brute is somewhere in this cellar and you plan to find him. You want to
mount him. You want to bend over for him. You want to do whatever it
takes to get the Brute to fuck you once more.

The enslaved end.

Resist him with everything that you have.

You are not ready to give into whatever strange power the Brute has over
you. Yes, you want his cock and yes, he makes you come like no other but
the man is a beast. Maybe the only way to break his power is to not accept
it.

The Brute grunts and walks towards you. Fuck, he is so big. His body is just
muscle and cock. How are you going to fight him?

There is one vulnerable spot that all men have and his is extra-long. You run
towards him and aim a kick at his crotch. Your foot slams into his bloated
balls. It is like kicking a sack of sand.

“Urk!” the Brute grunts. He stops in his tracks. A pained expression comes
over her contorted face.

You kick him again. It hurts your foot but the Brute’s mouth drops open in
pain. That encourages you to give him another kick and then another.

The Brute’s cock throbs and gets harder. Wait, are you turning him on?

You go to kick him again and The Brute grabs your ankle. His giant hand
encompasses your foot. He looks at you and his lips pull back to reveal a
horrible smile full of jagged teeth.

“BITCH,” the Brute grunts.

He pulls hard on your leg. You stumble towards him and he grabs you. His
hands reach under your ass and you are suddenly hoisted into the air. He
brings your crotch to his grinning mouth.

“Oh no!” you cry. You punch downwards towards his thick brow. Your hand
crashes into his skull and pain shoots along your arm. It feels like you
punched a wall.
The Brute grinds his face into your sex. Sharp teeth nip and pull on your
tender pussy lips. His tongue invades your sex and squirms inside you. Hot
breath from his stunted nose washes over your pussy.

You keep fighting. Since your hand hurts too much, you drive your elbow
into his head. When your elbow gets too sore, you switch back to your
hand. You batter his thick head but he barely notices your attempts to brain
him.

The Brute eats your pussy. He grunts into your sex and as he licks. His
jagged teeth bite down and you scream. The more you struggle, the deeper
he buries his face between your thighs.

You grab his hair and pull. It has no effect on him. You try to squirm out of
his grasp but his hands are locked on you tighter than any restraint. You
grab his head and try to push him away but you are no match for the
bulging muscles on his neck.

Worse of all, you feel your pussy getting wetter the more that he licks. Is
your body getting turned on by his oral assault? You thought that only his
seed had any power over you. What if his seed has no power at all and you
are just a slut for this monster’s brutality?

No, you don’t accept that. You don’t care how much your thighs tighten
around his head. It is just a coincidence that your hips are grinding against
his face. The clenching of your pussy is because you are scared and not
because of the rough lapping of his tongue.

A climax is rising within you. No, no, no, NO!

Desperate, you dig your thumbs into the Brute’s eyes. The thick brow
makes it difficult to reach but you feel the soft pressure of his eyes and you
push. You push with everything that you have to stop him from licking you
to orgasm.

The licking stops. The Brute growls and then he pulls your crotch from his
face. You let go of his eyes as he slams your body downwards to the
ground.

Your backs hit the bed of panties but that doesn’t protect you from having
all the air forced out of your chest. Pain explodes along your back as you
gasp. Your pussy clenches in frustration now that his tongue is gone.

The Brute grabs your right thigh and right arm. He picks you up by your leg
and arm so that you are sideways in the air, your body perpendicular to his
crotch. Your hanging leg is between his legs and you feel the wiggling of
his cock against your sex.

“Shit!” you cry as he pulls you back onto his crotch. His cock pushes into
your pussy, the thick head ramming deep inside you. He keeps a grip on
your thigh and arm to hold you in place as his hips fuck you.

The position is too awkward for you to do anything. The grip on your right
arm and leg is too strong for you to move them. Your left leg hangs between
his legs and you can’t get good traction with your foot. You can move your
left arm but all you can do is touch the ground to give you a small measure
of support. You are helpless.

The Brute grunts. He pounds your trapped pussy with his thick cock. The
awkward position has opened you for a level of deep penetration that you
didn’t think possible.

Your traitor pussy enjoys the abuse. It clenches wildly around his cock. You
are soaking wet. Every thrust sends a shudder through your entire body that
brings you one step closer to orgasm.

“Asshole!” you yell. Verbal abuse is the only option left to you. “Fucker!
Shithead! Goddamn fucking piece of shit!”

The Brute grunts and keep grunting. Wait, that might be laughter.

The monster’s cock squirms wildly inside you. It is no normal cock. It

writhes and moves like a snake inside you. It is throbbing wildly and you
know it is about to spurt inside you.
A hot rush of seed fills your sex. You come instantly. Pleasure fills your
body and you hang loosely in the Brute’s grip as his cock keeps pumping
seed into you.

You come again and your body shakes. Seed spills from your stuffed sex as
he keeps fucking you.

Another climax racks your body. You scream your defiance but it soon turns
into a moan of pleasure.

The monster’s cock keeps ejaculating. More and more seed is shot into your
tight sex. How much does he have?

You come again. Pleasure shoots through you and you shake all over.

It is overwhelming. The body wasn’t meant to come these many times. You
can feel your mind shorting out from the non-stop coming.

The Brute pulls you from his cock. He tosses you back onto the bed of
panties. When you hit the ground, you feel his seed splashing out of your
sex.

You are still awake. Unlike last time, you haven’t passed out. This might be
the best time to attack him. All men are weak after they climax.

Fighting the urge to lie down and sleep, you struggle to your feet. The Brute
looks at you curiously. His cock looks a little smaller but not by much. Still,
he should be spent after pumping you full of so much come.

You charge at him on shaky legs. The plan was to punch his face but you
change your mind at the last second and punch downwards at his cock
instead.

Your fist slams into his cock and balls. The Brute growls and then the growl
turns into a moan. Did you hurt him?
The cock throbs. The Brute smiles at you. “BITCH,” he says again.

He grabs your head with both hands. It is amazing how fast he can be when
he wants to. Pain shoots through your skull as he squeezes. He stares at
your face as you cry out in pain.

You kick him. Your foot bounces off his leg. You kick his balls. He grunts
and you do it again. Your foot keeps kicking with all that you have.

The Brute smiles. Yeah, you are really starting to think he likes it.

He pulls your head down to his crotch. You fall to your knees, unable to
resist his incredible strength. The thick head of his cock wiggles against
your lips and forces your mouth open. The Brute pulls you onto him until
his cock fills your mouth and hits the back of your throat. You taste your
pussy on his cock.

You bite down as hard as you can. There is no give at all. He doesn’t even
pause as he pushes deep down your throat.

“BITCH,” The Brute says again in his unnatural voice.

He fucks your face. His powerful hands keep your head pinned as he uses
your mouth. The cock is too big for your throat and the head chokes you
with every thrust. Hairy balls slam hard against your face.

You keep fighting. You grab his balls and squeeze. It is like trying to
squeeze watermelons. You sink your nails into his balls and scratch him.
Blood flows but he keeps going. You punch at his thighs with all your
might. It is like slamming your fists onto a brick.

The Brute keeps fucking your face. His cock rams your mouth and throat.
Your head slides up and down his cock as easily as if your head was his
hand.

You gag and choke but he keeps going. It is hard to breathe but he doesn’t
slow down. You try your best to breathe through your nose but it isn’t
enough.

He grunts harder. The cock wiggles in your mouth unnaturally. His balls get
larger in front of your eyes.

The cock erupts in a geyser of seed. Thick come fills your mouth like
someone shot a can of whipped cream into your mouth. Seed spills from
your lips because you can’t possibly swallow it all.

You choke. Your mouth gags but the Brute keeps fucking it. He cares
nothing for your discomfort.

There is a tingling sensation all over your body. Your pussy is clenching in
a series of spasms. Bliss fills you.

You climax as the Brute keeps coming down your throat. Your pussy isn’t
even being touched but you are coming and coming hard.

The Brute keeps pounding your face. More and more seed fills your mouth.
Where does it all come from? He just came in you a few minutes ago!

Climaxes fire rapidly through your body. You come and come until you lose
count. The orgasms blend into one another until you are just a vessel for
pleasure.

It is overwhelming. You can’t breathe but you also can’t stop coming. The
Brute is using your face as he pumps your climaxing body full of his seed.
Darkness surrounds your vision and you feel yourself slipping into oblivion.
You are on the verge of passing out.

You fight to stay awake. Your hands go to your nipples and you pinch down
as hard as you can. Pain shoots through your breasts but your body is so
turned on that it only aids in your stimulation.

The Brute pulls out of your mouth. You drop to your hands and cough. Seed
gushes out of your mouth and splatters the floor.
Afterglow clouds your mind. You want to keep fighting but you are
exhausted. It doesn’t seem like your fighting is doing any good. The Brute
is just too strong. Nothing hurts him. You are pretty sure it just gets him
excited.

The Brute grabs your hair. Pain flashes along your scalp as he picks you up.
He spins you around and shoves you face down onto the bed of panties. As
soon as your body hits the floor, he is onto top of you. His massive body
presses down on you and you feel his cock squirming between your thighs.

“Fuck, shit,” you groan. He is ready to fuck again. How long was that
break? A few seconds?

The worst part is, your pussy is already wet and ready to go again. Are you
too far gone to resist anymore?

The Brute pushes your legs apart. You close them again. The Brute grunts
and grabs the back of your head. He shoves your face into the filthy panties
covered in dried pussy juices and come. You struggle to breathe as he kicks
your legs apart again.

The monster’s cock goes inside you. It is frightening how quickly can enter
you. It is almost as disturbing as how much you welcome its thick invasion.

“FUCK BITCH,” the Brute growls.

Was that a command? No, you won’t obey. You lay as still as possible on
the bed of dirty panties.

The Brute starts to fuck you. He drives his cock deeper and deeper inside
you. He stays on top of you, his hairy chest scratching your back with every
thrust. His mouth is by your ear and you can hear every loud grunt as he
fucks you.

You try to escape. First you try crawling away from him but the weight of
his body is too much. You try closing your legs but all that does is make it
tighter around his enormous cock. Last you try reaching for his eyes again
with your hands but he bites your wrist. He laughs as his sharp teeth pin
your hand.

“Asshole!” you yell. “I hate you! I fucking hate you! Go to hell! Fucking
goddamn shithead asshole!”

The Brute spits out your hand. “BITCH,” he says with almost a trace of
affection in his voice.

Your pussy clenches tight around him. No, no, no. What is wrong with your
pussy? How can it possibly be wanting more from this monster?

The Brute fucks you on the pile of panties. His cock rams your tender yet
always wet sex. Hips crash into your ass and nail you deeper and deeper
into the filthy panties.

The last of your resistance slips away. It is useless to fight and he gives you
so much pleasure. Would it be so bad to just take it? Why are you fighting
so hard against endless orgasms?

You grind back against his thrusts. The Brute pauses in surprise but then he
resumes fucking you. He pushes down harder on your head, rubbing your
face back and forth against the underwear of his previous conquests.

“BITCH,” he says again.

This act of humiliation turns you on. You accept your fate. It is time to stop
fighting so much. You are his bitch and you will endure any degradation to
have more of his come.
The Brute fucks you harder. The glorious monstrous cock claims every inch
of your pussy. The sound of his grunts and your moans fill the room.

It doesn’t take long. His cock spews forth another load of seed into your
pussy. You scream your climax, finally free to enjoy the wonderful pleasure
now that you have given in.
More seed pumps into your sex. You come and come and come and come
and come until you can take no more and your body collapses into the
welcome embrace of exhaustion.

~~~

You awake on the pile of underwear. Panties stick to the dry seed on your
skin. You roll over and more seed spills out of you.

Where is the Brute? He isn’t here.

There is a scream. Ah, there he is. He is fucking one of the other women
who live here. Or maybe he is fucking someone new.

A growl comes from your lips. Some bitch is getting the Brute’s cock.
Some whore is taking his seed. Some slut is taking what you crave.

You force yourself to your feet. It is hard to stand but you make yourself do
it. You peel some of the stickier panties from your body and stumble
towards one of the many passage ways leading out of the lair.

The Brute is somewhere in this cellar and you plan to find him. You want to
mount him. You want to bend over for him. You want to do whatever it
takes to get the Brute to fuck you once more.

The broken end.

Yes, he might have something important to say.

Fighting back your fear, you walk back towards him. Your legs are shaking
with every step. This is deeply unsettling. The Brute is a monster but he is a
monster that you can understand. This a ghost and you can feel death
hanging in the air.

The ghost beckons towards you with his good arm. He turns his head so you
don’t have to look at the crater that makes up half his face. His hands fidget
with his clothes which look like a suit.

You stop several feet away from him. Talking is okay but you are not going
to give him a chance to do anything else.

“I have to warn you,” the ghost says. “I used to be the wine steward here. I
took care of these lovely bottles. I distilled them from the screams of the
damned. They fermented from the juices of spent pussies and dried cocks.
Only I knew the recipes for the wines and the cellar was my garden.”

The ghost turns his smashed face to you. The mangled mess makes your
stomach turn.

“But then HE came,” the ghost snarls. “The butler exiled him to the cellar
and did she warn me? No! Did she warn the furnace keeper? No! Did she
warn the maids, the manservants and the victims we had collected? No! No!
No!”

You back away. “Can you tell me how to get out of here? The cellar doors
are locked. Is there any way out?”

“Out?” the ghost yells. “OUT? The only way out is through the furnace!
Only the Nameless Ones can come and go as they wish and that is no
escape my friend, let me tell you! Your only hope is to die before you
become another Brute-sucking whore like the rest of them!”
The ghost screams and then he collapses to the ground. His maimed body
vanishes. It is like he was never there.

Well, that wasn’t helpful. The only clue you got was to ask the Nameless
Ones, whoever they are. Judging from the way the ghost talked about them,
they don’t seem like a safe choice but really, what other options are there?

Light flickers in the distance. It is so far away but you have nowhere else to
go. You just want to get away from these creepy wine racks.

You start walking towards the light. Your pussy distracts you with every
step. You stroke yourself as you walk but it doesn’t help. Has there ever
been a time that you were this aroused?

The ghost’s words haunt you. What was it he said exactly, a Brute-sucking
whore? He said it with such disgust. Maybe he is just jealous that you are
alive. Maybe the Brute doesn’t fuck men.

The passage opens into a large room. The smell of sex is strongest here. The
walls are made of smooth stone as if this used to be a pool or maybe a vault.
There are multiple ways leading out of here, almost too many to count. The
passages look like someone had burrowed through the walls to get here.

There is a large pile in the center of the room. It is made of clothing. As you
get closer, you see that it is underwear. Panties, thongs, a few bikini
bottoms and even some boxers make up the pile. There is enough
underwear here to form a bed of sorts. There is a depression in the pile
where someone large and heavy sleeps. It must be the Brute.

On the top of the pile is your underwear. You almost reach for it before
remembering how it was taken from you. No, that belongs to the Brute now.

The light in the room turns off. Darkness surrounds you and you feel a
moment of panic. A light further away turns on and you feel relief. It is still
dim but at least it is not pitch dark.
You look back at the underwear. Did the Brute strip every woman who has
come into the cellar? It is likely. You look at the pile and try to guess how
many women that pile represents. A hundred? Two hundred? It is an
awfully large pile.

There is a grunt behind you. Slowly, you turn around and see the Brute
standing in one of the many passageways. His cock is glistening and
dripping come. He just fucked someone only a few minutes ago.

The Brute grunts. His hard cock throbs. He scratches one of his hunched
shoulders and shambles towards you. The madness of lust is in his eyes. He
is going to fuck you again.

Your knees go weak. Your pussy clenches. Yes, you want him as badly as
he wants you. The power of his cock inside you is undeniable. He can make
you come and come and come until you pass out.

Maybe it is time you stopped resisting. Maybe you should offer yourself to
this hideous monster with the magic cock. Maybe now is the time to submit
to his vicious desires.

There is a small twinge of doubt. If you give in to him now, will you ever
be able to resist? Could that be what the ghost meant?

The Brute is almost on you. The time to choose is now.

What do you do in the Brute’s lair?

Give yourself willingly to the Brute.

Resist him with everything that you have.

Fuck no, it’s a ghost!

This is too much. It is one thing to be trapped in a cellar, being stalked by

some mutant with a giant cock that makes you come, but you are not
dealing with a fucking ghost. You turn and run down the passage away from
the shimmering ghost.

The passage opens into a large room. The smell of sex is strongest here. The
walls are made of smooth stone as if this used to be a pool or maybe a vault.
There are multiple ways leading out of here, almost too many to count. The
passages look like someone had burrowed through the walls to get here.

There is a large pile in the center of the room. It is made of clothing. As you
get closer, you see that it is underwear. Panties, thongs, a few bikini
bottoms and even some boxers make up the pile. There is enough
underwear here to form a bed of sorts. There is a depression in the pile
where someone large and heavy sleeps. It must be the Brute.

On the top of the pile is your underwear. You almost reach for it before
remembering how it was taken from you. No, that belongs to the Brute now.

The light in the room turns off. Darkness surrounds you and you feel a
moment of panic. A light further away turns on and you feel relief. It is still
dim but at least it is not pitch dark.

You look back at the underwear. Did the Brute strip every woman who has
come into the cellar? It is likely. You look at the pile and try to guess how
many women that pile represents. A hundred? Two hundred? It is an
awfully large pile.

There is a grunt behind you. Slowly, you turn around and see the Brute
standing in one of the many passageways. His cock is glistening and
dripping come. He just fucked someone only a few minutes ago.

The Brute grunts. His hard cock throbs. He scratches one of his hunched
shoulders and shambles towards you. The madness of lust is in his eyes. He
is going to fuck you again.

Your knees go weak. Your pussy clenches. Yes, you want him as badly as
he wants you. The power of his cock inside you is undeniable. He can make
you come and come and come until you pass out.

Maybe it is time you stopped resisting. Maybe you should offer yourself to
this hideous monster with the magic cock. Maybe now is the time to submit
to his vicious desires.

There is a small twinge of doubt. If you give in to him now, will you ever
be able to resist? Could that be what the ghost meant?

The Brute is almost on you. The time to choose is now.

What do you do in the Brute’s lair?

Give yourself willingly to the Brute.

Resist him with everything that you have.

What is the Brute?

“She wants to know about the Brute,” Cunt says. “She wants to know what
he is and how he came to be. She said to me that the Brute was once very
smart and he had a tower all to himself in the house. He worked there and
made strange medicine and weird surgeries. She said to me that he once
made a man with two cocks and a woman with two vaginas to be his wife
but he ended up fucking the woman and the man with two dicks walked out
into the woods.”

The woman stops talking. Is that your answer? It didn’t really explain
anything.

“She said to me that the smart man was always reading the bad books,”
Cunt continues. “He read books that even the Librarian hated. One of these
books came with a visitor of the house and in the book was a secret formula
to become like a god but being like god might sound nice unless you ask
what god you are becoming. She said that was important and it is true
because when the stupid man finished the formula he became a god of
brutality and furious cocks.”

The woman begins to rock back and forth. “She said that he has the cock of
a god and all he fucks worships him. He has the body of a god made to
punish the righteous and the wicked alike. His hair turned the color for seed
fresh from the cock. He learned the secrets of the universe and the secret is
to fuck. He never tires. He rarely sleeps. He fucks, he fucks, he fucks, HE
FUCKS!”

You back away as the woman screams. She reaches between her legs and
strokes furiously at her sex. “She said that he claims you with his cock.
Once he comes, you must worship. Once you have taken his seed, you
become his angels. We are his messengers, trapped in this Cellar to spread
his holy word!”

The woman looks at you. “She said I should go now. I need to worship at
the altar of his balls! Look in the dumb waiter. They send us food. She said
that you are hungry.”

Cunt points at the cabinet doors on the wall. That must be the dumb waiter.
She then walks into the passage that you came through. You watch but she
doesn’t come back.

That’s a lot to process. It sounds like the Brute used to be a normal man but
he is changed now. It is a fantastical story told by a madwoman but then,
everything that has happened down here defies belief. Who is to say if it is
true or not?

You walk over to the cabinet doors and open them. There are plates of food
inside. One of the walls of the cabinet is missing and you see the stone wall
behind it. The wall has grooves from something moving past it frequently.

This must be the dumb waiter that Cunt was talking about. It lowers food
into the cellar from the house upstairs without anyone having to come down
here. That is more proof that no one comes down here willingly.

The food looks like scraps from a meal and someone has cleaned most of
the plates. What is left is half-eaten. Your stomach growls. How long has it
been since you have eaten? It is hard to tell. You have passed out twice.
Well, you are certainly hungry now.

Picking through the plates, you gather what looks edible. There isn’t much.
On one plate is most of the meat of a chicken thigh and on another is an
apple with two bites taken out of it. It is better than nothing.

You are too hungry to pass this up. You decide to take a chance and eat
some of it.
What do you eat from the dumb waiter?

I eat the chicken thigh.

I eat the apple.

How did Cunt get trapped here?

“She wants to know about Cunt,” the woman says. “She said I was a
banker. I made money, lots of money. I had a secretary. I had a man that I
fucked. I had two cars and a 401K. I had two vibrators, three dildos and a
pair of handcuffs.”

The woman sighs and strokes her pussy.

“She said that I was driving to a convention,” Cunt continues. “I was going
to make connections. I was going to make more money. I was going to fuck.
My car broke down and I came here instead. I took off my clothes in the
foyer. I explored on my own. I sucked the Gardener. I ate the Artist’s pussy.
I was cut by Jack. The butler let me be a maid and I was happy. I made
orgasms instead of money. I did what I was told instead of making plans. I
liked it.”

The woman stops talking. She strokes her pussy faster. Her breathing gets
harder and you think she might come but she doesn’t.

“She said to me, that I stole a dildo,” Cunt says. “I told the butler that I
didn’t. It was Erin. She is always bad. She said to me that she does bad
things all the time but the butler never catches her. I told the butler and she
didn’t believe me. She said that I was bad and I needed to go to the Cellar.”

Cunt trembles. She stops stroking and plunges her wet fingers into her
mouth. She bites down hard on her hand and then yelps. As she shakes her
hand, she keeps talking.

“She sent me down here in my maid’s uniform,” Cunt says. “Through the
door and down the stairs. The Brute smelled me. He stripped me and fucked
me. It was awful. It was good. I hated it. I loved it. I want more. MORE!”

Cunt stares at her with wild eyes. “I want him! She said I was a banker but
now I am just Cunt! I am a cunt for the Brute! I LOVE IT! SHE SAID
THAT I LOVE IT!”
The woman screams. It is an angry sound. When the scream dies, Cunt
points at the cabinet doors.

“There is food in the dumb waiter,” Cunt says. “She said that you should
eat. You need to keep your strength up to fuck the Brute. She said I ate so I
can go fuck him now. Bye.”

Cunt walks towards the dark passage that you came through. She doesn’t
look back and you don’t say anything. You keep watching until you can see
her no more.

You walk over to the cabinet doors and open them. There are plates of food
inside. One of the walls of the cabinet is missing and you see the stone wall
behind it. The wall has grooves from something moving past it frequently.

This must be the dumb waiter that Cunt was talking about. It lowers food
into the cellar from the house upstairs without anyone having to come down
here. That is more proof that no one comes down here willingly.

The food looks like scraps from a meal and someone has cleaned most of
the plates. What is left is half-eaten. Your stomach growls. How long has it
been since you have eaten? It is hard to tell. You have passed out twice.
Well, you are certainly hungry now.

Picking through the plates, you gather what looks edible. There isn’t much.
On one plate is most of the meat of a chicken thigh and on another is an
apple with only two bites taken out if. It is better than nothing.

You are too hungry to pass this up. You decide to take a chance and eat
some of it.
What do you eat from the dumb waiter?

I eat the chicken thigh.

I eat the apple.

Bad enough to stick my nipple through that slot.

It is best to just get this over with. You lean close to the door and offer your
left breast. People seem to like it best. The nipple goes into the slot and you
push as much of your breast as possible through.

“Oh, yeah,” Jimmy says. “That is a nice titty.”

Fingers grip your nipple. They gently pull and more of your breast squeezes
through the slot. A thumb presses down on your nipple and rubs it.

“There, now open the door,” you say.

“Hold on,” Jimmy says. “Let a man enjoy himself.”

He lets go of your nipple but his fingers are replaced by a tongue. The
tongue is wet and licks your nipple slowly. Up and down he licks, and your
nipple gets harder.

“Please let me in,” you whisper. “You can lick my breast as much as you
want once I am on the other side.”

Jimmy laughs into your breast. “Yeah, right. Once I let you in, you’ll go
play with one of the young servants like Phillip or Sven. No, I better get
what I need now.”

His lips seal around your breast and he starts sucking. His wet tongue licks
your nipple with wild abandon. The strength of his sucking feels like he is
trying to pull your entire breast through the slot.

Each lick sends a shudder through your body. You press harder against the
door. The need between your thighs grows. You touch your sex and you are
dripping wet. Your fingers plunge in and you let out a groan.

“See?” Jimmy says as he stops licking. “You like it.”

“Let me in and fuck me,” you beg.

He pinches your nipple. Pain shoots through your breast and a bolt of desire
goes straight to your pussy. You stroke faster.

“Please, let me in,” you beg. “You can have both my tits. You can pinch or
suck on them, just promise to fuck me!”

He goes back to sucking your nipple. He takes as much of your breast as

will fit through the slot into his mouth. His tongue laps your nipple with
amazing speed.

There are creaking sounds from the stairs behind you. Oh shit!

“He’s coming,” you whisper. “Let me in.”

Jimmy keeps moaning as he sucks your nipple.

The creaking sounds are louder and faster.

“I’m not kidding!” you snap. “Let me in!”

Jimmy bites down on your nipple and pulls hard. Pain shoots through your
breast.

“MINE!” the Brute yells behind you.

“Fuck!” Jimmy cries as he releases your breast.

You pull your breast from the slot as a powerful hand grabs your neck from
behind. The hand pulls you away from the door and squeezes. You claw at
the fingers but they are too strong.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Jimmy yells. The slot in the door slams shut.

The Brute lets go of your neck. He reaches down and grabs your thighs with
both hands. Lifting you up by your thighs, you fall forward and brace
yourself on the door with your hands. What is he doing?

The head of the Brute’s cock squirms between your thighs. It moves like a
snake against your pussy lips and then it pushes in. The thick head rams
deeps inside you.

“Fuck!” you yell. You are impaled on the cock of the brute. Your poor sex
hasn’t recovered from the last time he used you.

The Brute fucks you. Powerful thrusts drive his cock hard inside you. His
hands clench your thighs and keep you pinned. The force of his thrusts
sends his balls slapping against your pussy.

You scream. Your hands stay on the steel door as you are used without
mercy. The power of his cock splits you in two.

Clicks come from the other side of the door. One by one, the locks are
restored. When the last one locks, you can almost sense the asshole on the
other side backing away from the door.

The Brute fucks your faster. He humps your trapped sex like a rabbit. His
cock rams inside you at incredible speeds.

It is way too fast. He is far too large. It hurts and it hurts a lot.

But it also feels good. There is no explanation for it but it does. Your pussy
is soaking wet and despite his girth, you notice that you are clenching
around him. What is wrong with your pussy? Does it crave the orgasms
from earlier that badly?

The cock throbs inside you. Seed fills your sex as the Brute comes. The hot
seed shoots hard inside as if it was coming out of a fire hose.

You climax. Your arms shake as they struggle to hold you up against the
door.

You come again. This time you scream in pleasure.

A wailing sound comes from the other side of the door. Maybe he didn’t
leave after all. Is it jealousy or fear?

More come pumps into your pussy. You climax again. Another orgasm
crashes into you a spurt of seed later. With every fresh load, your body
comes.

It is too much. Your body convulses on top of his cock. Orgasms follow
orgasms at a rapid pace. You can’t process it all and you feel yourself
falling into unconsciousness once more.

