Submit to the Supernatural

by Powerone

ISBN 9781615089796
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Copyright 2012, 15 Powerone
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A Renaissance E Books publication


BESTSELLING BONDAGE AUTHOR POWERONE'S UNFORGETTABLE NOVEL OF AN EERIE SUBMISSION

Faith is a writer of the supernatural for Playhouse magazine; her success is mixing the legends with juicy sex. She gets her gift of communication with the supernatural from her mother, but she is so much more. Faith sees spirits and has been possessed erotically by them.
Faith finds the eerie forty-room mansion of Bondage House irresistible. It reeks of the strict master that perished there, yet he still enslaves women that dare defy the supernatural from beyond the grave. She searches it for this powerful, ghostly dominant that lurks its halls for over fifty years. She finds the presence waiting for her in secret rooms that were built to enslave her into submission. She’s bound in strange devices–the pillory, the crypt at the family cemetery, the spanking machine, and the barrel. The rooms grow cold, thick clouds appear and begin to take shape. She feels her body taken by a cold thickness that can only be one thing. Hard and powerfully, her body is taken in every perverted and degrading way. Will Faith’s unsatisfied yearning for bondage be fulfilled?
Intense bondage as only bestselling author Powerone can write it.
Powerone’s bondage novels are“…well crafted … meant to get you off ... scenes don’t feel rushed nor leave us waiting to get to the "good parts … moves effortlessly through them with fantastic results … Chock full of re-readable scenes that makes it worth it's money for sure.” -Goodreads
A shorter, somewhat different version was published as Ghost Master.


Chapter 1

Famous

Faith sat behind the desk, looking out over New York City from the twentieth floor. It had taken her ten years to get here, but it was worth it. To think, she had her own office at Playhouse magazine, one of the most successful adult magazines in the country. Millions of readers waited for the next story from Faith Deva.

The secretary buzzed her. “Tyler is here to see you.” Her voice rang out through the intercom.

“Send him in.” This was the first time that Tyler had seen her office, though he was responsible for her getting it. He was her agent for over seven years now. He helped make her what she is today. She stood up when she heard him walk down the hall.

Tyler scanned the office but not before he did the same thing to Faith. He’d never stopped getting excited each time he saw her, and as she aged, she only got better. At twenty-eight, she was twenty years his junior, but that never stopped him. She had only been in the City for two months, but she dressed the part, and she had the body for it. Five foot, seven inches, taller with the three-inch heels her legs were perched on, she was a woman that stood out in a crowd. Her dark-brown hair hung down below her shoulders; a sweep across one side of her face made her look as though she stared at you with one eye with such intensity. She wore a white silk blouse that accented her full breasts; Tyler knew that only a slip beneath it cradled her luscious flesh. He enjoyed the crisp, cool weather that played havoc with her nipples and made them stand out so provocatively, but it never bothered Faith. His eyes scanned down to her slim waist, a tight-fitting skirt that clung to her hips and stopped way above her knees, leaving her long legs naked. Her beauty always stirred his cock to such hardness.

Faith saw the way Tyler looked at her, many men looked at her that way, but she knew Tyler well, too well, knowing exactly what was in his mind. She turned and let him see her ass, turning back, proud to see that his erection had grown bigger. “I see you like.”

“You never fail to get a rise out me, Faith. That body was built for pleasure.” He never stopped trying, though Faith always rebuked him. “Your office is great, too. You deserve this.”

“It’s just as much your hard work that got me here as mine. Come over here and give me a hug and a cheap feel for you,” she kidded him.

Tyler moved in front of her, his hands already reached out for her slim waist and drew her next to him. He inhaled the fragrance of her perfume just as her lovely breasts pushed into his chest. He could feel her hard nipples, or at least, he thought he could. He drew her near to kiss her cheek before he nibbled her neck. His hands slid down over her ass before she finally had enough and pulled away from him but not before he flexed his cock and showed her what she did to him.

Tyler was handsome for an older man, not that she didn’t like older men, but she didn’t want to lose a good agent over a tumble in the sack. Her sex life was sparse enough because of work, unless you counted sex with supernatural beings or, as the magazine called it, supernatural sex. “Sit down, Tyler, do you want anything?”

“Nothing, unless you’d like to try out the top of your desk.” He sat down in front of her desk, but his mind already conjured up the images of her naked and sprawled out on the desk as he climbed between her legs.

“The magazine loved the last article, but they’re already asking about the next one. They have an anniversary edition coming out; twenty years and they want something special from me. You mentioned that you had an idea.” Tyler was always good at coming up with the sensationalism that sold her articles. Faith wrote about sex with supernatural beings, often from the first-person perspective. It took Tyler three years before Faith convinced him that she could write and people would buy what she wrote. Ever since that day, he was behind her one-hundred-ten percent, the ten percent was his cut. They had both done well with their partnership. Tyler found her interesting places or stories for her to investigate. Faith took it from there, finding the sexual angle, playing it to the fullest until she left the readers wanting more and more. This one would have to be big, always having to top the last one, but it never worried her, Faith had confidence in herself and her abilities.

“I found it, just the place for you. It’s called Boldage House, and it’s located in upstate New York. It’s been vacant for about five years and is in disrepair, rented for many decades but not kept up over the years. I can rent it for a month, more than enough time for you to investigate it and its previous occupants.”

“Where in upstate New York?”

“About thirty miles from Lake George, out in the woods in a small town of about a hundred people. It’s quite isolated, but that’s why it’s located there.”

“The location sounds good. Tell me about the Boldage family.”

“The last descendant, Michael Boldage, lived there in the forties and fifties. Michael made his money in alcohol during prohibition but moved into distribution of food supplies for restaurants after alcohol became legal again. He did quite well. He married three times, each time to a younger woman. He died when he was fifty years old, but his wife was only twenty at the time. It was said that he met her when she was fifteen.”

“What makes it so mysterious?”

“There are lots of legends about the house and Michael. It seems he had a liking for bondage and S&M and so did his guests. On the weekends, the house was always filled with people, from as far away as the city. It was said that he could easily sway a young woman, even a virgin, to one of his parties, though by the time she left, she was no longer virginal.”

“Any scandal about it?” A scandal always sold her stories better.

“Nothing that they could pin on him. Many girls went to his mansion but some never made it back home. Some say it was because they were ashamed about what they had done at Boldage House. I already have a team gathering the newspaper clippings from that time period. I should have names and dates for you by the end of tomorrow.” The good thing about these types of stories was that they all didn’t have to be true. She’d have poetic license to enhance what had happened, making it more salacious. Faith could make it her own.

“You know me too well, Tyler. How big is the house?” The bigger it was, the spookier it tended to be.

“It is huge, forty rooms on thirty acres, nothing within five miles. They closed off most of it when he died, too big to heat and maintain, renting only the main living area and five bedrooms. The rest hasn’t been opened in sixty years. The house has a past waiting to be discovered, with rumors of lots of secret rooms. Women were taken to the rooms, each having unique bondage furniture and equipment to entertain the male guests. Some did it willingly; others were coerced by drugs or alcohol.” Tyler wished he could discover them, maybe with Faith as the unwilling guest.

Nothing sold better than bondage and S&M, except ghosts and supernatural sex. “Any trouble over the years with the former occupants?”

“There were lots of tenants, though none stayed more than a year. As soon as the lease was up, they were out of there. The police were called hundreds of times over the years, but being so far out, by the time they got there, even if there were a real trespasser, they would be miles away.”

“What kind of trouble?” Faith hoped it was sexual.

“Trespassing, breaking and entering, a few brave enough to say rape but most refused to explain what happened. Legends have it that they were attacked while they slept. Some woke up to find themselves bound and stripped naked, feeling a wetness between their legs and a soreness inside them, but none remembered how they got that way. Others were awake, but for some reason, they said they were powerless to stop their assailants. They felt like they were paralyzed, yet a few admitted that they were sexually excited at the time, their genitals engorged. They never saw their assailants but felt them, feeling something enter them. They couldn’t stop the assailants, their body touched, stroked and penetrated for hours. They were taken in every manner, many unnatural and degrading. Some even admitted shamefully that they climaxed from the repeated assaults.” Tyler got excited each time he read the research.

“That sounds like my kind of house.” Faith had a connection, a sexual connection with supernatural beings that manifested themselves in their former residence. She had this connection since she was in high school and it grew stronger each year. That is why she was so good at explaining what happened at these houses, most of the time she experienced it firsthand. “Can I get access to the whole house, even the boarded-up part?”

“I knew you would want that, so I secured it. A little more money, but they don’t care what happens to the house. One of these days when the housing market gets better again, they’ll tear it down and build tract houses for the masses. I have the usual camera equipment for you in case you find some of the rooms interesting. The pictures will be great for the article.” Tyler thought of everything; he is more than an agent.

“I like the period, forties and fifties. I can dress in period clothes, nothing sexier than garter belts and nylons.” She often found that wearing period clothes at the houses drew out the supernatural occupants as though they were back in their time. She wanted to see a picture of Michael, hoping that she might encounter him while there, maybe even in one of his special rooms. She had never been bound before, but she was willing to do anything for a story. It had been a while since she felt a man inside her, even a supernatural one.

“I thought you might.” Tyler hoped he could see her in some of the bondage furniture, willing or not.

“Send me everything tomorrow, but even if it is only half as good as you say I’m for it. I’ll call you tomorrow night after I study everything.” She knew she would take it home and masturbate as she read it, she always did. It not only turned her readers on, it turned her on, too. “Great job, Tyler. I knew I could count on you.” She got up and gave him another hug, this time lingering longer, not moving away as his hands slid over her ass cheeks and his cock throbbed against her pussy. He deserved a free feel.

Tyler had a hard time walking by the time he left; Faith let him grab her ass. Tyler took advantage of the offer to feel her buttocks and caress his cock against her pussy. He liked her gratitude, but he wanted more.





Chapter 2


The Beginning




Faith was brought up in a small town of fifty-thousand people, mainly by her father. Her mother died when Faith was twelve. She died during childbirth, the baby lost at the same time. When she was older, sixteen, she snooped in her father’s desk and found out the truth. The baby her mother was having wasn’t her father’s, though it didn’t say whose it was. Faith began to blame her father for her mother’s death. If he had treated her better, she wouldn’t have gotten pregnant by another man.

She was an attractive girl during high school, but she was a little strange or so most people thought. Her mother was a spirit medium. Faith remembered in her early childhood having to stay out of the dining room when she conducted séances. This was the bond she had with her mother, even after her death. Faith felt she had something inside her, but she was too young and inexperienced to be able to draw it out.

At seventeen, she began to rebel against her father. He had worked the night shifts for the last year, leaving at eleven P.M. and not returning until nine A.M. He left Faith home alone, trusting her, for he had no reason not to. That was his first mistake. She had discovered boys and how easy boys were to manipulate using sex. She didn’t give them sex exactly, Faith was still a virgin at seventeen; it was more withholding sex from them. It was so easy to play with them.

The first boy that she brought home was David. He wasn’t an athlete or a geek, but he was handsome and moderately popular. They started making out after school behind the gym, kissing, and then, it began to progress, his hands finding her breasts, Faith discovered the pleasure that a male touch could do to her body. She’d been masturbating since she was thirteen, but this was altogether different. She wanted more, but behind the gym wasn’t the place, and he didn’t have his own car, only getting his father’s one night on the weekend.

David’s tongue was in her mouth and his hand was on her breast, making her nipple hard and pointed. She broke the kiss when they heard a noise. “Can you get out of the house tonight, David?” She looked at him with her pleading eyes.

“Yes, but I have to be home at nine.” Am I going to get lucky tonight?

“I mean later. You’ll have to sneak out.”

“I don’t know, Faith. I would love to see you, but where are we going to go that late at night?”

“My father goes to work at eleven and works the late shift. If you come over at eleven thirty, we’ll have the house to ourselves.” She rubbed her body up against him, purring as sexy as she could. She felt his prick grow.

Did I just strike the mother lode? His mind began to plan. His parents went to bed at ten, and they slept soundly. He could sneak out by ten thirty, eleven at the latest. It was about a half-hour walk to Faith’s house, just in time. “I love you, Faith; I’ll do anything for you.” He hoped she would let him do anything to her tonight. “I’ll be there at eleven thirty. Turn off the porch light, and I will come up to the door.” They kissed one more time, his hand found her breast again; Faith didn’t push him away as he fondled her.

* * *

David waited in the bushes next door, nervous that someone would call the police, thinking he was a prowler. He felt elation when he saw the porch light go out. He hurried to the door, checking the driveway to make sure no car was in it. He was so nervous, afraid that when he rang the bell her father would answer the door. He had met him once, and he scared him to death. He pushed the button, hearing the doorbell ring so loud. It was only a second before the door opened.

“Come in quickly,” Faith backed away from the door in the darkened hallway. She could barely make David out in the hallway, but that made it more exciting. It was as though he was a stranger coming to see her. She backed into the living room, nervous as she was silhouetted against the dim light on the end table.

David couldn’t believe it when he saw her. It was still dark in the room, the one light didn’t give off too much, but there was no mistaking what she wore. She had on pink baby doll pajamas. It was so short it barely covered her crotch, all of her legs naked. Two thin straps held up the front, but it did little to cover anything. David had never seen her breasts naked; this was the closest he’d ever been to see them. The pajama was cut so low that the cleavage left so much naked breast exposed. His cock jumped. He never felt so hard.

She twirled around until the hem of the baby doll pulled away to reveal the transparent panties she wore. She felt a strange thrill at being exposed and watched. Is this what an exhibitionist feels when they do this? She didn’t hear a word out of David. Is he disappointed?

“You are so beautiful, Faith.” He finally managed to get the words out. He moved in closer, to see better, even in the dim light. The top had cups that hid her breasts through the transparent material, and except for the panties, all the rest of her body was exposed. He could even see the furry bush of her pussy through the panties. He moved in close to kiss her, his body pressed up against hers until he could feel her half-naked breasts against his chest. His hand went around her waist, the back almost open as his hand found the naked flesh of her back. He began to rub his cock against her half-naked pussy.

She pushed him away. “We don’t have to do it like that now, David. Come with me.” She led him down the hallway. She felt his eyes burn on her ass as she swayed her hips seductively, not sure where all of this sexiness came from so suddenly. It was as though she was built to seduce boys. She walked by her bedroom and opened the door of the next room. She turned on the light, the room suddenly bright as the noonday sun.

It startled him when he saw the room. It wasn’t a high school girl’s room; he could see that easily. It was a grown-up’s room, there were pictures on the wall of Faith, but also a man and his wife; it must be of her parents. Even the dresser was covered with tie tacks and cuff links for a man. Before he could say anything, he saw her, half-naked in the bright light. He looked down at her pussy, the transparent panties doing little to hide anything. He could make out her bush but also her slit, full lips split up the middle. It took a moment of looking before he could say anything, his eyes finally went back to look at her face. “Whose room is this?”

“My father’s.” She felt a sudden wetness between her legs when she said that. It was so sinful for her to be standing half-naked with a boy in her father’s bedroom.

David felt a little uncomfortable. It sounds so incestuous to be here. “Why don’t we go to your room?”

“The bed is bigger here. You want a big bed, don’t you, David?”

“Of course,” he couldn’t argue with that reasoning, especially if it meant that he was going to get into the bed with her. There was only one thing besides sleep that a man and a woman did in bed.

She crawled to the center of the bed, knowing that she was showing herself obscenely. Her baby doll didn’t cover a thing and her transparent panties revealed all of her ass to him, and she was sure that part of her pussy was exposed. She felt so shameful and excited. She lay down on the bed on her back as she looked at David. He started to take off his shirt. “No, leave it on,” she encouraged him, patting the bed beside her. “Come to me.”

His shoes were the only things to go as he scampered on the bed to slide up next to Faith. The light was still on. He was going to see her naked. His prick was ready to burst, hoping that Faith would take it out and stroke it. She turned slightly toward him as they kissed, but the kiss was short, David was too eager to uncover her body.

That was the first time that Faith let any boy touch her. David lavished such attention on her body, first her breasts then her pussy. He took off her clothes and Faith found herself naked with a boy. David may have been inexperienced, but that didn’t stop him from making her cum. She had done it before in solo masturbation in her own bed, but this was something completely different.

He felt strange, lying on her father’s bed alone after Faith left. He’d never seen a girl cum before and he was fascinated by the experience. What would happen if he came home suddenly and surprised me? How could I explain it? He could hear the water run in the bathroom. He got up and went into the living room, his cock threatened to break free unless he got some relief soon. He needed Faith to work her magic on his cock just as he did to her. It was five minutes before she walked out of the bathroom, David disappointed. She had a bathrobe on. He got up and walked over to her to inhale the smell of fresh perfume on her body.

She went into the bathroom to freshen up. When she came out she saw the look of disappointment in David’s face. “Thank you, David. You were so masterful. I never had anyone do such things to me before.”

He felt so proud of himself, but the next words dampened his enthusiasm.

“I have to clean up my father’s room and get some sleep. I don’t want you to get into trouble, so you have to go home. It’s almost one. Next week, you can come over again. I promise.” She kissed him, pressed her body up against him, and purred sexily in his ear.

David was shooed out the door before he realized it, out in the dark and cold at one in the morning. It was a long walk, his prick refused to go down, but it was his mind that replayed everything that happened and everything he saw. He was glad when he snuck back in the house and into his bed. It took only a minute of stroking his cock before he came in the Kleenex.

* * *

Faith wondered if her father could smell her cum when he got into the bed in the morning. She felt satisfaction, as she knew she got back at her father.

David came over the following week; Faith greeted him in her baby doll pajamas once again. Once he saw her and played with her body, he was putty in her hands. Never once did she ever touch his prick, only some gentle rubbing against her hip was his reward. After a few weeks, he never pushed it as he realized what he did to her was enough, at least for now. For Faith, she wanted more. After three weeks, she urged his head down between her thighs and David found a newfound talent at making her cum with his mouth. They lasted another two weeks before they broke up; Faith didn’t remember why they did or who instigated it.

It was another month before she had a new boyfriend and her weekly visits to her father’s bed. This one was just as easy to train to service her pleasure as she exposed her body until she was naked was all that was needed for him to masturbate her in the way she liked, including eating her pussy.

Over the next year, it was half-dozen boys that masturbated her in her weekly sessions, while sometimes where she’d have to pleasure herself for up to a month until she found the next boy.

Suddenly, she turned eighteen and it stopped. She was in between boys, as she lay in her father’s bed alone. It was dark in the room, just a dim light in the living room reflected in the hallway. She was about to masturbate when she heard a noise in the other room. A shiver of fear ran up her spine. She waited a moment, getting enough nerve to get up and investigate. She couldn’t stay frozen in bed in fear forever. In her bare feet, she walked to the living room. She looked around the empty room. She went from room to room. She turned on the lights and saw nothing. She finally felt better and went back to her father’s bedroom. She looked at her body in the mirror, clad in bra and panties and nothing else. Her panties were already wet; they always were on these nights in anticipation. She left the night light on to lay back down in the bed.

Her eyes shot to the hallway when she heard the noise again. It scared her, this time more than the last time. It was as though she sensed something was out there, even though she didn’t see anything. Another sound, almost like something dragged along the floor, but the hallway was empty. She felt a cold breeze blow by her body that sent her nipples into a hardened state. She looked in the hallway, sure that she saw a mist, almost like someone breathed outside on a very cold day. The coldness came closer to her. Her half-naked body began to get goose bumps all over. It felt the same way as she could sense what the boys were doing when she had her eyes closed, but she felt that way now with her eyes open.

Her body was sharp and on edge as she expected something to happen, but she didn’t know what. It didn’t scare her, but it excited her, just the way she felt when a boy saw her body for the first time. She could never get enough of that initial excitement as she stripped for them. It was embarrassing, humiliating and strangely erotic, all wrapped into one. She felt like it was one of those times, yet there was no one in the room. At least no one she could see. She felt another shiver of cold. Her arms suddenly rose until she reached the headboard. She arched her back to push her proud breasts out obscenely. Her nipples swelled. She clenched her thighs tight to feel the dampness between her legs grow. She felt a rush of pleasure race through her body, like nothing she ever felt before with boys. She stayed in that position, her back ached, and she kept her breasts arched out for long minutes as though someone watched her pose. She released the headboard but only long enough so she could reach back and unhook her bra. Her fingers trembled as she did it, her hands cold as they touched her warm back. She felt her firm, full breasts freed of the restraints of the bra. She lay back on her back, to peel the bra straps down slowly off her shoulders and down her arms as if she did a slow striptease for an unseen man. The word suddenly struck in her head. Not a boy, but a man. Why did I use that word?

She looked around the empty room, the bra still held against her chest. No one was in the room, yet she slowly took the bra off her breasts; the material scraped across her hard nipples as it slid down to reveal her young, naked breasts to the empty room. She threw the bra to the floor, her arms raised to the headboard again to grip it tightly as she felt a rush of cold air sweep across her naked breasts. She arched her back and pushed her naked breasts out into the cold breeze until her nipples felt the pain of the cold. Just like when a boy bit or pinched them too hard, they responded in the same way, the pain turned to pleasure. This time, she kept her eyes open, not like when she was with boys. Men would want to see her eyes when she stripped for them. Faith didn’t know how she knew this, she just did.

She lay there for a couple of minutes before she began to spread her legs. As soon as they were opened wide, she would shut them to clench her thighs tight until she could clench her inner pussy muscles as if she clutched a man’s prick inside her. She was still a virgin, though she had lost her hymen, yet she knew what to do to pleasure a man inside her. Her legs opened and closed as she displayed herself shamelessly. She knew what to do next. Her panties were rolled down her hips until she could slide them off. She threw them to the floor to lie flat on the bed again, her arms over her head. She was naked. Her pussy was soaked, her father’s bedspread would have a puddle on it before she was finished, but she thought nothing more of it. She drew her legs up and bent her knees until they were upright. She looked down at the foot of the bed as she slowly parted her legs and bowed them out as she felt her wet pussy lips pull apart. She raised her ass up until she could feel her anus exposed. Her crotch ached before she stopped. She felt a sudden cold rush of air, much more than before, her wet arousal that coated her pussy lips almost frozen. It made her ache, but she ached for the touch of a man on her flesh. Her ass hole began to pucker open and closed as if something touched it. She felt an itch inside her, an itch that needed to be scratched.

She saw something. She blinked her eyes shut then opened them again, but it didn’t disappear. There was a cloud at the foot of the bed. Something like the mist she saw in the hallway, but this one became denser. She should be scared out of her wits, but she wasn’t. It was as though she expected it. The room grew colder, but it didn’t bother Faith in spite of being naked and spread on her father’s bed. She stayed in the obscene position as the cloud became more pronounced. Her hands clutched the headboard tightly as she watched it begin to take shape. It suddenly came back to her, all the things her mother had taught her when she was young. It was some kind of apparition, but her mother never said that she actually saw one before. She could only sense them in the room. This one began to take shape at the foot of her bed. The only thing that Faith could think of was that she was going to greet it naked and spread obscenely as if she offered up her body to it.

It took a few more minutes before it fully took shape. It was a man; there was no doubt of that. At first, it could have been a woman, only the outline of the body from the front. It was black or so it looked, but the more she looked at it, it was opaque, yet it wasn’t. It was hard to explain, even to her own brain. It had no features, just a solid body and a silhouette. Yet, there was no denying it was a man, big and muscular, not like the boys Faith had known.

Then, she saw them appear out of nowhere on his head. Two eyes, black, deep, searching eyes that stared at her until she could feel them inside her. She felt a flush of shame on her body as she realized that a man saw her naked. Not a boy that she could control, but a man. Still, she didn’t move a muscle, her legs still spread submissively. She heard something inside her head, a voice, hard to comprehend, but it raced to her brain as if she heard it through her ears. Her hands released the headboard to run slowly over her nipples and then move down her belly and through her bush. Her fingers didn’t stop until they got to her pussy lips. It was difficult to grip the oily flesh, but she pinched hard until she could pull them open. She didn’t stop until her pussy lips ached from being spread so wide, all of her pink, wet insides exposed. The gaze from the apparition moved down between her legs, and she felt it search her slit all the way from her clit—hard, red, and throbbing—to her pussy, the dark hole beckoned for something to enter her and take her virginity. She stayed spread for the eyes to devour her virginal body, no matter how much her pussy lips ached from being spread so wide.

She felt it inside her head again, the message raced to her brain. She released her pussy lips to stare at the apparition at the foot of her bed. She rolled over onto her belly. She got on her hands and knees and looked back to see if the eyes still followed her every movement. They did. She arched her back and pushed her ass up higher, her head went down on the bed so she could stare back behind her. Her knees slowly slid along the bedspread as Faith relaxed her cheeks. When her crotch ached, she stopped and shoved her ass back and up as if she offered up her body to be taken from behind. The final act was her hands as they reached back and gripped her cheeks. She pulled them apart so far that her anus began to flower open. The cold air blew harshly between her spread legs and into her bowels. She stayed in this position for long minutes. She continued to stare back at the apparition. The eyes stared blankly at her, but then, she saw something else take shape. It shocked her, but she couldn’t take her eyes off it. Between his legs a prick formed. It got bigger and bigger, a pair of heavy balls formed beneath it. It jutted out of his body like a weapon. It was no longer a prick. This was a cock, a man’s cock, the girth massive and the length still grew. Any woman that took this inside her would feel the power of it. Faith never saw a cock that big, unable to take her eyes off it. She held herself open and his cock grew. Is it my naked body and my obscene pose that encouraged its exposure? The apparition didn’t appear and take on shape until I began to expose myself to it. Am I like my mother and have the ability to communicate with supernatural beings? Her mother never told her anything like this before, but she was a young girl at the time. Maybe her mother was afraid of scaring her away, or maybe she didn’t have the same talents, only passing them along to her daughter, unknown what powers she would possess when she got older. She had just turned eighteen, legal age. Did the apparition watch me play with boys in my father’s bed until I turned eighteen? Is he here to claim my virginity?