~~~

You awake with a start. You are on the landing next to the door. Your thighs
are stuck together.

It is dried semen. The Brute stuffed you full of his seed and it leaked onto
your thighs. You pull your legs apart and marvel at the sticky mess.

The door! You pull yourself to your feet. Once, twice, three times you
knock on the door.

There is no response.

You almost keep knocking but you stop. What if you attract the Brute’s
attention? You want to get out of here but after that close call, they might be
warier now. No, you should try again later. Much later.

Wait, didn’t the women mention something about the Nameless Ones
leaving when they wanted to? You didn’t like the sound of them but what
choice do you have now? They said you could reach them from the furnace.
You just have to go back downstairs.

You start the long walk down the stairs. Your legs are weak from afterglow.
A pleasant lethargy fills your body. Your pussy aches from the brute’s cock
but there is no denying how much you enjoyed his attack.
Down the stairs you go. The way seems much shorter this time. It only
takes a few minutes to reach the bottom of the stairs and re-enter the
furnace room.

There is no one here. The furnace is unattended. The fire is a lot less than it
was earlier. A pile of coal fills the chute.

Where did the women go? You walk over to the burning furnace. Your foot
steps in something sticky. Ew! It is semen, about two cups worth. Cripes,
how does he come so much?

The Brute must have fucked these two after fucking you. If that is the case,
where are they now? Is there a place where they sleep and recover? Or did
the Brute take them somewhere?

Shit, the women looked crazy but you hope they are okay.

You start to walk towards the passage that the women said led to the
Nameless Ones. Well, technically they said it led to the altar, whatever that
is. You will find out when you get there.

As you cross the room, the bell on top of the furnace rings. You stop. There
is no one to load coal into it. The woman said that if they did it, they would
eventually be let out but you are not sure. Then again, you are new here so
what do you know?
Do you load coal into the furnace?

Yes, I might as well help if I can.

No, I should get to the altar room before the Brute shows up again.
Not bad enough to trust some pervert with my breast.

“No,” you say. “I don’t trust you. Let me through the door and we can talk
about a fair trade.”

“Smart!” Jimmy says on the other side of the door. “If you were in the
House, I am sure you would have gone far with your sense of self-
preservation. Too bad you are stuck being the Brute’s semen-dump!”

The slot slams shut. Clicks come from the other side of the door. He is
locking you in.

“No!” you yell. You pound on the door. “Please, open the door!”

There is a grunt behind you. You turn around and see the Brute standing
only a few steps down. How the fuck did he get up here without you
hearing him?

The Brute grabs you by the breast. Strong fingers maul your tit as he
squeezes. He pushes you until your back hits the wall. Lips curl back into a
snarl.

“JACK ME!” he commands.

The fingers tighten. Pain shoots through your breast.

“Yes, yes, yes,” you groan. Your hands go to his hard cock. It is fully erect
but it squirms in your hand like a living thing. It takes both hands to control
it and you start to stroke him.

The Brute groans. The grip on your breast gets tighter. He is squeezing too
hard and tears spring to your eyes.

“GOOD COME-DUMP” the Brute says.

Shame burns on your cheeks. Did he hear what Jimmy called you or is that
just how he thinks of you? It doesn’t matter what he calls you, you are still
going to obey him.

You keep stroking his monstrous cock. There is no lube but he doesn’t seem
to need it. Your pussy clenches in jealousy. He is so thick and long but he
isn’t inside you. It feels like a waste just to masturbate him. Your ass grinds
against the door as you daydream about him ramming you.

The Brute grunts. He cares nothing for your need.

The cock throbs and nearly escapes your grip. It is hard to masturbate him
while his hand crushes your breast but you keep at it. You tighten your grip
and stroke him as fast as you can.

The Brute releases your breast. He grabs your head and pushes down. You
fall to your knees, looking up at his cock as you continue to stroke him.

“OPEN!” he commands and you know he wants your mouth. You obey
instantly, opening wide as you point his cock at your face.

The seed shoots out of his cock with unearthly pressure. It blasts your face
and you hit your head on the steel door behind you. You are struck blind as
the first load glazes your face.

Some of it lands in your mouth. A tingling sensation spreads down your

throat and into the rest of your body. There is a tightness in your pussy as if
you are about to come but how is that possible with nothing touching you?

The cock pumps a second stream of seed into your face. More lands in your
mouth and your throat is coated in sticky semen. The rest covers your face,
dripping down onto your body.

You climax. It makes no sense but you orgasm. You come as you struggle to
swallow the Brute’s seed.
The Brute’s cock keeps ejaculating and you keep coming. You try to cry out
as you come a second time but your mouth is full of seed. Your hands are
loose on his cock but he keeps coming.

You climax again. Another orgasm crashes into you with another splash of
seed. With every fresh load, your body comes.

It is too much. Your body convulses on top of his cock. Orgasms follow
orgasms at a rapid pace. You can’t process it all and you feel yourself
falling into unconsciousness once more.

~~~

You awake with a start. You are on the landing next to the door. Your eyes
are sealed shut and won’t open.

Panic comes over you. Gripping your face, you pull at the drying slime. It
takes several wipes but eventually you can open your eyes again.

It is dried semen. The Brute covered you with an unbelievable amount of

seed. You peel it from your face, hands and chest. It takes a while but you
get most of it off your skin.

The door! You pull yourself to your feet. Once, twice, three times you
knock on the door.

There is no response.

You almost keep knocking but you stop. What if you attract the Brute’s
attention? You want to get out of here but after that close call, they might be
warier now. No, you should try again later. Much later.

Wait, didn’t the women mention something about the Nameless Ones
leaving when they wanted to? You didn’t like the sound of them but what
choice do you have now? They said you could reach them from the furnace.
You just have to go back downstairs.
You start the long walk down the stairs. Your legs are weak from afterglow.
A pleasant lethargy fills your body. Your skin is a sticky mess but there is
no denying how much you enjoyed his attack.

Down the stairs you go. The way seems much shorter this time. It only
takes a few minutes to reach the bottom of the stairs and re-enter the
furnace room.

There is no one here. The furnace is unattended. The fire is a lot less than it
was earlier. A pile of coal fills the chute.

Where did the women go? You walk over to the burning furnace. Your foot
steps in something sticky. Ew! It is semen, about two cups worth. Cripes,
how does he come so much?

The Brute must have fucked these two after fucking you. If that is the case,
where are they now? Is there a place where they sleep and recover? Or did
the Brute take them somewhere?

Shit, the women looked crazy but you hope they are okay.

You start to walk towards the passage that the women said led to the
Nameless Ones. Well, technically they said it led to the altar, whatever that
is. You will find out when you get there.

As you cross the room, the bell on top of the furnace rings. You stop. There
is no one to load coal into it. The woman said that if they did it, they would
eventually be let out but you are not sure. Then again, you are new here so
what do you know?
Do you load coal into the furnace?

Yes, I might as well help if I can.

No, I should get to the altar room before the Brute shows up again.
Yes, I might as well help if I can.

You go over to the chute to get some coal. The black rock is heavier than it
looks. You bring it over to the furnace. The door is hot to the touch but
fortunately there is a hook sitting on the floor. You open the door with the
hook and throw the coal in.

The bell keeps ringing.

Since you feel committed now, you walk back over to the coal chute and get
some more. You bring more coal over to the furnace and toss it in.

The bell keeps ringing.

It takes seven trips in all before the bell stops. By the time this happens,
your hands are incredibly dirty and you are covered in sweat. You are
breathing hard and there is an ache in your back. It is hard to imagine doing
this for any length of time.

There is a pile of clothes in the corner. You examine them for something to
wipe your hands with. All the clothes are shredded, most likely by the
Brute. You find a torn cotton shirt and use it to wipe your hands. They
won’t be clean until you find some soap but you doubt you will find any of
that down here.

You have wasted enough time here. Part of you feels good that you did your
part in helping the women keep the furnace fed. If they were right, maybe
you helped get them closer to getting out of here.

Unless they have already been released? No, you doubt that. You were
passed out at the door. If they did get out, you think you would know.
Wouldn’t you?

Shaking your head, you walk away from the furnace and head down the
passage towards where the women said the Nameless Ones would be.
The tunnel is dark and the light from the furnace room quickly fades. You
are almost getting used to walking in darkness but it is unsettling. The
ground beneath you changes to what feels like sand. The walls have a rough
texture that is abrasive. It makes for an uncomfortable walk.

The tunnel turns to the left but luckily you have your hand on a wall to help
guide you. There is another turn to the right and then another to the left.
Since you can only keep a hand on one wall at a time, you start to worry
that you are missing other branches.

A light turns on right above you, blinding you temporarily. When your eyes
adjust to the light, you find yourself in a large room. Sand covers the floor
and the walls are made of yellow stone.

The center of the room is what holds your attention. It is a large block of
stone. Rings of metal have been hammered into the four corners and you
can’t shake the feeling that they are to help tie someone down.

This must be the altar, but where are the Nameless Ones?

“Hello?” you call out.

Nothing.

You get closer to the alter. There is a giant stain on the stone. You worry
that it is blood, but no, it is much lighter than blood would be.

Wait, it is still wet. You bend over and take a sniff.

Oh! It smells like sex. This is a wet spot left behind by fucking.
Considering that there isn’t a bucket of semen everywhere, it wasn’t the
Brute that had sex here.

Desires comes over you suddenly. Your pussy clenches and juices trickle
down your legs. You put your hand on your sex and groan at the simple
touch. Your sex is sensitive and you are on the verge of climax
The rest of your body is just as sensitive. Your nipples are hard. You lick
your lips and have an urge to kiss. A sensual energy comes over you and
you hump the air with the need to fuck.

You should get on the altar. Yes, you can lie back and finger yourself to
orgasm. That would be wonderful. It would be the greatest climax of your
life.

Wait, why would it be so great? It is made of stone. Not only would it be

uncomfortable, but it is a freaking altar. Why on earth would you lie on it
like some kind of offering or sacrifice?

You stroke yourself harder. Your body trembles with desire. You must get
off and you have to do it right now.
Where are you going to come?

I masturbate on the altar.

I masturbate away from the altar.

No, I should get to the altar room before the Brute shows up again.

The coal was their problem, not yours. Besides, you are enough of a mess
right now and loading coal is just going to make it worse. You walk away
from the furnace and head down the passage towards where the women said
the Nameless Ones would be.

The tunnel is dark and the light from the furnace room quickly fades. You
are almost getting used to walking in darkness but it is unsettling. The
ground beneath you changes to what feels like sand. The walls have a rough
texture that is abrasive. It makes for an uncomfortable walk.

The tunnel turns to the left but luckily you have your hand on a wall to help
guide you. There is another turn to the right and then another to the left.
Since you can only keep a hand on one wall at a time, you start to worry
that you are missing other branches.

A light turns on right above you, blinding you temporarily. When your eyes
adjust to the light, you find yourself in a large room. Sand covers the floor
and the walls are made of yellow stone.

The center of the room is what holds your attention. It is a large block of
stone. Rings of metal have been hammered into the four corners and you
can’t shake the feeling that they are to help tie someone down.

This must be the altar, but where are the Nameless Ones?

“Hello?” you call out.

Nothing.

You get closer to the altar. There is a giant stain on the stone. You worry
that it is blood, but no, it is much lighter than blood would be.

Wait, it is still wet. You bend over and take a sniff.

Oh! It smells like sex. This is a wet spot left behind by fucking.
Considering that there isn’t a bucket of semen everywhere, it wasn’t the
Brute that had sex here.

Desires comes over you suddenly. Your pussy clenches and juices trickle
down your legs. You put your hand on your sex and groan at the simple
touch. Your sex is sensitive and you are on the verge of climax

The rest of your body is just as sensitive. Your nipples are hard. You lick
your lips and have an urge to kiss. A sensual energy comes over you and
you hump the air with the need to fuck.

You should get on the altar. Yes, you can lie back and finger yourself to
orgasm. That would be wonderful. It would be the greatest climax of your
life.

Wait, why would it be so great? It is made of stone. Not only would it be

uncomfortable, but it is a freaking altar. Why on earth would you lie on it
like some kind of offering or sacrifice?

You stroke yourself harder. Your body trembles with desire. You must get
off and you have to do it right now.
Where are you going to come?

I masturbate on the altar.

I masturbate away from the altar.

I masturbate on the altar.

Yes. This feels like a promising idea although you don’t really know why.

You climb onto the altar. It is cold but the stone is smooth. When you lay
back, your legs spread wide towards the metal rings. You tuck your hand
under your head to keep from resting your head on the hard stone.

The single light in the room flickers. It cast strange shadows across the
room. There is movement in the corners of your eyes but you are sure that it
is just a trick of the light.

You reach between your legs. Your pussy is so wet that your fingers slip in
easily. Sensations shoot through your body and your back arches. Damn,
you are terribly sensitive.

Desire takes over. You stroke yourself. There is no need for a fantasy or to
even close your eyes. Your urge to be fucked is all the motivation that you
need.

The sound of your pussy getting stroked fills the room and echo down the
passageways. Your moans soon join the sound of your sex. The sounds
bounce and back and forth and you can almost imagine that countless other
women are moaning with you.

You are close. Just a few more strokes.

The ceiling is purple. You hadn’t noticed that before. It looks like someone
painted a purple fog on the ceiling, or maybe some kind of nebula.

You stroke faster. Your toes curl. You are so close to coming.

Something hisses. It sounds close. You are too busy masturbating to stop.

Your body is on the edge of orgasm. You writhe on the table. Your fingers
are buried deep inside you.
What if the Brute found you like this? You almost hope he does. His big
thick cock needs to be inside you. Your entire body aches to be impaled
onto him.

There are stars in the ceiling. Small gold lights flicker. It must be something
in the paint like glitter.

Your orgasm is just out of reach. You start to whimper. The urge to come is
so great that you can think of nothing else.

“Please,” you call out. It feels like you are one stroke away from climax.
Your body tenses on the cliff of pleasure and you want nothing more than to
go over the edge.

Just another stroke will do it.

No.

Maybe lifting your hips and humping the air.

No.

Maybe picturing the Brute between your legs.

No.

The feeling of your near-climax slips away and you know you cannot get it
back.
The urge to fuck leaves your body as suddenly as it came. The stone
beneath you feels cold. Your back aches.

“FUCK!” you yell in frustration. What just happened? You pull your fingers
out of your wet sex and wipe them on the altar. Feeling strangely
vulnerable, you hop off the altar.
Standing back on the sand, you glance up. The ceiling is just yellow stone.
There is no way that you could have mistaken it for a purple cloud.

“I’m done,” you say out loud. This place is creepy you out and you are
cranky from not being able to come. You were so damn close!

There are two ways leading out of here, both dark. When you stand at the
passage to the left, you feel a soft breeze. Could it possibly lead outside?
That seems unlikely but damn, you should check, right? Unless it is a trap,
which seems equally possible.

The passage to the right has no such breeze but you do hear something. It
sounds like moans. You are not sure if it is a man or a woman, or maybe
both. Either way, the moans sounds like they are having a good time.
Which way do you go?

To the left where the breeze is coming from.

To the right where the moans are coming from.

I masturbate away from the altar.

You back away from the stone altar. Your hand is between your legs as you
walk, stroking away at your needy sex. At first you only meant to get a few
feet away from the altar but it doesn’t seem far enough. Only when your
back is pressed against the far wall do you feel safe again.

The urge to fuck is overwhelming. Both hands are on your sex as you rub
furiously. The stone behind you scratches your back but the tiny sparks of
pain only make you clench tighter.

The sound of your wet pussy fills the room. It probably wouldn’t be the first
time. What do they do on the altar? Do they fuck? Is it some kind of ritual
sex? Are the participants all human?

Where did that idea come from? It is this place. The cellar is creepy but this
room is the worse. It is the kind of place where you can easily imagine
demons and ghosts could be summoned.

You stroke harder. The place might be creepy but you are turned on. It is
like you haven’t climaxed in a month. Your body aches to be touched, used
and fucked.

There are prints in the sand that you hadn’t noticed before. You count the
sets as you stroke yourself. It looks like six people though it might be more.
Do they all stand around the altar or do they take turns making that wet spot
you saw?

Forget about it, it is not important. You are close to coming and you want to
enjoy it.

Your climax is just out of reach. It feels like you are on the verge of coming
but it isn’t happening.

Just another stroke will do it.

No.

Maybe grinding against the wall behind you.

No.

Maybe picturing the Brute between your legs.

No.

The feeling of your near-climax slips away and you know you cannot get it
back.
The urge to fuck leaves your body as suddenly as it came. Your back aches.

“FUCK!” you yell in frustration. What just happened? You pull your fingers
out of your wet sex and wipe them on the wall behind you.

There is a menace in the air that wasn’t there before. It feels like lightning is
about to strike or a coworker is about to get pissed. You have a terrible
feeling about this place.

“I’m leaving,” you say out loud. This place is starting to scare you and you
are irritable from not being able to come. You were so damn close!

There are two ways leading out of here, both dark. When you stand at the
passage to the left, you feel a soft breeze. Could it possibly lead outside?
That seems unlikely but damn, you should check, right? Unless it is a trap,
which seems equally possible.

The passage to the right has no such breeze but you do hear something. It
sounds like moans. You are not sure if it is a man or a woman, or maybe
both. Either way, the moans sounds like they are having a good time.
Which way do you go?

To the left where the breeze is coming from.

To the right where the moans are coming from.

To the left where the breeze is coming from.

If there is any chance, even a small one, that the breeze is coming from
outside, you need to investigate. The women at the furnace hadn’t
mentioned another way out but how reliable were they, anyway? Could they
have been lying?

The passageway is dark but you are becoming an expert on this. You boldly
walk into the dark with one hand on a wall and the other hand in front of
you. The sand beneath your feet goes away and you feel the grit of regular
dirt. That’s good, it lets you move a lot faster. The walls are covered in a
mixture of dirt and solid rock.

You feel the breeze on your face. The smell of rain is in the air. Your heart
beats faster. This must lead outside!

A light flicker ahead. You shield your eyes and look around. The passage
looks more like a tunnel that has been dug by hand. The ceiling is quite
high but probably not that high for the Brute.

There is a split in the passage. One way continues while the other way
branches to the left. Which should you take?

You stand at the intersection. The breeze is coming from the left. That’s
where you will go.

Two steps down the left tunnel, there is a grunt up ahead. Light flickers and
you see the outline of the Brute.

“Fuck, shit!” you cry. You can’t deal with him right now! Did he see you?
He must have!

You turn around and run down the center branch. Another light flickers to
life. Thank goodness, you didn’t want to run in the dark.

There is another branch! One way goes left and the other goes right.
You stop again. Stepping into the left tunnel, you try to feel a breeze but
there is nothing there. At least, you are not sure.

What do people do when they want to feel the wind? That’s right, they wet
their finger. You stick your fingers into your wet pussy and pull them out.
Holding it up, you close your eyes and try to feel the breeze.

Yes, you feel it to the left!

You open your eyes and start walking. Around a corner, another light comes
to life. Further down the hall is the Brute again!

“NO!” he grunts and he starts walking towards you. His large cock swings
between his legs like a snake.

“Fuck!” you yell as you back away. You run down the right branch.

Wait, is he following you? Or is he herding you? You know how fast he is.
If he wanted to grab you, he could have. Or maybe he just wants you to stay
away from that branch?

Fuck, what do you do? Maybe you could try sneaking past him to the
source of the breeze. He can’t be everywhere.

Your pussy clenches. You know what he will do if he grabs you. Judging by
how wet you are, part of you is looking forward to it. Maybe he is herding
you for a reason. It might be best to keep going where he wants you to.
What choice do you make?

Sneak around the Brute to where the breeze is coming from.

Let the Brute herd me.

To the right where the moans are coming from.

Curiosity gets the better of you once more. You should be looking for a way
out but the sounds of someone in pleasure is impossible for you to ignore.
Isn’t this how you became stuck in the cellar in the first place?

That is true, but what really makes you curious is the fact that you know
that the Brute isn’t the one responsible for those moans. He is too busy
kicking the asses of these cultists. That means there might be something
else down here that makes a person moan like that.

The passage is dark but you boldly go down it. Your hand stays on a wall to
keep you from getting lost. As the fight continues behind you, you rush
down the passage before anyone notices that you are gone.

The sounds of the fight fade. The sand beneath your feet is replaced with
cold metal. The wall changes from stone to metal as well. Your fingers can
feel the rivets in the wall. What kind of cellar has metal floor and walls?

The moans get louder. They increase in speed. Yes, someone is getting
fucked. The sound is making you jealous.

You keep walking. The path is curiously straight. How long have you been
walking? It seems like quite a distance. Are you even under the house
anymore?

There is a buzzing sound as a light turns on up ahead. The light illuminates

a large metal door with dials on it. There is a wheel on the door with
spokes. It reminds you of a vault door from a heist movie.

The moans are coming from the door. You pick out four distinct voices,
moaning in pleasure. Is there an orgy on the other side of the door?

Wait, how are you even hearing anything through this door? The door is
made of metal and looks like it belongs in a fortress. How loud are they on
the other side?
There is only one way to find out. You need to open this door.

You try to turn the wheel. It moves a fraction of an inch and that is all.

What about the dials? There are dozens of them. One has numbers on it like
you would find on a safe. Another dial has letters. A third dial has
astrological symbols while a fourth dial has engravings of different cocks.

A count tells you that there are fifty-four dials in all. Holy shit, how many
combinations are possible? Are all the dials necessary to open the door?
That seems insane. What could possibly be so important to keep locked up
here?

The moaning gets louder. You think that you can hear other things as well.
There is the sound of someone sucking. You hear a wet pussy getting
fucked. That might be the sound of an ass getting slapped.

Your hand goes between your legs. Despite the strangeness that you have
been through, you are getting turned on. Pussy juice drips between your
legs.

You look at the dials. There must be a trick. Maybe only some of them need
to be turned.

That might just be wishful thinking. Maybe you should stop wasting your
time here and keep going down the passage?
Do you stay and try to open the vault?

Yes, there must be a way inside!

No, they locked this shit up for a reason.

Sneak around the Brute to where the breeze is coming from.

It isn’t easy. The Brute seems to know where you are most of the time. You
duck into one passage and just when you think that you are getting close,
the shadow of his thick bulk blocks your way.

You keep trying. After a few tries, you figure out where the lights are.
Through trial and error, you learn how close you need to be to a light to
make it turn on. Turn by turn, tunnel by tunnel, you slowly avoid the Brute
and get closer to the source of the breeze.

There are distractions. Your pussy clenches the entire time. You catch
yourself playing with your nipples. Even leaning against a wall sends
shivers down your back as you imagine getting fucked against it.

Something is happening to your body. You have never been this aroused. It
is almost impossible to keep your hand away from your pussy.

Still, you persist. The Brute tries to cut you off but you are learning quickly.
This place is a maze but the breeze keeps calling to you.

Eventually you manage to outwit the brute. You lure him to a tunnel that
has a branch that lets you get behind him. Once you have a clear path, you
take off running in the direction of the breeze.

You finally reach the tunnel that Brute guards so well. It is dark but there is
a flash of lightning from outside that fills the room for only a split-second.
You nearly cry out with joy. It is the first sign that you have had of a
connection to the outside!

The sound of rain guides you. Around another corner, you finally find the
source of the breeze. Up high against the ceiling of the tunnel, is an open
window. The panes of glass are long since shattered.

Sadly, there are thick metal bars covering the broken window. You can
barely reach the bottom of the window at your height. Your fingers wrap
around the base of the metal bar and pull.

The cold metal is immovable. You doubt even the Brute could break his
way through.

“Fuck, shit!” you yell. So close! What if you found tools? What if you
recruited some of the women to help? Maybe together in time you could
break through?

No, the Brute would never allow it. It took forever to evade him long
enough to even find this window. Any escape attempt would end in
violence and fucking.

Wait, why did he work so hard to prevent you from seeing a window that
you can’t even get through?

There is a grunt behind you. A light comes on and the Brute is only a few
feet away from you. How long has he been there?

The grunting continues. It is his version of laughing. This was just a game
he played with you.

Despair sweeps over you as the Brute lunges for you. He picks up and
throws you over his shoulder. His arm pins your legs as he carries you
through the tunnels.

You scream. You pound his broad back with your fists. You cry as you
realize that there never was a way out.

The Brute carries you through the passageways. You lose track of
intersections and branches. It doesn’t matter. You know now that if you get
loose again, he will always find you.

The passage opens into a large room. The smell of sex is strongest here. The
walls are made of smooth stone as if this used to be a pool or maybe a vault.
There are multiple ways leading out of here, almost too many to count. The
passages look like someone had burrowed through the walls to get here.
Without warning, the Brute tosses you from his shoulder and onto the floor.
You scream at first but then you land in a pile of something soft.

It is underwear. Panties, thongs, a few bikini bottoms and even some boxers
make up the pile beneath you. There is enough underwear here to form a
bed of sorts. There is a depression in the pile where someone large and
heavy sleeps. It must be the Brute.

On the top of the pile is your underwear. You almost reach for it before
remembering how it was taken from you. No, that belongs to the Brute now.

Did the Brute strip every woman who has come into the cellar? It is likely.
You look at the pile and try to guess how many women that pile represents.
A hundred? Two hundred? It is an awfully large pile.

The Brute grunts. His hard cock throbs. He scratches one of his hunched
shoulders and shambles towards you. The madness of lust is in his eyes. He
is going to fuck you again.

Your knees go weak. Your pussy clenches. Yes, you want him as badly as
he wants you. The power of his cock inside you is undeniable. He can make
you come and come and come until you pass out.