She turned over onto her back again and raised her arms over her head. She spread her legs for it and waited to see what would happen. Her pussy was soaked. She saw the apparition move from the foot of the bed to come over to the side. She could feel the mattress sink as the cold rush of air moved next to her. She turned her head to the side to come face to face with the massive presence of a man-sized cock so close. It moved closer to her, and then, she felt it touch her. Its cock wasn’t warm like a boy’s prick. It was hard, like steel, but cold. It was shaped like a prick, a thick head, a long shaft with veins that ran along it, but the shaft was thick. The balls that hung down looked like they weighed five pounds each. The cock touched her cheek. She clamped her mouth shut tight, afraid it would touch her lips. She let boys go down on her, but she had no intentions of taking a cock in her mouth, human or supernatural. She was sure she’d choke to death on a man’s cum. The cold cock rubbed all over her face, Faith forced to turn her face and move it up and down by the inner voice that instructed her, yet it never told her to open her mouth. She didn’t know why, but the cold cock still painted her tightly clenched lips with a thick, cold crème before she turned her head, and it rubbed the crème all over her soft, satin cheeks. Each time the cold cock touched her, it would jerk up and down before it settled back down to leave its trail of crème on her skin. It finally was satisfied and pulled away. Yet, it wasn’t done with her.

Faith got back in the doggy position, the degrading position with her legs spread wide, her ass raised up in submission, her head down on the bed as she waited. She knew she’d be mounted from behind. She felt it inside her head tell her that she would lose her virginity to it. There was nothing she could do to stop it, even if she wanted to. She never thought of losing her virginity in such a depraved position or by a supernatural being. She felt the heavy presence on the mattress move behind her. She felt the cold, dry apparition touch her, its hips between her legs to force her to spread her legs wider. The skin wasn’t soft or warm. Then, she shivered when she felt the rock-hard flesh of his cold cock between her legs. Something made it move up and down her slit, Faith unable to stop her pussy from being soaked with her juices. It moved down to her virgin hole as Faith held her breath when she felt the bottle-thick head push against her tight virgin hole. She didn’t try to move away; in fact, she did the opposite. She began to move her hips in circles and push back on the cold cock until she felt her pussy open up to the massive impalement. She felt something on her hips, not exactly hands, but the cold touch guided her hips to move in circles and then began to pull her back onto the hard, cold cock.

Her insides began to accept it; her hot, wet pussy heated up the cold cock as it stretched her. She never felt anything so big before. Her pussy finally stretched around the thick head to trap the throbbing cock inside her for the first time. Faith couldn’t believe it, but it jerked and shuddered inside her. She was being fucked by a man’s cock or, at least, a man-sized cock. She began to fuck back at it, her inner self told her what to do, her body responded as if she had done this a hundred times. It began to penetrate her deeper as it pushed in then pulled out, her insides sucked out behind it. It never fully pulled out. It yanked her pussy open wide, then her ass would push back hard and take the massive cock in her once-virgin passage. It was five minutes before she took the cold cock fully inside her, but now, she had warmed it up with her hot, wet pussy and the friction of her powerful thrusts onto the waiting cock. It never hurt her, in spite of the thickness. It was as though she was built specifically to take it.

She fucked it for almost half an hour, Faith didn’t understand how it could last that long. She clutched it with her inner muscles as it withdrew and opened up and thrust back hard when it entered her. She reamed her pussy with the cock as her body sweated in spite of the cold air that surrounded it. Her breasts swayed erotically as she fucked, her ass shoved back and forth. Then, she felt it, inside her first; the apparition’s cock began to spew it’s cum inside her. It wasn’t hot; freezing cold cum bathed her hot passage and shrunk the delicate walls until her pussy was wrapped around the cock so tight that it couldn’t move. All she could feel was it spew gallons of cold cum into her. She came profusely with it, but when she thought it was over and her body began to come down from her orgasm, the cock inside her shot again. There were more powerful jets of cum that bathed her cervix like a firehose. A second orgasm hit her and reached deep inside her, not as powerful as the first, but after an hour of continuous fucking, her body was exhausted. She whimpered in mindless pleasure and moaned as more cum filled her. It was as though it was never ending. She didn’t know where it was all going, only feeling it fill her like a balloon.

Her body suddenly collapsed on the bed. Her muscles were like jelly, unable to move. Her legs were spread wide; her pussy felt like a cock was still inside her. She felt a puddle of cum beneath her. She couldn’t move, barely able to breathe. She felt the emptiness in the room. It was gone. It had taken the pleasure of her virginal body and left her. It was twenty minutes before she could get up. She took the bedspread and threw it into the washer, having enough time to get it washed and dried before her father came home. She’d never be able to explain to anyone how she’d lost her virginity. She took a hot bath and wondered if it were possible to get pregnant from an apparition. It was too late to do anything about it. She put the bedspread in the dryer and waited for it to finish as she cleaned her father’s bedroom. That would be the last time she would use it to punish him. She no longer felt the need to do it. She was a woman now, just like her mother. She could deal with anything the world could come up with after this night.

At least she thought she could. She couldn’t know that it was just the beginning. There would be much more to contend with in the future. This was her destiny. She’d be the link to the past for some people. If she only knew the connection would always be sexual.

* * *

“Good morning, Dad.” She poured coffee in a cup on the table when her father came in.

He was pleasantly surprised when Faith had breakfast for him as he walked in the door. She’d never done that before. They had grown further apart as she grew older, unable to reach her. “Thank you,” he put his coat down and sat in the chair. He didn’t say anything to her. He relished the moment and hoped it would continue.

Faith cleaned up the dishes after her father ate. She finished when he walked in.

“How come you washed my bedspread?” He could tell immediately when he went in that it was clean. What did she do that made her clean it? Did she have a boy in the house? Did they do something on my bed?

“You’re getting old, Dad. Your sheets are clean each week, but you haven’t washed that bedspread for months. I couldn’t stand to walk by your room and see it and smell it. I think you’ll like your bed much better now.” She smiled as she walked off. That and she wouldn’t cum on it any more.

She was probably right. He was starting to notice an odor in his room, but he wasn’t sure where it was coming from. The room smelled sweet and fresh now. “Thank you,” he said, but she already walked off down the hallway.





Chapter 3


Her Career




Her father tried to get her to go to college and major in business, or at least something that she could earn a living at, but she had made up her mind last year, the night she lost her virginity. Not many girls could say that they decided on their future job when they were fucked for the first time, at least any girl that wasn’t going to become a prostitute.

“I’m going to take some college courses but at the community college, Dad.” This argument had gone on for months since she told her father that she wanted to be a spirit medium. Not exactly like her mother, for Faith knew she had more talent than her mother did. Not only could she connect with the supernatural beings, she could see them, though she never told anyone that, not even her father.

“What are you going to take, Ghosts 101?” he joked, but he was serious. This was not the way to make a living.

“Journalism, I want to write about what I do. Trust me, Dad. I’m good at this. Better than Mom.” It was the first time she mentioned her mother to him. It was almost a taboo subject between them.

He knew better than to try to convince her to change. He tried it with her mother and look how that worked out. It only drove her to another man’s arms. “Okay, but if it doesn’t work out, you’ll try something else?”

“Yes, but I know I can be good at this.” She kissed him on the cheek. “Thanks, Dad.”

* * *

Taking the journalism classes was the easy part. She found that she enjoyed them, and she was good at it. She was surprised each time she wrote a story, rereading it, not believing the words came out of her head. She began to write short stories and post them on Internet sites. She found that others liked her stories as much as she did.

Learning about the occult was easy; there were thousands of books written by unknown writers. Most of them were fakes, writing the book was all about making money, not imparting wisdom. Faith could pick out the small number of books where the author actually knew what they were talking about. She studied them. Learning firsthand to be a spirit medium proved more difficult. Like the writers, most of them were fakes.

It took years, but she gradually began to make headway. It was more her writing ability that got her noticed. It started small, gaining a reputation in the small town she lived in, but the word spread throughout the state. Before long, she was asked to speak to groups. She had a blog that was followed by thousands, finally getting her own website. It was here that Tyler found her. He followed her for almost a year before he contacted her.

Faith was impressed that Tyler came to see her. A real literary agent wanted to talk to her. She had learned that most agents talked a good game but few delivered what they promised. Tyler was different, promising little but delivering big time. It started out with small articles for magazines. Not necessarily magazines on the occult but mainstream magazines. He even taught her how to get her stories and articles noticed. He was the one that got her to make her stories sexier and more tantalizing. Sex sold, he told her so many times that she finally got it.

It was a short article in Playhouse that made her career move like a shooting star. It found just the right audience—those that believed there were spirits but would never admit it. With just the right amount of juicy sex, it became the talk of the watercooler. This is where Tyler shined. He got Playhouse magazine to give her a complete article, more followed until she was finally hired as a staff writer. Her last article had made her a household name, at least with those that read Playhouse magazine.

* * *

The box of articles arrived, and she spread the articles around that Tyler had sent her. She began to go through them, spanning over 60 years of history. Tyler was right; Boldage Manor was ripe for a story. The previous owner, Michael, had an untimely death at fifty, shot by a father that blamed him for the sexual demise of his teenage daughter. It was later found to be untrue, but it was too late for Michael or for the jailed father.

Michael left a wife, twenty years old at the time. She disappeared shortly after his death while the rage was still running high from the father’s accusations. Even when it died down, she never returned, a high-priced lawyer out of St. Louis took care of the estate in New York. They never did much with it; the notoriety attracted the usual kooks, but even they died away after a few years. It was rented out, but the rumors and legends of the strange happening of the past occupants made it increasingly hard as the years went by. It hadn’t been occupied for over four years now.

Michael was known for his decadent parties in the late forties, early nineteen fifties. He had money, as well as his friends, so he attracted women that were looking for money or at least be connected to it. He used it to his advantage, luring unsuspecting women to where alcohol and drugs flowed freely. There, the innocent women found his unquestionable love for bondage and S&M and that of his male friends. Some never returned after one night of depraved sex, others came back for more and some were never seen again. The parties never ended until his untimely death.

Faith called Tyler. He picked up on the first ring. “Hanging by the phone for my call?”

“I knew it wouldn’t take you long. This place has everything you like, and I hope you’ll find more. I’d love to hear if you find Michael or, better yet, he finds you.”

Faith knew that Tyler was conjuring up images of her naked and Michael doing depraved and degrading sexual acts with her. She almost wished the same thing. It had been years since she had a steady man in her bed, her writing and research consumed her life. The thought of a supernatural being taking her excited her as it always did; she never had the ability to say no to whatever was demanded of her. This story had so much more to it, bondage and S&M. She had often been paralyzed by an apparition but had never actually been physically incapacitated with rope or other means. This house had forty rooms that hadn’t been explored for decades, Faith was sure to find some secret rooms where Michael had taken his prey. She would find out firsthand what he did to them. “You’d be jealous of him,” she teased him.

“Of course I would be, uncovering all of the pent-up sexual demands in that lovely body of yours. What man wouldn’t?” Tyler’s cock was so damn hard at the thought of Faith, but he knew he had little chance with her. They were more business than pleasure friends, but it would almost be worth giving up the business for one night of depravity with Faith.

“Back to business, Tyler. I’ll do it; I’d be crazy if I didn’t. I’ll stay there for thirty days; make sure the main living area is cleaned before I get there. I’m not a maid. I’m sure I can get food and supplies in town.”

“It’s being cleaned as we speak. Your thirty days starts the day after tomorrow. A couple of things. The place is in a state of disrepair, so you will barely have the basics. Water is okay for bathing and cooking as long as you boil it, but you’ll need bottled water to drink. It has electricity, but it is out there in the woods, so it could be sporadic at best, but there will be lots of candles. You can explore anywhere in the house but be careful. It’s old and rotted. I don’t want you to get hurt, unless you want to.” His mind went back to the S&M.

“I can take care of myself, Tyler. You know me, self-sufficient. The lack of the necessities only makes it spookier. There is nothing like candles flickering to draw out an apparition, though I think my forties and fifties clothes might do it.” Faith got deep into the part when she did things like this, fully immersing herself into the time period and the setting.

“You in garter belt and nylons and nothing else would bring back the dead that is for sure.” Then, he remembered the last thing. “Cell phones are pretty useless out there. I am trying to get you a phone installed, but this is upstate New York in the country. It will probably be put in the day you leave. Are you going to be okay with that?”

“Most of the people that I’d want to communicate with don’t have cell phones or even speak. I’ll go into town once a week and call you so you don’t worry.”

“Thanks, I don’t want to lose my best client.”

“Or the ten percent. Good night, Tyler. I’ll talk to you next week.”

“Good luck, bring back a great story.” He hung up, wishing he was going or at least could see what happened in the background without Faith knowing. He never truly knew whether Faith really had sex with apparitions, though it always fed his vivid imagination. What would it look like?





Chapter 4


First-Time Visit




It was a four-hour drive, but the weather was good. The cold was coming, but it was late fall when the sky was clear and the weather was crisp. Most of the trees had shed their leaves. Luckily, she ate breakfast before she left, not much on Highway 4 for the last hour. Faith checked her gas gauge, more than enough. She felt better when she saw the sign. “Lake Hampton, 10 miles.” That was the closest town to Boldage Manor, if you could even call it a town. She read the brief facts–four hundred people during the summer, probably not more than one hundred during the winter. The downtown consisted of the general store, gas station, Lake Hampton Diner and Bar and, last but not least, the American Legion Hall.

Her Mustang pulled up to the pumps, surprised when she heard a bell. Before she could get out to pump her gas, a man stood next to her.

“Afternoon, Ms. Deva. How can I help you?” He looked her up and down. He knew who she was immediately, though he hadn’t expected her to be this beautiful or young. He always thought writers to be old and stodgy. This one was neither.

She was taken back for a moment when she heard her name, but this was a small town, a very small town. Everyone knew everyone’s business. A writer renting Boldage Manor was big news, probably the biggest this decade. “Faith.”

“Excuse me?”

“My first name is Faith. Fill it up.”

“Sorry, thought you were asking my religion. Nice car.” He began to put gas in the red Mustang. “Bill’s my name if you need anything. Open until six each night, closed on Sunday, so make sure your tank is always filled.”

Faith got out of the car and looked around, the town consisting of the four corners. The gas station was on one side, the general store on the same side of the main street. The diner and bar across the street with the American Legion Hall on the opposite corner, not bigger than a small storage unit. The flagpole that flew the American flag was almost bigger than the building.

“Forty even, Faith.” She put two twenties in his hand. He liked cash, not having to pay the credit card companies. “Thank you. Enjoy your stay.” He thought it was a waste of time for her; the Boldage Manor was just an old relic now. The legends were the only thing that kept it alive.

“You lived here long, Bill?”

“Going on twenty years. I like fishing, so this is my retirement. I wasn’t around in the fifties.” He knew what she was going to ask next.

“Too bad. Is the food at the diner good?”

“Mabel’s a great cook. Good bartender, too.” He stared at her long legs as she got into the Mustang. There is nothing like that around here. Hope she drives a lot and needs gas often. This was the first time that his cock had been hard in a while, a long while.

She pulled into the diner first; her stomach had started to groan. She would hit the general store next to stock up on food. She got out of the car; Bill still stared across the street at her. Horny old man, she thought as she laughed to herself. There would be lots of them around here like that. She walked into the diner, the smell of food wafted out the door. If the smell was any indication, the food was good. There were three tables and four booths besides the bar at the other end. The bar had ten stools with eight booths scattered around five tables. You could see where they made the money here. It was only lunchtime, but there were five men at the bar nursing beers or drinks. All eyes were on her; Faith almost felt self-conscious as she walked in. She wore a short skirt, swaying her hips exaggeratedly to give them a thrill. None of their eyes moved off her ass until she sat down at the counter. The waitress came over.

“What’s good, Mabel? I’m starving.” She had to be Mabel; the place couldn’t afford two waitresses. She was middle-aged, so she probably owned it.

Mabel smiled, liking a girl that was smart. She had been getting gas. Bill probably gave her my name. “You want to protect that sexy ass, Faith, or you want to fatten it up.”

“They’d be disappointed if my ass got fat,” Faith pointed her head toward the men that still stared at her.

“They have wives. You’re for looking. I have a great Caesar salad with chicken. I just cooked the chicken, so it should still be warm and moist.”

“That sounds great and a diet Coke with it.”

“I’ll be back in a minute.” She brought the drink back and set it down. Faith already looked through the newspaper she brought in.

It took only a couple of minutes before the salad was in front of her. Just as Mabel said, the chicken was still warm. It had just the right amount of dressing, though Faith forgot to tell her to forget the croutons, Faith didn’t need the calories for something that was tasteless. “Thanks,” but Mabel was already off. It must be the lunch crowd; three customers were at the counter now. Mabel didn’t bother her but refilled her drink without asking. Faith gobbled the salad down, hungrier than she thought. She saw the men out of the corner of her eyes still staring at her. Not much goes on in this town.

The bill was in front of her when she put the newspaper away and Faith left a twenty-percent tip. “Thanks, Mabel. It was great.”

Mabel smiled when she saw the tip. “Thanks; stop in again. You have a way of perking up business.” She nodded to the bar, seven men nursed drinks, all of them stared at Faith. “Dinner specials start at four every day if you get too lonely out there. Sunday we’re closed.”

“I’ll be back.” She swayed her ass one last time when she walked out the door. Deep down, Faith always thought she was a bit of an exhibitionist, though at other times, she didn’t know if she had enough nerve. She got into the car and drove to the other corner, stopping in front of the general store. It wasn’t much bigger than a 7-Eleven store. She hoped that it was well stocked. She opened the wooden door; the bell over the door rang. Sure enough, the man behind the counter came into sight, an apron around his waist. Faith looked around, a high school boy stocked the shelves, but he’d stopped the minute she walked in the door.

“Afternoon, Faith. What can I help you with?” James had seen her pull into the gas station almost an hour ago, knowing his turn would be soon. “I’m James, that’s my delivery and stock boy, Jesse.”

Faith looked around and noticed that at least she wouldn’t be denied good food. She loved to cook and the store had a good selection of the basics. It had fresh meat and a delicatessen, Faith wouldn’t be deprived of red meat. She was surprised at the selection of fresh vegetables and fruit, though it looked to be local and what was in season. There were no vegetables imported from South America. She took a small basket, just to pick up the things she would need for today. “Do you deliver?”

“Anything you want. If I don’t have it in stock, I can get it in a day. Jesse will drop it off at the Boldage Manor for you. No extra charge.” He handed her a pad and pencil. “Write down what you want.”

Faith was in a hurry to get to Boldage Manor before it got dark. She remembered the warning about the electricity and wanted to explore the main living area before the sun went down. James was helpful, just like the rest of the people that she met, and Jesse was like the other men, his gaze never strayed far from her legs or ass. This must be one horny town, Faith laughed to herself. If she thought her sex life was bad, theirs must be nonexistent.

James got her a couple of steaks and some sandwich meat. She had bread, milk and coffee in the basket along with some veggies. He rang it up.

“Can you drop these off tomorrow?”

James scanned the list. It would be a nice sale, nothing but the best for her. “No problem. Jesse will drop them off around two. You might want to get a case of water. I wouldn’t drink the water from the tap out there. The well hasn’t been used in years. It should be okay for bathing and cooking, but it would probably taste pretty bad for a city person.”

“Yes, I forgot that. Thanks.” She handed him her credit card. “Charge everything to this. I’ll try to call in an order from my cell phone if I can get reception, otherwise, I’ll drop off a list.”

“No problem. With the cell phone, just find a high point. It just has to find the cell tower.” There was only one cell tower, so she’d have to line up with it. Jesse had already bagged her groceries.

She grabbed the bag. “Thanks, James.” She turned to Jesse. “See you tomorrow.” She gave him a big smile and a sway of her ass when she went out the door. It’s going to be difficult to keep all these men happy. Her hips were going to be worn out by the time the month was up. She put the bag on the passenger seat, and she felt Jesse look out the window at her. She was thankful that she got all the socializing out of the way. The good thing about supernatural spirits is they never say anything or at least nothing aloud.

It might have only been five miles to the house, but it was twenty minutes of driving. It was a winding two-lane road with curves every one hundred feet. Faith didn’t see anything but trees, trees and more trees, the woods so dense that you could only see darkness inside. Boldage Manor suddenly appeared out of nowhere. She had to slam on the brakes, the gate covered by thick vines that had been there for years. She pulled the car over to the side of the road and got out. The black gate was covered with rust, partially open like a yawning mouth. The fence stood over ten feet, the posts sharpened to points like the end of a spear. She had to push hard before the gate finally gave way and it creaked when the hinges finally moved once again. The cleaning crew had opened it, but it did nothing to make the aged gate open easier.

She got back into the car and maneuvered it carefully through the gate, the tires bumped on the uneven pavement. It took a minute before she saw the house as the dense underbrush hid it. It was everything she expected and more, gloomy and mysterious. It once stood majestically on manicured lawns, but now, it was a solitary house that sat in an unkempt, neglected lawn. It was huge, three stories in parts of it, two in others. You could tell that it was uninhabited for a long time, the wood was decayed, and the paint chipped off. Broken windows abounded throughout the house. It even smelled badly, the trees lay broken and decayed on the ground, the once-proud pond now a murky green cesspool. Faith only hoped that the inside was better since the cleaning crew had come. She parked her car, leaving her belongings to see if the house was livable first before she unloaded her personal things.

She walked up to the massive twin doors, standing over ten feet high. The cleaning crew had tried to make them presentable, but the brass fixtures had been tarnished for too many years, the wood split with age. Out of place was the new brass lock. She put her key into it, and it slid effortlessly as she turned it. The door held for a moment then opened. The sunlight shone into the dark hallway. She was thankful that some wild animal didn’t come running out.

She walked in, leaving the door open until she could find the light switch. She found it on the wall; she clicked it on, and the large foyer was lit up by a crystal chandelier, broken strings of crystals hung down. There was a massive staircase in the center that rose up to a landing and then split off in opposite directions to meet the second floor above it. It must have been grand in its day, but now, the banister was split with rails missing like broken teeth. The tile floor was cracked, the grout dirty and broken. She would investigate the upstairs later, but she walked to the parlor first. It was huge, fit to entertain forty or more people in comfort and style. The furniture was still there, expensive and tasteful many decades ago, now the fabric was decayed and smelled, the wood finish dull from years of neglect. She looked at the walls, the wallpaper peeled and faded. It was as clean as it could be, but nothing could kill the dank and musky smell of years of neglect. Faith hoped she’d grow accustomed to the smell quickly.

At least there were lots of windows, but they were covered with thick drapes that hung from the ceiling to the floor. She would see if they would open tomorrow, but for now, the sun was ready to set. The floors creaked as she walked through the butler’s pantry to the kitchen. The kitchen was big so that it could feed the large number of guests, but the cabinets, sink, countertops and appliance were antique, all except for the gleaming new stainless steel refrigerator in the corner. She would thank Tyler for that. At least the food wouldn’t spoil as long as the electricity stayed on.

They had done a good job cleaning it up, as best as they could. The stairs groaned under her weight as she went up them to the second floor. She went into the bedroom off the staircase, picking correctly that it was the master suite. It was huge, bigger than her condo. A large four-poster bed took up one side of the room, clean linen on it looked out of place, but Faith was grateful. The furniture was antique, but they’d seen better days, the finish marred by too many drinks, and cigarettes etched permanently in the wood. The bathroom was adequate; a claw-foot tub on one side, a large double window overlooked it. It seemed out of place, unless, of course, the owner was an exhibitionist. At least it looked out over the side yard, not the front of the house. It had some privacy. The bathroom was spotless, the cleaning crew spent considerable time to make it sanitary.

Faith went back to her car and began to carry her things into the house. She had four suitcases, two garment bags and the small amount of groceries that she had bought. She put the food in the fridge first and couldn’t help but notice that there were six bottles of wine already cooled. Thank you again, Tyler, Faith thought to herself.

It took three hours for her to put her belongings away, taking her time since she’d be here for thirty days. It was already dark outside when she went back downstairs. The house was unusually quiet except for her footsteps that echoed off the high ceilings from the creak of the wood as she walked. She made herself a sandwich, grabbed a bottle of wine and a glass and went into the living room. She sat in a large chair, putting her feet up on the ottoman. She sipped the glass of wine as she nibbled at the sandwich. She looked at the oil paintings that graced the living room and she instantly found a portrait of Michael, recognizing him from the picture that she had. Next to him in one portrait was his last wife, a beautiful young girl with an infectious smile.

Michael was handsome. No wonder he had such luck with women, good looks and money was an evil combination. Faith hoped she’d run into him. It had been a long time since a virile supernatural being had possessed her. She walked around the living room for an hour, picking up everything, inspecting it, imagining what it must have been like when Michael lived here. Faith could almost hear the laughter and the music playing loudly, the smell of food and smoke. She wondered what she would hear in the other rooms, the special rooms. Would it be the cries of the victims as Michael and his friends had their way with them?

Faith cleaned up her dishes and turned off the lights downstairs. The bedroom light upstairs were the only illumination. She walked up the stairs to enter the master bedroom. She thought she saw something out of the corner of her eye, but when she turned her head, it was gone, if it were ever there to begin with. Is my imagination taking over? When she walked into the bedroom, cool, moist air brushed across her neck, making the hair on her arms stand up on end. It is colder up here? She looked around the empty and silent room. Her imagination started to get the best of her. It had been a long day, wanting to get into bed early tonight so she could begin her investigation tomorrow. Tomorrow was Thursday. Friday, she intended to dress up for Michael, just as if he was having one of his weekend parties, but she was going to be the guest. She hoped she’d please him.