Maybe it is time you stopped resisting. Maybe you should offer yourself to
this hideous monster with the magic cock. Maybe now is the time to submit
to his vicious desires.

There is a small twinge of doubt. If you give in to him now, will you ever
be able to resist? Could that be what the ghost meant?

The Brute is almost on you. The time to choose is now.

What do you do in the Brute’s lair?

Give yourself willingly to the Brute.

Resist him with everything that you have.

Let the Brute herd me.

What is the point in resisting? The Brute knows these tunnels better than
you. He is quicker than he looks and very clever. You also know how strong
he is and don’t wish to anger him.

You head away from the breeze. When you reach another intersection, you
go to the left on a whim. It must have been the right choice because the
Brute doesn’t appear.

The lights are unreliable. They turn off and you are forced to walk in
darkness. At other times, the lights come on and are almost painfully bright.

There is another intersection. You go to the right and after a few steps, you
see the Brute standing farther down the tunnel. He strokes his cock and
glares at you.

You turn around and take the other path.

It is clear the Brute is guiding you somewhere. He appears when you try to
take the tunnel with the dripping sounds. He blocks the way that slopes
downwards. He keeps you from taking the passage that is painted in garish
colors.

As you keep walking, your own desire builds. Your pussy drips down your
thighs. It is impossible to keep your hand away from your sex. All you want
to do is find somewhere quiet to sit and masturbate but you have a feeling
the Brute won’t let you. There is somewhere he wants you to be.

Eventually the passage opens into a large room. The smell of sex is
strongest here. The walls are made of smooth stone as if this used to be a
pool or maybe a vault. There are multiple ways leading out of here, almost
too many to count. The passages look like someone had burrowed through
the walls to get here.
There is a large pile in the center of the room. It is made of clothing. As you
get closer, you see that it is underwear. Panties, thongs, a few bikini
bottoms and even some boxers make up the pile. There is enough
underwear here to form a bed of sorts. There is a depression in the pile
where someone large and heavy sleeps. It must be the Brute.

On the top of the pile is your underwear. You almost reach for it before
remembering how it was taken from you. No, that belongs to the Brute now.

The light in the room turns off. Darkness surrounds you and you feel a
moment of panic. A light further away comes on and you feel relief. It is
still dim but at least it is not pitch dark.

You look back at the underwear. Did the Brute strip every woman who has
come into the cellar? It is likely. You look at the pile and try to guess how
many women that pile represents. A hundred? Two hundred? It is an
awfully large pile.

There is a grunt behind you. Slowly, you turn around and see the Brute
standing in one of the many passageways. His cock is glistening and
dripping come. He just fucked someone only a few minutes ago. When did
he find the time as he was herding you?

The Brute grunts. His hard cock throbs. He scratches one of his hunched
shoulders and shambles towards you. The madness of lust is in his eyes. He
is going to fuck you again. This is where he has been leading you.

Your knees go weak. Your pussy clenches. Yes, you want him as badly as
he wants you. The power of his cock inside you is undeniable. He can make
you come and come and come until you pass out.

Maybe it is time you stopped resisting. Maybe you should offer yourself to
this hideous monster with the magic cock. Maybe now is the time to submit
to his vicious desires.

There is a small twinge of doubt. If you give in to him now, will you ever
be able to resist? Could that be what the ghost meant?
The Brute is almost on you. The time to choose is now.
What do you do in the Brute’s lair?

Give yourself willingly to the Brute.

Resist him with everything that you have.

I decline their offer.

The robed woman nods her head when you answer. “We respect your
decision. Our path is not for everyone. To give up one’s name is a terrible
thing.”

“Thank you for understanding,” you say. “I guess I will leave now.” You
plan to go back to the furnace and try that door that they were talking about.

The robed woman shakes her head. “No, you will not be leaving,” she says.

The rest of the robed people surge forward. You turn to run but they grab
you quickly. They are quite strong and together they lift you up into the air.
You carried through the room and set down on the altar. Hands grab your
arms and legs. They pin you down to the hard stone.

“What are you doing?” you yell. “I’m not joining your cult!”

“That is okay,” a robed man says. He climbs up on the altar between your
legs. “We can still use you for a sacrifice in our orgy.”

“Accept out Offering, Gods of Pleasure!” the robed people chant together.

You try to get free. The cultists hold onto you tight. They spread your legs
further apart. The robed man grins as he strokes himself erect. He aims his
cock down towards your pussy.

“MINE!” a voice grunts.

“Oh, shit,” the robed man between your legs says.

The Brute is standing at the passage that you came through. His flat nostrils
are flaring. A vein on the top of his forehead is pulsing. His cock is hard
and swinging wildly from left to right like a viper looking to strike.
The robed people let you go. The man between your legs scrambles off the
altar. Several of the robed people hold their hands up in submission.

The Brute roars and then he rushes them. He grabs a woman by the head
and throws her across the room. His powerful fingers grab the throat of a
hooded man and squeezes. As he chokes the man, he uses his other hand to
punch at random cultists.

A hooded man stumbles back from the fight towards the altar. He clutches
his chest which looks like it has been caved in by a punch. Blood falls from
his lips.

“I said that this will end in pain,” he groans before he passes out.
The Brute is furious. He has a woman by the leg and is using her as a
weapon. You watch as his cock swings and knocks a man unconscious. He
is a monster among prey.

You need to get the fuck out of here. It is impossible to go back the way you
came but there are two other passages leading out of here. In the chaos of
the fight, no one will notice you leaving

When you stand at the passage to the left, you feel a soft breeze. Could it
possibly lead outside? That seems unlikely but damn, you should check,
right? Unless it is a trap, which seems equally possible.

The passage to the right has no such breeze but you do hear something even
over the sounds of the massacre behind you. It sounds like moans. You are
not sure if it is a man or a woman, or maybe both. Either way, the moans
sounds like they are having a good time.
Which way do you go?

To the left where the breeze is coming from.

To the right where the moans are coming from.

I accept their offer.

The robed woman smiles when she hears your answer. “Good. You have
chosen a life of discovery and sensation. Now come and kneel on the altar.”

The cultists part allowing you to walk towards the altar. You notice that
there is a giant wet spot on the stone. That is not too surprising. They did
mention orgies after all.

You climb onto the altar. The stone is hard on your knees but you get into a
kneeling position. Unsure what to do with your hands you rest them on your
thighs.

The Nameless Ones gather in a circle around you. They spread their hands
and touch the genitals of the person next to them. Together, they hum.

The hairs on your arms stand up. A charge runs from the altar and up your
knees towards your sex. There is a pleasant vibration on your pussy that
makes you moan.

“Gods of Fucking, Gods of Desire, we bring you a follower. Fill her mind!
Fill her cunt! Fill her soul!”

The vibration between your legs gets stronger. Your hips roll to meet the
unseen vibrations.

“Gods of Climax, Gods of Sucking, we bring you a follower. Fill her mind!
Fill her cunt! Fill her soul!”

The vibrations spread. You feel it on your thighs. There is a light pressure
on your asshole.

“Gods of Pain, Gods of Submission, we bring you a follower. Fill her mind!
Fill her cunt! Fill her soul!”
Now the vibrations touch your nipples. Something presses against the base
of your spine. It feels wonderful.

You do wonder how many Gods there are.

“Gods of the Squeeze, Gods of the Dance, we bring you a follower. Fill her
mind! Fill her cunt! Fill her soul!”

“MINE!” a terrible voice calls out.

It is the Brute! He stands at the passage that you came through. He is

snarling and his giant hands are curled into even bigger fists. His cock is
hard and swinging from left to right like a cobra about to strike.

The Nameless Ones scream. The vibrations on your body vanish.

The Brute rushes the cultists. He punches a man and he goes flying into a
stone wall. He kicks a woman and she hits the ceiling. He lunges at a cultist
and bites his face. There is an arc of blood that splatters a wall.

The cultists swarm the Brute. You see the flash of knives and you wonder
where the people keep weapons in their robes. They stab but their weapons
break on the skin of the raging monster.

One of the wounded cultists stumbles to the altar. His arm hangs at an
unnatural angle. “I said this would end in pain,” he moans before passing
out.

The Brute is furious. He has a woman by the leg and is using her as a
weapon. You watch as his cock swings and knocks a man unconscious. He
is a monster among prey.

You jump down from the altar. So much for this idea. You need to get the
fuck out of here. It is impossible to go back the way you came but there are
two other passages leading out of here. In the chaos of the fight, no one will
notice you leaving
When you stand at the passage to the left, you feel a soft breeze. Could it
possibly lead outside? That seems unlikely but damn, you should check,
right? Unless it is a trap, which seems equally possible.

The passage to the right has no such breeze but you do hear something even
over the sounds of the massacre behind you. It sounds like moans. You are
not sure if it is a man or a woman, or maybe both. Either way, the moans
sounds like they are having an enjoyable time.
Which way do you go?

To the left where the breeze is coming from.

To the right where the moans are coming from.

Yes, there must be a way inside!

You’re a smart person. You read a lot and play all sorts of games and
interactive fiction. If there is a way inside this vault, you are confident that
you can find it!

There are so many damn dials but you set up a system and start studying
them. Some of the dials have weird symbols that look like gibberish so you
ignore them. A few of the dials don’t turn at all so they might just be
dummies. One of the dials just has two words, OPEN and LOCKED so you
set it to OPEN.

The other dials are trickier. Some of the dials are level with each other and
you spend some time only turning them. There are four dials that look
identical with different shapes of breasts and you spend some time aligning
them. At one point, you notice that six dials are painted in the same color
and you focus your attention on them.

While you work, the sounds from the vault get more explicit. You hear the
slapping of someone’s pelvis into someone else’s bottom. There is a
shuddering scream that is purely orgasmic. You hear a bed squeak from
passionate fucking.

It is distracting. You stroke yourself constantly as you think. Your pussy is

soaking wet but no matter how hard you stroke, you just can’t seem to
climax.

What if you turned all the dials a complete revolution?

No, it is still locked.

What if you turned every other dial six times?

No, it is still locked.

What if you scream and pound on the door?

No, it is still locked.

You give up. There are too many dials and too many combinations. The
moans are too loud and you are burning with jealousy from what you can
hear. It is hard to think and you are frustrated in more ways than one.

But what if you . . .no, no, no! You could be here all night. It is time to walk
away. Maybe you can find clues for the door somewhere else.

You continue down the passage. The moans fade behind you. Sometimes
you think of another combination to try but you force yourself to keep
walking.

After a long walk, the passage opens into a large room. The smell of sex is
strong here. The walls are made of smooth stone as if this used to be a pool
or maybe a vault. There are multiple ways leading out of here, almost too
many to count. The passages look like someone had burrowed through the
walls to get here.

There is a large pile in the center of the room. It is made of clothing. As you
get closer, you see that it is underwear. Panties, thongs, a few bikini
bottoms and even some boxers make up the pile. There is enough
underwear here to form a bed of sorts. There is a depression in the pile
where someone large and heavy sleeps. It must be the Brute.

On the top of the pile is your underwear. You almost reach for it before
remembering how it was taken from you. No, that belongs to the Brute now.

The light in the room turns off. Darkness surrounds you and you feel a
moment of panic. A light further away comes on and you feel relief. It is
still dim but at least it is not pitch dark.

You look back at the underwear. Did the Brute strip every woman who has
come into the cellar? It is likely. You look at the pile and try to guess how
many women that pile represents. A hundred? Two hundred? It is an
awfully large pile.
There is a grunt behind you. Slowly, you turn around and see the Brute
standing in one of the many passageways. His cock is glistening and
dripping come. He just fucked someone only a few minutes ago.

The Brute grunts. His hard cock throbs. He scratches one of his hunched
shoulders and shambles towards you. The madness of lust is in his eyes. He
is going to fuck you again.

Your knees go weak. Your pussy clenches. Yes, you want him as badly as
he wants you. The power of his cock inside you is undeniable. He can make
you come and come and come until you pass out.

Maybe it is time you stopped resisting. Maybe you should offer yourself to
this hideous monster with the magic cock. Maybe now is the time to submit
to his vicious desires.

There is a small twinge of doubt. If you give in to him now, will you ever
be able to resist? Could that be what the ghost meant?

The Brute is almost on you. The time to choose is now.

What do you do in the Brute’s lair?

Give yourself willingly to the Brute.

Resist him with everything that you have.

No, they locked this shit up for a reason.

A terrible thought comes to you. The Brute is wondering around this whole
cellar, attacking women and doing as he pleases. The people of the house
are fine with him down here but for some reason they need to lock
something in this vault. How bad is whatever they locked away?

You back away from the vault. The moans get louder. Someone has a very
loud orgasm. You ignore it and keep going down the passage.

The moans fade behind you. After a long walk, the passage opens into a
large room. The smell of sex is strong here. The walls are made of smooth
stone as if this used to be a pool or maybe a vault. There are multiple ways
leading out of here, almost too many to count. The passages look like
someone had burrowed through the walls to get here.

There is a large pile in the center of the room. It is made of clothing. As you
get closer, you see that it is underwear. Panties, thongs, a few bikini
bottoms and even some boxers make up the pile. There is enough
underwear here to form a bed of sorts. There is a depression in the pile
where someone large and heavy sleeps. It must be the Brute.

On the top of the pile is your underwear. You almost reach for it before
remembering how it was taken from you. No, that belongs to the Brute now.

The light in the room turns off. Darkness surrounds you and you feel a
moment of panic. A light further away comes on and you feel relief. It is
still dim but at least it is not pitch dark.

You look back at the underwear. Did the Brute strip every woman who has
come into the cellar? It is likely. You look at the pile and try to guess how
many women that pile represents. A hundred? Two hundred? It is an
awfully large pile.

There is a grunt behind you. Slowly, you turn around and see the Brute
standing in one of the many passageways. His cock is glistening and
dripping come. He just fucked someone only a few minutes ago.

The Brute grunts. His hard cock throbs. He scratches one of his hunched
shoulders and shambles towards you. The madness of lust is in his eyes. He
is going to fuck you again.

Your knees go weak. Your pussy clenches. Yes, you want him as badly as
he wants you. The power of his cock inside you is undeniable. He can make
you come and come and come until you pass out.

Maybe it is time you stopped resisting. Maybe you should offer yourself to
this hideous monster with the magic cock. Maybe now is the time to submit
to his vicious desires.

There is a small twinge of doubt. If you give in to him now, will you ever
be able to resist? Could that be what the ghost meant?

The Brute is almost on you. The time to choose is now.

What do you do in the Brute’s lair?

Give yourself willingly to the Brute.

Resist him with everything that you have.

No, I will return to the hallway.

Len seems nice for a dirty old man but how well do you really know him?
He could be leading you into a trap of some kind. That passage looks dark
and all sorts of terrible things could be lurking in there.

“No thank you,” you say. You pull the robe tighter around your body. The
strange fabric clings to your curves and sensitive places.

“As you wish,” Len says. He pulls on a cord that you hadn’t noticed before
and you hear the ringing of a bell. He must be calling for that maid he
mentioned earlier.

You go to the doorway and pause. He doesn’t seem bothered at all that you
didn’t go into the secret passage. Maybe it wasn’t a trap after all.

No need to think about it now. You go out into the hall. The room with the
crystal ball is in front of you but you ignore it. You have had enough
strangeness. It is time to go find a phone or maybe the butler. You go down
the hall and around a corner.

The hall widens. The walls change to light yellow wallpaper. The lamps are
replaced with recess lights in the ceiling. The floor is smooth tile with a
faint gray pattern. Is the pattern supposed to be birds or some sort of mask?
It is hard to tell.

The robe you wear continues to taunt you. The soft material glides across
your bottom like a flirting hand. The fabric pulls on your nipples and makes
them hard. The material on your shoulders seem to grip tightly like a lover’s
embrace.

A painting hangs on the left wall. It shows a beautiful older woman with
long blonde hair who is being held in the air by rope. There is rope tied
around her arms and legs. Rope snakes around her ample pale breasts and
separates them. Another length of rope goes between her legs and is tight
against the lips of her pussy.
The woman has a bright smile. She looks very happy for someone who is
completely bound. This just goes to show that this really is a house of kinky
freaks.

A nameplate under the painting reads, “Lorelei, 1963-“

Beside the painting is a set of double doors. Music comes from the other
side. It sounds like flutes or pipes. The music is upbeat and your feel your
heart race to hear it.

You get closer to the door. Other instruments join the flutes. There is a
jingling sound like a tambourine. A violin joins in and then another.
Underneath it all, you hear a piano softly playing.

The music is infectious. Your hips move with the music. An urge to throw
off your robe comes over you. Right now, you just want to dance.

You open the door. A giant ballroom looms before you. Chandeliers fill the
room with light and show off the rich brown floors made of hardwood.
Dark walls surround the room, giving the impression that the room sits in a
field of night sky.

Where is the music coming from? There is a section of the room set aside
for a band. Instruments sit unused in chairs. The piano lid s closed. No one
is playing music but the sound is coming from this part of the room.

The music shifts. It reminds you of your favorite song. Your hips begin to
sway and energy fills your body.

You need to dance! It doesn’t matter if you are alone. In some ways, it
makes it easier.

Moving to the center of the ballroom, you begin to dance. Back and forth
your hips move. Your shoulders join in and make strange arm gestures that
make sense with the music. You let yourself go to the music and sink into
the rhythm.
The robe is too clingy. You shed the robe and it drops to the ground. Now
you feel free. You begin to jump and spin with the music.

More instruments join in. There is a trumpet now. There is the soft tones of
a cello. Wait, is that a hydraulophone?

Somebody dances past you. It is surprising to see someone but you don’t
stop dancing. He is dark and handsome and his long cock bounces lovely
with his dancing hips.

A woman joins in. Her long blonde hair trails behind her. She smiles at you,
her pale cheeks flushed as she dances. The hair over her pussy is just as
golden as the hair on her head.

You keep dancing. It is good to see others. You dance with the man and
then dance with the woman. All of you are smiling and happy. There is no
jealousy on the dance floor.

More instruments join the music. There is a quick beat of a drum.

Trombones keep the beat with their deep tones. There is a shrill yet magical
sound of a pan flute.

There are more people dancing now. Black, white, Asian, Indian and others
you can’t identify. They are of all shapes and sizes but one thing they have
in common is that they are wonderful dancers.

The ballroom floor is filled with dancing bodies. You move among each
other with skill and grace.

A pale hand glides over your breast, sending shivers down your spine.

You briefly grip the cock of a tall dark man before releasing it.

A woman’s lips kiss the back of your neck before she dances away.

A man’s hands go to your hips, squeezing tightly before letting go.

You kiss an Asian woman’s bountiful breasts as you dance together.

All this touching is sending signals to your sex. You are getting soaking
wet. Desire runs down your legs. The stories of Len are forgotten as you
dance. Right now, you just want to fuck.

You think about touching yourself but that would stop your dancing. Your
hands must move with the music. You are too swept up in the sound to
stand still and masturbate.

But you can touch other people. You can slip a quick finger into a wet pussy
or grip a stiff cock. Well, at least for a moment before the music takes you
away from them again.

The music continues.

So does the dancing.

You get hornier and hornier but oddly enough, never tired.

At some point, you spot the butler at the doorway. She waves at you before
closing the doors shut.

You wave back and then go back to dancing.

The joyous end.

Yes, he said it would lead somewhere explicit.

You decide to take a chance and explore the passage. The orgasm from
Len’s reading was nice but the phantom blowjob has reignited your
passions. You want more and this passage might take you there.
The passage is narrow and the walls brush your shoulders as you step into
the tunnel. Once you cross the threshold, there is a rumbling sound behind
you. It is the shelf, moving back into place. You look for a handle or a lever
to open the shelf again but there is nothing but a blank wall. You won’t be
returning this way.

The dim light up ahead is your only guide through the narrow passage. The
walls seem to get tighter as you walk. The ceiling lowers as well and you
find yourself hunching down.

The claustrophobic feeling of the passage is bad enough but your robe feels
like it is tightening around your body. The strange fabric keeps getting
caught between the cheeks of your buttocks. The robe pulls and drags
across your nipples. The hem of the robe is wrapping around your bare legs.

You reach the light and see that the passage turns to the left. There is a
painting on the floor, leaning against the wall. It is covered in dust.

Squatting down, you use your robe to wipe the dust from the painting. It is a
painting of an older gentleman wearing a formal suit. You can’t make out
the man’s face as there is a hole in the painting that the dust concealed. The
hole takes up most of the man’s face.

There is a nameplate attached to the frame. It reads “Kenneth, Wine

Steward, 1955-2008”

How weird. Why do they keep a damaged painting inside the walls of a
secret passage?

You put the painting down and keep going. The light is now behind you so
you walk slower. There must be a way out of here, right?

A scream fills the passage. You freeze in your tracks. There is another
scream but it turns into a moan. It might be from a woman.

Well, that is more like it. You walk a little faster.

The passage ends at a solid wall. The light behind you is too dim to really
see anything. Using your hands, you reach around and try to feel a way out.

There is a door knob. Yes! You turn it and the wall swings like a door in
front of you.

You are in a dark room. There are vague shadows but you can’t make out
anything. Well shit, it looks like you will have to feel around for a light
switch.

Oil lamps flare to life on the walls. You shield your eyes and let them
adjust.

When you can see again, you find yourself in some sort of gaming room.
There is a table for playing cards. Another table has a chess set on it. A dart
board hangs on a wall next to a shelf that contains multiple board games.
There is even a ping-pong table.

You are alone in the room. Who turned on the lamps? They look to be oil
lamps but maybe that is just a trick and they are electric. Could you have
tripped some sort of motion sensor?

Hmm, more importantly, nothing here looks explicit or sexual. Did the
Librarian lie to you?

“Hello,” a voice says.

You jump and turn in the direction of the voice. It belongs to a dark woman
with short blue hair with red tips. She is wearing a white gown that is more
transparent that even your flimsy robe. The gown does nothing to conceal
her large breasts, hairy sex or the green snake tattoo that is coiled around
her right arm.

“I didn’t see you,” you say.

The woman nods and walks past you. Once she starts moving, you notice a
disturbing fact: you can see through her.
“Fuck, shit!” you cry. Is she a ghost? No, it must be some sort of projection,
right?

You walk over to her and pass your hand through her. A cold chill runs up
your arm and you snatch your hand back. That was a terrible feeling, like
touching something very unnatural.

The woman walks through the chess table and stands by the ping-pong
table.

“Do you want to play?” the woman asks. “It has been a long time.”

Fear grips your heart. “Sure,” you say, not really thinking. The last time you
played ping-pong was when you dated that one guy back in the day but you
remember how to play. The Librarian’s strange story was one thing, but this
ghostly woman is another level of supernatural weirdness. You feel
compelled to keep the ghost happy before this turns into a horror movie
kind of ghost.

The woman reaches for one of the paddles. She picks it up. Okay, you guess
ghosts can grab some things.

You take a hold of your paddle. The handle is shaped weird. It more
resembles a dildo than a handle.

The ghost woman bounces a ball on the table. Without warning, she
suddenly slams her paddle into it and the ball bounces across the table
towards you.

Instinct kicks in and you block the ball with your paddle. The ball barely
crosses the net, bounces hard on the side of the ghost and then flies off the
table. She is too late to stop it from going out of bounds.

The ghost looks at you with annoyance. Oh shit, were you not supposed to
score a point?
Your paddle flies out of your hand. You cry out as it shoots towards your
crotch. Your robe flings itself open as the handle drives into your pussy lips.

“Fuck!” you cry out. The paddle handle slides easily in. You were right
about the handle design! The handle goes deep inside you and then starts to
pump your sex.

You grab the edge of the ping-pong table. Shit, this feels nice! The handle is
just the right length and it is thrusting inside you at just the right speed.

The ghost woman looks at you. Her free hand is moving back and forth in
time with the paddle inside you. She is masturbating you and she certainly
knows what she is doing.

You groan again. The Librarian’s phantom cock from his story was nice but
this is so much better. This is real and you clench tighter around the rigid
wood as it slides inside you.

The paddle pulls out of you and lands on the table. The handle is dripping
with your juices. Out of nowhere, the white ping-pong ball drops down
beside it on the table.

The ghost has her paddle in hand. She is waiting for you to serve.

Your paddle is dripping wet so you wipe it with your robe. It helps but the
handle is still sticky in your hand. You bounce the ball on the table, trying
to remember how to do a good serve but it is hard to focus. You are too
distracted by how nice the handle felt inside you.

You serve the ball. It is a lousy serve but technically it counts. The ghost
woman vanishes and then reappears right in front of the ball. She returns
the ball with a hard swing but you are not paying attention because of the
disappearing and reappearing. The ball gets past you before you can even
move.

“I guess it is your turn to hump the paddle,” you say.

The ghost woman shakes her head. Your paddle flies out of your hand as
she reaches between her legs.

“What’s going on?” you ask right before your paddle WHAPS into your
ass!

“Fuck!” you cry out. The flimsy robe is no protection as the hard paddle
slams into your bottom.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! The paddle keeps hitting your ass. You spin
around but the floating paddle stays behind you. It crashes into your ass
with unrelenting fury. Your ass hurts but you are too afraid to cover your
butt with your hands.

Meanwhile, the ghost woman keeps stroking. She fingers her hairy pussy as
you get paddled by your paddle. Her moans fill the room.

The paddling suddenly stops. As you gasp for air, the paddle crashes back
onto the ping-pong table. The ghost stops masturbating and she now holds
the ball.

“Ready?” she asks.

She wants to keep playing, but do you? The paddle fucking was nice but
now your ass is on fire. This ghost plays hard and you are not sure if you
can keep up. Maybe you should quit now.
Do you keep playing with the ghost woman?

Yes, this is fun.

No, I am out of here!

Yes, this is fun.

You nod to the ghost. She smiles and then she vanishes. The ball drops and
then suddenly she re-appears and slams the ball towards you.

This time you are ready. You ignore the ghost and keep your attention on
the ball. It comes towards you and you return her serve.

The ghost vanishes and appears again to hit it back towards you.

Muscle memory kicks in and your wrist shifts at the last second. The ball
hits your paddle and goes back to the ghost at an odd angle. She takes a step
in the wrong direction and the ball gets past her.

“Yes!” you cry out. The paddle flies out of your hand and you bend over the
table. You feel the paddle handle push into your sex and fill you once more.
Deep it goes and then it begins to fuck you.

“Yes!” you cry out again. The paddle fucks you hard and fast.

The ghost woman glowers at you as the paddle fucks you. She becomes a
little more transparent. Her paddle taps the table impatiently.

Your paddle slips out of your sex and lands back on the table. The handle is
soaking wet again so you dry it on your robe. As you dry the handle, the
rest of your robe pulls and drags across your skin. You decide to take it off
so you won’t be distracted as you play.

The ghost smiles when she sees you disrobe. She takes a step forward and
her robe falls from her body as well. Now both of you are naked although
she is the only one that can be seen through.

Out of nowhere, the ball drops down on your side of the table. You snatch it
up, feeling confident. Remembering all your old lessons, you perform a
strong serve.
The ghost woman aggressively returns the ball. You block her return and
send the ball bouncing back her way. Back and forth the ball goes as the
two of you match every move.

Eventually you are a second too late and the ball bounces past you. There
was no trick this time, just pure bad luck.

The ghost claps her hands. You know what is coming next so you put the
paddle down and bend over the table. This time you keep your legs closed
as the paddle flies behind you.

WHAP! The paddle crashes into your ass. It is much harder this time. You
are not ready for it and you cry out in shock.

The ghost woman laughs. She becomes a little less transparent. Her hand
goes between her legs and she strokes furiously.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! The paddle tears into your ass. You realize that it
is unfair that the ghost never gets paddled.

The ghost woman moans. She squeezes one of her plump breasts as she
rubs herself. Her hips move as she fucks her hand.

The paddling stops and the paddle falls back on the table. You stand back
up and wince. Your ass burns but you know you will forget about it as soon
as you start playing again.

You are sure that you can win. The ghost has her tricks but you just play
better. You have been getting fucked with every point but what happens
when you win? Will the paddle stroke you to orgasm? You are sure that it
will.

Winning will piss off the ghost. How do you feel about that? She fades
when you score a point and seems to come more alive when she scores.
Since she is a ghost, maybe the kind thing to do would be to let her win.
You pick up the ball to get ready for the serve. Win or lose, you need to
decide now.
Are you playing to win?

Yes, I want more paddle fucking!

No, I’ll take a paddling to make the ghost happy.

No, I am out of here!

“No more for me, thanks,” you say to the ghost woman. You rub your
tender ass. “You play rough and I’m not in your league.”

The ghost woman frowns and then lets out a sigh. She vanishes and her
paddle and ball crash to the ground.

Well, okay. She took that better than you were expecting. You head for the
only door in the gaming room and make a fast exit.

The door opens into a dark hallway. The floor creaks under your feet and
feels soft. Some of the boards are uneven. The wood on the walls is peeling
and there appears to be mold growing. The only light comes from bare
bulbs set high in the ceiling.

What part of the house are you in? The front looked much nicer than this
and so did the library. For that matter, the game room looked brand new
while this hallway looks like it belongs in a condemned building.

The hall stretches forward with two large paintings hanging opposite of one
another. The paintings are easily eight feet wide and are tall enough to reach
the floor and ceiling. The dirty lights barely illuminate the paintings so most
of the art is covered in darkness.

You find yourself drawn to them. The one on the left has a frightening sight.
The viewpoint is looking down on a tanned man trapped in a pit. He is
surrounded by naked pale women who are dragging him down. He has his
hand stretched out to the viewer and as if begging you for help.

The women are frightening. They are unnaturally pale except for the bright
red of their leering lips. Their fingernails dig into the man’s flesh and if you
look close enough, you can see the scratches that cover his poor body. The
wicked grins on their faces let you know that they have so many awful
things planned for him.
The other painting is equally disturbing. It shows a Hispanic woman
strapped to some sort of kinky machine. The machine itself has a lot of
strange parts and confusing gears but there is no ignoring the giant phallus
ramming into the woman’s sex. The look on her face is a mix of pain and
pleasure.

You are horrified by the cruelty of the machine fucking the woman. The
more you look at the machine, the more of its function that you understand.
Here are the spiky bits that poke into the woman’s ass. There is a paddle
that is aimed at her breasts. Multiple arms are attached to the machine with
too many instruments of pain to count. The ingenuity of the machine seems
endless.

Your eyes hurt from squinting in the dim light. You cover your eyes and let
them rest. The disturbing images of the paintings burn in your memory.
Why would someone go to the trouble of painting such terrible things? Why
would anyone want to hang them in this hall?

Yet, even with your eyes hurting, you find yourself eager to keep looking.
What would the pale women do the tanned man? Is it sexual, something
cruel, or both? And what about that machine? Does the plunging phallus
make up for all the pain the machine is inflicting?

The hallway keeps going but you don’t care. There is an allure with these
two distressing paintings that you can’t explain. You want to keep the
looking at the paintings.
Which of the horrible paintings will you look at?

The painting of the man in the pit of pale women.

The painting of the woman strapped to the machine.

Yes, I want more paddle fucking!

What is the point of playing but to win? If the ghost doesn’t like to lose, she
should play more often.

You toss the ball in the air and perform your serve. The ping-pong ball flies
over the net and into the other side.

The ghost woman swings as hard as she can at the ball. It rockets back at
your face! You get your paddle up barely in time and manage to deflect it
back at the ghost.

Well now, you are certainly playing to win now!

Back and forth the ball goes but you are too quick and the ghost is too slow.
The ball sails off the edge of the table and you score another point.

You smile and bend back over. The paddle slips behind you and slides back
into your waiting pussy. You groan as it fills you and you groan louder as it
fucks you.

The ghost woman frowns. She fades just a little more.

The stroking is over too soon and the paddle leaves your pussy. This time
you don’t bother to wipe the handle. The sticky handle reminds you of what
you are playing for.

Another serve, another exchange of paddle hits and another point is scored
as the ghost goes to the left when she should have gone right.

You bend back over and the flying paddle re-enters you. It fucks you much
harder than the last time. Is the ghost angry with you? Too bad, the fast
fucking is just what you want.

It is over too soon but you stay focused on the game. You stand back up and
grin at the barely visible ghost woman. Her short hair begins to float and
you wonder if she is trying to intimidate you.

You stay in control of the game. Your serves keep the ghost woman on the
defensive while your confidence puts the pressure on her. She tries the
vanishing trick repeatedly but you don’t let it fool you. Point by point, you
extend your lead.

Every point is a delight. You happily bend over the ping-pong table and
receive your reward. The paddle handle pushes inside you, fucking you
with the ghost woman’s jealous fury. The passion of the thrusts only turns
you on more.

The ghost woman continues to fade. Her skin loses its dark color and her
large breasts become faint clouds on her chest. You forget what color her
hair is and you find it hard to see her eyes.

As you score the last point, all that is left of the ghost woman is a faint
outline. She throws her paddle down in disgust. You think she gives you the
finger but if it hard to see her hand at all.

“Good game,” you say despite her obscene gesture. You are too turned on to
be upset.

You bend back over the table. The paddle flies out of your hand and goes
behind you again. It enters your sex like an old friend and goes to work.

“Fuck!” you cry out. The paddle handle pounds your pussy like a rabbit.
The ghost woman might be mad at you but she sure knows how to fuck
you. The force of the handle thrusts makes your breasts swing and your
mouth moan.

The ghost woman fades to nothing. You don’t care as you get closer and
closer to orgasm. Your hips grind as you fuck the handle back.

The paddle handle twists inside you and that is when you climax. You cry
out your pleasure as well as your triumph for winning. You earned this
orgasm and you enjoy every tremor from it.
When you are completely sated, the paddle falls out of your sex. It clatters
to the ground. The chill in the air goes away and you feel that you are alone
once more.

You slowly stand back up. That was amazing. This house may be haunted
but the ghosts here know how to fuck. Maybe you are going to be okay here
after all.

Your robe is on the ground and has a few damp spots where you wiped the
handle but it is all that you have to wear. You wrap it around your body and
the strange fabric clings to your most sensitive spots. Instead of being
annoying, the fabric is a nice addition to your afterglow.

There is nothing left to do so you go to the only door leading out of here.
The door opens into a dark hallway. The floor creaks under your feet and
feels soft. Some of the boards are uneven. The wood on the walls is peeling
and there appears to be mold growing. The only light comes from bare
bulbs set hit in the ceiling.

What part of the house are you in? The front looked much nicer than this
and so did the library. For that matter, the game room looked brand new
while this hallway looks like it belongs in a condemned building.

The hall stretches forward with two large paintings hanging opposite of one
another. The paintings are easily eight feet wide and are tall enough to reach
the floor and ceiling. The dirty lights barely illuminate the paintings so most
of the art is covered in darkness.

You find yourself drawn to them. The one on the left has a frightening sight.
The viewpoint is looking down on a tanned man trapped in a pit. He is
surrounded by naked pale women who are dragging him down. He has his
hand stretched out to the viewer and as if begging you for help.

The women are frightening. They are unnaturally pale except for the bright
red of their leering lips. Their fingernails dig into the man’s flesh and if you
look close enough, you can see the scratches that cover his poor body. The
wicked grins on their faces let you know that they have so many awful
things planned for him.

The other painting is equally disturbing. It shows a Hispanic woman

strapped to some sort of kinky machine. The machine itself has a lot of
strange parts and confusing gears but there is no ignoring the giant phallus
ramming into the woman’s sex. The look on her face is a mix of pain and
pleasure.

You are horrified by the cruelty of the machine fucking the woman. The
more you look at the machine, the more of its function that you understand.
Here are the spiky bits that poke into the woman’s ass. There is a paddle
that is aimed at her breasts. Multiple arms are attached to the machine with
too many instruments of pain to count. The ingenuity of the machine seems
endless.

Your eyes hurt from squinting in the dim light. You cover your eyes and let
them rest. The disturbing images of the paintings burn in your memory.
Why would someone go to the trouble of painting such terrible things? Why
would anyone want to hang them in this hall?

Yet, even with your eyes hurting, you find yourself eager to keep looking.
What would the pale women do the tanned man? Is it sexual, something
cruel, or both? And what about that machine? Does the plunging phallus
make up for all the pain that the machine is inflicting?

The hallway keeps going but you don’t care. There is a fascination with
these two abominations that you just can’t explain. You want to keep the
looking at the paintings.
Which of the horrible paintings will you look at?

The painting of the man in the pit of pale women.

The painting of the woman strapped to the machine.

No, I’ll take a paddling to make the ghost happy.

It would be easy to win against the ghost but is feels wrong somehow. She
seems to want it so badly. Maybe you just like to make people happy
whether they are alive or dead.

You deliver a textbook serve and the ghost woman is ready for it. She
returns the serve by swinging as hard as you can. The ball rockets towards
your face and you barely block it with your paddle in time. The ghost
woman smirks at the shocked look on your face.

The ball goes back and forth and you slow yourself down little by little until
the ball sneaks past you. The woman cheers and your paddle is wrenched
from your hand. You barely have time to bend over before the paddle
collides into your ass.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! The paddle is brutal on your butt. The ghost
woman smiles the entire time, her hand mimicking the swinging motion of
the paddle.

Well, at least she is enjoying herself.

The paddling stops and the paddle lands on the table. You reach to pick it
up and your robe pulls against your sore ass. There is no way you can play
with this robe on. You quickly take it off and throw it to the side. There,
now you can lose without any distractions.

The ghost woman takes a step forward and her robe falls from her body.
Now both of you are naked in the strangest game of ping-pong that you
have ever played.

As soon as you pick up your paddle, the ghost woman is serving. You grunt
in annoyance at her cheating but you keep your mouth closed. The ball
bounces back and forth until you are ready for your next spanking. That is
when you deliberately step right when you should have gone left and the
ball gets past you.
“Fuck, yeah!” the ghost woman cries. She loses more of her transparency.
You can see the rich color of her dark skin and the star tattoo on her right
breast.

You quickly bend over the table as the paddle flies from your hand. The flat
of the paddle crashes into your buttocks with a fury. Left, right, left, right
the paddle slaps your sore ass.

The ghost woman strokes herself as you get paddled. Her fingers rub
furiously at her pussy and you can hear the wet sounds of her sex. Even
ghosts get wet.

When the paddling ends, you find it harder to stand back up. Blistering heat
spreads across your ass. You might not have to throw this game to lose after
all.

The game continues and you let the ghost’s lead get bigger. She uses less
tricks as she gains more confidence. At least she isn’t aiming the ball for
your face anymore. The smile on her face gets bigger with every point.

The paddling gets more intense. You grip the edges of the table as your
bottom take one furious assault after another. In the beginning, it was five
or six paddle swings but as the game continues, the paddling sessions
include at least twenty hits on your tender bottom.

The decisive point is scored and you let out a groan of relief. Your ass is on
fire. The ghost woman cheers and if it wasn’t for the faint glow around her
body, you would think she was as real as you are.

“Bend over, loser!” the ghost woman says.

The only reason you are a loser is because you let her win. You bite your lip
and say nothing. You knew she would be happier if you lost, so taking her
verbal abuse is part of the process.
You bend back over the table as the paddle flies behind you. WHAP! The
paddle slams into your tender ass and you scream.

The ghost woman groans. She strokes her sex with both hands as you are
paddled. Her hips grind as she fucks her hands. The sound of her wet sex is
almost as loud as the paddle slapping your ass.

Tears are rolling down your cheeks. Every inch of your bottom burns. Your
knuckles are white from gripping the edges of the table.

The ghost woman lets out a loud scream. Her abundant breasts jiggle as her
body trembles. She stares at you triumphantly, savoring her victory over
you.

“Hey, when you leave here, don’t look at the paintings in the hall,” she says.
“Bad shit will happen if you do.”

“What kind of bad shit?” you ask

She suddenly vanishes. You brace yourself for another paddle swing but
instead the paddle drops to the floor. There is a distinct feeling that you are
alone now.

“Fuck,” you sigh. Finally. Your ass is on fire but at least it is over. Shit, the
nice things you do for dead people.

Your robe is on the ground and has a few damp spots from where you wiped
the handle but it is all that you have to wear. You wince as you bend over to
pick it up and put it on. The strange fabric clings to your most sore ass. It
feels like a hand is gripping your bottom.

“Fuck, fuck,” you groan. You are tempted to take the robe off but then you
would be naked. That seems like a bad idea in this house.

There is nothing left to do here so you go to the only door leading out of
here. The door opens into a dark hallway. The floor creaks under your feet
and feels soft. Some of the boards are uneven. The wood on the walls is
peeling and there appears to be mold growing. The only light comes from
bare bulbs set hit in the ceiling.

What part of the house are you in? The front looked much nicer than this
and so did the library. For that matter, the game room looked brand new
while this hallway looks like it belongs in a condemned building.

The hall stretches forward with two large paintings hanging opposite of one
another. The paintings are easily eight feet wide and are tall enough to reach
the floor and ceiling. The dirty lights barely illuminate the paintings so most
of the art is covered in darkness.

You find yourself drawn to them out of curiosity but you remember the
words of the ghost. She might have been making fun of you, but you don’t
think so. You keep your head down and walk by the paintings.

Faint sounds come from the paintings as if from a great distance. From one
side, you hear distant moans and whimpers. From the other side, you hear
gears clicking and someone screaming far away.

You keep walking. Your ass burns with every step. The hallway turns and
becomes brighter. The dim electric bulbs have been replaced with modern
lamps with expensive shades. Instead of the rotting wood floor, there is now
a smooth beige carpet. The walls covered in a white wallpaper with floral
designs.

There is a door to your right. It is closed but you can hear someone yelling
on the other side. Putting your ear to the door, it sounds like a woman
calling for help.

You reach for the door but hesitate. So far you have run into a librarian with
strange powers and a paddling ghost. If someone needs help, can you take
whatever is behind this door? Can your ass take it? Maybe you should leave
it alone and start looking for a way out of here or maybe a phone to call a
tow truck for your car?
Do you see who needs help?

No, I need to look out for myself.

Yes, I am still in a helpful mood.

The painting of the man in the pit of pale women.

It is the man that holds your attention. The women pulling him down are
beautiful but it is the desperation on the man’s face that captures your