She changed into her nightgown and slid into bed. She paused for one last look before she turned the light out. The room plunged into complete darkness. She forgot how dark it was out here in the woods with no lights for miles. At least the bed was comfortable; Michael knew how to take care of her.

It was no longer quiet in the house, as if it came to life as soon as the lights were turned off. Faith could hear tree branches scrape against the house as the wind picked up. It whistled through the broken windows and an occasional shutter banged against the side of the house. The house creaked and bumped from old age. Faith closed her eyes, and her hand slid down under the blanket until it rested against her pussy. She didn’t masturbate but wanted to tease herself; Faith found that the connection that she had with supernatural beings were greater when she was aroused. It was as though the apparition took advantage of her when she was sexually stimulated. It didn’t take long for her to fall asleep.

It was the sun coming in the slit of the drapes that awoke her. She looked at her watch on the nightstand, ten o’clock. She looked at the alarm clock she had set. It said one o’clock. She switched on the lamp, nothing happened. The electricity must have gone off during the night. Damn, she hated when that happened, part of the morning already gone. She’d pick up a wind-up alarm clock when she went into town. She got out of bed and went into the bathroom. She rushed to get ready. She put on jeans and a flannel shirt; sure that wherever she went today, it would be dirty and cold.

She had breakfast and two cups of coffee before she was fully awake. She pushed back some of the heavy drapes in the living room and the dust blew in the rays of sun as they opened. She looked out at the emptiness, nothing but nature looked back at her.

She quickly checked out the other bedrooms that were part of the main house, reserving a more thorough search for after the delivery boy brought the groceries. He’d be here shortly.

Jessie stopped his pickup when he saw the man wave him over in the street. He was a quarter mile from Boldage Manor. He pulled his truck to the side; the man came over to him before he could get out. “You got a car problem?” He looked back at the man’s black Cadillac pulled over to the side. It was old but in good condition, a classic, Jesse not even sure what year it was.

“No, but I do have a problem you could solve for me.” His voice was deep.

“What can I do for you?” Jessie had never seen him around before.

“Your Robert’s brother, aren’t you?”

Robert was his older brother, ten years older. “You know Robert?”

“Yes, he did me some favors about five or six years back. I talked to him yesterday, and he told me you worked at the general store, just like he did as a delivery boy. Glad he is doing so well.”

It was as though they were old friends. “What sort of favors?”

“Are you making a delivery to the old Boldage Manor?”

“Yes, how did you know?” The man was curious.

“If you deliver the case of water I have in my back seat with your delivery, I’ll give you a hundred dollars.”

“I already got the water.” Then, it came back to him. Robert had told him about this man that paid him to deliver things to the house, things that the people that lived there didn’t ask for. He told him he did it a dozen times, usually on the weekends and had made over a thousand dollars. He never knew why or asked why. He just did as he was told and kept the money. He needed it at the time, just like Jessie. There wasn’t much work around here, Jessie was lucky to have the delivery-boy job even though he had graduated from high school.

“My water is better.” He didn’t explain.

“I don’t want to get into trouble,” Jessie nervous. What was in the water? He had seen the lovely woman that was staying there. Did this man want to do something to her?

“You won’t get into trouble, Jessie. Just like your brother never got into trouble.

“I don’t know if it’s worth it.” He should just make his delivery and that’s it.

“How about a little bonus for you, Jessie? You’ve seen the woman that is staying there. Great looking but I’m sure you noticed that hot, little body on her.” What teenage boy didn’t get hard seeing her?

“Yeah, she is great looking. We don’t get sophisticated women like that around here.” He couldn’t deny that he got hard when he saw her and masturbated at home that night, the image of her naked in his head when he came.

“I happen to know that she’ll take a bath tonight as soon as it gets dark. She’s going to pull down the blinds in the bathroom next to the tub, but it will break. She’ll have no choice but to undress and take a bath with the blinds up and the lights on. Now, if you had crept up on the roof before it got dark, you’d get a nice view. She’d undress just for you, and you never can tell what else she might do. She’s single; maybe she likes to masturbate in the tub.” He could see Jessie’s eyes grow big at the thought of being a voyeur. The act of spying on a naked woman was as sexually stimulating as the view.

“You sure it won’t hurt her?” He’d get out of work early so he could be up on the roof. He could check out the access to the roof when he made the delivery. He felt his cock grow hard. It was strange, how did the man know the blinds would break?

“She’s too beautiful. What man would want to hurt her?”

“Okay,” Jessie consented. A hundred dollars. He would go to Lake George on Saturday and have some fun.

He went back to his car and brought back the case of water, the same brand that Jessie had. He put it in the back of the truck, taking the other case out. “Here you go. If you give me a call next time she orders groceries, there’s another hundred in it for you.” He handed his number to him, the cell phone number scratched on a scrap of paper. In his hand was the crisp, new hundred-dollar bill.

Jessie grabbed it quickly before he changed his mind. He put the telephone number in his wallet next to his condom. “What’s your name?”

“John, John Smith. Enjoy the show tonight, Jessie.” He walked back to the car and threw the water in the back seat. He turned the car around and headed off in the opposite direction. His plan was now in action. The water was laced with a special drug, a combination aphrodisiac and relaxant. It wasn’t too powerful, just enough to keep her sexually on edge and willing to indulge in any of her fantasies.

Jessie couldn’t lose his erection, no matter how much he tried to put her out of his mind. He pulled his truck into the driveway and the tires bounced along the ruts. He pulled in front, next to her Mustang. I wish I could afford that? He grabbed one of the boxes and went to the door. He pushed the button for the bell but didn’t hear anything. He pushed again and then knocked loudly on the wooden door. It took a moment before he heard footsteps.

His erection was back the minute he saw her. She had a flannel shirt that hid her breasts, but the top two buttons were open to tease him with her naked flesh. “Delivery.”

“Jessie, isn’t it?”

“Yes’m.”

“Bring them in; I’ll show you the way. Call me Faith. You’re going to be delivering more times in the next month.” She could feel him follow her, but she felt his eyes more. He stared at her ass, just like every other red-blooded man in this town. Doesn’t anyone get laid here? I hope my luck will be better than theirs.

His cock grew harder and longer as he stared at her ass. The tight jeans covered her buttocks like a second skin, and Jessie’s imagination took over. He couldn’t wait to see her naked tonight. It would be as if she undressed just for him.

“Put it on the counter. I’ll put them away while you get the rest.”

It took four trips to bring in the three boxes of groceries and the case of water. It was as though he prolonged it as long as possible. When he made the last trip, she asked him. “Want something to drink? I don’t have anything but the water you brought.”

Jessie took one look at the case of water. “No thanks, Faith. I have to get going.” He wouldn’t dare drink the water, no matter what the stranger had told him.

She handed him a ten-dollar tip. “Thanks again, Jessie. See you next week.” He took one look at her before he left. He checked the roof and access to it before he got back into his truck.

* * *

It was getting dark by five, so Jessie had to hurry. “I have to leave early tonight.” He offered no explanation to James.

“Be in early tomorrow. I need the shelves stocked for the weekend.” It was slow today, and Jessie seemed distracted all afternoon. It must have been seeing that good-looking woman today. It was rare in this part of the state except during the summer where they got the overflow of Lake George tourists.

Jessie left a message for his mother that he would miss dinner tonight. He didn’t want to interrupt an interesting night. He stopped his truck on the side of the road and pulled way off the pavement. The sun had just gone down, and it started to get dark. He’d checked out the house after he dropped off the groceries. The bathroom was in the back of the house on the second story. There was a large dormer, a wide expanse of roof next to it. The shingles still looked like they were in good condition; he hoped the wood beneath them wasn’t rotted. He would hate to have to explain how he fell through the roof. There were lights on in the living room as he went around to the back of the house. He managed to find the trellis at the corner of the house. He was lucky that this one was made of metal, rusted but it was still solid. He pulled on the first couple of rungs just to make sure. They held. He began to climb slowly up the trellis, one rung at a time. He held his breath and hoped that each one would hold him. He was relieved when he got to the top, but now, he had to contend with the roof. The first step was the hardest as he tried not to put all his weight down until he knew it would support him. He climbed carefully on the roof and over to the window. He hoped it was the right one, the blind was closed now. The stranger had better be correct. He sat down and pulled his coat around him as it started to get colder now that the sun was gone.

The cleaning crew didn’t clean the other rooms as well as the master suite, figuring she could only sleep in one of them. The house must have been grand in its day, but now, it was ramshackle. It would take a lot to make it livable, but nothing could bring back the olden days. It started to get dark as Faith went downstairs. She began to close the drapes, but by the time she was done, she was covered with a thin layer of dust and cobwebs. She wasn’t that hungry, so she decided to take a bath to get rid of the filth. It would feel good; Faith began to smell rank like the house.

She walked up the creaky stairways as she held onto the banister but unsure that was even safe. The tiles beneath her feet moved as she shifted her weight. Each time she climbed to the top of the stairs, she was thankful that she made it. Faith hoped that once she started exploring the house, she could find another way to the second floor.

Her closet was neat and orderly, all of her clothes hung up, especially the period clothes she had brought. She shopped many Internet sites to find what she was looking for and hoped that Michael would approve of them. The dresser held her underwear, along with the garter belts and the dozen pairs of nylons. They were hard to find and expensive, but they’d be worth it. Not only did they look sexy, they made her feel sexy. She took out the white chemise, sexy but not revealing. She’d save the baby doll pajamas for a special night when she wanted to be real naughty, just like she was when she was seventeen and had boys in her father’s bed.

She turned on the light as she walked into the bathroom. The blinds were down but not all the way. She turned on the water but let it run down the drain for a minute until it became clear, the pipes were rusted. She put the plug in and the water started to rise. She turned it on hotter until a faint cloud of steam began to rise up. She reached over the bathtub and pulled the blinds down. It hesitated for a second, and then, it released, Faith stopped when it hit the windowsill. The top of the bathtub was the same height as the window sill. She turned to the sink to wash her face while the water filled up with the fragrant smell of violets from the bath soaps she’d put in the water.

“EEEEEHH!” She screamed out. She turned around suddenly, scared by the loud noise. Her body shook in fear until she saw the window shade moving at the top of the window. It had suddenly released to shoot up to the top with a loud boom. She wiped the soap from her face and returned to the tub. She turned off the water, the tub filled with a layer of soap bubbles that covered the top. She reached over to pull the shade down. She yanked it hard. The end of it was suddenly in her hand, ripped apart from the rest of it. It fell into the tub. Faith reached down and pulled the dirty shade out of the water. She looked at the rest of it, only about two inches hung down from the top. It had rotted over the years from the moisture in the bathroom. She looked out the window, unable to see anything. She wiped the steam from the window until she pressed her face close against the glass so she could see out. It was pitch black, not a light seen anywhere. She couldn’t believe the night was this dark, not like the city. About the only thing that would see her would be an occasional owl, and she was okay with that. Nothing would help the shade now, so she was resigned to taking a bath with the shade up. A little exhibitionism for the owls wasn’t a bad trade off, though she doubted she’d grow aroused at such exhibitionism.

The window stayed dark, Jessie wondered if the stranger had lied to him to get him to do his favor. He jumped when he heard the noise, a muffled sound behind the window, then the bright light shone out into the night. He moved closer but pulled back when he saw a hand clean the window from the inside, and then, the beautiful woman’s face was pressed up against the glass. She peered out. Her face disappeared, Jessie able to see clearly inside. She looked up at the broken blind. How had the stranger known this would happen? Jessie grew excited as she walked away from the window and went to the sink. He couldn’t believe how bright and clear it was in the bathroom. She was going about getting ready as though no one watched. He rubbed his growing erection as he stared at her. If she only knew that he was a couple of feet from her window.

She went back to finish washing her face and stood back from the mirror. She turned and looked at her reflection in the window. There was nothing to worry about; it was pitch black out there. She grabbed a towel from the cabinet and laid it on the edge of the sink where she could reach it.

She began to unbutton her flannel shirt; the buttons popped open with ease. She slid if off her shoulders and down her arms, and she threw it into the hamper. She stood up straight; her firm breasts ached to be released from the confines of the bra. She rather enjoyed when they were free. Tomorrow, she would only wear a chemise, no bra. She could already feel her nipples grow excited; the thought of what she’d do aroused her. She reached behind her back to unsnap the bra. She held it against her breasts as she slowly slid the straps off her shoulders. She didn’t understand why she undressed so slowly, almost as if she stripped for a man. Am I wishing that Michael was around and interested? She knew that he was key to the success of her article. She needed him to appear to her. Appear and much more. She wanted to see if he was as good as his reputation. The bra slid off her breasts, Faith let the fragile garment entice her nipples as it slid over them. They tingled all the way between her legs. She stood there to face the window, naked to the waist. She could feel unseen eyes burn on her naked flesh, causing a faint blush to come her skin.

He’d never seen a grown woman naked, not like this. He couldn’t believe it, but it was as though she posed for him, her full breasts naked. He never saw anything as erotic and beautiful. Her breasts were big and firm, the areolas a deep brown, nipples pointed and hardened as if he’d aroused her. He could almost feel them in his fingers as he tightened on them to feel the blood pound to the tips. He wet his lips, wanting so bad to suck one of them, draw it deep into his mouth and show her how excited he could make her. He stroked his cock through his pants. Unable to contain his lust, he slid his zipper down almost silently. He reached in and took out his cock, not even the cold night air could make his erection go away.

Her hand went to the waistband of her jeans, the snap opened, and the zipper slid down to break the silence in the room. Her white panties were revealed. Their low cut left a wide expanse of her abdomen bare. She had trimmed her bush before she came. She preferred a small patch of hair to being completely shorn. She hoped the spirits would appreciate her efforts. In their time, it wasn’t common for a woman to shave her mound completely bald. She had to shimmy her hips from side to side to peel her panties off her body, and she felt sexy as she did it. Her breasts hung down and gently swayed from side to side as she pulled the jeans off her feet. She folded them neatly. She felt dampness between her legs. Why am I getting excited?

She had full hips, but Jessie’s eyes were drawn to the fragile, white panties that did more to entice than cover her body. They were cut low, so low that he could almost make out a few strands of brown pubic hair stick out the top of the waistband. They were pulled tight across her mound, able to make out the prominent lips of her pussy. Jessie stroked his naked cock faster as he imagined what she would look like once she stripped naked for him.

Her hand slid over her belly and touched her mound. She pressed her fingers harder until her panties were pushed between the lips of her pussy. She spread her legs wider as her fingers ran up and down her slit and felt the wetness that her fingers produced. Why am I so aroused? Is it the expectation, or is it the house? Her hand slipped into her panties and found her wet opening; one finger rode up and down her oily slit. She couldn’t stop her hips from beginning to move as she rode her fingers. Stop! She tried to take a bath and masturbated instead. Her fingers pulled out of her panties but grabbed the waistband. She quickly stripped them from her body to kick them over into the corner. Her body felt flushed as she stared out into the blackness of the night and she felt as though someone watched her. She looked down; her hands coyly covered her mound as if someone did stare. She moved her hands away to reveal her pussy. She spread her legs wider as if she knew that no one watched or maybe she hoped someone did.

He was so close to the window, almost afraid he would fall off the roof. He could see her pussy so clearly. Her bush was brown, but it looked so fine, neatly cut as if her bush pointed for anyone to look lower. He could make out her slit so graphically, full, puffy lips. She spread her legs. He wished she’d run her fingers through her slit so he could see her insides. He saw her leg go up over the edge of the bathtub and caught a brief glimpse of pink flesh before she stepped into the tub. In seconds, her naked body was gone, only her head peeked out. Jessie continued to rub his cock as he watched her.

The hot water felt good as her naked body sank below the surface. She lay back and closed her eyes to enjoy the feelings that raced through her body. It was five minutes before she got enough energy to wash herself, but she surprised herself when she stood up in the tub. She faced the window, naked. She grabbed a washcloth and the soap and began to wash her body, starting with her breasts. She loved the tingle in her nipples when the washcloth raced over them and felt them pucker up and turn hard. She washed both of them until her nipples ached. She moved the washcloth down her belly. She put one foot up on the edge of the tub and pushed out her leg until her pussy opened up. She felt this devilish tingle between her legs as she exposed herself. Is this what it will be like for Michael? She couldn’t see him outside, but she hoped that he watched her. Her soapy fingers peeled back her pussy lips to glide up and down her slit. Her fingertip came to her clit to rub it gently back and forth, her legs spread open wider as the pleasure raced through her body.

It surprised Jessie when she got up. All of a sudden, her naked body was revealed to him again in all of its splendor. In a second, she began to wash her naked body as if she did if for his pleasure. She rubbed her breasts and nipples, as Jessie wanted to do, until her nipples were like hard pebbles and begged to be squeezed hard. This time, she opened up her pussy to him when she put her leg high up the edge of the bathtub. Her full pussy lips split open so Jessie could gaze in awe at her pink insides. He’d never seen a woman’s pussy so up close and personal. Then, she began to masturbate. Her eyes were half closed as she looked out the window, but her fingers moved up and down her slit. He saw more; her lips pushed back with her fingers as they moved up and down until he saw it. It was her clit, her pleasure button. Her fingers sought it out until it began to swell up. It was like a tiny cock, the more she stroked it, the bigger it got. Jessie wished he were between her legs. He would love to lick her pussy and taste her juices. She’d learn of the pleasure that he could give her. When her clit was huge, her fingers moved down, lower this time. Then, her middle finger disappeared to slip between her lips and go inside her.

It felt so good when her finger slipped inside her pussy. She was so wet, and it wasn’t the water that did it. She stood in the window obscenely and masturbated outrageously, and it excited her, even though no one watched. Her imagination had taken over and nothing could stop her now. She wouldn’t stop until she had cum. Her other hand reached up to her clit to rub it as a second finger joined the first inside her. Her fingers moved faster, more urgent as the orgasm built in her body. She had this pent-up lust that needed to be released.

Jessie wouldn’t last much longer, his cock so hard, his balls ached to dump his cum. She went at it now, two fingers slid in and out of her pussy while she caressed her clit. She would cum, and he’d see her climax firsthand and up close. It was almost as if he did it to her. He’d make her cum just as he did as Jessie tried to synchronize their orgasms.

She stood there brazenly exposed and masturbated like a schoolgirl, but she didn’t care. The climax came suddenly; her pussy gripped her fingers as she exploded. She pinched her clit to send her off, her body shook as the pleasure raced through every pore in her body. She came for an unseen lover and hoped that he came with her.

Even though he had never seen a girl cum from solo masturbation, he knew exactly when she came. He stroked his cock; his fingers tightly ran over the head until he felt the cum shoot up his cock from his balls. The hot cum gave off steam as it shot through the cold air. Jet after jet landed on the roof. Jessie stroked as fast as he could to keep up with her cumming. It was as though they were one; both of them came and finished at the same time. He could hardly breathe as he put his cock back into his pants. He didn’t move, afraid of giving his position away with any noise. He sat back and watched her.

She felt so good as she slipped back into the bath water. She finished washing up, but she still felt something when she rubbed her pussy with the washcloth. Even though she had cum, she still felt aroused, as if she couldn’t satisfy herself. Do I need Michael’s cock to satisfy my lust? She finished up and put the chemise on, her nipples still pointed and pushed out the front. She emptied the tub and turned out the light. Goodnight. She thanked her voyeur for her pleasure. She finished the bottle of water that she had on her nightstand. She slipped into bed as she turned out the light to the night sounds that raced through the house at night. It was as though they wanted her to know that they were there and they watched her. Did they get a good view of me cumming?





Chapter 5


Stripping for Them




Faith woke up early, not because she couldn’t sleep but because she was horny. Her hand was between her legs when her eyes opened, but her mind was filled with such thoughts. It was as though last night’s masturbation only inflamed her desires, not satisfied them. The sun started to come up; Faith got out of bed reluctantly, though she thought long and hard about staying long enough to cum first.

The house was still quiet as she dressed and went to the kitchen. Coffee was the most important thing; the coffeemaker quickly made it. She sat at the table and sipped her first cup, finally able to wake up fully. She would explore the outside as well as the inside of the house today. Tomorrow, she would begin to look for the secret rooms she hoped she’d find. But, tonight she’d try to lure out Michael and his friends. It was her second cup of coffee when her cell phone rang noisily, scaring her for a moment. She didn’t have a single bar on it since she was there, yet it rang now.

“Hello.”

There was a little static, and then, his voice broke through. “Good morning, Faith. I’m not waking you, am I?”

She recognized Tyler’s voice instantly. “How did you make my cell phone work?”

“Magic, Faith, black magic.” He loved the sound of her voice.

“It hasn’t done a thing since I got here. If we get disconnected, you’ll know why.”

“So, how is it going? Anything juicy yet?” He wanted to hear the salacious details, the sexier the better.

“The only thing juicy is me. I’ve been hornier than hell since I got here.” She could only imagine what Tyler thought when she said it. She loved to tease him sexually.

“Maybe I should come out and give you a hand.” Tyler would love to catch her in the mood.

“Use your hand on yourself. I have some supernatural beings that I need to seduce. I want to make sure they can smell my arousal.” She took a sip of the bottle of water. Suddenly, the phone was dead. She looked at it, no bars showed. It was just a fluke that it had worked. She hated to leave Tyler that way, but he would understand. She’d go into town in a few days to order groceries, and she would call him once she got reception again.

“Hello! Hello!” He yelled in the phone before he hung up. Tyler had lost her. At least she sounded okay, and he hoped the next time he talked to her; she would have something juicy to tell him.

Tonight, she would try to lure out Michael or one of his guests, not sure who occupied the house. As far as Faith was concerned, it might be one of the missing girls that had spent a night at one of his parties or in his special rooms. It could be either the aggressor or the victim, but Faith hoped it would be Michael. She opened the door to the back porch, and the sun shone in brightly. She stepped carefully out onto the porch, never sure how rotted the wood might be. She walked down the steps to the backyard or what was once the backyard. Over the years, the forest had encroached on it, the trees grew tall and unkempt, and the vines ran around the trunks like ropes.

Faith began to walk into the woods, checking the location of the sun so she could find her way back. She might be a city girl now, but there was still a lot of small town in her. The trees grew denser. It grew darker, in spite of the leaves that already fell from the trees. Her feet crunched on the drying leaves, the slight breeze rustled along the forest floor of pinecones and leaves. It took her a minute to notice it, or in this case, the lack of it. There were no birds chirping or animals rustling in the bushes; the forest was quiet as a tomb. She remembered the smell of pine trees and the sweet smell of grass when she grew up, but here, there was only the smell of decayed wood, the rotted flesh of dead animals, and the stench of stagnant water.

She suddenly came to a clearing free of the tall trees that blocked out the sun, yet it was smothered in shade. There was a wrought iron fence around it, but it was rusted and bent, and the gate hung from one hinge as if to keep out intruders. Inside were neatly lined up, but in disrepair, crooked headstones that rose up from the unsettled ground, the stones discolored from years of neglect. Weeds and debris littered the once-manicured lawn. There must be at least a dozen headstones. It was a graveyard. Next to it was a small church, but first, Faith walked through the rusted gate to the first headstone. She ran her fingers across the chalky dust on the headstone until she could read the name. Aaron Boldage. This must be the family burial site. Next to it was another headstone, not as big and the stone was covered with moss. She wiped it off until she could read the first name, Abigail, beloved wife of Aaron. Aaron must have been the patriarch, having the largest stone and the others surrounded him in respect. She looked but couldn’t find Michael. That was strange. Where was he buried?

Faith walked over to the small church, more of a chapel. Light no longer shined through the dirty or missing stained glass windows, the cross on the small steeple hung down on its side, precarious but it refused to fall to the ground. Her feet creaked on the rotted wooden porch, and she pushed open the door with an abundance of strength before it creaked open from years of neglect. Inside were three rows of pews on each side, no longer arranged in neat order, one of them lay on its side, the wood split many years ago. The altar was long forgotten, the gold cross now tarnished, almost black, the red velvet that covered the altar was ripped and rotted. Faith looked at it, strange, once she paid attention to it. It was big for the small chapel, but it wasn’t the width, but the length. The cross was way in the back of it, and the altar stretched out over six feet in front of it. Just beneath the cross was a rotted pillow of red velvet. Candles adorned the sides of the altar as if ready to light it up for all to see. Faith could almost hear the whispers of the past in the chapel. There was a crying, shrill female voice among the deep voices of men. Faith could smell the scent of the candles as they burned slowly down the sides. A flash in her head was only there for a second, but there was no mistaking what she saw. It was a girl. She was spread out on the altar. Her arms were over her head, tied to the one end of the altar. Her body was stretched out, her legs tied together at the other end. Faith could hear the girl’s clothes ripped from her body as she pleaded with the men in the black robes and hoods that hid their faces. The air became muggy and thick; Faith was barely able to breathe. She turned and ran from the chapel until she was out in the cool air. She took two deep breaths to try to fill her lungs. What had the Boldage family done out here? Was it more than just Michael that had an enthrallment with bondage? Faith began to feel fear for the first time. This might be a malevolent supernatural being that preyed on the innocent. Could all of the Boldage family be troubled?

She tried to regain her senses, taking deep breaths until her head cleared. She looked at her watch, two o’clock. What happened to the time? It seemed like she just came out here. She refused to look back as she walked off; the chill still ran up her spine as she raced back to the house. It was only about fifty feet away when she saw it. A rotted rope was wrapped around the large oak tree trunk. Not tight, it fell to the ground around it as if what it secured had somehow gotten out. She stumbled and almost fell to the ground. She looked down, the end of a bullwhip stuck up from the ground, covered with mud. She moved close to it. The leather was rotted, but it was once a proud instrument of discipline. Was not only the house the Boldage family’s playground, but also the forest where cries of help and despair wouldn’t be heard by others but could be enjoyed by the tormentors?