imagination. Despair lines his face but there is a tiny flicker of hope in his
eyes that his out-stretched hand can reach for safety.

You raise your own hand to touch his. The painting is cold to the touch.
Your fingers press against the painting as you look deep into his eyes.

The painting grows warm. You hear a slight moan of anguish. There is a
tear on the man’s cheek that you hadn’t noticed before.

There is a tearing sound and the man’s hand pushes through the painting.
He grabs yours. His fingers are dirty and sticky. You try to pull your hand
away but his grip is too strong.

“Help me,” he whispers. His voice is raw from screaming.

The painting shimmers. The women begin to move. They are holding onto
the man but they are looking at you. Their lips curl into cruel smiles.

You grab the man’s hand with both hands and pull. Your feet brace on the
soft floor as you lean back. You strain and pull with everything that you
have.

“Don’t let go,” the man whispers.

The women cackle and sink their fingers into him. The man screams as they
pull him down. He pulls you with him towards the terrible painting.

“Let go!” you yell and the man does. He doesn’t want you to share the same
fate as him.

The women reach past him. Dozens of women reach through the painting
and grab whatever they can. Pale hands grab your robe, your hands, your
hair and legs.

You are dragged into the painting. Your ears pop and gravity shifts around
you. One moment you are being pulled forward and the next you are falling
downwards. You land on soft writhing bodies.

There are cackles all around you. The pale women are under you and
around you. The smell of sweat and sex is unbearable. Strong hands rip
your robe from your body. You struggle to stand but everywhere you step is
a squirming body.

Where is the man? You don’t see him. All that you see are the leering
women.

A hand grabs your breast and squeezes. A mouth bites your ass. Fingers
push into your sex and plunge deeply. A breast is pressed to your face and
smothers you.

You push against soft flesh but there are always more bodies to take their
place. Thighs wrap around your legs and smooth pussies hump your knees.
Hungry mouths suck your toes. Your breasts are bitten and pinched.

The pit of bodies engulfs you. A finger invades your ass. Nails scratch all
over your body. Tongues flicker and nipples press against you. It is too
much to keep track of as your body is ravished and taken.

There is light up above. You look up as best you can to see a shimmering
portal. On the other side, the tanned man picks himself up off the floor of a
dirty hallway. He glances towards you and then quickly turns away. You
watch as he stumbles away.

He is free and you took his place. Is that how it works? Do you just have to
wait until someone else is foolish enough to study this painting? Is that your
only hope for escape?

The women swarm over you. A hairless pussy mounts your face. More
fingers enter your sex and strokes you. A tongue replaces the finger in your
ass. Every part of your body is pinched, licked, humped, stroked and taken.

You come. The situation is terrible but your body can’t help but react to the
sensations you are feeling. You scream your orgasm and for one brief
second, the women allow you time to enjoy your climax.

But then they go right back to abusing your body.

They force you to lick pussy, all hairless and all strangely the same shape.
They force you to stroke full breasts and wet clefts. Your legs and arms are
constantly humped. Mouths lick and suck your body at will. They put every
part of your body to work servicing their wicked needs.

You climax again and once more you scream your pleasure. Your body is
quick to recover within this weird painting. As soon as you come, you find
yourself getting aroused all over again.

The trapped man had a weak voice. Was it exhausted from coming so many
times? Is that what is going to happen to you?

You look up at the light coming from the empty hallway. When will
someone come by next? Does everyone in the house know to avoid the
painting? Will you have to wait until a stranger comes to the house? Will
you have to wait for someone like you?

How long will you be ravished inside this painting?

It will be quite a long time.

The orgiastic end.

The painting of the woman strapped to the machine.

The machine is too strange to ignore. There are so many bits and pieces and
all of it serves some sort of erotic purpose. You have never seen such a
device and you have a yearly subscription to Von Madd Laboratories Sex
Toys Catalog.

You study the woman’s face. One moment you think that she looks like she
is having the greatest orgasm of her life but then your opinion changes and
you think she is experiencing the most terrible agony. The rest of her body
doesn’t give you any clues. Sure, her nipples are hard but her fingers are
digging gouges into the armrests. Maybe she is experiencing some sort of
orgasmic agony. Is there such a thing?

There is a lever on the side of the machine. A trick of the light makes it
look like it is coming out of the panting. You reach out to touch the painting
to make sure that it is just an optical illusion.

The painting is cold; much colder than the hallway. The part with the lever
has a texture unlike paint. It feels like rubber.

Weird, standing right here, it seems like the woman in the painting is
looking right at you. There is hope in her eyes that you hadn’t noticed
before. There is a clicking sound that reminds you of gears. You smell sex
and oil.

The painting grows warm to the touch and you feel the lever emerge from
the painting. The painting shimmers where the lever protrudes. Your fingers
wrap around the handle.

“Pull it,” the woman in the painting gasps. The machine is now moving and
you watch the thick phallus ram into her wet pussy. Other parts of the
machine move and her breasts are slapped, her thighs are poked and
something canes her feet. It is no longer a painting, it is real!
“Please, I can’t take it anymore!” the woman cries and then she screams as
she comes.

You pull the lever. Metal arms as fast as lightning emerge from the machine
and grab you. The woman is ejected from the machine and she falls to the
ground before you. Before you can say anything, you are dragged toward
the machine and forced to sit in it.

Metal restraints clamps around your body. There is a buzzing sound and a
saw cuts away at your robe, barely missing your skin. The tattered remains
of your robe are pulled from your body as the machine tightens down
around you.

“Help!” you yell but the woman you freed is passed out on the floor.
The restraints on your body begin to move. Your legs are spread wide.
Something forces your fingers apart. Rubber encircles your throat and
squeezes. Unforgiving metal forces you to sit up straight in the machine.

Something squirts onto your pussy lips. It is warm and slippery. Is it oil?
No, it’s lube.

The giant phallus pushes against your sex. It is too big but it keeps pushing
in. The machine doesn’t care how tight you are or how small your pussy is.
The cock pushes inside you, stretching you out until it is completely inside
you.

The machine cock starts to fuck you. In and out, it plunges deep inside you.
It picks up speed and you start to scream.

A metal paddle swings around and slaps your right breast. You scream and
leather whips snap against your left breast. They alternate, the paddle
slapping one breast and then pausing as the whips sting your other breast.

SLAP! STING! SLAP! STING!

You struggle against your restraints but there is no give. The machine is
made of steel and other hard metals. All you manage to do is bruise your
skin where the restraints hold you down.

While your breasts are assaulted, the phallus keeps fucking you. More lube
is squirted onto your sex. It is still too big and every plunge pushes your
limits but you start to get used to it. Your pussy begins to clench around it.
You find yourself anticipating the next thrust inside you.

Something pricks your bare ass and you scream. It is sharp like a needle and
retracts as soon as it pokes you. A few seconds later, another needle pricks a
different part of your ass. You scream again as it goes away but you know
another stab is soon coming.

Ice is pressed to the palm of your feet. You try to move your legs but it is
impossible. The ice is too intense and you shake violently as you try to
escape it.

More parts of the machine come to life. Your fingers are squeezed in
individual vices. Something soothing vibrates against the base of your neck.
Metal clamps pinch the insides of your thighs. A pleasant breeze is blown
onto your face.

Throughout it all, the machine cock keeps fucking you. In and out, the
rhythm is constant with the perfect pumping that only a machine can
produce.

Your body can’t resist. The familiar tension builds in your sex and then
suddenly you are screaming your climax. You come and you come hard.
Pleasure fills your body and for a moment you forget about the dozens of
other sensations attacking your body.

But only briefly. The machine phallus keeps fucking you. The slapping gets
harder and your breasts are stinging. The pricks come faster on your ass and
you feel lube being squirted onto your asshole. Other discomforts come into
play all along your body and overwhelm you.

You notice the woman pick herself up from the floor. Bruises, scratches,
and other marks cover her body. She stands and falls back down. Her head
turns briefly to you but then quickly looks away. With her head down, she
crawls down the hallway and away from you.

A chill goes through you. Is that how it works? Do you just have to wait
until someone else is foolish enough to study this painting? Is that your only
hope for escape?

You scream as the machine brings you to another orgasm. The paddle and
the whip stop attacking your breasts but now new arms move into place and
clamp your nipples. Pain shoots through your breasts as a second phallus
enters your tight asshole.

How long will you be ravished inside this painting?

It might be quite a long time.

The mechanized end.

No, I need to look out for myself.

Your ass is too sore to get involved with whatever is happening in there.
You walk past the door and keep going down the hallway. Maybe you can
finally find a phone and get out of this place.

The décor of the hallway changes again. The carpet stops and now there are
white tiles on the floor. The walls change to a smooth white color. A red
stripe is painted on the walls with arrows pointing onward. Bright lights
shine down from recesses in the ceiling. The doors are painted white and
almost blend into the walls.

How strange. It reminds you of a hospital. Maybe that means they have
something for your tender ass around here.

The robe continues to cling to your body. The flimsy material likes to stick
to your legs, giving you the slight feeling that you are being groped as you
walk. The robe drags across your sore ass and gets caught between your
buttocks. No matter how you arrange the robe, the material pulls across
your hard nipples.

You try a door and it is locked. The door across from it is locked and so is
the third door. You try every door you come across but they all are locked.

It reinforces the idea that you might be in a hospital. No, the locked doors
remind you of somewhere else. It is a lot like an asylum.

One of the doors is open. You walk over to it and peek inside. It is too dark
to make out anything.

You open the door wider and discover that it is a closet. A black latex suit is
on a hanger. There is nothing else in here.

The black suit is shiny and catches the light. It is hard to tell if it is made for
a man or a woman. The suit has a hood with an opening for eyes and a
mouth but nothing else.
You smirk. Now this is what you expect to see. It is clearly some sort of
fetish outfit. You are not sure how someone is supposed to have sex in it as
there are no openings for the groin or even the ass. Then again, maybe the
person wearing it isn’t supposed to get fucked. The opening for the mouth
might be all that is required.

As you examine the suit, you are surprised by how it is cool to the touch. It
is not cold exactly, as much as it is a soothing cool like being in front of a
fan. You rub the sleeve on your cheek and it feels quite nice.

An idea comes to you. Glancing to make sure no one is watching, you pull
your robe from your body and let it hit the ground. You turn around and
press your sore ass against the hanging suit.

Ahhh, that feels nice! You reach behind you and grind the latex suit against
your ass. How is this working? Maybe it is magic. A house that has creepy
librarians and ghosts can have a magic latex suit that cures a spanked ass.

Something touches your breast. You cry out and see that it is the gloved
hand of the latex suit. It is flat against your breast, caressing your soft flesh.

A shudder goes through you but you don’t push the glove away. It feels too
nice to make it stop. It only takes you a moment to accept that a magic latex
suit might be able to move on its own.

The crotch of the suit grinds against your ass. The soothing sensation
spreads over your aching bottom. You grind together with the suit as it heals
your butt.

Is the suit male or female? Do suits even have gender? Judging by the way
it keeps thrusting against your ass, you suspect it is male.

The other hand goes to your hip. The latex fingers glide over your pelvis
and down to your sex. The smooth fingers coyly avoid your pussy and
massages your inner thigh.
You groan. Something presses against your neck and you realize it is the
latex mask. Is it kissing you or nuzzling you? It is hard to tell when there
are no lips.

There is a hard thrust against your backside and you instinctively take a step
forward. The latex suit stays with you, groping your breast and stroking
your thigh. You turn and look behind you. The hanger sits empty on the
closet.

You stand in the white hallway as the latex suit clings to your back. One
hand moves back and forth across your breasts while the other hand flirts
with touching your pussy. The crotch presses against your ass and the last of
your welts and bruises seem to fade away.

“Please,” you whisper. “Touch me there.”

The hand on your thigh slides onto your sex. The smooth fingers press
down on the lips of your pussy and begin to rub. The gloved hand is still
flat but the pressure is just like any real hand.

You cry out and put your hand on the wall for support. The suit gets more
aggressive and a latex finger slips inside your sex. The finger expands to a
normal size as it thrusts inside you.

“Yes,” you moan. The other latex hand is pulling on your breast. Nice
gentle tugs keep your nipples hard. It glides over both breasts, imparting the
strange soothing feeling with every touch.

The suit keeps grinding against your ass. You feel the phantom hips gyrate
and guide you into the most sensuous dance. The rest of the suit clings to
your back as the hands continue to stroke and grope you.

Something wraps around both of your legs. It is the suit legs. The soothing
touch coils around your thighs and calves. The feet of the suit press down
and match the top of your feet in a strange symmetry.
The suit adds more fingers inside your sex. Some are shaped like normal
fingers while the others are flat but no less animated. All five fingers thrust
hard into your pussy and reach places no human hand could reach.

You get weak in the knees and start to squat. The suit wraps tighter around
your legs and reinforces you. It holds you up as the stroking continues.

Something cool presses against your cheeks. It is the head of the suit. Is it
stretching to touch you? Whatever it is doing, it feels nice. The back of your
neck and your head feels wonderful.

The hand on your breasts expands. You groan as the soothing feeling
spreads over your chest like a cooling liquid. The latex continues to pull
and tug on your breasts, loosing none of its strength as it widens over you.

The glove inside your sex keeps fucking you. The strokes are deeper and
faster. Your entire sex fills cool and hot at the same time. The conflicting
sensations make you even more sensitive.

You climax. Pleasure bursts within you like a broken dam. Bliss fills your
body as the soothing coolness of the latex covers you like a blanket. As you
shudder in your orgasms, you are dimly aware of being encased in a loving
embrace of latex.

When the orgasm is over, you find yourself on the floor. Your body feels
energized and warm. You raise a hand to see it is covered in black latex.

You are wearing the suit now. Every part of your body except your mouth
and eyes is covered in the cooling latex. Part of you feels that you should be
alarmed but you can’t summon the fear. All that you feel is an intense level
of arousal that you can barely stand.

The suit stands up with you in it. You try to stop yourself but you walk
down the hallway. Your hand goes between your legs and you feel your
gloved fingers press down on your sex.
The pleasure makes you gasp. You have never been this sensitive. Just as
you are about to orgasm, the hand moves away. Any resistance that you had
melts away as the suit keeps walking.

The suit is in control now. It is wearing you and it has countless places
within the house that it wants to go.

There is a way to escape the latex suit but you won’t discover it for quite a
while. In the meantime, you have many restless nights ahead of you as the
suit goes looking for new sexual experiences and many, many, many ways
to use your exposed mouth.

The tightly fitting end.

Yes, I am still in a helpful mood.

The door opens into a large bedroom. Strips of leather block the doorway.
You poke your head in to see that the leather strips stretch across the room
like a giant brown spider web. The leather wraps around bedposts, lamp
fixtures, chairs, and a radiator.

In the center of this network are two people on a bed. There is a naked
woman, hanging from the ceiling by leather strips. Her pale legs are spread
wide with her shaved sex exposed. Leather strips wrap tightly around legs
and torso while her arms are pinned behind her back. Long blonde hair
trails from her head but leather is wrapped around her eyes.

Under the naked woman, and lying parallel to her body, is a bound man. He
is strapped tightly to the bed by the leather strips. His entire body is covered
in leather like some sort of perverse brown mummy. The only part of him
free of leather is his rather huge cock.

The man’s cock is pointed up towards the woman’s sex. She is two feet
above his cock. Both struggle to reach each other but the leather keeps them
apart.

“Is someone there?” the woman calls out.

“Yes,” you answer. “Uh, sorry to interrupt if you are doing a bondage
thing.”

The woman laughs. “It is my own fault. The other maids told me to avoid
the Leather Mummy but I saw him here with his big dick and I just had to
try it. Please, you have to help me get out of here!”

You step into the bedroom. The strands of leather make it hard to walk
across the room but you slowly pick your way through it. Your ass is still
sore from your spanking and every awkward step makes your butt hurt. You
get near the bed and look for a knot or a buckle of some kind. All you see is
smooth leather.
“How did you get tied up?” you ask. “I don’t see where it ties off.”

“It is the leather,” the woman says. “It is the Mummy’s Curse; the leather
strips have a mind of its own. It frustrates him and keeps him turned on but
sometimes it lets him come. I thought I could get off on him before the
Curse noticed me. I was wrong and now it has me.”

A curse? That seems silly but considering that you got spanked by a ghost
and experienced a dirty story from the Librarian, you are a bit more open
minded than you usually are. If she says that the leather is alive, you believe
her.

“How do I get you out?” you ask.

“Sometimes if the Mummy comes, the leather goes limp for a few
minutes,” the woman says. “So, if you get him off, that should free me.”

The man groans. He is trying to say something but the leather around his
face keeps his mouth shut.

You look at the Mummy’s thick cock. It is hard and throbbing. You have a
few ideas on how to use it.

“But please,” the woman says. “Before you try that, please make me come
first! I have been hanging here for a while and the leather keeps teasing me.
Please, I’m begging you, get me off first!”

The woman’s thighs clench but the leather straps hold them apart. The lips
of her sex are glistening with her desire. You have no doubt she is as turned
on as she says.

A few ideas come to mind. You could focus on her first. Sitting between
their legs, you could finger and lick her to orgasm. She seems to be in the
perfect position for that. The only problem is it might be rough on your
tender ass.
Then again, maybe you should just worry about getting the Mummy off.
Nothing gets a man off like a pussy and you wouldn’t mind getting his
excellent member inside you. It would be easy to crawl between them and
mount him.

A third option occurs to you. If you sat between their legs, you could eat the
woman’s pussy while you stroke the Mummy’s cock. It would be hard on
your spanked ass, but you could pleasure both that way.
How will you help the woman and the Mummy?

I finger and lick the woman.

I climb on the Mummy’s cock.

I lick the woman while stroking the Mummy.

I finger and lick the woman.

The poor woman is begging for your help and you can’t turn her down. Her
shaved sex is also very tempting. It shouldn’t take long to make her come
and then you can focus on getting her free.

You take off your robe and place it on the bed. The last thing you need is
that robe dragging across your sore ass. Naked, you climb onto the bed and
get between their legs. You sit down and wince as your tender butt presses
down on the bed.

The woman grinds in front of you. The leather holds her tightly in the air
but she can still wiggle. She humps the air in anticipation of your mouth.

You lean in close and kiss her thighs. She quivers under your lips. Her
pelvis rises and falls in front of you.

“Please, don’t tease me!” the woman cries.

You chuckle and kiss her pussy lips. She is wet to the touch. Your tongue
parts the lips of her sex and takes a deep lick.

She tastes delicious. Her pussy clenches tightly around your tongue. You
watch the muscles on her thighs bulge as she fights the leather to close her
legs around your head.

“Oh fuck, yes,” the woman groans.

The Mummy groans as well. The bed shifts as he grinds and struggles. The
moving of the bed agitates your tender ass but you ignore the pain and keep
licking.

You devour the woman’s pussy. Your tongue reaches deep inside her to lick
her quivering sex. The smell of her fills your nose as you press tighter
against her soaking wet pussy.
“Yes, yes, yes!” the woman cries. Her pussy grinds against your face. The
leather creaks as she humps your tongue.

The Mummy groans. The leather blinds and gags him but he must still be
able to hear. He knows the woman is getting eaten by someone between his
legs while his own cock is left neglected.

You keep licking. It has been too long since you lost yourself in a woman’s
pussy. You savor the flavor of her juices. Your tongue explores the tightness
of her sex. You breathe deeply of her feminine scent. Your hands grip her
thighs and feel them quiver under your touch.

“Fuck, yes!” the woman yells.

The Mummy groans louder. He pulls on his leather straps but they keep him
in place. His hips thrust upwards, either fucking the air in vain or trying
desperately to get your attention.

As much as you enjoy eating pussy, your tongue starts to get tired. You give
your mouth a break and slip a finger inside the woman’s sex. She clenches
tightly as your fingers sinks inside her. Her sex is so wet as you start to
stroke her.

“Yes! Fuck my tight little hole!” the woman yells.

You finger her. It is so slick inside her that you add a second finger. In and
out you plunge as the sound of her wet pussy fills the room.

“Harder, faster!” the woman begs.

You do as she asks. Your fingers are a blur inside her but she happily takes
it. You resume licking her pussy while you continue to stroke her.

The pussy eating and fingering is having an effect on your own sex. You
never did climax from your ping-pong game and the orgasm from the
Librarian feels like it was ages ago. A wet spot is forming on the bed
underneath you. You are tempted to stroke yourself but you doubt that you
could stroke both yourself and the bound woman.

“Don’t stop!” the woman calls out. “Don’t stop! Don’t stop!”

You stroke faster. You lick harder. You do everything that you can to bring
her to climax.

Something cold slips around your throat and pulls you back. You gasp as
you grab at your throat. It is a leather strip!

“No!” the woman yells. “Don’t stop now!”

You try to respond but the leather is choking you. More leather wraps
around your body. You feel strips wrap around both thighs. A band of
leather wraps around your chest, pressing down on your breasts. Cold
leather wraps around your arms.

You are pulled back from the Mummy and the woman. The leather around
your neck slips away and you can breathe again. After sucking in air, you
call out to the woman.

“The leather has grabbed me!” you yell. “What do I do?”

“Oh shit,” the woman says. “It’s too late to do anything!”

You don’t accept that. There must be something that you can do! Think,
what are your options?

Maybe you should wiggle and do your best to slip out of the straps. It is