She walked away and tried to find her way back to the house. It took her an hour before she found it, grateful when the dilapidated manor opened up in the clearing. Even with the mysterious past of the manor, it sounded tame to what went on in the woods. She did bring back a souvenir, the rotted bullwhip. The tails were rotted, but the handle was smooth and slick. There was no mistaking that it was shaped in the form of a man’s cock, complete all the way to the mushroom head on the end. Tyler would want a picture of it for the article. There was nothing like a whip with a dildo in the handle to sell stories. At least she felt better once she returned to the safety of the haunted house. At least here, she didn’t feel the evil.

* * *

Faith took a leisurely bath; the hot water felt good after the walk in the woods. She sipped her second bottle of water since she came home, unnaturally thirsty as though the fluids were drained from her body by the chapel. She stood up and dried off in front of the uncovered window, but not even an animal watched her. She wished that some mysterious stranger would be out there and peered through the branches to get a glimpse of her naked body. She couldn’t believe how aroused she was; the walk only made it worse. The vision in her head of the girl bound on the altar and being stripped by hooded men excited her. What would they do to me once I’m naked? Her nipples tingled as the rough towel slid over them. She walked naked to the bedroom and lay in the center of the bed, naked in the bright light. It was two hours before it got dark and Faith would go to the parlor and see if she could entice Michael to come out and play. She had all of her clothes laid out, including the very sexy garter belt and nylons. How could he pass me up dressed like that? Once I start stripping, no being could stay away. She closed her eyes, her body so relaxed as if she floated in space, but she had a yearning between her thighs that burned deep. She wanted to masturbate, but she knew that she needed to be aroused to attract Michael. No matter what, tonight she’d cum by Michael’s or her own hand. She couldn’t go to sleep this horny.

She woke up from a noise she heard, but the house was silent by the time her eyes opened. Was it just a dream? She looked down at her naked body, her legs spread wide to each side of the bed as if they were bound and spread to the tall bedposts. Her crotch was opened wide, but it took a second to close her legs as if she waited to be unbound. Her arms were high over her head, together at the head of the bed as if they were tied. Her breasts were pushed out, and she looked down to see her thick, hard nipples pointed up at the ceiling. The dream started to come back to her. It was her, not the girl in her vision that was on the altar. Faith was bound and spread on the altar by three men in robes and hoods, their faces shrouded in darkness. Once she was secured, they stripped her naked, tearing off her clothes in haste. She could feel hands, six of them touched her everywhere, the tight bondage left her body stretched and unable to move an inch. They took out their cocks when she awoke; one of them kneeled next to her face as he branded her silky cheek with the hot flesh of his cock. She clenched her lips, but she knew that she couldn’t stop him if he wanted her virgin mouth. He could force her to suck his cock until he came in her mouth to shoot his cum until she would choke or swallow it. She’d have no choice, forced to service him, all of them, until they tired of taking her.

She looked out the window, the blackness of the night returned, thankful that she had left a light on. She got up and felt the dampness between her legs. She was wet and aroused. She walked naked downstairs to the kitchen to get another bottle of water. Her lovely body shimmered as she walked. She went back upstairs to dress for Michael as she sipped the cold water. When she put her lips around the end of the bottle, she wondered what it would be like if it were a real cock, not a bottle that her lips were wrapped around so possessively. Snap out of it, Faith! Damn, I’m so horny!

The parlor was already set up by the time she went downstairs. She lit the candles, over twenty of them; Faith wanted the room well lit, but not by electricity. She was afraid that she’d be interrupted if the power went out, and it made it more mysterious and sexy in the flickering light of the candles. There was even a kerosene lantern that she had found, surprised when it lit the first time. At least the candle’s scent took some of the rank smell from the rotting house. The furniture was arranged, the couch and two chairs on one side of the room. Faith stood on the other side next to a large, upholstered chair. The other side of the room was reserved for her audience. Over the couch was a large mirror, conveniently placed so that Faith could see her own image.

The image that shot back from the mirror was as though Faith was in the era of late nineteen forties. She stood up tall, the tan cashmere sweater clung to her upper body as if molded on her, but all Faith saw in the image were her breasts. She wore a conical bra beneath the sweater that made her breasts look so hard and pointed. The sweater had buttons from her neck to her waist, twenty white pearl buttons. She looked down at her hourglass figure; the dark-brown pencil skirt clung to her hips and legs but stopped just beneath her knees. She turned to the side, her ass molded by the material as she saw her silhouette. The brown stockings, with the seam up the back, were lined up perfectly straight as they pointed up beneath her skirt. Her legs were accented by the three-inch heels she wore; straps held them around her ankles. What man wouldn’t want me?

She walked back and forth in front of the couch, slowly and sensuously; her hips swung as the soft whisper of the nylons made her pussy wet. She never felt this sexy before and hoped she’d have an audience to appreciate her. She walked back to the chair. She looked over her shoulders so they could admire her ass before she finally turned around. She pushed her chest out even farther, and then, her fingers went to the tiny buttons of the sweater. She started at the very top and slowly began to open them one at a time. Each time one popped open, she pushed the sweater to the sides until, by the fifth button, the first glimpse of her cleavage began to show. With the bra she wore, her breasts were pushed up high to reveal such deep cleavage. It took a while to open all the buttons, but when she was done, she pulled the sweater out of her skirt, turning sideways as she slowly pulled it off and put it on the chair. She faced the couch, her hands behind her back, her full breasts thrust out. She could feel the tingle in her nipples as if they begged to be touched.

The skirt was next; her hand found the zipper, slid it down, and released the button until the skirt fell to her feet. She kicked it off her feet, to stand there in bra, panties, and nylons with the garter belt that held them up. The panties were nothing like the briefs and thongs of nowadays. They were made of silk, a beige color with a high waist, but they were tight and clung to her naked body beneath. She teased her audience when she walked in front of them, this time in her underwear, her hips and ass moved slower and sexier as her pussy grew wetter.

The bra was next; Faith almost hated to take it off. She put her hands behind her back and arched up until her tits almost pointed to the sky. Finally, she fumbled with the massive catch to unsnap it. She kept her back arched until the bra slowly slid over her naked breasts and fell to the floor. She loved the freedom of her naked breasts; the cool air blew over the nipples as they swelled up in pleasure. Her fingers reached around to touch lightly around the areolas until tiny goose bumps appeared, and then, her fingernails grazed across the very tip of her nipples. The nipples swelled from the touch. She might not have an audience, but she certainly turned herself on.

She bent over the chair, her back to the couch. Her ass was shoved out so provocatively, but she kept her thighs tightly clenched together. Her fingers gripped the waistband of the panties and slowly began to roll it down over her ass. She stopped for a second when her crack appeared to tease her unseen audience. She pulled it down lower until her crotch was exposed; the panties were finally stopped by the strap of the garter belt on her nylons. She reached back and undid each one in the back then in the front until she could push the panties down. She let them slip to her feet while she snapped the nylons back into the garter belt. She wanted to keep the nylons on. They made her look more naked. She stood up, her thighs still together, her cheeks clenched tight. She looked over her naked shoulder before she finally turned around. She stood fully facing the couch, her hands on her hips and spread her legs until she felt her wet, oily pussy lips part. She could see her reflection in the flickering light of the candles, her pussy lips parted enough so she could tell the droplets of her arousal that coated the fine hairs on her pussy and glistened on the edge of her lips.

“Do you want me to masturbate for you?” She teased her silent guests. She sat in the chair; her legs spread wide, her hands on her inner thighs. She felt a chill in the room when the candles flickered, as if a gentle breeze had passed. She looked at the couch, but no one was there, yet it was as though someone watched her. Her fingers crept slowly up to her pussy to grab her lips and pull them apart. She felt the cool air blow on her superheated sex, but that only made her more excited. Is Michael in the room?

“Thump!” The noise shocked and scared her, and she looked to the side to see what it was. She saw the bullwhip curled up on the floor. She’d brought it down before and placed it on the mantle of the fireplace. Something or someone must have made it fall to the floor. She looked at it, the handle pointed at her. The dildo handle.

“Do you want me to masturbate with it?” She got up and walked naked to the mantle, her back to the couch as she bent over deeply to pick up the whip. She let her cheeks relax, her legs spread, to reveal all she had to those behind her. She picked the whip up and carried it back over to the chair. She sat down, her legs spread wide apart. She dropped the lash of the whip to the ground but held onto the handle. She had cleaned it before; somehow, she knew that she’d use it tonight. With her other hand, she stroked her pussy, her legs spread wide, her fingers pushed back her lips until she could feel the wetness when she stroked her slit. It felt so good, her body aroused to the point that she was ready to cum at the touch of a man’s cock, though she didn’t have one. She’d have to do with the whip handle. She played with her pussy as she inspected the handle. It was big; whomever it was modeled after had a formidable weapon. She ran her fingers over the large head, the ridge pronounced, sure to give her delicious attention inside her pussy when it pulled out and stroked her insides with the thick flange. The head was smooth, but once her fingers moved past the ridge and touched the shaft, she felt the thick veins that ran up and down the shaft. It was going to stretch her with the head and shaft, but she wanted it so badly.

She did the unthinkable–took the head of the handle and moved it to her mouth. Her tongue snaked out of her lips and licked across the leather head. She shivered in disgust from the taste, but she expected a man’s real cock would be just as distasteful. She grimaced as she pushed the head over her lips to coat them with the foul taste of leather, but her hand pushed on it until it banged against her clenched teeth. It was too big to get it all in her mouth, but her hand continued to push, just like a man would do. Her lips began to open, and the thick head forced its way inside. Her lips stretched wide until the head passed through her lips and her teeth clenched on the thick ridge to trap it from going any farther. “MMMGGGG!” She couldn’t say anything but unintelligible sounds. As much as she always thought she’d hate to suck a man’s cock, she felt a strange desire between her legs and in her head. It was as though she wanted to please the cock in her mouth. Her fingers moved faster on her pussy, the tip of her finger rang over her clit until she could feel it resonate like a bell. She almost wished she had two dildos, another for her pussy.

Faith pulled the handle from her mouth, the black leather coated in her spit. She pulled her legs up higher, to spread them wider and see her obscene pose in the mirror. She began to push the head of the dildo against her hole as she realized how long since she had something inside her. “MMMM.” She moaned as she forced the head into her pussy, surprised when her pussy sucked it in and trapped it. She felt so stretched, just like her mouth, but it felt good. She held it inside her, just the head trapped, until she could get used to it. It was so big, but there was much more to go inside, including the thick veins that would tease at her inner flesh. There was only the sound of her breathing in the room. The candles flickered. Two of them went out as a cold breeze blew by. Faith felt the chill. She listened and suddenly heard it in her head. No, it couldn’t be, but it was unmistakable. It was the sound of a zipper. She looked over at the couch, nothing was there, but the room was colder and there was a faint fog like when she blew steam out of her mouth on a frozen morning. Is Michael there? Did he open his zipper? Did he take out his cock? Faith trembled in excitement. She felt like she was an exhibitionist and Michael was a voyeur, if it was Michael. She could imagine him as he sat on the couch, his cock jutted up in the air, his fingers around the shaft as they slid up and down. He watched her as Faith began to push the dildo inside her. She would masturbate with him. He would like that.

Her body trembled in excitement as she performed for him. The dildo was huge and stretched her insides, but she knew he wanted her to do it. He’d made sure she tripped over it in the forest; he made it fall from the mantle so she would remember it was there. It hurt good when it moved inside her; her insides clenched around it possessively, her pussy was rubbed and teased by the thick veins and the ridge on the head as it pulled out. She shoved it back in to take it all and fuck herself ruthlessly as a man would do, as Michael would do. He was known for sexually abusing his prey, making them endure anything he wanted to do to their ripe bodies. Faith was just another plaything to make him cum. He was watching her, pleased with her; all the while, he masturbated his cock. She could see how big she made him, how hard he was. He wouldn’t last much longer and neither would Faith. She had to cum.

The big dildo that thrust in and out was coated with a thick coat of her arousal. It rubbed places that were never touched before, fucked so deep that it smashed against her cervix as if it tried to drive into her womb. Faster and faster she rode the dildo, harder and harder she took it, her other hand rubbed and pinched her clit until it ached from the abuse. She’d never been fucked this hard.

“EEEHHHH!” She screamed out when she came, but her hand continued to fuck herself. The air grew colder; Faith shivered as she came explosively all over the dildo. It was like nothing she ever felt before; the arousal that built in her body since she arrived here sent her over the edge. She wished that Michael would cum inside her to bathe her insides with his cum, yet nothing could stop the orgasm that raced through her body.

It took a couple of minutes before she could get her breath back. The dildo was still inside her and filled her, but unlike a man’s cock, this one never got smaller. She finally pushed it out, and then, she did the unthinkable.

Lick it clean. Faith told herself. The wet dildo went into her mouth, the foul leather taste mixed with her own juices as her tongue washed it down. What would it be like if it had a man’s cum on it, thick and salty? She finally took it out and let the whip fall to the floor. She could barely stand, her thighs were wet from her orgasm, but she felt satisfied. She picked up her clothes and started to leave when she saw it. It was next to the couch on the floor. There was a small wet spot. She looked up to see if there was a leak or a hole in the ceiling. There wasn’t. Was the spot there before and I didn’t notice it? Could it have been Michael? There was one way to know for sure, but she couldn’t get enough nerve to do that. She could kneel down and lick up the spot, but that sounded too extreme and disgusting. It would be as though she was just a slave for him and licked up his spilled juices. She refused and left the room after she blew out the candles. As she started up the stairs, she noticed it was warmer in the house again.





Chapter 6


The Hunt for the Secret Rooms




She awoke the next morning and expected to be satisfied from last night’s masturbation, but it was only worse. It was as though she’d learned the pleasure she could have and wanted more, much more. She got out of bed quickly, not wanting to waste her time masturbating in bed; she wanted to find Michael or one of his special rooms. The thought of being bound and taken in any manner that her captor wanted excited her beyond reason. She took a shower, rubbed her nipples a little too long, and stroked her pussy until she was wet, and it wasn’t the water from the shower that made her that way. By the time she stepped out of the shower, she was hornier than when she woke up. That was good; maybe Michael would be able to find her again. He could find her from the scent of her heated body. She was positive that he masturbated as he watched her and hoped that he’d want her today.

She put on a sundress, even though it would be a little chilly. She didn’t want to be overdressed should she find one of the rooms. She had every intention of trying out whatever she found, most likely while she was naked. She walked down the first-floor corridor to the large double doors. It had been closed for five years or more. She used the rusty key to get the lock to open finally. She turned the tarnished handle, and the door began to open, squeaking noisily as she opened it all the way. The hallway was littered with debris, dust and she was afraid of what else. Faith wished she had worn something else on her feet instead of heels, but she tried to look alluring for Michael. She did bring a bag of cleaning supplies, just in case. She wanted to try out what she found, but she’d prefer that they were clean and sanitary if they would go inside her.

She spent the next two hours going through filthy rooms–windows busted and the floors littered with leaves; some rooms smelled, the walls covered with black mold where the moisture had seeped into the room. She grew disappointed until she opened up the next room. It wasn’t a bedroom, more of an office or library. One wall was covered with fine wood bookshelves, still filled with books, but they had long lost their luster and newness. It wasn’t as dirty as the other rooms, as if it had been cleaned over the years, just not lately, the desk covered with a fine sheen of dust. Faith could smell cigar smoke as if men were in it last night. She could imagine them sitting around smoking their cigars. Would they have one of their girls in this room? This was the men’s room. If Faith was going to have a secret room, it would have been connected to it so no one else would find it. She began to scrutinize the walls more, especially the bookcases.

She thought she saw something on one of the bookcases. She moved closer, but it disappeared. She moved back to the door to close it until the room was sheltered in darkness, the heavy drapes held back the sun. She looked over at the bookcase and something appeared again. Light came from a crack between the third and fourth bookcases in the corner of the room. She stumbled across the darkened room to the bookcase. There was no doubt about it; there was something behind the bookcase. There was no way she was going to move it, or anyone would be able to. There had to be some device that opened it. She pushed the drape open enough so that light shone back in the room and she could see what she was doing. She had always seen on television that they pulled a book out on the bookcase and it opened a secret passage, but the shelves were filled with so many books. She’d have to spend hours doing it and still not be sure she’d find it. Use your head, Faith.

She began to scan the titles on the shelf that was the most convenient to pick from. There were business books on management practices, financial statements, nothing that perked her interest. She moved up to the next shelf, higher up so she had to stretch to read some of them. Of course, Michael must have been taller. This was his shelf. There was Abnormal Sexual Psychology, Freud, Marquis De Sade, Pain and Passion, the Exploration of S&M. She stopped and grabbed the spine of the last book on S&M and drew it out. The top of the book moved, but the bottom didn’t slide out but moved at an angle. There was a loud clang behind the bookshelf, and then, it began to move. Faith released the book, but the bookcase continued to open. It creaked, squeaked and pushed the accumulation of junk on the floor in front of it like a shovel. Faith’s heart had stopped beating in excitement. She only hoped that it was half as good as she wanted it to be. She had forgotten the camera, but there would be time for that later.

It took minutes before it was fully open and Faith could stare into the darkened room. How could it be so dark, yet I saw a light shine from the bookcase? She took the flashlight from the bag and shined it inside. It didn’t seem to have any windows in it; the flashlight illuminated a targeted beam. Then, she saw it, a candle sat on the table. She struck a match and lit the candle, Faith was surprised that it became so bright. Faith stared wide-eyed in disbelief. It looked like the room came from a medieval time. She couldn’t even fully describe it, but it resembled some type of pillory device, yet there was more to it than that.

It was made of roughhewn wood, raw and unfinished, black iron ringed the pieces of wood to hold it together, for she couldn’t see any nails or screws. Her hand reached out and touched it, surprised it was so solid. She pulled her finger back when a splinter stabbed her. “Damn!” It looked old, real old, in spite of the condition of it. The wood was stained, Faith fearful of what the stains were from. She found some more candles and lit them until the room was clouded in a mist of dancing light that made it seem more ominous.

Her pussy got wet as her eyes began to explore the strange contraption. It was a large rectangular shape, about five feet wide, parts of it extended out from the frame. Bolted to the floor was a long channel that went the entire five-foot width and then some before it stopped. It was almost like a train track but with only a single metal track. In the center were two wooden blocks, thick and heavy. There was no denying what their use was. Each had a center hole drilled into them, lined with some type of rubber. She reached down to run her hand over one of them. They were for legs, a woman’s legs by the small size of the hole. Faith moved one of them to the right, surprised that it slid so easily on the metal track. She moved it a couple of feet before she stopped. She moved it back; nothing stopped it from doing it. She tried again and brought it back. She foolishly thought it was safe.

She stood back up to inspect the pillory portion of the contraption. It was high up, one large hole and two smaller holes situated on each side of the thick wooden beam. The holes were lined with more rubber. At least the person that made it considered the comfort of the captive. The rubber would keep the wood from chafing the delicate flesh of a woman. She lifted the top crosspiece to slide it up. It stopped when it got about a foot up, and she found a notch in the frame that kept it in the open position. She pushed it back down then up again, surprised at how easily it worked after all these years. It was as if it were used yesterday.

About halfway up the device, waist high, was a wooden beam that ran the width. The leg channel was on the back of the device, the pillory on the front half, about two feet from each other. Anyone in the pillory would be forced to bend over, the center wooden beam just the right height to catch a woman just above her hips. Faith should’ve explored it more, but her pussy was drenched. She never realized the most important parts that she missed in her excitement. She hoped that Michael could smell her arousal.

She always did foolish things, and it came out okay. That was part of what made her stories so popular. Most women would never take the chances she did, and this was one of them. She moved back to the table to kick off her shoes. She looked around the floor, making sure that it was clear of debris, but it was as though the room was locked from the outside world, no windows or door to allow in the unwelcome. She was really going to do it, glad she wore the sundress. She pulled the zipper down the side until the dress pulled from her body. Her panties were next to go. She took them off, shamed by the wet spot on them. She stood in the room naked as she stared at the device next to her. She filled her lungs with air as she took deep breaths and tried to control her fast-beating heart. She was going to do it as she boldly moved to the device. She would be careful, testing it before she committed to it. Or should the word be submitted. She slipped one of her feet into a hole of the wooden block on the track. She pushed her foot until it slipped in, feeling the rubber around her ankle almost as if she was bound. She pulled her foot back up, tugging it out until it popped free. There was nothing too confining about that. She could easily escape anytime she wanted.

Faith put her foot back into the hole; this time, she slid it in easier. She pushed her leg to the side and grabbed the low beam as her leg began to slide so easily in the wooden block. She stopped when her leg went a foot or two. Her legs spread so easily as if she had no control over them. She could feel her juices freely flow from her pussy. What would it be like if both legs were in the blocks and I was forced to spread them over five feet wide? She could hardly imagine what a woman would feel like if forced into the device and spread like that, not knowing what they would do to her, but knowing that her pussy was open and vulnerable. She closed her legs to pull the one leg out and try the other block. It moved in just the same way to spread out but closed just as easily. So far so good.

The next part, she had to lean forward, and she felt the rough wood graze across her hipbones. She pulled the crosspiece all the way up until it snapped into the groove. She leaned forward to test one wrist first. She pulled the crosspiece down and felt the hinged top come down on her single wrist and trap it. She felt a moment of panic when the rubber sealed around her wrist, unable to pull it out. She pushed up with her arm; the crosspiece rose up slowly until she could pull her hand out and swung the crosspiece up high until it found the groove. That wasn’t so bad. She did the same with the other wrist, testing it.

It was time for the hard part. She had to put her head in the pillory. She wouldn’t put her wrists in the crosspiece, only her head. If her head got stuck, her hands were free, and she could pull the crosspiece up with a little difficulty, but it wouldn’t be impossible. She leaned forward farther this time and felt her naked breasts sway erotically beneath her. She suddenly realized how vulnerable a woman’s breasts would be when confined in the pillory. She loved having her nipples played with, more excited if someone did it while she was bound. She gulped loudly when her neck hit the bottom of the pillory. She reached up with one arm and felt the strain in her back from the awkward position, but she finally found the other end of the crosspiece. She pulled it down too fast, and panic hit her when the crosspiece fell too fast in her haste. It was as though she was chocked by it. She struggled for a second then finally calmed herself. It was tight around her neck, almost constraining her, but after a few minutes, she began to breathe normally. She felt so vulnerable, naked and bound in the device, even though her legs were together and free of the wooden blocks and her arms dangled unrestrained beneath her.

She suddenly remembered to see if she could get out of the crosspiece. She pushed up with her head first and found the crosspiece was a little too heavy. She brought her hand up to push it up, and once the crosspiece started to rise, it almost opened by itself. Just to be sure, she did it again; this time, she stayed longer when the crosspiece held her neck in place. It worked so well. She stood back up. She looked around the room and hoped to see a vision of Michael, but there was only the flicker of the candles. She looked at her watch, over an hour had passed since she found the room, yet she wasn’t hungry, just horny.

It was all or nothing. She moved to the back of the device to slip one foot into a block then the other. She moved one block to the right and back then did the same with the other. Everything worked as planned. Now, it was time for the hard part. She leaned forward until she was bent over the wooden beam in the center. She was surprised that her feet didn’t hurt; the rubber around the edges seemed to protect them. She stretched her naked body out until her neck could fit into the groove. Then, her right arm went into the groove, using her left arm to pull the crosspiece down. The weight of it did all the work; she took the last leap of faith and put her other hand into the groove. The crosspiece came down to trap her. There was a moment of panic, but when she pushed up with her wrists and neck, the crosspiece began to rise, albeit slowly. It was too much work, so Faith let it fall back down to trap her again. But she felt good that she could get out anytime she wanted to.

She felt such sexual excitement in her body. Here she was naked, bent over and bound in a medieval torture device, and she was so hot, she was sure she could cum when she squeezed her pussy muscles. If only Michael would come along and take advantage of her helplessness. Did he sense that I wasn’t really trapped in the device like his other captives? She wished she had something to rub her pussy on. She began to spread her legs, this time both of them, slowly as she felt her thighs part and her pussy lips begin to open. She looked forward, seeing a mirror tilted against the wall on the other side, the reflection of her shone back. It looked so obscene, especially as she spread her legs, yet she felt this excitement at being bound naked.

“Clunk!”

Her body froze. Terror hit her body, and her skin began to sweat. She felt something, the wooden blocks tightened around her ankles. She felt a shudder through the crossbeam. She tried to move her wrists, but she couldn’t. They were trapped. She tried to lift her head up, useless, not even a millimeter. Her legs were next. She tried to close them, but they were stopped on something. Her legs were spread about a foot apart, not uncomfortable but still unwillingly.

“HEEELLLPPP!” She knew it wouldn’t do any good, but it did make her feel better for a second. Only a second though. She was trapped. Not only trapped, but naked and horny. She looked at her reflection in the mirror. There were no signs of what happened or how to fix it. She tried her arms and neck again, but it was futile. Then, she tried her feet. She pulled inward, stopped as though the blocks were at the end of the track, yet there was still a good foot between them. Then, she pushed out, surprised when both blocks began to move. A moment of elation ran through her body, but it was quashed when she tried to close them again. They moved inward, but they wouldn’t completely close and wouldn’t release her legs. It was as though the device wanted her to open and close her legs like a wanton whore.

An even more surprising thing reflected from the mirror. Under the device was something that rose from the floor. She didn’t notice it before, though it would have been important. It was just a bump, but a big bump. Why now? She only had one theory, and she tried it immediately. She stared into the mirror with rapt attention as she pushed out with her legs until they spread wider then shut them as much as she could, as quick as she could. The bump rose up; this time, she could fathom what it was. There was no doubt that it was a dildo, a rather large and thick dildo. The mushroom head was black, at least it was smooth, but an inch of it was showing, Faith wasn’t sure how much wasn’t revealed. Every time she spread her legs, her pussy got wetter, in spite of closing them once again. Will the dildo rise up and fuck me? She didn’t know whether she should be happy or scared, though she headed toward happy or, at least, excited. No dildo ever scared her before.

Is this one of Michael’s cruel devices? How many women had fucked themselves to death while bound? Did Michael get his enjoyment as he watched them or would he participate, more than enough holes available in the victim to be penetrated, the victims unable to stop him from any perverse acts that he wanted to commit? It dawned on her suddenly; she was one of those victims. It wasn’t a bad way to go, forced orgasms. She could see her epitaph, “Faith died an untimely death, but she died with a smile on her face, a dildo inside her and dried cum on her thighs.” At least it made her laugh.

Faith wondered how high and how deep the dildo would go. She wasn’t going anywhere in the position she was in now, so she might as well find out what happened when she embraced the evil device. She looked at the mirror as she began to spread her legs out, seeing how obscene it looked as her pussy opened up to reveal her shameful wetness. Her legs went another six inches and then closed again, but Faith’s eyes were on the dildo as it rose up from the floor. Another inch of the thick head rose up; Faith worried, the girth of the head still grew. If it went inside her, it would stretch her; stretch her as much as the being that fucked her for the first time when she was a girl. She continued to spread her legs and close them and found her pussy grew wetter each time as his image shot back from the mirror to excite her. The dildo rose up higher, her legs spread at least two feet now, and the mushroom head of the dildo now revealed its size. It was at least three inches in diameter and two inches tall before the flared ridge flowered open. That added another half inch to the width. She was at least grateful that her pussy was soaking wet.

Her legs moved back and forth; each time her legs spread wider, she felt her pussy open up and her lips peeled back obscenely. When it was two and half feet wide, she felt the masochistic pleasure of her split-open crotch, but the cruel device didn’t care, bent on spreading her open for the gradually rising dildo from the floor. The head was completely revealed; now, the thick shaft began to rise up from the floor. It was black like the head, but it wasn’t smooth. Thick veins ringed the shaft like vines on a tree, torture enough on the soft walls of her pussy, but there were also nodules and bumps on the shaft, some small, but others were hard and protruded. They would stretch her elastic walls as they passed through to rub and chafe her tender flesh as it pushed inside her.

When her legs were almost three feet wide, there was another change. She felt it on her arms and neck. When the dildo rose up, the pillory began to slide down; Faith realized too late that the pillory was on a track on both sides. It would break her ankles when her body was bent, but the wooden blocks turned in the tracks as they moved. Her head began to move down; her ass began to rise up obscenely. It was only three times it moved down before she saw it. Another mirror behind her was revealed to the mirror in front of her. She could see her ass as though she stood behind her. Her buttocks were parted wider each time she spread her legs, her tiny brown anus revealed in a sea of white flesh. As her legs spread wider and her head went lower, the pucker of her tiny hole began to open as if offered up her virgin hole to an unseen lover.

The dildo rose majestically from the floor; the domed head topped the long, thick shaft. It was as though it knew exactly where her pussy was, her body bent over submissively to be impaled once it rose up high enough. Faith couldn’t stop the blazing lust between her legs, the only thing that her pussy could clench was the gleaming dildo, or it would kill her with unfulfilled pleasure. Her thighs ached from clenching and unclenching her muscles to spread and close her legs, but it was the pleasure she was after, the pain small in comparison to what she would feel when the dildo entered her.

She looked, and then, she felt it. It was cold and demanding, her breathing raced in shame and excitement as the dildo touched the wet lips of her pussy. Faith spread her legs wide to keep them open as her thighs strained. It forced her pussy lips far apart, and the spread of her legs sent the dildo up another notch; Faith gasped as she felt it spread her labia apart by its sheer size. She couldn’t stop her hips as they tried to rock back and forth and she hoped to make the dildo touch her clit. She had never seen her clit stand out so hard and red as it begged for attention but was denied by the strict bondage.

“OOOH, tttoooo big.” The sudden panic hit her as she felt the dildo at the entrance of her vagina. It would never fit without tearing her up the middle. Faith felt her pussy open painfully, her body frozen. She let the sharp pain build up as the tight ring of her pussy tried to stretch to accommodate the size of the domed head. She tried to ride the pain, her legs pushed open even wider in hopes to take it inside her, but all that did was force her head down farther and her ass to rise submissively.

“NNNoooo, nnnno moorre!” She looked in the mirror just as the thick head began to enter her, her pussy muscles no longer able to keep it out. She felt the painful entry as it breached her opening and popped into her pussy like a giant rock. She couldn’t stop her muscles as they clenched in spasms around it possessively as if she didn’t want it to leave. Her body froze, her legs spread wide, afraid of closing them to make it worse as her pussy muscles would clench tighter.

Breathe, Faith, breathe deeply. She tried to calm herself, but everything told her that she should be fearful. Her legs were spread so wide that her crotch felt as if she was split up the middle, her pussy was wrapped tightly around a thick dildo that would only go deeper; the only saving grace was the juices that flowed freely from her body. My pussy feels tortured around the dildo, so why am I wet? She finally regained her breathing and tried to calm her nerves. She looked into the mirror to see the giant dildo pushed up into her pussy. She was sure there was no way she would get it out of her. Her only hope was to fuck it. So far, this evil device had anticipated everything she would do. She had to hope that it would continue to do so.

She began to close her legs, and she felt her pussy clench on the massive-domed head that stretched her. She could move her legs six inches before going the other way, her crotch ached when they were spread a foot wider. She closed them and opened once again, as she felt the thick head stretch her pussy even more, as it changed to a dull ache when her insides cramped around the massive head. She looked, all of the head disappeared inside her, and now, the first part of the shaft began to penetrate her. She could feel the ridges, bumps and veins rub on her stretched hole as her pussy closed around it. It wasn’t hot like a man’s cock. She knew more of it would fuck her, so it was strange to have it inside. Would it make me cum?

Faith began to fuck it energetically; her hips moved from side to side as she felt it stretch her. Her head was forced to go lower, her ass rose higher and her pussy sucked in the giant dildo as she rode it. It felt so big inside her; the ridges and the veins on the shaft scraped and scratched at her delicate pussy, the elastic walls already stretched tautly around it. Faith’s body gleamed with sweat; her buttocks clenched and unclenched as she grabbed the dildo inside her. It felt like the big head was trying to drive through her cervix and into her womb. Each time she spread her legs, it banged harshly, though it didn’t make her stop moving. She was going to cum and nothing could stop her any longer.

Her legs spread as wide as they could, her anus pulled open, her pussy lips stretched wide until her crotch ached. She slapped her legs closed quickly to trap the dildo for a second and then spread her legs wide again. She felt the dildo move, not deeper, but it pulled back, then it went back in. It began to fuck her. Somehow, it knew she was going to cum. In spite of the pain of her tortured thigh muscles, her legs spread and clenched faster, going from over three feet wide to almost closed then open again. Faith looked into the mirror to see the dildo move, not like before, it moved a couple of inches out before it pushed back in. Inside, she felt the thick ridge around the head draw back along her flesh like a battering ram. She moved faster, her legs spread wider; Faith wanted it to take her harder and deeper. She was rewarded with success as it pulled out and then back in, over three inches slid in and out. She saw the black dildo glisten with her juices.

Searing-hot pain tortured her inside and out as the dildo fucked her ruthlessly. She clamped the mouth of her pussy on the dildo that reamed her out and clenched on the shaft as if it were a man’s cock that she tried to please. Faith concentrated on the pulsating, surging contractions of her pussy, wanting to ride the pleasure that built in her body. She couldn’t believe her legs could open and close so fast, but when she saw the thick head draw her pussy lips out when it withdrew, it spurred her on. Back in it plunged, feeling the thick cock fill her like nothing before. She drew the dildo in with her inner muscles, the thick veins and nodules touched every tense nerve in her body.

Her climax began when her nerves were stretched to the limits of endurance. A dildo that could sense her every thought fucked, stretched and filled her. Her pussy lips stretched around the shaft of the dildo as it slid in and out relentlessly with only one purpose, to make her cum. And cum she did, her pussy muscles tightened around the dildo as if she could milk cum from it. Her pussy rippled as she came. Faith’s hair was plastered to her forehead from the sweat. The evil device made her buck, and her body thrashed so hard against the bolts that held it to the floor as she rode it to climax.

A series of orgasms raced through her body like a wave ebbing and then another wave, higher and more prolonged. “Fuck me, Michael! Fuck me hard!” Her squeals of pleasure echoed through the room; her body vibrated on the dildo that continued to ride her hard. A combination of pain and ecstasy raced through her body. Forced to ride the inhuman dildo, forced to climax from the relentless thrusts and the painful stretching, she came all over the dildo until her body couldn’t stand it. She finally slumped in the tight bondage, her legs came together, and her pussy still contracted around the dildo that was still hard and strong.

Faith could hear her own breathing, her heart still raced, her naked body covered in sweat. No matter that she had just cum, the dildo refused to leave her pussy, still stretched tightly around it like a rubber band. She should be satisfied, but with the hard dildo inside her, it was as though she hadn’t made her lover cum. It took something away from her own climax, an unsatisfied lust that was still in her body. She lay slumped for almost half an hour, or at least, it felt that long. She looked in the mirror, the dildo had pulled out, but the head still stretched the mouth of her pussy open wide. She looked into the second mirror, her naked buttocks thrust out, her cheeks parted lewdly, her dark-brown anus stretched open. She tried to move her legs or arms out of the device, but it kept her trapped.

“WWWHHOSH!” A cold breeze blew through the room, so strong that the bookcase that served as the door closed partially until only a sliver of light shone through. The candles flickered, first one then another blew out, then another as if someone or something moved along the line of candles and blew them out. The room began to grow darker, until there was only one candle that was lit, the one behind her. The flame flickered and threatened to go out. Then, almost as if it changed its mind, it flickered back to life.

In spite of the sweat that still drenched her body and her overheated skin, Faith felt the bite of cold air touch her body. From her nipples that swelled like thermometers, to the lips of her pussy that chilled from the wet cum that still coated them, to the pucker of her anus that clenched tight, Faith felt the ominous presence of something in the room. The darkened room was lit by a single candle. Another whisper of air rushed around her bound body, and then, she felt the shiver of icy air behind her. She looked into the mirrors, partially covered with a fog from the cold, but she made out a cloud behind her as if it was steam, but it didn’t go away. Faith felt the contractions of her pussy muscles on the dildo that still kept her spread open from inside.

“Is that you, Michael?” Her voice quivered in nervousness, an apprehension overcame her body. The air in the room grew thick, Faith unable to fill her lungs, her hair rustled with static electricity. She felt an invisible touch on her buttocks, her buttocks tried to clench closed in defense, but the tight bondage prevented her from doing anything but making her anus dance in delightful contractions. She felt a frozen touch on her dangling breasts and froze her nipples into painful hardness. It felt as if they’d break off if touched by a warm hand.

She could barely talk, her throat strained by paralysis. Her heart raced, as the touch moved to her nipples again, the defenseless tips felt like sharp claws tightened on them then a rough sandpaper of dry, cold, leathery skin rasped over them but nipples responded to the perverse touch. Faith felt the familiar glow of arousal between her legs, but it caught fire; this time, her pussy still filled with the giant dildo.

“Do you want your evil device to make me cum again, Michael?” She didn’t know whether Michael wanted her to do it, but she did. She felt the heat between her legs, the last orgasm felt as if it was so long ago. She didn’t wait for an answer; she slowly spread her legs, feeling the drying cum on her pussy lips pull apart. The dildo began to move. It pulled out until the head almost yanked free when Faith’s legs opened wider. She began to close them. The dildo changed direction and coursed up to penetrate her once again. She felt the bumps and ridges excite her inner flesh once again.

Faith saw it form behind her, just like the night it took her virginity. A dark cloud began to form, as it grew thick, dark, and transparent, but there for her to see. Her nipples felt like they’d burst, the tips frozen with her pounding blood, but it was her ass that she feared. A terrible cold rushed over her cheeks, none more than down her crack. It felt like frost was on her anus, the tight muscles contracted from the cold. She began to pump her legs open and closed, faster and faster as the dildo began to excite her pussy once again. It filled her and then pulled out and sucked her insides out with the terrible vacuum behind it that the head created as it pulled out. “I want to feel you, Michael?”

She writhed and twisted as the dildo began to fuck her restrained body, but her body was on edge from the thing that was behind her, the cold presence that touched her obscenely on her virgin anus. She spread her legs wide, wider than before, wanting to please Michael with her submission. She looked into the mirror again, the black being stood between her spread legs, the white glow of something came from his body. It started as a small dot, but grew larger and grew brighter. It wasn’t quite waist high, and she could feel the cold come off it as it lengthened.

Faith heard the voices inside her head, not through her ears, but through her mind. “You are mine while you’re in my house. Be fearful, for I’ll show you the sexual pleasure and pain that only I can bring to your lovely body. I’ll make you perform the most obscene perversions imaginable; your body will be penetrated in every single hole, some at the same time. Not only pleasure, but also you’ll feel the sexual pain that excites me and gives me pleasure. I’ll do things to you that you’d never expect a man to do to a woman, painful things, for I’m not a man, I have no morals to satisfy, only my animalistic lust. You’ll serve me in any manner I crave; your body will be unable to resist my most perverse desires. I know you, Faith, ever since I took you as a girl. I waited for the time when you’d be ready for me. That time is now.”

She knew she couldn’t resist him, ever since the day she was eighteen and he took her doggy style on her father’s bed, young and innocent. She’d worked up to this since then, waiting, wanting the day when she could sexually satisfy him with her body. It was her destiny, given to her by her mother. She began to fuck the dildo harder and faster as she rode the pumping dildo inside her to the crescent of her desires; the blunt head slammed into her cervix that made her cry out, but she thrust again with just as much force and determination. All the while, her eyes were glued to the being behind her and the light that grew as if she’d aroused an erection with her naked body.

Faith felt sharp nails dig into her buttocks and tear her flesh until she felt the wetness of her blood. They dug down into her skin until it found the flesh of her pussy from behind, the talons were cold and sharp when they ran over her perineum and touched the edge of her outer labia. She felt the pinpricks on her sensitive skin that surrounded the dildo that continued to thrust in and out of her. She felt the wetness, not her juices, but her blood. It was fully erect behind her, or at least, she thought it might be. It was massive, just like the dildo that fucked her or the one that fucked her when it took her virginity. Too big for a girl, but it was as though she was made to accept it, built only to give it pleasure.

The penetrations were faster now and deeper; the dildo sliced through her like a knife. Faith could feel her arousal build in her body as if she hadn’t cum in weeks, never mind minutes. The dildo fucked her, but she wanted that glowing cock that was behind her, wanting to feel what it inside her. Will it be hot like the bright light or cold like the room? The only thing she knew for sure was that it wouldn’t be hot like a man’s cum when it filled her.

Faith cried out when she felt a huge, icy knob nuzzle between her buttocks. She waited for it to fuck her, expecting it, wanting it, but she wasn’t prepared when the cold, dry cock slid between her buttocks to rub across her anus and send the tiny hole into frigid spasms that racked her body. She didn’t stop fucking herself with the dildo, but her insides clenched in defense on the dildo as she tried to clamp her virgin anus tight. The dildo refused to stop fucking her as it rasped painfully along her frightened pussy muscles.

She heard his voice in her head again. This time, it spoke softly but thick with lust and a wicked, sadistic delight. “I have not taken you here yet,” his voice teased her as the cold head of his cock probed the rosette of Faith’s shrinking anus. She couldn’t move, the evil device keeping her pinned and spread for him, even while she continued to fuck the dildo. Her anus went into uncontrollable spasms as the frozen cock began to stretch her anus wider, but the painful coldness made it shrink away.

“Not that way, not there,” Faith pleaded as her anal ring began to stretch open around the demanding cock. This was sodomy, an act that she never expected to be forced to perform, but he had told her she would perform the vilest perversions. She couldn’t control the contractions of her buttocks or the muscles of her anus; trying hard to please Michael with fucking the dildo at the same time she tried to protect her virgin ass. She cried madly out in protest when her body yielded and the protective ring of her anus gave way to the onslaught of the cold weapon. It popped through the virgin muscle and into the warmth of her rectum.

“No, no, I don’t want to, please take it out,” she begged fitfully as the cold cock flexed and the thick, cold shaft shuddered against the muscles of her rectum, sending them into spasms of defense. She heard the voice in her head speak to her again. “Cum for me and I’ll take it out.”

She felt it flex again and stretch her rectal walls that clung to the cold cock possessively. Her legs became a blur when she summoned up all her strength to pump her legs open and closed as wide and fast as she could. She went mad with the sensations, ready to explode again. It was the fear, the fear that he would ram the inhuman, cold cock up her ass in a single thrust if she didn’t cum as he demanded. She could feel the frigid cock move inside her; her rectal muscle rippled along the head in defense, trying to force it out before it would fuck deep into her bowels. Her anal ring was stretched wide, even while it tried to shrink from the frigid cold.

“I wish I could feel you cum in my pussy,” Faith begged, but it was too late as she squirmed helplessly against the dildo. Her pussy muscles clamped down on it to squeeze it greedily and try to milk it as she cried out in delight and pleasure, feeling her climax as she exploded. She rode the dildo as she came; her hips moved from side to side, all the while the cold cock in her virgin ass stretched her in a place she never expected to be entered. She felt it jerk and shudder as her muscles involuntarily sucked and gripped it, but it never came in her, Faith finally succumbed to her pleasure and collapsed on the evil device. She felt the strange tremor in her anal ring as the cold cock pulled free. She looked in the mirror behind her as the dark cloud disappeared without a trace. It was ten minutes before she could move her tired muscles. When she tried to close her legs, she was surprised that the wooden blocks moved all the way to the center. As they touched, she heard the wonderful sound of a loud click. She pulled her legs out of the wooden blocks at the same time she opened up the pillory. She could barely straighten up; her back creaked as she did. She grabbed her clothes and blew out the candle as she made her way to the entrance. She opened it up to the library, surprised that it was almost dark outside. How long was I in there, fucking myself for Michael? I hope he was pleased with me.

She went back to her room and lay down on the bed for an hour before she could regain her strength. She grabbed her camera and walked to the secret room she found, taking pictures of it. The thought of how she must have looked in the device made her wet again. If only Tyler could’ve seen her then. She could still feel the fullness of something in her behind. She knew before she left, she’d feel it penetrate her deep in her guts and fill her with his cold cum.

Faith barely ate anything that night, just drinking two bottles of water before she turned in. She got into bed naked. She hoped and prayed that Michael would visit her that night and do nasty things to her body.





Chapter 7


She is Found, Her Mouth Trained for Pleasure




Unfortunately, she woke up the next morning unmolested and horny. This almost became a ritual. It must be the house that drove her arousal, especially since she’d found Michael. She wanted more, much more. She’d spend some time outside today, needing some fresh air, the house too old and musty. Then, she’d explore the house for more special rooms. She couldn’t wait until she found the next one. She never expected to enjoy being bound so much, liking it way too much. Faith was afraid that she’d become too reckless.

She had some breakfast, her stomach empty from not eating anything the night before, just drinking a lot of water. She put on a dress that she hoped Michael would like, even though it wasn’t very practical for the outside. She wanted to please him, so he would pleasure her, though it scared her yesterday when she felt his blunt instrument pushed inside her virgin ass. She’d have to be extremely horny to take anything that big up there. The stretching was painful, even with the slight penetration.

She went out into the woods again, this time in the opposite direction of the small church and graveyard. Her feet crunched on the dried leaves, the breeze cool as she walked. The sun flickered through the dense trees and brush. She looked around as she walked, suddenly noticing things that she normally wouldn’t have. When you are confronted with something new, you have a tendency to look for it around you, sometimes even if imagined. That is the way she became with the bondage of the girl in the chapel. She saw trees in a new light, not as living plants but convenient posts in the ground where a girl could be bound to or between. Faith’s imagination began to grow rampant, imagining she was bound and how it would feel. Two trees stood upright, about four feet apart were just the right distance. She could feel the ropes on her wrists pull them in opposite direction until she was unable to move them. But it was her legs that excited her most, thick rope tied around her ankles and her unseen captors would slowly pull the ropes in opposite directions. Faith fought them, but her cause was futile, her captors were strong. She begged them as they spread her legs too wide, but all she could hear was their laughter in her head. When they were satisfied, her legs were four feet apart, her crotch ached, but that was the least of her problems. They stripped the clothes from her body until she was naked. Then, she saw the whips in their hands, but she couldn’t see their eyes. They gazed down between her legs, the whips ready to show Faith how depraved the men were.

She couldn’t keep her mind from thinking such erotic thoughts. The house drove her crazy with lust. She needed Michael to return tonight to satisfy her once again. At this rate, she would have lots of juicy sex for her story, or she hoped she would.

She spent three hours in the woods but found nothing of interest, not like the day before. She headed back to the house, not caring to admit it, but she got lost somewhere along the way. It took her too long to get back, thankful when she actually saw the ramshackle manor once again. She was disillusioned with her day; the trip in the woods was a waste of time, too late to go exploring the shut-off part of the house, the sun was already setting behind the trees as nightfall rapidly approached.

Faith made herself a nice dinner but ate it slowly as if she savored every bite. There would be no Michael today, only solitary masturbation, Faith unable to make it to tomorrow without it. She went upstairs and took a hot, leisurely bath, just the slightest touch on her pussy set off her arousal. She wasn’t going to cum in the tub, not wanting to lose the sexual magic of the house. She would try something different. She put on a robe, naked beneath it. She grabbed some magazines, though she doubted that she’d need them and went downstairs. It was already dark outside. She grabbed a bottle of wine and a glass and took them into the living room. She closed all the heavy drapes but lit a single candle near the chair she would sit in, just in case the lights went out. She didn’t want to be caught unprepared and have to fumble for a candle in the pitch dark. The candle flickered invisibly in the bright light from the lamp.

She began to read the magazines, but the more wine she drank, the hornier she got. It was nine o’clock by the time the bottle of wine was empty; Faith didn’t need any more wine. She put the magazines down, slid down on the chair with her feet on the ottoman. She closed her eyes as her fingers went to work. Her hand slipped into the open robe to find her nipples already hard and pointed. She teased them, her fingers pinched harder as she grew aroused, but she could never do it hard enough to satisfy herself. She needed a man to be that harsh with a desire to abuse her for his pleasure. More of the robe was opened, Faith imaged that someone sat across from her and watched her masturbate. He’d have his cock out and he’d stroked it to make it harder until he’d need her to satisfy his perverted lust. What would he make me do? Would he fuck me? Or would he take the virginity of my ass or my mouth to satisfy his lust? He’d make her perform any depraved act that he wanted, and she wouldn’t be able to resist. It made her so wet at the thought of such complete submission.

She spread her legs wantonly, one leg over the edge of the chair, the other on the ottoman as her fingers plucked back her oily pussy lips and began to stroke her wet, pink inner lips. She teased her clit but stopped her fingers before she reached it and felt it throb with desire and wantonness. She’d take her time tonight to savor the build-up, her head filled with thousands of lovely, perverted thoughts to keep her pleasure building.

Michael couldn’t believe his luck. It was as though she’d planned this. He saw her in the parlor and watched her drink her wine, and now, she opened her robe, her naked body revealed as she masturbated. It was time to act.

Faith froze with two fingers in her pussy. She could feel something, not sure what it was. She opened her eyes to find the room cloaked in utter darkness except for the single candle that she’d lit. It flickered eerie reflections off the walls, but at least, it wasn’t pitch black. She was glad she’d thought of it. She caught it out of the corner of her eye, a darkness came toward her. Am I going to be lucky tonight? It moved closer to her as she felt the room grow cooler as if a window was open to let in the cold night air. Her robe was open, but she made no attempt to close it, only taking her leg off the armrest to sit more modestly as her fingers deserted her unfulfilled pussy. She was a little disappointed; a cock didn’t stick out the front, only the pair of dark eyes stared at her. What does it want of me?

She felt a touch on her arm, dry and clammy. It urged her out of the chair. She didn’t hesitate as she stood up and her robe dangled open. She saw the eyes glare at her, and she knew what it wanted. She slipped the robe off her arms until it fell to the floor. She stood naked in front of it. She glanced at the table, the empty bottle of wine floated mysteriously toward her. It floated and stopped in midair. The candle did little to light anything. The bottle was in front of her face, the neck of it close to her lips. She felt it next, the opening of the bottle pressed up against her lips as if she were going to kiss it. She gasped in surprise when she suddenly realized what it wanted. It was as though it was a cock that wanted entrance to her mouth. Faith never sucked a cock before, never intended to, not wanting the foul taste of leaking cum or to have a man climax in her mouth with his copious cum. She was sure that she would choke to death if she did such a foul deed.

Her lips quivered, but the dark eyes stared evilly at her. She was naked in front of it while a fake cock waited to pierce her virgin lips. She had no choice, her lips relaxed just enough until she felt the glass bottle slip through her lips and into her mouth. She felt her lips curl around the cold glass, nothing like she would expect a real man’s cock to feel like, less sure what Michael’s cock would feel like. The bottle began to move, slowly and deliberately between her lips, but never pulled out far enough for her lips to close, never going very deep before it pulled out again. It was as if a man fucked her mouth. When it pulled out, Faith sensed what she had to do next. She read enough books and saw enough movies to have, at least, an idea how to suck a cock; she just never did it. Her tongue slipped out of her mouth as it slowly revolved around the bottle opening. She pulled her tongue back and gulped loudly.