already holding two people, it might not be able to hold onto a third.

You could try going the opposite route and just go limp. If you put up no
resistance, you might lull the leather into wrapping lightly around you and
then you could escape.
If going limp is not your style, then you could just go all out and fight it.
Instead of wiggling to escape, you could try pulling and getting out through
pure strength.
How will you escape the leather strips?

I wiggle and squirm.

I go limp.

I fight and pull.

I climb on the Mummy’s cock.

The best way to fix this problem is to make the Mummy come. That way
the woman can be free to get herself off. The fact that you get to ride a big
cock is just a nice bonus.

You pull off your robe and lay it down on the bed. Climbing onto the bed,
you get between the Mummy’s legs. You lower your body so you can fit
underneath the woman and you crawl over the Mummy’s hard dick.

“Wait, what are you doing?” the woman asks.

“I’m taking care of the problem,” you say.

“No! I need to come!” she says.

“You need to get free,” you say. “You said that if he comes, then the leather
goes limp, right?”

“Yes, but I am so horny!”

You ignore the woman and slide over the Mummy. His body tenses as he
feels you. The leather straps completely cover his face and you wonder how
he breathes.

The Mummy’s cock throbs under you. Reaching down, you grab his dick
and guide it to your sex. Ever so slowly, you back onto his member and let
him enter you.

“Oh shit,” you moan. He is bigger than you expected. His length pushes
deep inside you and fills you up. You sink back until the head of his cock
hits bottom.

“Are you fucking him?” the woman asks. “Is he inside you? He feels great,
doesn’t he?”
“Yes,” you groan.

The Mummy groans under you. His cock throbs inside of you. You feel his
muscles tense as he tries to fuck you but the leather is holding him so
tightly against the bed.

It is up to you. Starting slow, you rock back and forth on top of him. Your
wet pussy slides along his cock, slowly getting used to his immense girth.

“Oh God,” the woman moans. “I can hear you fucking him. Tell me how it
feels!”

“Big,” you groan as you keep humping him. You are flat against his body
and you can feel the woman’s butt grazing yours. Your ass is tender from
the spanking and even the slightest touch makes you wince.

When you wince, the Mummy throbs harder inside you. His cock is a
pulsing organ trapped inside your pussy. He can’t even shift his hips as he
relies on you to do all the fucking.

That is fine with you. As large as he is, you want to be in total control. You
fuck him at a slow steady pace. Your body grinds on top of his, rubbing
your breasts against the smooth leather straps.

The Mummy moans. He has no idea who is fucking him. Judging from the
way his cock is throbbing, he probably doesn’t care. He is just grateful to be
inside something wet and warm.

“Tell me about his Curse,” you say. “Is it voluntary?”

“That is hard to say in this house,” the woman says. “Probably, I mean,
almost everything that happens here is because of a choice. He’s been here
since before I came here so I didn’t know him before he became the
Mummy. He doesn’t get to talk much but when he does, he isn’t
complaining.”
Interesting. You imagine what it must be like for him, always bound by
magic leather. He is always dependent on the kindness or lust of strangers.
It must be a terrible ordeal, or a long sexual adventure.

You get more turned on. Is it because you are bringing relief to a helpless
man or because you are taking advantage of him? You are not sure. Either
way, you relish your position on his cock.

The Mummy groans. He pulls harder on his restraints. His hips are
constantly fighting to thrust into you. The leather strains as it holds him
down.

You hump him a little bit faster. Your pussy clenches tighter around him.
You slam down on him a little harder.

The woman above you moans. You feel bad about neglecting her but not
bad enough to stop. She is just jealous that it is you fucking the Mummy
and not her.

Although you are curious why she is hanging in the air like that. When did
the leather stop her. How far did she get before she ended up bound and
helpless?

How long do you have before the Curse stops you?

Something cold slips around your throat and pulls you forward. You gasp
and grab at your throat. It is a leather strip!

“What’s happening?” the woman yells.

You try to respond but the leather is choking you. The leather around your
neck keeps pulling and you crawl forward to keep up. The Mummy’s cock
falls out of your pussy but there is no time to mourn the loss in your sex.
You are struggling just to keep breathing.

More leather wraps around your body. You feel strips wrap around both
thighs. A band of leather wraps around your chest, pressing down on your
breasts. Cold leather wraps around your arms.

You are pulled away from the Mummy and the woman. The leather around
your neck slips away and you can breathe again. After sucking in air, you
call out to the woman.

“The leather has grabbed me!” you yell. “What do I do?”

“Oh shit,” the woman says. “It’s too late to do anything!”

You don’t accept that. There must be something that you can do! Think,
what are your options?

Maybe you should wiggle and do your best to slip out of the straps. It is
already holding two people, it might not be able to hold onto a third.

You could try going the opposite route and just go limp. If you put up no
resistance, you might lull the leather into wrapping lightly around you and
then you could escape.

If going limp is not your style, then you could just go all out and fight it.
Instead of wiggling to escape, you could try pulling and getting out through
pure strength.
How will you escape the leather strips?

I wiggle and squirm.

I go limp.

I fight and pull.

I lick the woman while stroking the Mummy.

When presented with a good cock and a lovely pussy, you prefer to multi-
task. This way you can pleasure her while getting the Mummy to release the
trapped woman.

First things first, you don’t need your robe getting in the way. You take it
off and fold it over the end of the bed. Naked, you climb into bed and get
between the Mummy and the woman’s legs. You wince when you sit down
on the bed but hopefully your spanked ass can take a quick sitting for a
worthy cause.

The woman’s sex is the perfect height for you to lean into and lick. It makes
you wonder if that is why she is suspended in the air above the Mummy’s
cock. Was it planned this way?

A good handjob needs lube so you spit into your hands. Once they are slick,
you grab the Mummy’s cock. It is hot to the touch. It pulses in your wet
grip and the Mummy shifts his hips as he tries to fuck your hand. The
leather keeps him pinned down but he keeps trying. Wow, he really is eager.

You give his cock a few strokes. The Mummy stops trying to fuck your
hands but that doesn’t mean that he relaxes. His arms and legs are tense as
he pulls on the leather strips.

“What are you doing?” the woman asks. “I hear something. Are you
stroking him? Don’t forget about me!”

“I haven’t,” you say and you lean closer to her sex. It is shaved and the lips
are already wet. You take a long slow lick of her pussy.

“Fuck!” the woman cries out.

The leather strips constrict. You watch in amazement as they move on their
own and tighten their grip. You’ve seen a ghost and a librarian with magic
powers but it doesn’t prepare you for the sight of leather moving on its own.
You go back to licking the woman. This time your tongue pushes past her
pussy lips and you lick inside her. Your tongue stays in her, tasting and
exploring as much as you can.

The woman groans but you take care to keep stroking the Mummy. Your
right hand goes over the head of his cock and gives him a little squeeze
before sliding back down to his base. His cock pulses with every stroke.

“Oh God,” the woman groans. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

You keep licking her. Your mouth opens as wide as you can as you lick and
suck on her sex. The woman’s hips move as she grinds against your face.
Juices run down your chin.

The welts on your ass flare up from your movements. The pain motivates
you to go faster. The more you lick and the more you pump the thick cock,
the easier it is to forget about your tender butt.

The Mummy’s cock grows warm with friction. Your spit is drying out. You
pause in your licking and slip your fingers into the woman’s dripping sex.
After a few strokes, your fingers are slick with her clear honey. You wrap
your pussy-drenched fingers around the Mummy’s cock and continue
stroking him.

“Yes, yes, yes,” the woman moans as you lick her.

“Mmhm, mhmmm, mhmm!” the Mummy groans behind his mask of leather
strips.

You are moaning as well. Your sex is hungry for a cock or a mouth. It is
tempting to pause and stroke yourself but you resist the urge. This is about
helping others, not pleasing yourself.

The Mummy groans. His cock pulses wildly in your hand. He is about to
come.
A leather strip slithers across the bed. You watch in amazement as it wraps
around the base of his enormous cock. The leather constricts around the
thick dick and you feel the pulsing suddenly stop.

Amazing, the leather stopped the Mummy from coming. That must be the
Curse that the woman was talking about. It really doesn’t want him to
come.

Too bad. You stick your fingers back into the woman’s pussy. First you get
one hand wet and then the other. Once both hands are dripping wet, you
grab the Mummy’s cock and stroke as fast as you can.

The Mummy groans. So does the woman as you go back to eating her
pussy. The two of them groan louder and louder as you bring them both
close to climax.

Something cold slips around your throat and pulls you away from the
woman’s sex. You gasp and grab at your throat. It is a leather strip!

“What’s happening?” the woman yells.

You try to respond but the leather is choking you. The leather around your
neck keeps pulling and you fall back on the bed. You let go of the
Mummy’s cock and grab the strip as you struggle to keep breathing.

More leather wraps around your body. You feel strips wrap around both
thighs. A band of leather wraps around your chest, pressing down on your
breasts. Cold leather wraps around your arms.

You are pulled away from the Mummy and the woman. The leather around
your neck slips away and you can breathe again. After sucking in air, you
call out to the woman.

“The leather has grabbed me!” you yell. “What do I do?”

“Oh shit,” the woman says. “It’s too late to do anything!”

You don’t accept that. There must be something that you can do! Think,
what are your options?

Maybe you should wiggle and do your best to slip out of the straps. It is
already holding two people, it might not be able to hold onto a third.

You could try going the opposite route and just go limp. If you put up no
resistance, you might lull the leather into wrapping lightly around you and
then you could escape.

If going limp is not your style, then you could just go all out and fight it.
Instead of wiggling to escape, you could try pulling and getting out through
pure strength.
How will you escape the leather strips?

I wiggle and squirm.

I go limp.

I fight and pull.

I wiggle and squirm.

The last thing you want is to be helpless like the woman is. You move every
part of your body in random ways, twisting and shaking as much as you
can. For one moment, you feel like you are about to slip free!

The leather moves over your body like a snake. It coils around your arms
and legs and tightens. The leather matches your random squirming and
seems to somehow anticipate it. One by one, your limbs are locked down
and immobilized.

“Did it get you?” the woman asks. She must still be blinded.

You struggle but you can’t get free. “Yes,” you sigh.

The Mummy groans and then every leather strip in the room begins to
move. The leather grinds against the bedposts, around the lamp fixtures,
against furniture legs and against the radiator like a hundred pulleys are
suddenly being activated. The grinding sound is deafening and you wonder
if the leather straps are about to snap.

The strips refuse to break despite the terrible grinding. The magic of the
Curse won’t allow it.

The woman is lifted higher in the air and turns perpendicular to the bed.
The Mummy rises to a standing position. You are spun around in the air and
face the ceiling. Just as you orient yourself, the leather slams your back
down onto the bed.

You cry out as your sore ass hits the bed. The straps tighten and your arms
and legs are spread apart. Leather wraps around your hands; preventing you
from even flexing your fingers. The strap across your breasts releases your
poor tits but only for a moment as the leather wraps around them to squeeze
them upwards.
The Mummy is lowered onto your chest. He straddles your chest while a
leather strap wraps around his cock. It pulls his massive member down until
it is pointed at your bound breasts. The straps shift and the Mummy’s cock
is pulled between your pushed-together tits. The warm heat of his cock is
trapped between your cleavage. You feel him pulse between your breasts.

You watch as the woman is lowered onto your right leg. The damp heat of
her pussy presses down on your knee. Leather wraps her thighs tightly
around your leg. Her arms are stretched up towards the ceiling.

The leather has stop moving. The three of you are bound and trapped. The
Mummy’s cock is between your wrapped tits while the woman is mounted
on your leg. The three of you try to move but the leather holds you tightly
to each other in a complex web of counter-weight.

“Is that you?” the woman calls out as she clenches around your leg.

“Yes,” you answer.

“Oh good,” she says and she slides her sex against your leg. The leather
strips only allow her to move a few inches but she passionately humps your
leg. She didn’t even bother to ask before grinding against you.

You look up at the Mummy. One of the leather strips around his head has
moved and his eyes are now exposed. They are a deep brown color with a
desperate madness to them. He immediately starts thrusting his cock
between your tits.

His massive dick fucks your trapped breasts. The tip of his cock emerges
from between your tits and then sinks back into them. The friction builds
quickly but the Mummy isn’t stopping. You try to spit onto your tits but the
angle is too awkward. All you can do is hope he comes before the heat
becomes too much.

The woman grinds on your knee. Juices run down the sides of your leg. You
can’t imagine that humping your knee feels good but the woman doesn’t
care. She is desperate to come any way that she can.
All this humping and thrusting is murder on your poor ass. You haven’t
recovered from the spanking and now your butt is being ground into the
bed. The welts and bruises force you to relive every paddle strike. You
whimper but that doesn’t stop the woman and the Mummy from using you.

“I am so close,” the woman whines.

“Be careful,” you moan but neither of them listen to you.

The Mummy groans. Is he apologizing for declaring his intention to do

what he wishes? It is impossible to tell.

He slams his cock between your breasts. Your tits shake and the leather
tightens around them. The Mummy doesn’t care that there isn’t any
lubrication. He is just happy to fuck something.

The woman keeps humping your knee. Her shaved pussy glides back and
forth across your leg. The pressure on your leg goes straight to your
spanked ass and the unforgiving bed underneath.

You moan in frustration. As the Mummy and the woman grind on your
body, your pussy is being ignored. You desperately wish for a tongue or a
cock between your legs. Even a finger would do. At this point, you would
settle for a knee or an elbow to hump.

The Mummy shudders. He takes deeper thrusts into your tits. Pre-come
smears across your friction-burned breasts. He is about to come!

The leather strips pull him away from your body. His red cock pulses in
frustration. The Mummy cries out from under the leather straps and he tries
to fight his bonds.

The rest of the leather strips are moving. The woman is lifted from your
body. Your breasts are released and you are picked up from the bed. The
leather slithers over your body as the three of you are re-aligned into a new
position.
This is another chance for you to get free. You can try wiggling again. Who
knows, you might get lose this time? You can also try going limp or fighting
with everything you have. Just make up your mind quick before the
Mummy’s Curse locks you into a new ordeal.
How will you fight the leather this time?

I squirm and wiggle.

I go completely limp.

I pull and fight my way free.

I go limp.

There was a book you read once where the submissive went completely
limp and the bondage master was lax in restraining her properly. Once he
was done tying her up, she could easily escape. Maybe that trick will work
for you now.

The leather moves over you like a dozen snakes. You put up no resistance
and try to stay as limp as possible. The leather wraps around your arms and
legs. The band across your chest tightens, crushing your breasts to your
body.

When the leather stops moving, you make your escape attempt. You pull
and wiggle against your restraints. To your surprise, the leather strips hold
you tightly. There is absolutely no give at all. You are trapped!

“Fuck, shit!” you snap. The book lied to you! If you can’t trust a kinky
book about bondage, who can you trust?

“Did it get you?” the woman asks. She must still be blinded.

You struggle but you can’t get free. “Yes,” you sigh.

The Mummy groans and then every leather strip in the room begins to
move. The leather grinds against the bedposts, around the lamp fixtures,
against furniture legs and against the radiator like a hundred pulleys are
suddenly being activated. The grinding sound is deafening and you wonder
if the leather straps are about to snap.

The strips refuse to break despite the terrible grinding. The magic of the
Curse won’t allow it.

The woman is lifted higher into the air. You are lifted next until you are
level with the top of the bed posts. The Mummy is pulled up and carried off
to the side. The leather strips manipulate the three of you with ease like
some strange clockwork design.
You are turned around and dropped onto the bed. Your spanked ass lands on
the bed and you cry out. The strips spin your body around so your head and
feet now face the sides of the bed. Your body is pulled until your legs are
hanging off the bed, still spread wide and encased in leather.

The woman is dropped face down on top of you. The added weight grinds
your tender ass into the bed. The leather holding your tits slithers away so
now her breasts are pressing down on yours. More leather wraps around the
two of you until your bodies are wrapped tightly against each other.

The leather around her face goes away. You look into bright blue eyes that
are red with tears. The two of you are too close to look at each other
properly as you are literally nose-to-nose.

The woman kisses you. Her tongue slips between your lips as she kisses
you passionately. You return the kiss. Why not? The two of you are bound
together.

Where is the Mummy? You hear the leather straps grind against one another
as they move him into place. Something brushes your open thighs and you
let out a sigh of relief. He is standing between your legs. Thank goodness
that he is not going to be on top of both of you. Your ass couldn’t handle it.

Something thick presses against your sex. You groan into the woman’s
mouth as your sex is invaded by a large cock. The throbbing member
pushes you open and fills you completely.

The woman whimpers into your mouth. She can feel your body reacting to
the cock that she desires so badly. Her pussy is pressing down on your
pussy as it is filled with cock.

You clench tightly around the Mummy’s cock. Your thighs try to close but
the leather keeps them apart. You lift your pelvis and try to grind on the
cock but the woman’s weight is pressing down on you. All you manage to
do is irritate the bruises and welts on your spanked ass.
Maybe the Mummy can fuck you since you are immobilized. You hear him
grunt and his cock pulses inside of you, but there is no movement. He is as
paralyzed as you are.

The woman keeps kissing you. You kiss her back in frustration. An amazing
dick is inside of you but you can’t do anything about it. The leather keeps
you from doing even the smallest of movements. You are penetrated but
you cannot fuck.

But you can clench. Maybe if you squeeze and release around his giant
cock enough times, you can get the Mummy to come. If he comes, then the
leather is supposed to release you. At least, that is what you have been told.

So you clench. The Mummy groans and his cock pulses.

You clench again. And again. And again. Again!

The woman keeps kissing you. She is ravenous for your lips and tongue.
You do a poor job kissing her but she doesn’t seem to care. Her mouth is an
outlet for her frustration.

You keep clenching. The Mummy keeps throbbing. He groans louder and
louder. Is he close? Can you make him come with just your pussy muscles
alone?

There is the familiar grinding sound and the leather strips pull the
wonderful cock out of your sex. You cry out in frustration as the woman
continues to kiss you. The Mummy grunts from behind his leather gag and
you know he was close as well.

The rest of the leather strips are moving. The woman is lifted from your
body. Your body is lifted as well and your poor ass is thankful. The leather
slithers over your body as the three of you are re-aligned into a new
position.

This is another chance for you to get free. You can try wiggling. You can
also try going limp again. Maybe you did it wrong last time and you have it
figured out now. Or maybe now is the time to fight with everything you
have. Just make up your mind quick before the Mummy’s Curse locks you
into a new ordeal.
How will you fight the leather this time?

I squirm and wiggle.

I go completely limp.

I pull and fight my way free.

I fight and pull.

No! The Mummy’s Curse isn’t going to get you! Especially not without a
fight!

You pull and tug with everything that you have. If the strips pull one way,
you throw your weight in the opposite direction. You claw at the strips and
pull as hard as you can. When fingers won’t work, you bite the leather and
pull with your mouth.

The leather wraps tighter around you. For every strip that you manage to
pull off, two more take its place. You scream and fight but the leather is
persistent. It isn’t long before you get tired but the strips never slow down.

You are pulled high into the air. Leather wraps tightly around your ass and
presses down hard on your welts from the spanking. Strips constrict your
breasts like a snake. Your arms and legs are spread apart until you hang in
the air spread-eagle.

“Did it get you?” the woman asks. She must still be blinded.

You struggle but you can’t get free. “Yes,” you sigh.

The Mummy groans and then every leather strip in the room begins to
move. The leather grinds against the bedposts, around the lamp fixtures,
against furniture legs and against the radiator like a hundred pulleys are
suddenly being activated. The grinding sound is deafening and you wonder
if the leather straps are about to snap.

The strips refuse to break despite the terrible grinding. The magic of the
Curse won’t allow it.

The woman is lifted higher in the air and to your right. She is pulling into a
standing position with her hands pulled painfully behind her back. A single
strip of leather runs across her breasts, squeezing them as painfully as
yours.
The Mummy is lifted from the bed. He gives no resistance as he carried to a
standing position to your left. His arms and legs are bound together closely
to his body.

A leather strip runs over the Mummy’s cock. It wraps around the thick
member and then shoots across to your sex. The thick strap presses against
the lips of your pussy and between your buttocks. It comes up over your
shoulder and then across the room towards the woman’s sex. It presses
tightly against her pussy and back around her ass.

The woman groans and wiggles in her bonds. The strip around your pussy
pulls as she struggles. The leather is rough on your sex but also faintly
arousing. You catch yourself humping the strip and the woman moans
louder as your movements pull on her strip.

The Mummy moans louder than both of you. The leather strip around his
cock slides and pulls on his hard flesh. You wince at the incredible friction
that he must be experiencing but he never loses his erection.

The leather strips stop moving. All three of you are suspended in the air,
apart from each other. The only thing connecting you is the leather strip
wrapped around your genitals.

“Shit,” the woman says. “It hurts but I bet that I can get off.”

She grinds her hips. The strip against your pussy rubs back and forth. The
smooth leather is rough on your sex but you do feel the slight stirring of
stimulation. It would take forever to come this way.

“Stop, stop!” you groan. “You’re rubbing us raw!”

The woman whines and stops. The leather stops rubbing and you let out a
sigh of relief.

“Oh man,” the woman says. “Now we have to wait until someone else
comes to help.”
You frown at that. If someone did come, how far will they get before the
Curse grabs them as well? How many people can fit in this bedroom before
the Mummy is finally sated?

The Mummy groans. His hips move and his cock humps the air. The leather
strip slides up and down his cock.