The bottle pulled away, but then, it was back, more determined; the eyes stared at her intently as the neck of the bottle turned sideways against her lips. She surrendered, her tongue slipped out of her lips again; this time, it went down the side of the bottle a couple of inches before it went back up to the opening, but she never removed her tongue from the cold glass bottle. It was so obscene and depraved what she did, as though she licked a cock. Her tongue fluttered over the hole in the bottle before it slid down the side and back up. The bottle turned again, the end of the bottle pushed against her lips until she opened them, the bottle more forceful this time as it penetrated her mouth with a shove until two inches of bottle was in her mouth. It retreated instantly and then thrust back in to repeat it over and over. Her lips stretched around the hard glass bottle as it slid up and down. She gulped, her mouth filled with saliva until the bottle pulled out. Her head pulled away from it, her mouth closed as she swallowed the abundant spit in her mouth.

The bottle was back again, but it didn’t try to enter her mouth. She obeyed by licking the opening of the glass bottle with the tip of her tongue and flutter over it. Her tongue began to rub all over it, until it glistened with her spit in the flickering light, from the very tip all the way down the sides. The bottle pulled away from Faith and slowly lowered back to the table. It was as though it never left, except for the tingle that was still on her lips.

Faith felt something on her shoulders as they pressed down on them, Faith panicked when she realized what it wanted. It was too powerful as she was forced to her knees in front of the black shape. She pushed her hair out of her face, rumpled and out of place and her hands trembled. She stared at what would be the crotch of a man. Then, she saw it; there was no mistake what it was this close up. It was as though part of the black shape pulled it out of the air. It was a cock, a growing cock. She could see the blackness of it run over the shaft as if it were an invisible, black hand. She put her hand over her mouth, her eyes pleaded into the blackness of the evil eyes that stared back at her. “No, please don’t make me do that!” She realized the bottle was used to train her, now she was expected to suck a real cock.

Michael looked down at his naked prey, kneeling so submissively, one of her hands on her naked leg, the other hand next to her head as if she could keep his cock from her mouth. He had seen the way she was with the bottle; all she needed was a little practice and she’d become a great cocksucker. He’d make sure she got the practice she needed.

Faith shook her head no; her hand over her lips tried to protect herself from being penetrated. The blackness swept up and down the cock, Faith unable to stop staring at it, but it grew bigger, much bigger. It moved closer to her, the cock bobbed up and down as it flexed excitedly. Her hair was tugged until the follicles were pulled from her scalp by sheer force to pull her next to it until she felt it touch her face. She was surprised; the flesh was hot as it slid over her lips. She felt the first touch of wetness on her lips. She clenched her lips tight in defiance as the cock painted her lips and rubbed all over her face. It throbbed and jerked as it ran over her silky skin, Faith disgusted that it left a trail of wet, hot juices on her skin. She couldn’t believe how hard and hot it was.

Michael lifted up her chin until she stared into his eyes. It was at that moment he saw the defeat in them. She knelt submissively in front of him as his cock bobbed on her clenched lips. All of a sudden, her lips relented and her tongue slipped out to slide under the bottom of his cock. It made it jump up and down from the magic touch of her tongue and her hot breath that blew on his cock. He struggled not to cry out.

It overcame her within a second. She couldn’t stop it from taking her, even if she wanted it to. She had come here for a story, and this was the type of story she wanted. Hot and excited herself, she succumbed to the desires in her body as much as she hated her own decision. She was being forced to suck a cock. Her lips unclenched and her tongue slipped out of her mouth. She felt the first touch of a cock on her tongue as she rimmed the large, domed head that shuddered each time her tongue touched it. She got her first taste of male cum and grimaced at the salty, thick crème that coated the head of his cock with a glossy sheen. Her tongue explored the head, so smooth, as her tongue touched every inch of it, then it stabbed at the thick ridge around it. The cock sprang up and stood almost upright, the shaft revealed. She had done it to the bottle. Her tongue took a broad swipe up the shaft, able to feel every ridge, bump, and vein on the shaft until she got to the head to lick across it. A drop of precum flooded her mouth with its foul taste as her tongue licked it like a kitten with a saucer of milk. Her tongue ran back down the cock; this time, she found his hairy balls with her tongue. She gagged when a hair was caught on her tongue, but she did the degrading job as she licked the balls and then back up to coat the cock with her hot spit. It was so disgusting, degrading, and exciting all at once. Faith kneeled like a whore to suck a cock.

The cock got more excited and jerked up and down as though it was guided mysteriously. It rubbed all over her face, Faith’s head held up as if she was forced by something. The cock beat on her face; the being used it as a battering ram. Then, it got worse, something forced its way into the corner of her mouth, Faith knew that it was time, her lips opened by sheer force. The cock was ready as it slipped through her lips, and she struggled to fill her lungs one last time. The cock jerked and shuddered in her mouth as if a hand masturbated it, but all Faith could do was try to keep her tongue away from the foul organ. It pulled out for a second to jerk in front of her face. She knew what she had to do as the cock moved back into her mouth, her mouth opened wide. Faith couldn’t believe she let it in her mouth so willingly.

Michael’s cock quivered in her mouth as it jumped when he felt her hot breath and tight lips encase the head. He struggled not to cum, wanting to let her feel all of it in her mouth first. He felt the head of his cock sit on her tongue, but she struggled not to move it, Michael was patient, just the tightness of her lips around the thick ridge was enjoyment enough.

She was frozen in place, her mouth speared by a cock for the very first time, the hot organ sat heavily on her tongue. She tried to slip it out from beneath it, but the minute she moved it, the cock jumped up and hit the roof of her mouth. By the time it bounced back down, her tongue accidently swiped over the thick head and a drop of precum leaked onto her tongue before she could move it away.

He saw her grimace, enjoying the look when his cock leaked onto her tongue. She’d have much more than that in her mouth by the time he was finished with her. He began to move his hips, slightly at first to draw them back until her tight, stretched lips were pulled back by the thick ridge on the head then forward when it threatened to pull loose of the silky lips that caressed it. He could feel his cock run over her tongue as he began to move in her mouth.

Faith couldn’t believe how wide her lips were stretched, how big the cock was, and it still grew. It began to fuck her mouth, the thought of those words sounded so obscene, but it was true. She kneeled submissively, naked with her hands in her lap as her mouth was penetrated by a strange cock, unable to do anything to stop it. Her lips were so sensitive as she felt the bumps, ridges, lumps, and veins when they slid over her lips and into her mouth. Each time her head would go down, she would get a nudge, Faith forced to look back up and see the cock that pierced her mouth. It moved deeper and deeper with each thrust, her forehead furrowed in disgust as the cock slid over her tongue to the deep recesses of her mouth. She felt something touch her hair as if it stroked her like a well-trained pet. The cock slid easily, her spit covered half of the shaft now. It never pulled out of her mouth.

Michael couldn’t believe how talented she was, but he wanted more. He began to move his cock around in her mouth with each thrust, pushing against one cheek then the other; her tongue had no choice but to move. He felt the broad stroke of her tongue on the head of his cock and made it jerk and quiver. He finally pulled his cock out of her mouth to give her a chance to fill her lungs.

She felt the relief when it pulled from her mouth, but she knew her respite was temporary; the cock bobbed up and down on her lower lip. Her nose flared as she sucked in precious air through her nose and mouth, her naked breasts rose and fell as her lungs filled. She could smell his cock, bad enough that she also tasted it. She didn’t know how she survived that long without breathing through her mouth, the cock filled it with its girth. Faith looked up at the cock that eagerly waited to penetrate her mouth once again and felt a pressure on the back of her neck as though she were held.

Michael saw the look in her eyes as her mouth opened once again, Faith knew it was time to take him back in. Her tongue flickered over the tip of his cock, thick drops of milky cum dripped onto her waiting tongue. He forced his cock into her mouth to push the drops of cum along her tongue and coat it. She shook her head in disgust, but his hips already drove it in and out with regularity, her tight lips clenched around it like a rubber band that slid up and down his shaft.

Her head rocked back and forth, each time his hot flesh pierced her mouth, and the thick head slid easily over her tongue to the back of her mouth. He was so big, Faith afraid of how much she could take before she would be forced to choke and gag on it. It moved faster as it slid over her lips with such speed. She was afraid that it got too excited, afraid of her worst fears that it would cum in her mouth. She pulled her mouth off it in fear, but the cock continued to spear her face in anger, the hard head of the cock smashed into her eyes and face. It finally slowed down, but the shaft slowly moved up and down her lips until Faith feared for her safety. She opened her mouth and let it enter, this time almost sideways to push out one cheek until it couldn’t go any farther. It was like it was a giant toothbrush in her mouth, but this one leaked its foul-tasting juices everywhere.

Faith felt relief when it pulled out of her mouth again, but her lips were painted with the thick crème as it left. “No more,” she cried out as she shook her head in defiance, but her hands were submissively between her legs, not willing to stop it as it moved forward once again into her mouth. Her lips parted, opened wide as it pushed back into her reluctant mouth. It began its familiar thrusting, this time Faith’s tongue began to move over it. It was as though she was expected to make him cum with her mouth and tongue. She could feel the thick ridge slide over her lips each time, but it never pulled completely out, each time it built up power to thrust back in. The longer it stayed in her mouth, the faster it slid as it pumped in and out. The movements became frenzied, and then, he pulled out of her mouth. It was only an inch from her lips as though it waited. She knew what had to be done, her tongue licked over the head to lap up the salty paste of precum that coated it; her tongue flicked up and down the shaft as the cock jerked excitedly from her oral touch. Once it was slick with her spit, she took it back in.

Michael began to stroke her with long, slow thrusts as her tongue played all over it like a musical instrument. He could feel her muscles contract in her throat as he went deeper and Faith tried to keep it out. Then, he was rewarded.

“GGLUUBB!” It hit the back of her mouth with unexpected force, the pressure on the back of her head held her pinned as the massive, blunt head of the cock tried to fill the tiny opening to her throat. She gulped, her stomach turned as she choked, her mouth filled with the thick flesh of a cock. She struggled, feeling powerless to stop it, her mouth filled, her throat almost breached. Will it enter my throat? She felt the relief as it pulled away from the opening to her throat; her tongue went to work on it as she lathered it up and swished all over the head in spite of the cum that her tongue forced out. The tip of her tongue lashed out at the very tip as she kept the mushroom head of the cock in her mouth to coax out the thick, salty paste, but it was better than being throat fucked. She’d never be able to take such a monster down her throat without suffocating, not sure the being would care if she died as he was already.

She did everything she could to please it with her mouth and tongue, everything to make it cum. It pulled out of her mouth, but it sat only an inch from her face, the pressure on the back of her head increased to keep her pinned in place. Then, she heard the swish, as though a blackened hand stroked it. Is it masturbating, holding me close so it could cum on my face? She panicked once again as the final moments drew near and tried to draw away.

Michael kept her pinned as he masturbated his cock in front of her face. He needed to cum, and as delightful as her mouth was, his hand was needed for the final touch. His balls ached to release his pent-up cum. He could feel the tingle in his balls grow stronger, and then, it struck him suddenly. He pulled her onto his waiting cock, her mouth forced open by sheer force. The surprised look in her eyes was priceless as she realized what was going to happen. He was sure she’d never sucked a cock before until it had climaxed in her mouth.

It hugged her close until she felt the hot flesh of its cock force apart her lips. She struggled with the realization of her fate once her mouth was penetrated, her head thrown forward and back as the head of the cock grew bigger in her mouth. She knew enough about cocks to know that it would cum, and with her lips wrapped tightly around it and her head held tight, she had no choice. She choked when the first jet of cum shot into her mouth to cover her tongue with a thick coat of hot cum. Some of it shot to the back of her mouth until she choked when it tried to go down into her belly. She could taste it fill her mouth, another jet shot out until her cheeks began to balloon from the copious fluids that came out.

“CCCOUGH, CCCCUFFF!” The cock pulled from her mouth and Faith gagged and choked on the mouthful of cum that it left behind. It was as though everything was coated with a thick layer of cum–her teeth, her gums, her tongue, and her lips. She could see the cock inches from her lips, white, milky cum leaked out the head as it continued to spill its juices. She gagged again, cum leaked from her lips and down her chin as she tried to spit out the foul stuff. Her eyes were filled with tears, her mouth tried to contend with the overabundance of cum, but Faith found the wet head of the cock slide back through her lips again. “No more,” she cried out, but the cock muffled her protest. The cockhead was stuffed through her lips, and then, she felt more cum shoot out, not in powerful jets but dripped out profusely onto her unwilling tongue. Her head held tight, and all she could do was please the cock with the gentle movement of her lips back and forth over the head as more and more cum filled her mouth. It was so profuse, where did it all come from?

Michael felt such pleasure as Faith sucked his cock with such expertise, her lips drew out the cum as his climax continued forever. He grabbed her head, felt the delight as his cock slid deeper inside and leak cum on the tongue that greeted it. His balls ached from cumming so long, but he refused to stop dripping in her skilled mouth.

Finally, it began to pull out of her mouth, Faith able to spit out the shrinking cock, but it rubbed the wet cum all over her face. She was finally able to back away from it, her head thrown back, her mouth opened wide as she coughed. She had no choice, feeling the thick, hot cum slowly run down into her gullet and belly. She shook her head from side to side, as she gagged repeatedly. Her hand tried to wipe her face, but all it did was smear the abundant cum all over until she could feel it cool and dry on her sensitive skin. Then, she felt the pressure on the back of her neck and her head was forced down onto the wet, slick cock. She opened her mouth and felt the semi-erect cock slip through her lips to coat them with more cum as it moved over her tongue to the back of her mouth. She couldn’t believe that it wasn’t finished, her tongue washed over the cock as she bathed up the salty cum. It made her suck it once again, her head pushed back and forth on it. Then, just as abruptly, it left her mouth. She gulped one last time, but nothing could take the taste of salty cum that filled her mouth away.

Michael was finished with her, his cock satisfied, and moved out of the way. He saw Faith begin to stand up, and then, he saw the shock on her face when she saw it.

She was glad it was over and needed to clean her mouth, but nothing could take away the disgust of the cum that sat heavily in her belly. The cock moved away from her; Faith began to stand up and stretch her cramped muscles. The cock moved away from her as it floated across the room until she couldn’t see it any longer. Then, the pressure was on the back of her neck again that forced her back onto her knees. She looked up to see what it was and cried out in shock and despair. “NO! NO! Not again!” There was another cock in her face, but this one was hard and demanding. It cared little that her lips and mouth were coated with the cum of another, her lips penetrated with a single thrust. This one was skinnier, but it seemed to go on forever. It moved with a new vitality. Tears fell from her eyes as she was forced to suck another cock. Another load of cum was destined for her belly. She kneeled shamefully, but her tongue went to work on it, Faith knew that she wouldn’t be free until she made it cum in her mouth or on her face.

This one at least was quicker, but the cock banged against her throat too many times as it grew longer. If she didn’t hurry and make it cum, she feared that her throat would be pierced. She licked, sucked and played with it as best as she could. It was only minutes before it began to shoot in her mouth unexpectedly.

“GGGULLP, GGLLOUGH!” She swallowed load after load; the cock never left her mouth until she had drained its balls of its load. At least this cock wasn’t as thick, but it was more copious. It wiped its cock on her face before it faded off into the distance. She sobbed now, unable to get up right away as she struggled to come to grips with the multiple blowjobs that she’d performed. This was her first time, and already she had sucked two different cocks.

Faith felt the hot flesh of a cock on her cheek as it jerked in excitement as soon as it touched her skin. She sobbed louder, but her head already lifted to greet the new cock that demanded entrance to her mouth and her skills to bring it off. How many of them are there? Will I ever make them all cum? This cock was different from the other two, not as long as the last one, not as hard as the first. It was as if it were aged, slightly wrinkled as it slid through her lips but every bit as determined to get its pleasure from her mouth. Her tongue was tired, her lips covered with drying cum, her belly gurgled with it too, but Faith tried to suck this cock just as she did the others, with all the enthusiasm she could muster. The pressure on her head guided her, back and forth, faster or slower, it made her perform, made her suck the cock with only one thought, the pleasure of cumming in her mouth.

The last one sprayed her face with the hot cum, but before it was finished, the shrinking cock raked up the blobs of cum on her face and pushed them into her mouth until Faith swallowed more of the hot cum. She was thankful when it moved away, no more cocks for her to contend with. It took a while until she could get up and put on her robe just as the lights came back on. She saw her reflection in the mirror. There was no doubt of the reality of the beings that mouth fucked her. Her face was covered in a shiny coat of drying cum, and she couldn’t rid her mouth of the taste or her belly of the gallons of cum that sat heavily in there.





Chapter 8


Bound and Taken, Finally!




Faith took another long, hot bath but not before she brushed her teeth so many times that her gums began to bleed. Nothing could get the taste of cum from her mouth, not the brushing, not the two bottles of water she drank, nothing. She went to bed that night with the lingering taste of cum in her mouth, and her belly gurgled from the loads of cum.

The morning brought the sun and the taste in her mouth was different, the taste no longer so bad, the thought of the degrading acts she performed not so shameful. It was probably because Faith was horny again. She had serviced three beings’ cocks in her mouth and satisfied them, but she was left unfulfilled. If only the three beings would have taken her orally and satisfied her with their mouths and tongues.

She decided to take a trip out into the woods once again. She still had the vision of the girl being taken against her will on the altar in the small church. She wondered if she were forever destined to be taken repeatedly. Would there be no peace for her? Faith wondered if she could do something to help her. She didn’t know what, but she had to try.

She wore her jeans and a sweater. It didn’t take long to get to the small chapel once again. It was as though she was continually drawn to the spot, as if she had a destiny with it. She saw the gravestones and wondered if those that were buried there were unsettled. She walked into the decaying chapel and felt the coldness in the room. It was so quiet, not a sound heard, not a bird, nothing. It was as though nothing alive was here. She looked at the decaying altar, but the vision of the girl bound on it didn’t appear in her head.

“SSSLLAMM!”

She jumped as one of the two large doors in the front slammed shut. It took a large wind to blow it close, but as she moved toward it, the outside air was silent and there wasn’t a rustle of anything outside. As she walked outside, she heard it. It started as a soft moan far in the distance, but then, it started to grow louder. It came from the other side of the cemetery where the trees were dense. She walked carefully down the rotted stairs and moved slowly toward the sound. It grew louder as it grew darker. The trees grew thicker, but most were dead or dying. They still blocked out the sun. There was nothing on the ground except decaying leaves and dirt. She went around the rusted iron fence of the cemetery until she saw it. She hadn’t noticed it before, too far back and in the darkness. It was a crypt. It once stood stately and proud, but age had taken its toll on it. The moans came from inside. She stood at the doorway.

“Release her!” She yelled out loudly, breaking the stillness of the forest.

The moan grew louder. It was the sound of a woman in torment.

“I said release her!” Faith yelled out more adamantly. Then, she heard it. The whoosh in the air and the dirt blew up from the ground.

“Why do you torment her?” She looked at the door and saw her. It was the same girl she saw before. She was pushed to the entrance of the crypt. Her arms were behind her back, probably tied by the way her breasts were pushed out. Her blouse was torn so one of her bare breasts hung out. Her skirt was in tatters and one leg was naked almost all the way up. There was a dark mist on both sides of her that pinned her between them. Faith saw that she was about the same age as her. “Release her from your hell!” She yelled it out boldly to them.

Faith heard the voice in her head. It was deep and demanding. “Come in and take her place if you want her released.”

The moans grew louder as if she was in pain. Faith could see the look of anguish on her face. She’d suffered enough. Faith knew she had to help her. She walked over to the entrance to the crypt. Just then, Faith saw the girl pushed out the doorway. She fell to the ground and rolled to her side, her arms bound behind her could do little to break the fall. She cried out in pain, but she bolted upright as if she got a burst of energy and began to run for the woods. Her body grew dimmer the farther she got away until all there was a mist that finally faded into the air. She was gone. She had got away. Faith contemplated doing the same thing, but she wasn’t sure if she could get away from the apparitions that hung in the doorway. She was afraid of what would happen if she ran away, almost as afraid of what would happen if she went inside.

She didn’t have a chance to make up her mind; it was made for her. The two clouds became four, and they grew thicker. She felt her body pressed between them. She felt something substantial, not just a cloud, but also a presence that she could feel. Suddenly, she was hurled into the room and the thick iron doors at the entrance slammed shut with such urgency. She slid to the floor and was unhurt, though she was scared at the hostility of the apparitions. She looked around the room. It was so clean, the walls white as if just painted. The floor was a white marble that glistened. One wall was covered with doors that held the ashes of the departed, but the other walls were more sinister. There were iron rings that hung from high up with chains dangling down from them. The chains were rusted but black and sturdy looking. The other walls were covered with more chains and iron rings, spaced at different heights. In the center of the room was a large block of granite. It was over three feet long and wide. All around it was a circle of iron rings bolted into the floor. Piles of chains littered one side of the room, all of the chains curled into neat piles. Next to the chains was a large wooden box, with black iron hinges and slats that held the box together. It was closed. How could the room be so clean and well cared for while the chapel and all around it was such old and decrepit? Were they waiting for me?

She tried to get up, but the clouds moved towards her and surrounded her. She couldn’t move, trapped by the thick, cold air. She began to fight but found it useless. She could barely raise her arms as she found herself being dragged across the cold, hard floor toward the large block of granite. It felt strange, as though she was weightless and floated in the air. There was nothing between her and the floor except the thick cloud, yet she didn’t fall. She moved over the block and hovered above it for the briefest of seconds. It was as though they were deciding what to do with her. She panicked when her arms were pulled over her head and pulled toward the floor behind the block. Her body was lowered until her back and then the top of her backside pushed against the block of granite, but she was lowered gently. She was forced to arch her back, as her arms were pulled much lower than the rest of her body.

The sound of chains rattling filled the silence of the room. Faith saw them slither across the floor as if they were snakes, not inanimate objects. They knew where they were going, sliding through the two rings bolted to the floor above her head and moved toward her outstretched arms. Faith tried to pull her hands away from them but found she couldn’t move them. It was as if they were pinned to the floor. There were two heavy iron cuffs on the end of the chain. Her wrists were pinned to the floor by something that felt heavy and then the iron cuffs slowly encircled her wrists. She struggled to move them away but was unsuccessful. It took a minute, but then, she felt the tightness around her wrists and the unmistakable clang as the cuffs locked tight. The chains slithered along the floor until her arms were stretched high above her head.

She knew what would happen next. The heaviness that pushed her body onto the marble block was gone, but now, it moved down to her legs. They pinned her ankles to the floor as more chains slithered across the floor to go through the ring. She felt the iron cuffs slide over her feet and tighten on her ankles. They clanged loudly when they locked.

The room began to get brighter, candles danced in the air; each one was lit as if by magic. They were black candles, and the fire glowed hot on the end of each one. By the time the last one was lit, there were at least twenty of them that danced high in the air. But, they didn’t move, as if they waited for something or someone.

The voice in her head was back, harsh and demanding, but this time, it had an evil laugh to it. “Spread her legs. Wide, I want her split up the middle and open for me.”

The chains clattered as they slid across the floor. The weight was off her ankles, but even as she tried to struggle, the chains were more powerful. Her legs were slowly and meticulously spread wider and wider. She was afraid that they wouldn’t stop before they split her up the middle. She groaned as her crotch ached from the wide spread of her legs. She didn’t know why her jeans didn’t tear.

The four thick clouds moved about her body. They grew thicker and each went to one of her limbs. She felt them touch her, soft, but a cold touch that made her skin shiver. It was as though the clouds began to take shape, small bursts of cloud moved out from the center, five of them on each one. Then, it grew thicker and thicker as it stretched out. She could see them take shape into arms, but each one had five fingers at the ends. She could feel them touch her skin. They were cold and clammy, not the hot flesh of a man’s hand. She heard tearing, unable to look behind her, but she could feel it. Her sweater began to pull apart and so did her jeans. It was as though they had supernatural strength, even the jean fabric tore with such ease. Her sweater bunched around her neck, but then, it was gone. It flew through the air behind her. Her jeans were next, not even the belt could withstand the power. She shivered as they pulled free, leaving her in her bra and panties. She could see the clouds better as the arms took shape, all the way down to the fingers with fingernails, but these were sharp and pointed. They looked sharp as razors. Was that why my sweater and jeans was ripped off so easily? She cringed and sucked in her stomach as two of them moved to her bra. She feared the fingernails as they slid under the bottom band of her bra. She could feel the sharp nail touch her skin, and then, they sliced up, cutting each cup in half and pushing it aside. They moved to the straps and sliced them. Her bra hung on each side of her, but they cared little now. Her breasts were bared to them. One of the clouds moved to her panties; cold fingers slid up her inner thigh until it got to her crotch. The finger poked her crotch as a fingernail dug into the lip of her pussy. “OOOWW!” She cried out, knowing it did it on purpose. It took only seconds for the fragile material of her panties to be ripped away. Her mound was naked, and with the spread of her legs, her pussy lips were pulled back wide exposing the hot inner lips to the chill of the cold air.

The dark, thick clouds separated now that she was bound and stripped naked, unable to defend herself. Her body was bent so that she was forced to arch painfully until her pussy was the highest point.

The clouds floated up toward the candles, but the four clouds split into eight and then split to sixteen before they stopped. Each one hovered near a candle. The candles were thick, but as the flames flickered at the tips, it melted the wax, and it slowly drew down the sides of each candle. She saw four of the candles that hovered over her upper body begin to tilt but stopped when the flame flickered on the side of the candle and melted it. The river of molten wax began to grow thicker and slid easily down the side of the candle, but now, the sheer volume of it made it drip off. Faith could see the thick black wax fall. Her body cringed when she figured out it would hit her, fearing where it would land.