“Stop!” you yell but it is too late. The leather grinds back and forth against
your tender pussy lips and your sore ass. Pain and pleasure assault your sex.

“No, let him!” the woman calls out. “If he can come, we can get free!”

She’s right. You bite your lip and take it as the leather grinds between your
legs. The smooth leather burns as it rubs back and forth. The juices from
your sex help but only a little. The heat builds and builds and you wonder
how much more you can endure.

“Fuck!” the woman groans. What you can see of her face is contorted in
pain.

The Mummy moans louder and louder. His cock is bright red but his hips
keep pounding the empty air. He’s doing it! He is actually going to come!

The leather strip unwinds from his cock. His red cock pulses in frustration.
The Mummy cries out from under the leather straps and he tries to fight his
bonds.

The rest of the leather strips are moving. The strip between your legs leaves
and you sigh in relief. The woman’s arms are released for only a moment to
be bound once more. The leather slithers over your body as the three of you
are re-aligned into a new position.

This is another chance for you to get free. You can try fighting again. Who
knows, you might win this time? You can also try going limp or just
squirming out of the grip of the ropes. Just make up your mind quick before
the Mummy’s Curse locks you into a new ordeal.
How will you fight the leather this time?

I squirm and wiggle.

I go completely limp.

I pull and fight my way free.

I squirm and wiggle.

You can’t take any more of this bondage. Your body goes into a spasm as
you twist, turn, squirm, wiggle and struggle. Every part of your body moves
in a different direction as you fight to escape the leather strips.

The leather stays tight around you. More and more leather wraps around
your body. The more you struggle, the more you are encased in cold leather
until you are wrapped just as tightly as the Mummy himself.

It doesn’t take long to exhaust yourself. When you stop struggling, you
notice the leather is moving the other two people as well. All three of you
are lifted into the air and your bodies are brought together into a perverse
triangle.

The Mummy’s cock is in front of your face. The strips bring the two of you
together and your mouth opens to accept him. His thick cock fills your
mouth and hits the back of your throat.

Leather unwraps around your legs and pulls them apart. A mouth presses
against your sex and you moan with the Mummy’s cock in your mouth. The
unknown woman’s mouth begins to lick your pussy and shivers run down
your body.

It is hard to tell but you think the Mummy’s face is buried in the woman’s
pussy. The three of you are linked by mouths and genitals as you hang
suspended in the air.

You forget all about escape as your pussy is eaten. The woman has a skilled
tongue and it is probing your soaking wet sex. Her lips nibble on your pussy
lips and you can’t help but shiver with delight.

Meanwhile, the Mummy is thrusting into your mouth. You taste pussy juice
on his cock and wonder how many women have tried to use him. His balls
slap against your chin as he pounds your mouth.
The woman moans into your sex. The Mummy must know how to eat
pussy. The moans make the woman’s lips tingle as she licks you.

You remember what the woman said about the Mummy. If he comes, then
the straps will go limp for a little while. You hope that is true because you
really don’t want to spend the rest of the night or even longer tied up in
leather.

The Mummy keeps fucking your mouth but you try to help him. Your
tongue licks his hard length as it passes through your mouth. When his hips
tire, you close your lips around his thick cock and suck as hard as you can.
You bob your head back and forth on his cock until he can take no more and
he goes back to fucking your face.

Leather tightens around your ass. You cry as the leather irritates the welts
on your ass. Does the leather know that you have been spanked? You are
pretty sure that it does.

The woman does something with her tongue that feels like a swirl. It feels
wonderful and your toes curl. She keeps moaning into your pussy and your
hips react by humping her face.

The three of you lick, suck and hump. The sound of hungry mouths
dominates the room. The leather strips hold you all in the air as you orally
pleasure each other.

You are close to coming. The woman senses it and she licks harder. Her
nose is buried in your sex and you grind against it. Lick by lick, she brings
you closer and closer to orgasm.

The woman cries out into your pussy. She is climaxing. Her tongue and
mouth stop moving as she screams her pleasure.

You don’t need her tongue any more. Your body is so close to the edge and
you climax against her moaning lips. Pleasure shots through your body and
you shiver in your leather hangings.
The Mummy keeps thrusting into your moaning mouth. The cock pulses
and then there is a hot rush of seed that fills your mouth. You struggle to
swallow as his load goes down your throat. There is too much of it and
some of it spills from your mouth.

Without warning, the restraints holding you unwind. The Mummy’s cock
slips from your mouth as you fall to the floor. You land on your ass and pain
shoots through your tender butt.

The woman falls next to you. She hits the ground hard and the wind is
knocked out of her. Marks cover her body from where the leather has been
holding her.

Finally, the Mummy descends to the ground. He lands on his feet. The
leather strips hang loosely but still stay wrapped around him.

“Thanks,” the Mummy says. “I needed that. I better get something to eat
before the Curse wakes back up.”

He walks to the door. The leather strips trails behind him. He leaves the
bedroom and the door stays open.

Someone else walks in. It is the butler. The uniform clings tighter to her
body than you remember. The short gold hair on her head is glowing. Her
skin is darker than you recall, almost as dark as a night sky. She looks at
you and the woman. She shakes her head.

“What are you doing here, Zita?” the butler asks.

“Sorry, ma’am,” the woman says. She stands up and does a weak curtsey. “I
heard the Mummy calling for help and –“

“And you decided to ignore your chores for a thick cock,” the butler says.
“Go report to the Cook and tell her you are on kitchen duty for a week.”

Zita’s face goes pale but she nods. “Yes, ma’am. Right away, ma’am.”
The woman goes past the butler and leaves you alone in the room with the
butler. You stand up and look for your robe, as you reach for it, the butler
stops you.

“Hold on,” she says. “I told you to stay in the foyer.”

“Uh, I got bored,” you say.

The butler smirks. “I can see that,” she says. “You got bored and decided to
make yourself useful. The Librarian was impressed with you and that isn’t
easy. You were also kind to the ghost in the game room, who is something
of a sore loser, as well as providing some relief to our cursed Mummy. I
know what your function should be now.”

“Function?” you ask.

The butler opens her vest and pulls out a small bundle of clothing. You are
not sure how it fit inside her suit without bulging. The bundle appears to be
a maid’s uniform.

“You are clearly a maid,” the butler says. “Your duties are cleaning, serving
and fucking. You will be at the disposal of all the residents of the house and
free to fuck with the other servants. Of course, you are also free to torment
any strangers who come to the house.”

“Wait, you’re offering me a job?” you ask. “I just need to use the phone! I
have a life I need to get back to!”

“Do you?” the butler says. “It is your choice. I am offering you an eternity
of service but if you would rather not, I won’t force you. Is that your
choice?
Is it?

I will take the maid’s job.

I just want to go home.

I go completely limp.

There was a movie you saw once where the action heroine was getting
attacked by tentacles. She went limp and the alien tentacles treated her as a
non-threat. The tentacles ignored her and let her go. You try to imitate that
movie by going as lifeless as possible.

It seems to work. The leather strips unwind from your body and the grip on
you loosens. You wait a few more seconds before attempting your escape
but suddenly new strips wrap around your body. It looks like the leather
was just reorganizing how it bound you.

“Fuck, shit!” you snap. You are going nowhere!

That is not quite true. The leather carries you up into the air. You are now in
a standing position with your hands high above your head. Your legs are
spread into a upside down ‘V’.

You watch as the woman is wrapped in more leather. Her legs are spread
wide apart and a thin strap of leather goes between her legs. She cries out as
the thin strap tightens and you watch it slip between the lips of her pussy.
The flushing of her cheeks tells you how much she enjoys it.

The leather moves the woman behind you. It is impossible to turn your head
to see what is being done with her. When the grinding of leather stops, you
feel her face pressing against your buttocks. You cry out as she touches
your spanked ass but then you feel her tongue wiggling against your cheeks.
She finds your asshole and begins to tongue it.

Meanwhile, the Mummy is brought in front of you. His massive cock throbs
with excitement. The leather brings the two of you face to face and pelvis to
pelvis. A strap of leather guides his dick towards your pussy and the tip
pushes against your lips.

The leather shifts and the Mummy enters you. His long hard cock pushes
inside you and fills you completely. The Mummy groans from behind his
mask of leather.

The Mummy’s cock throbs inside you. Your pussy clenches tightly around
him. Instinctively, you shift your hips as you try to fuck him. To your
surprise, there is enough give in the leather straps for a passionate thrust.

The woman licking your ass moans. It is a sexual sound and you wonder
what is happening to her. It must be the strip between her legs. You notice
that she moans in time with your thrusts. The network of leather straps must
connect your movements to the strip on her pussy.

The Mummy responds with a thrust of his own. The straps allow him a full
range of movement as well. He pauses, as if surprised at his good fortune.

The pause doesn’t last as his hips begin to buck. He fucks you with the
rutting need of a man that has been denied for too long. His cock rams into
with a fury that isn’t human.

The woman nearly screams into your ass. Is her pussy strap connected to
the Mummy as well? It must be because you can feel her panting into your
asshole.

As tempting as it is to stay still and take the Mummy’s fucking, you can’t
resist fucking him back. Your hips collide together as the two of you fuck.
You meet him thrust for thrust.

“Fuck me!” you yell at him.

The Mummy groans and he fucks faster.

“More!” you yell.

The Mummy roars behind the straps of leather around his face and he fucks
you harder.

The woman cries out. She is coming. Her face presses hard against your
tender ass while she screams her climax.
You reach your peak and climax as well. A storm of pleasure breaks
throughout your body. You shake in your leather bounds as you finally
come.

The Mummy’s cock throbs and suddenly there is a gush of seed inside your
sex. He keeps fucking as his cock pumps into your pussy. His hips slam into
yours as he empties himself inside you.

Without warning, the restraints holding you begin to unwind. The

Mummy’s cock slips from your pussy as he falls to the floor. He hits the
ground and you land beside him on the carpet.

The woman falls behind you. She hits the ground hard and the wind is
knocked out of her. Marks cover her body from where the leather has been
holding her.

Leather unwraps from where it has stretched across the room. The sound of
falling leather fills the room. You watch as the long lengths of leather shrink
in size until all that is left is the leather strips hanging loosely from the
Mummy’s body.
The Mummy stands up. The leather around his face falls way to reveal
brown eyes and a tired face. You can’t help but notice that even though the
strips are loose on his body, they still cling to him.

“You have my thanks,” the Mummy says. “I needed that. I better get
something to eat before the Curse wakes back up.”

He walks to the door. The leather strips trails behind him. He leaves the
bedroom and the door stays open.

Someone else walks in. It is the butler. The uniform clings tighter to her
body than you remember. The short gold hair on her head is glowing. Her
skin is darker than you recall, almost as dark as a night sky. She looks at
you and the woman before shaking her head.

“What are you doing here, Zita?” the butler asks.

“Sorry, ma’am,” the woman says. She stands up and does a weak curtsey. “I
heard the Mummy calling for help and –“

“And you decided to ignore your chores for a thick cock,” the butler says.
“Go to the Alchemist and tell her you are to help her for a week.”

Zita’s face goes pale but she nods. “Yes, ma’am. Right away, ma’am.”

The woman goes past the butler and leaves you alone in the room with the
butler. You stand up and look for your robe. As you reach for it, the butler
stops you.

“Hold on,” she says. “I told you to stay in the foyer.”

“Uh, I got bored,” you say.

The butler smirks. “I can see that,” she says. “You got bored and decided to
make yourself useful. The Librarian was impressed with you and that isn’t
easy. You were also kind to the ghost in the game room who is a sore loser,
as well as providing some relief to our cursed Mummy. I know what your
function should be now.”

“Function?” you ask.

The butler opens her vest and pulls out a small bundle of clothing. You are
not sure how it fit inside her suit without bulging. The bundle appears to be
a maid’s uniform.

“You are clearly a maid,” the butler says. “Your duties are cleaning, serving
and fucking. You will be at the disposal of all the residents of the house and
free to fuck with the other servants. Of course, you are also free to torment
any strangers who come to the house.”

“Wait, you’re offering me a job?” you ask. “I just need to use the phone! I
have a life I need to get back to!”
“Do you?” the butler says. “It is your choice. I am offering you an eternity
of service but if you would rather not, I won’t force you. Is that your
choice?
Is it?

I will take the maid’s job.

I just want to go home.

I pull and fight my way free.

Rage rises within you. This is fucking ridiculous. Your body hurts from
multiple friction burns on your body. You are sick and tired of being held by
magic leather from some stupid guy’s curse!

You scream and fight against the strips. Your fingers dig into the leather and
pry it from your arms and legs. A strip tries to wrap around your face and
you punch it with your fist. You go berserk with punches, kicks and even
biting.

The leather wraps around your neck. The fight goes out of you as you
struggle to breathe. You pull at the strip around your neck as more leather
wraps around you. Strips encase every part of your body from the neck
down. Only your ass is curiously left unwrapped.

The strip around your neck lets go. You greedily suck in air as your arms
are pinned to your chest. You try to move but the leather has you
completely immobilized.

You watch as the strips carry the woman towards you. Her legs are spread
and her bare sex is exposed. The strips swing her towards your head and
your mouth is against her pussy. Leather strips wrap around your head,
sealing your face to her sex.

“Yes!” the woman cries out. Her hips buck and she grinds against your
trapped face. The slick pussy rubs up and down your nose and mouth.

The strips aren’t done with you. With your face trapped, your ass is lifted
higher into the air. Your legs are pulled so you are bent over in the air.

Something hard presses against your asshole. Oh shit, it is the Mummy’s

cock!

“No!” you cry into the woman’s pussy. The leather doesn’t hear you or
more likely, it doesn’t care.
The tip of the Mummy’s cock presses against your ass. The tip is wet.
When did it have a chance to get wet? Maybe it was inside the woman
while you were fighting. Either way, you are grateful that there is some kind
of lube as the head slowly pushes the tight ring of your asshole apart. It still
hurts as your ass stretches to take his thick tip.

The Mummy’s cock pushes in. His immense girth fills your asshole. Inch
after inch invades your ass while his thickness opens you up.

You whimper into the woman’s grinding pussy. The pain is intense. You are
impaled on a thick cock while you face is getting humped. Leather wraps
around your body; preventing you from resisting in any way.

“Yes, yes, yes!” the woman cries. She humps your trapped face with
enthusiasm. Your lips tingle from the force she is exerting. Her smooth sex
fucks your mouth and nose with no concern for your breathing or comfort.
She is desperate to come and the leather has provided your face for her to
pleasure.

The Mummy groans and begins to fuck your ass. Slow and steady thrusts
penetrate your tight asshole. His thick cock impales you with every shift of
his hips.

You feel his balls slapping against your pussy. It is amazing how turned on
you are. Your sex aches to be touched but all you get is the glancing touch
of the Mummy’s scrotum. As your face and ass are being used, your pussy
will be ignored.

“Right there!” the woman cries. “Right fucking there!”

The woman pounds your face. Her pelvic bone grinds against your mouth.
She is going to come.

The Mummy growls loud enough that even you can hear it. His thrusts get
harder. His cock destroys your ass as he tries to get deeper and deeper. He is
going to come.
You shudder with pain and desire. You are a face getting humped. You are
an ass getting fucked. You are a wet pussy being ignored. The rest of your
body seems to fade away into a single embrace of leather.

“YES!” the woman screams. Her body shudders against your face as she
climaxes.

The Mummy roars and hot seed fills your ass. His cock throbs as it pumps
thick semen into your tight ass.

You moan pitifully between them as they climax.

Without warning, the restraints holding you begin to unwind. The

Mummy’s cock slips from your ass as he falls to the floor. He hits the
ground and you land beside him on the carpet.

The woman falls in front of you. She hits the ground hard and the wind is
knocked out of her. Marks cover her body from where the leather has been
holding her.

Leather unwraps from where it has stretched across the room. The sound of
falling leather fills the room. You watch as the long lengths of leather shrink
in size until all that is left is the leather strips hanging loosely from the
Mummy’s body.

The Mummy stands up. The leather around his face falls way to reveal
brown eyes and a tired face. You can’t help but notice that even though the
strips are loose on his body, they still cling to him.

“Wow, thanks,” the Mummy says. “I needed that. I better get something to
eat before the Curse wakes back up. Thanks for your ass.”

He walks to the door. The leather strips trails behind him. He leaves the
bedroom and the door stays open.
Someone else walks in. It is the butler. The uniform clings tighter to her
body than you remember. The short gold hair on her head is glowing. Her
skin is darker than you recall, almost as dark as a night sky. She looks at
you and the woman. She shakes her head.

“What are you doing here, Zita?” the butler asks.

“Sorry, ma’am,” the woman says. She stands up and does a weak curtsey. “I
heard the Mummy calling for help and –“

“And you decided to ignore your chores for a thick cock,” the butler says.
“Go keep Mrs. Hayley company. If you are lucky, I might remember to
check in on you tonight.”

Zita’s face goes pale but she nods. “Yes, ma’am. Right away, ma’am.”

The woman goes past the butler and leaves you alone in the room with the
butler. You stand up, feeling the Mummy’s seed flowing from your ass. The
robe is still on the bed. As you reach for it, the butler stops you.

“Hold on,” she says. “I told you to stay in the foyer.”

“Uh, I got bored,” you say, wiping pussy juice from your face.

The butler smirks. “I can see that,” she says. “You got bored and decided to
make yourself useful. The Librarian was impressed with you and that isn’t
easy. You were also kind to the ghost in the game room ghost, who is
something of a sore loser, as well as providing some relief to our cursed
Mummy. I know what your function should be now.”

“Function?” you ask.

The butler opens her vest and pulls out a small bundle of clothing. You are
not sure how it fit inside her suit without bulging. The bundle appears to be
a maid’s uniform.
“You are clearly a maid,” the butler says. “Your duties are cleaning, serving
and fucking. You will be at the disposal of all the residents of the house and
free to fuck with the other servants. Of course, you are also free to torment
any strangers who come to the house.”

“Wait, you’re offering me a job?” you ask. “I just need to use the phone! I
have a life I need to get back to!”

“Do you?” the butler says. “It is your choice. I am offering you an eternity
of service but if you would rather not, I won’t force you. Is that your
choice?
Is it?

I will take the maid’s job.

I just want to go home.

I just want to go home.

“It is a generous offer,” you say, although you are not sure how good an
offer of a lifetime of cleaning is. “I have to say no. I just want to go back
home.”

The butler frowns. “Going home wasn’t one of the options,” she says. “Still,
if you won’t serve, we will find another way to make use of you.”

“What do you mean by-“ you say but the words choke in your mouth. A
strange feeling comes over your lips as you feel them form an ‘O’ and your
tongue goes numb. You raise your hands to touch your face but your fingers
have fused together. Your skin has become shiny and has the texture of
latex.

You fall backwards. None of your limbs move as you hit the ground. Oddly,
you land softly on the floor and even bounce a little.

Panic comes over you but nothing moves. Your eyes stare up at the ceiling.
The floor feels weird under you as if you are barely touching it.

The butler reaches down and picks you up by the waist. You are as light as a
balloon. Her fingers squeeze your body and there is a rubber sound.

“Hmmm,” the butler says as she studies you. “I prefer warm bodies but
some of our residents enjoy fucking sex dolls, especially ones that have a
living soul in them. Hopefully you will last longer than the last one. It is
amazing how rough some people are on their toys.”

You try to scream but all that comes out is a moan. In the coming days,
weeks and years, you will find that moaning is the only sound you will ever
make again.

The inflated end.

To the right where the moans are coming from.

Curiosity gets the better of you once more. You should be looking for a way
out but the sounds of someone in pleasure is impossible for you to ignore.
Isn’t this how you became stuck in the cellar in the first place?

That is true, but what really makes you curious is that the moans sound
different than what you have heard in the cellar so far. They seem subdued.
They don’t have that touch of terror. In other words, they don’t sound like
they are being fucked by the Brute.

The passage is dark but you boldly go down it. Your hand stays on a wall to
keep you from getting lost. The sand beneath your feet is replaced with cold
metal. The wall changes from stone to metal as well. Your fingers can feel
the rivets in the wall. What kind of cellar has metal floor and walls?

The moans get louder. They increase in speed. Yes, someone is getting
fucked. The sound is making you jealous.

You keep walking. The path is curiously straight. How long have you been
walking? It seems like quite a distance. Are you even under the house
anymore?

There is a buzzing sound as a light turns on up ahead. The light illuminates

a large metal door with dials on it. There is a wheel on the door with
spokes. It reminds you of a vault door from a heist movie.

The moans are coming from the door. You pick out four distinct voices,
moaning in pleasure. Is there an orgy on the other side of the door?

Wait, how are you even hearing anything through this door? The door is
made of metal and looks like it belongs in a fortress. How loud are they on
the other side?

There is only one way to find out. You need to open this door.
You try to turn the wheel. It moves a fraction of an inch and that is all.

What about the dials? There are dozens of them. One has numbers on it like
you would find on a safe. Another dial has letters. A third dial has
astrological symbols while a fourth dial has engravings of different cocks.

A count tells you that there are fifty-four dials in all. Holy shit, how many
combinations are possible? Are all the dials necessary to open the door?
That seems insane. What could possibly be so important to keep locked up
here?

The moaning gets louder. You think that you can hear other things as well.
There is the sound of someone sucking. You hear a wet pussy getting
fucked. That might be the sound of an ass getting slapped.

Your hand goes between your legs. Despite the strangeness that you have
been through, you are getting turned on. Pussy juice drips between your
legs.

You look at the dials. There must be a trick. Maybe only some of them need
to be turned.

That might just be wishful thinking. Maybe you should stop wasting your
time here and keep going down the passage?
Do you stay and try to open the vault?

Yes, there must be a way inside!

No, they locked this shit up for a reason.