The first drops found the top of her breasts, but the candles moved as if they sought out a bigger target. It was a long way for the molten wax to fly before it found her flesh. She expected it to be more painful than it was, but that didn’t diminish the pain she felt when it splattered on her tender skin. The drops began to move as the candles moved. They all began to converge and her nipple knew. It began to swell up as though it welcomed the hot wax, but Faith wasn’t as accepting, especially when the four candles began to move lower and bring the molten wax closer to its targets.

“OOowwww,” she cried out as the trail of wax moved closer to her nipples and the wax grew hotter on her flesh. It burned her areola with an intensity that shot to the depths of her breasts, but the wax continued its journey, undeterred by her cries or her fruitless struggle to move away. Her nipples stood up so hard and throbbing, making them easy targets as the wax moved closer to them.

“OOOWWW!” Her nipples were encircled by hot wax that slowly cooled, but more drops on top kept the warmth around her nipples. “EEEEHHH!” Two drops simultaneously hit the tips of her nipples with hot, molten wax. It felt like knives stabbed into the sensitive tips with such ferocity. The candles didn’t let up, more wax covered her nipples until they were encased it a hot, tight blanket. They burned, but not as painful now when the wax got thicker. She found her nipples never lost their luster, still hard and throbbing.

The other candles began to move over her body, running down her belly to leave black tracks of hot wax. Others moved up her legs, and she knew where they would meet. She squirmed, but it didn’t do any good. The trails of wax were converging, and the candles began to go lower the closer they got to their target. The pain intensified, especially when it met her soft inner thighs. She felt the warm wax stick to her skin as it continued to move higher. She could feel the cold air of the clouds on her hot inner lips and knew she was exposed too vividly. Her pussy was wet, and she didn’t know why. She should shrink away from the hot wax, but she almost welcomed it. She was still horny and even the touch of hot wax on her pussy aroused her.

The first of the candles to reach her pussy moved to the side and found her puffy outer lips, both sides attacked with the hot molten wax. Farther down, the trail of wax found the soft flesh where her legs met her torso. It stung as the wax sealed against her skin. The pain was less intense as the thickness of drying wax covered her skin, but the candles continued to seek out fresh, untouched flesh.

“OOOWWWW!” The pain was intense, but so was something else, the pleasure. The wax found the edge of her pussy lips. It burned on the puffy flesh of her outer lip but also found the soft, pink flesh of her inner lips with such intensity. Was it my imagination or could I hear the hiss of the hot wax hitting wet flesh? It moved up and down her slit, on both sides. She felt some of it drip down her inner lips, but the hot intensity was gone, just a warmth that covered her flesh. The candles moved closer together, at least ten of them. They moved up and down her slit, and now, there was no escape. She cried out as the hot wax singed her wet inner lips in a blanket of thick wax. The pain was intense, but it quickly went away. It moved until it covered all of her pussy, almost all of it. It stopped short at the top and the bottom. She didn’t know why. She anticipated the touch in those two spots, but she was discouraged when it moved away.

The clouds above began to move downward; two of them without candles descended between her legs. She felt the shiver of coldness that touched her pussy, not sure how it felt, her pussy went from cool and wet to hot from wax. She could see the clouds taking thicker shape, going from gray to a black. She shivered when something touched her, something cold and clammy. She felt the pressure as it slid between her pussy lips, brushing aside the hardening wax to expose her inner flesh once again. She welcomed the touch on the opening of her pussy, in spite of the unnatural coldness. It was as though it forced her pussy to clench tight, but the touch became harsher, pushing against her shrinking muscles to force its way inside. It wasn’t like a finger or a cock. The mass that touched her moved, growing bigger and changing shapes at will. Her pussy muscles fought off the unnatural invasion but could do nothing to stop it from pushing deeper inside her. Her insides curled around the mass, wanting anything inside her, in spite of the coldness that made her muscles shrink in fear. It began to move inside her, but it grew bigger, thicker as it bore into the depths of her pussy. It was as though it found every inch of her pussy and was destined to fill it, to stretch it to accommodate it. She feared that it would stretch her too much, but that didn’t stop the tremors of excitement that overtook her body. It began to move, slowly back and forth as though it exerted no effort to do it. She tested it, clenching her muscles onto it, but it still move relentlessly back and forth.

Then, she felt another touch on the top of her slit. It sought out her pleasure button. The coldness of its touch made her clit shrink away, but it was relentless in its pursuit. She felt the touch get harder as though it encased her clit and pushed to the base to squeeze it. Her clit swelled with blood as another touch of coldness swept across the tip of it to rub it back and forth. She couldn’t stop the way it grew harder and bigger. Then, a candle hovered over it. It froze in place as her clit was gripped tighter as if it held it so it couldn’t escape. “NNNNOOO,” she cried out in panic as the candle began to tilt. It was as if in slow motion as the wax slid down the side of the candle. It hung in a long drip for the longest of seconds and then fell. It splattered onto her erect clit with a loud thud, but nothing was as loud as her shrill cry. Just at the moment that hot, molten wax sealed her clit, the cold object in her pussy began to move with such vigor. It was as though she was being fucked by a very large cock. Her insides were stretched around it, and she clenched onto it as if she could give it pleasure. It was as though her body was given such exquisite pleasure and excruciating pain at the same time.

Her clit covered in wax was a one-time thing, but the object in her pussy was continuous. It was as though it had such stamina, fucking her relentlessly with no motive in mind. Could I be fucked to death? She felt the wax brushed off her clit, and then, the cold touch returned, this time gentle, but the coldness and the dryness made it feel much harsher than a gentle finger. Her clit was already sensitive from the hot wax that singed it, but the cold touch continued to rub over her clit with such precision. She found herself growing aroused.

She looked up, and a cloud descended down on her face. It felt like she put her head into a freezer as it encased her in the dense cloud so she could no longer see. It touched her skin, but the cloud grew thicker as it touched her lips. She opened her mouth to protest when she figured out its purpose, but it was too later. Something entered her lips, and as she tried to close her mouth in defiance, she found herself unable to do it. Instead, something filled her mouth, just as it filled her pussy. Her cheeks ballooned and her tongue was forced to the bottom by the thickness. She knew what would happen next and wasn’t surprised when it began to move rhythmically in her mouth. It mouth fucked her. Her lips were stretched wide, and it moved insistently back and forth until it pushed to the back of her mouth and jammed against her throat. She feared she’d be choked by it, but it moved back out and then back in. She tasted something, not sure what it was, but it was thick and permeated every place in her mouth. It was salty. Her mouth and pussy was reamed out, but the clouds weren’t finished. Something touched her anus, and the coldness sent the muscles of her anal ring to clench tight in response, but like the other clouds, it took mass and fought her every bit of resistance. She couldn’t stop the gradual stretching of her anal ring as the thickening cloud began to penetrate her. It didn’t take long before she felt the cold mass inside her rectum.

She couldn’t believe it. All three of her holes were filled, yet she didn’t have a cock inside her. They were all alive inside her, moving in and out relentlessly as the pleasure began to build in her body. The one that rubbed her clit found her responding to the touch. She didn’t know how long she could hold out or if she wanted to. She was afraid that even if she came, the clouds would continue to work her over.

“Cum for me.” The voice in her head didn’t need to tell her the obvious. She couldn’t hold back if she tried. It felt like her head exploded as her clit did. It was continually rubbed and made her orgasm last forever. Her pussy clenched on the unforgiving stretching of the mass inside her, but she wouldn’t feel the jets of cum fill her. The only reminder of a man’s cock was the salty taste in her mouth.

She was exhausted by the time the pleasure was wrung from her body. The clouds that were inside began to dissipate. They didn’t pull out; it was as though they were never there. The coldness in the room began to go away and the warmth from the outside began to fill the room. She felt looseness in her arms and legs, and when she tried to move them, she found they were no longer secured to the chains. Her back creaked as she stood up. She looked down at the chains on the floor. They were rusted and fragile. The bright white floor was covered in a layer of dust and leaves, the walls blackened with stains. She looked for her clothes, but they were nowhere to be found.

It was as nothing had happened, except she was naked. She had to get back to her house and hoped no one would see her. She walked fast, but she had to be careful where she walked with no shoes. As she started to walk away, she heard the soft voice in her head. “Thank you for saving me,” the girl whispered and then was gone.

Faith made it home and took a bath. She expected to find wax on her body, but there was none. Not a bit. She was dirty, but it was from the walk home naked. It was as though nothing happened, but she knew something did. Some of her arousal was gone. She knew she had an orgasm, but she was left unfulfilled. She needed a cock to satisfy her. She went downstairs.

It was time to order more food, but Faith’s cell phone still refused to find a connection. She’d have to go into town.

It didn’t take very long to get to the general store. As soon as the bell on the door of the general store rang her arrival, James greeted her.

“Morning. What can I help you with?” James felt the familiar stirring in his pants, the same as last time when she came in. She was a hot woman.

This time, she had her list. She handed it to him. “Still can’t get my damn cell phone to work except when I least expect it. Can Jessie deliver them today?” She needed to continue exploring the house, not only to find another room but, hopefully, to find Michael and be fucked by him. She just hoped she wouldn’t have to take him in her mouth; today, she wanted her satisfaction. Faith turned and was confronted by Jessie; James had already begun to fill the list.

“I’ll be there as soon as it’s ready to go, Faith.” He felt more comfortable with her, as though they were long-lost friends. As he moved past her, his hand slid lightly across her ass as if by accident.

“Thanks,” she smiled at the young boy as his eyes feasted over her body. He was no different from the other men in this town. She felt something on her ass. Was it an accident, or did Jessie just try to swipe a cheap feel? She swung her ass as she walked out the door, sure that both of them looked out the window as she got into the car, sorry that they were on the wrong side when Faith showed a lot of leg as she climbed into the front seat. She often flaunted her body when she was horny.

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She heard the truck pull into the driveway about twenty minutes after she got home. She had changed her clothes and put on her dress with the nylons and garter belt. She unbuttoned the first two buttons until a generous amount of cleavage showed. She’d tease Jessie when he came in with the groceries.

Jessie grabbed the groceries from the back of the truck, including the case of cold water that he had just traded with the stranger. No money changed hands this time; Jessie was promised more than money. The stranger seemed to know exactly what would happen as though he orchestrated the whole thing.

Faith stood in the open doorway, not wanting to miss the look on Jessie’s face when he saw her. She wasn’t disappointed; his jaw dropped, his eyes opened wide as they scanned her body from the tip of her head all the way down to the heels that graced her feet. “Put them down on the counter. You’re such a strong man.” She didn’t want to insult him by calling him a boy.

Jessie put the boxes on the counter along with the cold water. His cock was hard and bulged in his pants, but he didn’t care. The stranger had told him about the water, a combination relaxant and aphrodisiac. He looked at her. Faith looked sexy and horny. He grabbed one of the bottles of water, so cold that the outside was covered in condensation. He walked bravely up to her to look down the front of her dress shamefully. “The water is almost frozen, it’s so cold. You should try one now.”

She stood only inches from Jessie and saw his eyes look down the front of her dress; the thin slip did little more than cradle her naked breasts in a soft blanket of silk. She saw the bottle of water, the outside covered in cold sweat. She shivered as it moved closer to her, but she didn’t make a move to stop him; Faith didn’t know why she didn’t. “EEEEHHH,” she hissed as the cold bottle was pressed in her cleavage like a cock ready to tit fuck her. Her nipples sprang to life and swelled up as if they reached out to touch the frigid bottle.

“Cold, isn’t it?” His hand pushed the bottle between the twin peaks that were partially bared to his eyes and gazed down the front of her dress until he saw the unmistakably hard nipples sprout up like spring flowers that bloomed from the cold. He saw her chest heave up and down, but her hands remained at her sides. She didn’t do a thing to stop him. He twisted the bottle on her warm flesh as beads of cold sweat dripped down her naked cleavage. Jessie wished he could tear off her dress and lick away the cold water from her naked breasts.

“BBRRR,” she shivered, Jessie finally pulled the cold bottle from her breasts, but her hands clenched at her sides when the bottle was moved to the front of her dress. It was easy to find them, her nipples jutted out obscenely. The cold bottle burned them to greater hardness, but Jessie moved them back and forth, as he teased them and the cold throbbed to the depths of her breasts.

He finally pulled the bottle away. “Here you go, enjoy it while it’s cold.” Jessie wished he could suck her nipples while they were cold.

She took the bottle from his hand and felt how cold it was, but it was the way his fingers brushed across her hard and sensitive nipples that made her shiver. Did I imagine this? He’s only a boy, but there was no doubt the way her nipples tingled. “I better put the groceries away.”

“Mind if I have a bottle of water before I leave, I got warm with all this work.” Jessie took a chance with the water, though he doubted whether he needed anything to make him any hornier than he was.

“Of course, you’re such a help.” She handed him a five-dollar bill as a tip. Jessie took it, but his eyes were on her tits. She turned her back to him and went about putting the groceries away, but she could feel his eyes on her, especially her ass. She should feel insulted and degraded, but it just made her hornier.

Jessie watched her until she dropped a bag of rice on the floor with a thud. She began to bend over to pick it up. Jessie moved next to her before she fully bent over. “You don’t want to hurt your back bending over like that. You better kneel down to pick it up.”

She felt his hand on her back as she bent over. She almost expected it to smooth over her ass; but instead, she felt the pressure increase on her back and then his words. The rice wasn’t that heavy to pick up, but his hand was insistent, Faith found her body pushed to the floor just like the other night when she was forced to suck three cocks. This was different; her knees hit the floor before she knew what happened. He didn’t stop pushing until she was on her hands and knees. It was doggy style, and Jessie loomed over her.

“You certainly are a pretty thing,” Jessie eyed her ass pushed out so provocatively. He pushed down on her back a little more as his other hand ran over her ass. “Arch up,” he instructed her, surprised when her back arched and her ass pushed up higher.

She couldn’t believe what he did to her, posing her like a whore on the floor, and she let him. Her ass rose up as if by itself even as she felt Jessie’s hand run over her cheeks with immunity. She didn’t even stop him when she felt her dress slide up her legs. She knew her panties, garter belt, and nylons were revealed. It was only a second before she felt a hand between her legs that touched her bare thighs. He tapped them until she knew what she had to do and she spread her legs obediently for his hand to caress her flesh. Her pussy gushed her juices.

He couldn’t believe she wore a garter belt and nylons. He’d never seen such a thing before. It was so sexy, as though they were built to outline her ass and pussy for his eyes. He couldn’t stop himself; his hands moved between her legs until she willingly parted them so he could rub the soft, succulent flesh of her inner thighs. They were so silky and smooth, the touch of his hand on her luscious flesh made his cock jerked in excitement. He saw her turn her head and stare at him, a look of amazement on her face as though she tried to figure out why she did this. He knew that he shouldn’t try to push it any farther, but he couldn’t resist. His hand slid up between her legs, and he felt her damp, hot pussy. His fingers clenched on her sex. He squeezed until her ass rode up higher, her thighs clamped tight as though she didn’t want him to move his hand away. He finally pulled his hand out from between her legs and stood back up, her dress still hung on her back as her almost-naked ass peeked out. He could see where his fingers had pushed into her mound, the sharp divide of her slit revealed along with her shameful wetness. “Let me help you up, Faith.” He was such a gentleman as he held out his hand as she got up and her dress fell back down to cover her ass. He saw the flush on her face as she stood before him; her hands held the elusive bag of rice.

“Thank you,” she said, but she wasn’t sure that was appropriate since she could still feel his hands on her body, especially between her legs. I must be going crazy, imagining all of this or wishing for it.

He waited for a few minute to finish his bottle of water, but as she moved around the kitchen, his hand was always out to brush across her ass or her tits. Her hard nipples never went away. “See you next week, Faith.” He hoped next week would be even better as he left her alone.

She put the groceries away and sat down to drink the bottle of water, her body flushed and excited. What just happened? Was I that horny that I let him touch me and pose me, or was it my imagination that I’d wished he would? It took half an hour before she could collect herself. She needed to do something about her arousal. It was either Michael or solo masturbation; either way, she’d get her satisfaction soon.

She began her exploration of the house once again. She went down the hallway until she came to the library, the bookcase still open and the secret room nestled in the darkness. Should I go back, strap myself back into the evil device and let Michael finish what he started with my ass? He had penetrated her there, but only into her rectum. He never sodomized her or came in her ass. She was so horny that she’d even welcome that. No, she needed to move on, to see what else Michael had done to young women he brought to the house. She left the room and went down the hall to take a right, the hallway dark. She shined the flashlight down the littered hallway, almost afraid that some animal would jump out in front of her. She began to open the doors to the rooms, slowly, never sure what waited for her behind the door.

The first room was a bedroom, nothing out of the ordinary, except for the fact that every time Faith saw a bed, she had this image of how a woman could be tied and spread on it. She was sure that Michael had prevailed himself on bound women in the house before, taking them when their resistance was futile. What would it feel like to be bound naked and spread, a blindfold on my eyes, unable to see my tormentor, only able to feel him as his cock took me anywhere and everywhere he desired?

She went from room to room, all of them bedrooms, the furniture similar, but nothing sinister about any of them. It took her about an hour to check all the rooms in the hall, nothing found of importance unless she’d missed something. There was one room left at the end of the hallway. It had a large double door; Faith figured it was a master bedroom. The door handle was tarnished, the proud wooden doors now soiled and peeled, the wood splintered. As the door opened, it creaked noisily; a breeze blew out dust as it opened. She shined the light around the room to look for the bed, but there was none. It was almost like a living room, a small area of chairs and table in the center. They all faced a blank wall, a single picture of a naked girl as she kneeled on a chair, with her back to the artist, her legs slightly parted. Her upper body was bent over the back of the chair, her ass arched up for all to see. Her silky red hair ran down her back and partly over her naked buttocks, parted enough so that the delicious crack between her cheeks was revealed. A pert, young breast was partially visible as the girl turned her head toward the artist, a look of excitement and fear in her eyes.

Faith couldn’t understand the attraction the occupants in the chairs would have on the single picture or the blank wall. She moved further into the room so she could investigate more. She shined the flashlight on the kerosene lamp on the table. She struck a match, surprised when the wick began to sputter and light the darkness of the room; the flame began to flicker with an eerie light.

There had to be something else in this room. It was so out of place, the rest of the hallway contained bedrooms, yet this room was set up as if it were built to showcase something, and with Michael’s track record, it could only be naked women that submitted to his perverse pleasure. Faith was sure that she could find it; she needed to find something in hope she could lure Michael out. She walked the walls and pulled on anything in hope a secret door would open like the other room, but she always came up empty handed. She made her way to the blank wall with the single picture. Then, it dawned on her, how simplistic. She touched the picture frame, trying to pull it off the wall, but it was as though it was nailed to the wall at all four corners, not the top like a normal painting. She grabbed both sides of the picture at the bottom and tried to turn it. It gave like a rusty screw, but Faith grunted and used all her strength, a loud creak and the picture began to turn as if it were on a pivot. Not only did the picture turn, but also the wall began to creak from one side. Faith suddenly found the wall move from one side to the other. She released the picture, but the wall continued to slide open. It was as though the other end of the room was swallowed up into the depths.

The room was dark, but as the wall slid away, the lamp shined its light on the contents. It was everything she hoped it would be and more; fear and excitement gripped her body. The wall slipped away to reveal another evil device, though she hadn’t figured out this one yet, but her pussy was already wet, her nipples hardened as though Michael was already in the room and he watched her.

In the center of the room was a low wooden beam, about four feet wide, supported on both ends by stands, iron bolts secured it to the beam and to the floor. The wood was stained with age, roughhewn wood, but the center was covered in leather, worn and cracked from age, and it looked like it was pillowed from beneath. On the floor, parallel to the center beam was a wooden track, blocks of wood shaped to slide on the track, in front and back of the main beam. The center of the blocks was hollowed out and the inside was ringed with leather. Faith knew these were destined to contain arms and legs, the tracks made it possible to spread them wide with immunity, the victim unable to stop the evil device from taking the limbs to extreme positions. The device cared little for the victim’s pain or discomfort, only built to serve the pleasure of those that watched. If Faith put her body into the device, she’d be bent over, her arms and legs pinned to the floor, her ass forced up high by the beam of wood. She would be open from the back, more so if her legs were spread obscenely. There would be no way she could stop anyone that took her in the pussy or her ass. With her ass forced up so high, it would allow for deep penetration of her ass this time.

She knew she’d get in the device and let her body be bound; somehow, she knew that she’d be released, but not before Michael would have his way with her. That is what she counted on, planned on. She wanted to feel his big cock inside her, feel his cold cum jet into her until her orgasm exploded with his.

If Faith hadn’t been so excited, she might’ve been a bit more careful, but she never looked under the blanket that covered something else behind the evil device. She was too busy as she took off her clothes and piled them neatly on one of the chairs but made sure that she left enough room for Michael and his friends. She hoped they would come and see the show. She stretched her naked body, her arms raised up high, her breasts firm, and her nipples hard and wanting. She walked over to the device, looked down at the hole for her hands and feet. They were close together, but she knew that it wouldn’t last. She felt a shiver run through her body as she bent over the center beam, the cold leather touched her stomach, but she found that it was padded, comfortable considering what she’d get herself into. She put her feet in the holes first, one at a time, the holes snug around her ankles. She stretched her body out in front of her, the leather beam slid lower until her abdomen was pushed against it and that forced her ass to arch up higher. She reached down low until her hands began to go into the holes. Her flesh slid along the leather coverings in the holes until they were snug around her wrists.

It was as if the device sensed her surrender and helplessness. Faith felt the sudden panic when the holes tightened on her wrists and ankles, a loud clank followed. Faith tried to pull her wrists out but was unsuccessful, barely able to move an inch before she was stopped by the shrinking holes that contained them. Her ankles weren’t any more successful. She was bound tightly. In spite of the fear, she felt the wetness run down her thighs from her pussy, her juices flowed freely. She tried to spread her legs, as she did in the other device, but this time, she couldn’t move them an inch. The device would control her every movement. She hoped for a dildo to come out of the floor, but with the wide beam that kept her upright, it would never make it to her pussy.

She heard the commotion behind her, but before she could turn around to look, she had to contend with the creaking wood blocks that held her arms and legs pinned. They began to move, slowly moving toward the far sides, her arms spread first, but her legs followed closely behind. As they spread, her body tightened against the beam, but then, it came alive. She could feel it rise and force her forward. It took some of the pressure off her hips, but it pushed her ass up higher as if it offered her up to something sinister from behind. Her hair hung down in front of her. She shook her head to try to see in front of her, finally able to see. It looked so obscene, but as her legs and arms spread, a mirror slid up from the floor behind the far wall until it was almost to the ceiling. It was dusty, but what it reflected back scared her. She hadn’t noticed it behind her, something shrouded in a dusty sheet that stood over six feet tall, the sheet peaked high in places, low in others. Her arms were spread wide and stopped, but her legs continued to part. Faith felt a strain in her thigh muscles as they were spread wider and wider. She didn’t know how far they’d go before they’d stop, if they’d stop. Behind her was another mirror that showed her reflection back to the one in front of her. It was as though she could see her body, front and back. She felt her buttocks part as her legs spread, her pussy lips pulled open to reveal her pink, wet inner lips. She groaned as her legs finally stopped spreading. Her crotch ached, but her pussy cried for attention. Anything, though what she got wasn’t what she expected.

There was a loud noise in the room, Faith jumped in the tight bondage, but behind her, the sheet and what lay beneath it began to move. It moved toward her, yet the sheet stayed still, but it slid off, as it got closer. She could only see pieces of it, but as the sheet slipped off it, she began to fear what she saw. It looked like a giant wooden paddle. It stood at least five feet tall, handmade of thick wood, and iron bolts. As the sheet fell away, the wheel began to move slowly. It creaked as it came to life after years of lying dormant. What had Michael built?

The sheet fell to the ground to reveal to Faith the sinister device. It didn’t take her long to figure out what it was and what it would do. It was a circular paddle; the pivot in the center, the width of the paddle faced her. It would spin up and down, but what drew her eyes were the two paddles on each side. They jutted out on a wooden stick, the ends crowned with dried leather paddles, worn from age and use. They looked thick and formidable, spaced at just the right distance, so as the wheel turned, they would come up from beneath and strike her buttocks if it came closer. They were spaced apart so first one would strike her buttock and then the second paddle would strike the other. She feared how fast the wheel would turn, the power behind it and the force of the paddle on her naked skin.

The device moved until it ground to a halt; the first paddle hovered just above her right buttock as the wheel slowly moved downward without much force. She felt the dry leather rub along her buttock to rub so close to her spread cheeks and her vulnerable crack. It moved slowly down as it moved away, but then, she felt her left buttock receive the same treatment. She heard something whirl louder as the wheel began to pick up speed. She braced herself and knew what was about to happen. She would be spanked by a machine, an inanimate machine that cared little for her pain or pleasures, doing what it was designed to do, smack her delicate flesh with regularity and severity. She was afraid of how hard and long it would continue. She’d never been spanked since she was a child, but she knew this was going to be more severe than that.

The wheel revolved around; this time, it picked up speed, the momentum of the heavy wheel added to it. The first paddle came down and the sound of leather hitting soft skin rang out loudly in the silent room. Only the sound of Faith’s shocked cry of pain would follow it.

“SSSMMMACK!” Faith felt the leather blister her buttock, the heat from the blow continued even as it moved on. It stung, her buttocks clenched, but the device kept her spread and defenseless, her buttocks barely able to tighten the slightest bit.

“SSSMMACCK!” Her other buttock received equal treatment, this time harder as the wheel began to pick up speed. Her cheek stung in pain, but it was the air that blew hard across her exposed anus that shocked her. Would it hit me there? Before she could feel the pain go away, the paddle was back to rise up from the wheel and came down to crash on her ass cheek. Just before it hit, the beam that held her hips moved up higher, Faith’s body drawn taut, and her ass more exposed and vulnerable. She couldn’t clench her cheeks or hide her anus from the paddle.

“SSSPLLOTT!” The next blow was harder; the leather felt like a piece of wood hit her flesh all the way to the bone. Faith didn’t know how long she could take this, her buttocks burned in pain. Faith came to this room for pleasure, not punishment.

“SSPLLOTTT!” Her other cheek was subjected to the same punishment, even harder as the wheel continued to spin faster. It seemed like one buttock or the other was continually under the brutal, punishing blows of the paddle. The wheel moved so fast that her flesh was never left alone. The pain began to build in her body, in not only her ass, but also between her legs. As much as it hurt, she still felt a stirring between her legs as the paddle struck her skin and sent puffs of air to blow across her exposed anus to reveal how vulnerable she was. She looked into the mirrors, her white skin was now a pretty pink, and it turned red as the paddles had their way with her flesh. Not even the juices that ran down her thighs could dull the pain on her ass.

The kerosene lamp flickered when the air blew through where the chairs were seated, as cold chill filled the room. Faith shivered in spite of the heated flesh of her ass. The lamp dimmed as though it tried to mask what or who came into the room. Faith tried to see through her tear-stained eyes. Is it Michael and his friends? Have they come to see me being punished? Will they take their pleasure with my body? She almost welcomed the next blow of the paddle. She knew that Michael would be pleased with her soft cries or the wetness that dripped from her pussy.

It was another five minute of paddling before she felt a change in the evil device behind her. It slowed down, Faith hoped that it would stop and Michael would fuck her whipped ass. Will I enjoy his rough body rub on my whipped ass cheeks as he fucks me? Even in the dim light of the room, she could still see behind her and now, Michael had appeared, a breath of mist filled the room until she saw the black eyes stare at her. She looked but didn’t see what she wanted, a hard cock that wanted her.

The spanking wheel behind her began to spin faster this time, but the paddles had disappeared, pulled into the center. Then, she saw it, as it passed over the top. It was a one-inch wide leather strap, suppler than the paddle, a split down the middle of it. It was centered on the wheel, and from its location, Faith feared where it would strike. She braced herself for it, but the shock of the first blow made her cry out.

“EEEWWWW!” The strap slid up between her legs from below, the angle different from what she expected, but the slap of the harsh leather strap on her supple inner thigh shocked her with the pain. The strap slid through her legs, but she knew it would only be seconds before it returned to attack her again. She felt the beam of wood that her hips rested on shift, her legs spread wider; Faith groaned in pain, sure that she’d be split up the middle. The beam pushed up higher, Faith bent over deeper, her legs spread almost in a split as the strap sang through the air as it spun around, ready to take its toll on her slit.

“AAAHHH!” The strap swung up again; this time, it moved to her other inner thigh. It slapped the tender skin harshly, the breeze of the strap blew on her sex it was so close. She knew it was only a matter of time before it sought out her pussy, her lips pulled back to leave her soft inner lips defenseless. It was cruel to hit a woman there, especially with a whip, but the wheel was inanimate and didn’t care where, only doing its evil task with regularity. Her inner thighs were scoured after ten blows to each side, and each time the strap moved closer until the last ones struck the tender skin where her legs met her torso. Her pussy was only an inch away.

She looked behind her, Michael still shrouded in a mist, but not only did his black eyes stare at her sex, but also his erection stood out in all its magnificence. It was big, hard, and ready. Faith almost welcomed the strap to strike her pussy and punish her sex; at least then, Michael would take her with a brutality that would make her cum a thousand times. She needed him to take her and fill her with his cock.

“AAAAHHHHHHHEEEE!” It still didn’t lessen the shock and pain when the strap came up and attacked her slit. The harsh leather strap pushed aside her puffy lips to attack her soft inner flesh like a hive of bees. It stung fiercely, but at the same time, her juices flowed freely to coat her beaten flesh with the hot lava of her arousal. It soothed it for a second, but the strap already completed its rotation and slapped up between her legs before she could brace for it. It struck her along her slit again, but it changed the angle just enough to strike the other side to find fresh skin to scour. Faith saw Michael’s cock bob in excitement each time the sound of the strap hit her wet pussy. He enjoyed her painful punishment.

The strap seemed to move each time to find new flesh to attack. It went up and down her slit until it covered it all with the stinging pain that lingered after it left. Her clit was spared by the whip, the angle of her body didn’t give the strap a good-enough target. She hoped that it was finished as it slowed down, but it only slowed down long enough to change the rotation. The strap moved down from the top now, not from below. Faith felt her body shifted as though the machine knew exactly what to do. She was shifted upward until the strap came down; this time, it found her crack and slid painfully down it until it found her defenseless anus. It struck the tight knot of muscle with a thud. Michael’s cock bobbed higher up and down in excitement as Faith cried out in despair.

Faith feared what the strap would do to her anus. Did it soften me up to take something big in my ass again? This time, would Michael’s cock go deeper and complete the act of sodomy that it’d begun? The strap continued to blister her crack, Faith unable to control the contractions in her anus each time the strap beat the delicate, little hole. She took ten more on her crack before the wheel slowed down until it stopped. She saw it move back to creak on the track until it was where it started. It looked so harmless now, but her slit and crack were testament to what pain it could inflict, both burned from it. She couldn’t believe that she had survived having her pussy and ass whipped so severely. She only hoped that she’d get her reward now.

The beam of wood shifted again; this time, it pushed her ass back out. She saw Michael disappear from her sight as he moved closer behind her. She felt the frigid air blow on her sex and make her anus pucker from the cold. He was close. Then, she felt it, no doubt what it was. It was cold and thick as it pushed along her slit, so cold that it almost froze her juices. It would’ve turned her off sexually if she weren’t so aroused. She needed something, anything inside her. She felt the blunt, dry head of Michael’s cock stroke her slit, all the way back to her anus, and then back down until she felt it push against her pussy. It was so big, but she knew she’d take it all, the tight bondage left her little choice.

“Sscreeeech!” Faith yelled in pain when it started to enter her. She could feel her tight hole forced open by the girth of the organ. It felt as if it would tear her if he didn’t stop, but it continued. As wet as she was, it still felt like a thick log that opened her up. She did everything to accommodate it, but it was only the sheer force of his thrust that made it possible. “EEEEHH!” The thick head popped into her pussy. She felt her muscles clench it; the tight muscles of her pussy gripped it with such intensity.

She heard Michael speak to her in her head. “You’re still tight like you were when you were eighteen.” Then, the thrusts began, slowly at first, an inch, then it pulled out, her pussy gripped the thick head as if she didn’t want it to leave, then a powerful thrust filled her with three inches of thick, hard cock with such ferocity that it took her breath away. In and out, each time deeper, each time harder, the cock took her until she had taken all she could. It was deep inside her to smash against her cervix, her muscles wrapped around it like a hot blanket. Her insides shrunk around it from the cold, but the hardness kept her pussy spread tight like a giant rubber band.

Her pussy might have been whipped along with her thighs and anus, but she still welcomed the fullness of a big cock filling her to the brim, in spite of it being a supernatural being. The cock began to pick up speed, her insides rubbed taut around the cock, to make her feel every bump, ridge and vein as it rubbed her raw, and her insides felt like the whip had scoured them. The pleasure built inside her, the pain overpowered by the helplessness of being bound and taken for the pleasure of Michael. She’d waited for this for too long, unable to stop the orgasm that crashed down on her body. It hit her powerfully to race from between her legs to her brain, her head exploded just as her pussy began to spill its juices on the cock that reamed her out unmercifully. She whined like a bitch in heat and groaned as Michael continued to pound his cock into her. His cock was unrelenting as her pussy went from empty to full in a second. The cock never slowed down even as her orgasm faded. “I’m going to fuck you to death,” the voice told her in her head, and she believed it.

It was another fifteen minutes before she felt it build in her body, but this time, Faith knew that Michael would cum with her. She didn’t know how she took it all, but his cock grew so big, the head fatter and thicker. She could feel the way he urgently fucked her, her insides rubbed raw by the pounding cock. She felt one powerful thrust that would’ve shoved her into the air if she weren’t bound; the cock shoved so far inside her that it felt like it entered her womb. Then, the cock exploded inside her, not hot cum, but cold, frigid cum that bathed her sensitive insides until they shrank from the excessive cold. It felt like gallons of cum filled her, another orgasm unleashed in her body as she responded to the brutal fucking, her own hot juices cooled by Michael’s frigid cum. “Fuck me, make me cum!” She screamed out her pleasure as she was overcome from the second orgasm.

It was long minutes before she felt the cock pull out of her with a loud pop. Faith couldn’t believe how big it still was, her pussy unable to recover for minutes before it finally snapped shut. She felt the cool cum leak out of her pussy and run down her thighs. The cool chill in the room disappeared. Faith knew that Michael had left. She wasn’t surprised when her wrists and ankles were released from the tight captivity of the evil device. It took her a few minutes before she could get up; her back ached from the bent-over position. She got up and dressed then put the sheet back on the spanking wheel, to cover it up to surprise anyone in the future that would be foolish enough to be bound in front of it. She could barely walk back to her room. It felt like Michael’s cock was still inside her, but she smiled, content, at least for now.





Chapter 9


She Shouldn’t, but She Did




The next day, she woke up refreshed. She was fucked and fucked hard by Michael, and it had satisfied her. She took her time today. She had a casual breakfast and drank two cups of coffee before she even got dressed.

It was afternoon before she got around to exploring the house some more. The next four days were uneventful. She didn’t find anything new, just more rooms, and no Michael. Not only did she grow bored, she also grew horny. The weather was nice, so she spent part of it outside, but that only inspired her erotic thoughts of outdoor bondage among the trees.

Faith hoped today would bring something new when she looked through the third-floor wing after lunch. She was gone for half an hour before she heard something. Not on this floor, but on the first floor, almost as if it was in the living room. She raced down the creaky stairs in hope of some excitement and went to the living room to investigate. By the time she arrived, she heard a car door slam shut. She went to the door, surprised to see Tyler get out of his car.

Tyler was worried about Faith. He hadn’t heard from her in a while, her cell phone didn’t work; it was just luck that one day when they connected. He drove the better part of the morning to get here, glad when he saw Faith in the doorway. She looked good, real good.

“What brings you here?” Faith smiled, glad to see any man.

“I was worried about you. I couldn’t reach you, so I thought I’d come out and visit. I wouldn’t want anything to happen to my best client.” She wore a tight skirt that clung to her hips and ass like a second skin. It might be long, it went down below her knees, but the tightness across her hips and ass made up for the length. Tyler could almost make out the crack in her ass, or was it just his imagination and expectations. He moved next to her. Faith didn’t move out of the way. Instead, she surprised him and kissed him on the lips. Not just a little peck, but a real kiss. His cock stirred when he felt her tongue slip through his lips. He let himself go to indulge in the long, passionate kiss, his hands around her waist until he drew her body up against his.

She expected to give him just a little kiss to treat him, but once their lips met, all thoughts were pulled from her head and her arousal overcame any objections she might have. It felt good to have a man’s lips on hers, hands on her hips, to pull her up against him until she could feel his throbbing cock jerk against her pussy, as she grew wet. She had to pull herself away from the kiss to get her perspective back. Was I that horny? “You take good care of me, Tyler. I like that.”

He barely heard what she said; his eyes stared at the two proud nipples that pushed out the sweater that clung to her luscious breasts. They were sharp and pointed. They couldn’t hide her arousal. He finally looked into her eyes to see a need in them, an arousal that he never saw before. Maybe too many days alone had aroused her. “Always, Faith, I don’t want anything to happen to you.”

She closed the door and walked toward the kitchen. She turned her head to see Tyler stare at her ass as she swayed her hips seductively. “Want a cup of coffee? I’ll have to make a fresh pot. Come into the kitchen and keep me company.”

She started to make the coffee, but Tyler didn’t sit down. He moved behind her as she filled the pot with cold water and poured in the coffee. She turned it on just as Tyler moved in closer when she finished. He didn’t give her a chance to turn around. He moved closer until he nestled his hard cock between the twin pillows of the lusciousness of her buttocks. He felt the involuntary contractions of her muscles, making his cock dance eagerly. His hands went to her waist and slid along her body as his hips began to roll gently back and forth against her ass.

All Faith could do was whimper when she felt Tyler touch and rub against her. It had been four long days since Michael had taken her, and her arousal was fever pitched, not even solo masturbation could quench the lust between her legs. She’d never let Tyler get any farther than a cheap feel, but she was already past that, his cock masturbated shamefully against her ass cheeks. It’s not that he wasn’t handsome or desirable, she’d just never mixed business and pleasure, but she knew today would be different. She leaned back into Tyler to surrender to him.

He felt her body go limp against him as his hands slid up the cashmere sweater to grasp her firm, ripe breasts in his hands. He squeezed them, his fingers enjoyed the tactile touch of breasts incased in a blanket of cashmere. His fingers found the pointed tips, and Faith moaned loudly as he grabbed them and squeezed the hardened tips. He pulled, twisted and provoked them, but she didn’t move away, not even when he squeezed them too tight. She only groaned louder.

Her breasts were mauled but mauled erotically. Tyler played them until they ached for more, and his fingers pinched them until the pain became pleasure. She couldn’t help herself, her hand slid between them until her fingers curled around the throbbing erection that rubbed her ass cheeks. It jerked and shuddered in her fingers, but she tamed it, her fingers gripped the shaft and slid up and down to keep his growing erection pinned against his abdomen.

He couldn’t believe his luck when her hands found his cock. He had dreamed of this too many times, but nothing could compare to the touch of her fingers. It was as though his cock was a musical instrument and she was a virtuoso. He knew he pushed his luck, but it was as though she was in a sexual trance, Tyler, a man, wouldn’t let the opportunity go to waste. He hated to make her hands leave his cock, but he turned her around until she faced him. He could see it in her eyes, complete surrender. He put his hands on her shoulders and applied pressure. It didn’t take much, Faith looked at him as if she was embarrassed, but she kneeled on the kitchen floor without so much as a whimper.

She had to pull up her skirt to kneel down, but she didn’t care. She looked up at Tyler and saw something different in him. He was a man that wanted her, and she had this urge to satisfy his wants.

“Suck my cock.” Tyler’s hands were on her head before she even took his cock out of his pants.

She felt his hands on her head, ready to guide her to pleasure him with her mouth. It was only last week that she had sucked a cock for the first time, but she knew that she had to do it to please him and herself. She pulled his zipper down and opened his pants. It took only seconds for her to pull his pants and shorts down until his naked cock bobbed in front of her face. Her hands grabbed it just as Tyler’s hands on her head drew her mouth closer to it.

He struggled not to cum when he felt her hot breath blow on his cock and shivered in lust when her tongue licked the head until he leaked out his precious precum onto her waiting tongue. He couldn’t wait any longer. He pulled her face forward as he looked down to see her mouth open wide and engulf the head of his cock. His cock shuddered when her lips tightened around the shaft and kept it pinned. He began to rock her head gently back and forth and felt her tongue begin to go to work as it lathered his cock into a sexual frenzy.

She tasted his manhood the minute her tongue licked the juices that spilled from the head. It was still thick and salty, but all Faith could think about was pleasuring him with her mouth. Her hands hung down at her sides as Tyler began to work her mouth on his cock, to move her head forward and back. Her tongue wagged along the head and shaft as it slid in and out of her tightly clenched lips. She went to work to give him everything he desired, even if that meant she’d allow him to cum in her mouth.

Not only was she sucking his cock, but also her hands were busy. She hiked her skirt up high, her panties pulled down, her fingers eagerly rubbing her pussy as she masturbated lewdly before him. He gazed down at her naked pussy, everything he imagined it to be; all the while, she sucked his cock so masterfully.

She rubbed her pussy for all she was worth as she looked into Tyler’s eyes that stared at her solo masturbation; all the while, her lips were split by his thick cock. Her mouth was filled with his leaking cum, but she knew that he wouldn’t let her mouth leave his organ until she took all of his cum in her mouth. Her nostrils flared as she sucked in precious air while her mouth was consumed with making him cum.

After five minutes, Tyler couldn’t wait any longer. The erotic display of Faith masturbating while she sucked his cock was too much for him. “Cum with me, Faith. Swallow all my cum!”

Her fingers were flooded as she came, just at the same time that Tyler’s cock exploded in her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed as she gulped furiously, jet after jet of cum filled her mouth and slowly sank into her gullet. It was thick, it was salty, her face grimaced from the taste, but she continued to pleasure him until she drained every drop of cum from his balls. And from her own body, her thighs were covered in her drying cum as she came while she submissively sucked Tyler’s cock.

It was an awkward moment for Tyler when his lust was satisfied, his semi-hard cock still in her mouth as she licked it clean of his cum. She finally released it. Tyler didn’t look at her as he pulled up his pants and shorts. She already stood up; her skirt modestly covered her knees, but just a hint of dry cum on her lips as a reminder to Tyler at what she had performed.

She got up and poured two cups of coffee. “Cream and sugar?” She asked nonchalantly.

“Just cream,” Tyler managed to stammer. She poured the cream and handed him the coffee.

“Let’s go into the living room, and I’ll tell you what I have found so far.” She walked into the living room; Faith wasn’t ashamed or embarrassed at what she had done. She was sexually satisfied once again.

They sat awkwardly in the living room, Tyler still unsure of what had happened, though his cock was happy.

“I found two rooms with lovely equipment that was made to restrain women to be used in any manner their captors wanted, not only to be taken sexually, but also to be sexually punished.” She started to get wet the moment she described the rooms.

“I have to see them.” Tyler couldn’t keep his cock from growing erect once again. He got up and followed Faith, his eyes glued to her swishing ass cheeks snuggled so tightly in the skirt.

Tyler had seen a pillory in pictures before, but nothing like this. The legs, the head, the arms, all would be trapped. He could see that they slid along tracks that trapped the victims, unable to stop the pillory from spreading the victim wide. The thing that made this so different was the large dildo that jutted up only a few inches from the floor. “Did you get in it?” His cock was rigid.

“Yes. At first, I tested it; it let me loose each time. But once I was in the whole thing, it was as if it knew I was trapped. It wouldn’t let me go.” She saw the way he looked at the dildo. “Yes, it rises from the floor. The more I opened and closed my legs, the higher it rose.”

“Did it make you cum?”

“Yes, twice. I felt the ghost of Michael at the same time. I felt his cock breach me, but not very deep, just far enough to make me cum a second time.” She could still feel the way his cold cock stretched her virgin anus.

“I thought the dildo was fucking you?” Tyler was confused.

“It was; the ghost of Michael put his cold cock in my ass. That made me cum so quickly.”

His cock was rock hard now that he heard where she was penetrated. He would love to put his cock in the same place, but unlike Michael, he wouldn’t be still. He would fuck her ass hard and deep. “I’ll get some great pictures in here for your story.” But the best picture was in his head, Faith bound naked and taken from behind.

The next room was almost a disappointment for Tyler, more of the same bondage, but not a dildo in sight.

She could see the disappointment in Tyler’s eyes. Her hand pulled the sheet off the spanking wheel. She saw his eyes light up when he saw it. “It moved behind me as soon as it realized I was bound and secured.” She let him take it all in before she said anything else. “The two paddles blistered my ass first, then they went away and the strap came out in the center. It took its toll on my pussy, but also my ass. Once it tenderized me, Michael fucked me with his hard, cold cock. I never felt anything so big or so hard before. I can’t even describe what it felt like when he came in me, but I will before the article is finished.”

“Did you like it?” He had to know.

“Yes, the pain was almost pleasurable, but it’s hard to explain. He made me cum.”

“It looks like your stay has been successful.” Tyler knew she’d have a spectacular story for the magazine.

“And I didn’t even tell you about the striptease I did or about the three ghosts that taught me how to suck cock or the church in the woods where men did unspeakable things to a girl bound to an altar.”

“I think you’ll end up with a book if you’re not careful. Are you ready to go home?” He hoped that in the city, he would have a chance to enjoy her more exotic desires she had encountered.

“Another week, I think. There is something more, I know there is.” Her ass was still virgin and she was determined that it would be Michael that would take her there, no matter how big he was or how small she was.

“Okay, I’ll make arrangements for the photographer for the end of next week. Should I bring a model to pose for him?”

“Yes.” Faith was still ashamed to be captured so vividly on film.

They went back to the living room, another cup of coffee and small talk, but they both knew the day was over. Tyler politely left but not before he gazed at her one more time to recall the sight of her on her knees as she sucked his cock and she fingered her naked pussy. It was a sight that had never put out of his head.

Tyler left; Faith cleaned up and put everything away. It was strange that she had sucked his cock so flagrantly, yet she thought nothing of it. It had satisfied her desires; that’s all that mattered.





Chapter 10


The Barrel




It was the following week, late Monday, when she found the next room. She saw something strange in the bedrooms. The room was smaller than the others were, yet the bed was just as big, out of place as if the room should be bigger. Or it was bigger. She felt along the walls for an hour until she found it, a light switch, but it was more than that. When she turned it on, she expected something to light up; instead, she heard the sound of a motor begin to hum. The wall creaked and groaned as it strained from years of inactivity, but it finally began to move. She heard the dirt and junk on the tracks grind on the floor as the wall slid open. It took ten minutes with starts and stops along the way until it was fully opened. The room almost doubled in size when it was open, but it was the object in the center of the room that intrigued Faith. A soiled white sheet covered it like a shroud.

She pulled it away and expected to find something like the other ones she had found, a device used to secure its victim in degrading and vulnerable positions, maybe even something used to punish the victim for the enjoyment of the captors. Instead, what she found was almost common, at least back in the olden days. It was a barrel, a wooden barrel. It was nothing special or different except that it was perched on a platform of gears and pulleys that ran around the barrel to something inside the platform, hidden out of sight. She gazed into the barrel, open on both ends. It was mostly empty, though there were some darkened objects attached to the top and bottom. It was made out of wood, darkened from years of age and neglect, metal bands were around it, but they looked more as if they were put there for decoration since they didn’t completely encircle the barrel. They stopped halfway up the sides where a thick metal edge ran the length of the barrel as if separated it.

Faith felt around the edges until she found what she looked for. It was a latch, indented to hide it from someone that ran their fingers along the edge. She pushed hard with her fingers until she heard the sharp clunk of it being released. Nothing happened, so Faith pulled the two sides apart until the hinges creaked loudly. It took almost all her strength to open it. One side of the barrel stuck up into the air, the other side was on the platform, a half circle of wood. The sun was going down and the room grew darker in spite of the small light, but she could make out the ridges inside the barrel. There were two on the bottom, halfway down, and two on the top piece, situated near the top end of it. She had seen them too many times before not to recognize that they were built to secure limbs, hands on the bottom, ankles on the top, each one ringed with leather to protect the flesh. They were open. The barrel wasn’t that long, not as long as she was tall. The only way to fit inside was to lie on the bottom half of the barrel, and then, she would have to bring her legs up over her head. Once in that position, her arms and legs could be secured. There was no doubt that it would close and trap her inside it if she succumbed to the temptation.

It had been too many days since she had her pleasure when she sucked Tyler’s cock, so she was horny and hoped for Michael to satisfy her lust as well as satisfy his perverted lust for her body. She was sure that she’d be in for something she could never expect, a thought that excited and intrigued her. Faith didn’t need convincing. She slowly undressed until she was naked in the darkening room. She found a candle and lit it. It sent an eerie light that played against the walls, further enhancing the tension and excitement. She turned off the lamp in hopes that it would entice Michael to join her.

She took one last look at the barrel, still not sure what its ultimate purpose was, the other devices were more degrading and obscene than this. It took her a few minutes to figure out how to get into the barrel, but she finally settled down on the cold, hard wood. In order for her hands to fit, her head had to stick out the end; Faith was grateful for that since she was slightly claustrophobic. In that position, she barely got half of her body in the barrel so that was the reason that she’d have to fold her body in half. With the way the devices in the lid were situated, it would require each leg to be split open. The thought of how her pussy would be available and vulnerable wasn’t lost on her. She rubbed her pussy lips, feeling the moisture grow from her excitement.

Faith wasn’t sure how she would close the lid of the barrel, but she pushed all her weight down as she raised her legs up. She could feel her pussy open up as she spread her legs. She put her wrists into the two leather-clad rings on the bottom and groaned as her legs went high over her head. She jumped when she heard the noise, but she shouldn’t have been so surprised. The rings around her wrists suddenly closed to trap her arms to the barrel. At the same time, she saw a shadow casted over her. She turned and expected to see Michael, but what she saw was the other side of the barrel began to close.

“UUUHHHH!” She moaned as the top of the barrel began to trap her legs. She didn’t bring her legs high enough, at least as far as the barrel was concerned, as it closed, it pinned her ankles in the leather-clad rings and snapped shut just as her toes were pinned behind her ears. She could barely breathe, bent in two so obscenely. She was trapped; Faith didn’t understand what she could do to get lose or if she could do anything at all. Her body was trapped, only her fingers and toes could move and then not more than up and down. Her breathing was erratic, as sweat dripped from her body when panic began to set in. In the other devices, she had felt secure that she’d be released, all she had to do was perform, but with the barrel, she didn’t know what was required of her for her to escape the tight captivity.

Faith couldn’t see beyond the barrel, but she felt him. It wasn’t the night air that grew colder; it was the presence of Michael in the room that cast a cold haze through the room. Her body began to shiver in spite of the sweat that covered her, but her nipples swelled to hard, pointed tips, sensitive to the slightest puff of cold air. Her pussy suffered the most, her ass almost hung over the end of the barrel, her spread legs left her wantonly open and exposed. She could feel the cold air blow on her wet pussy lips. A shadow moved closer to her, Faith was able to turn her head slightly until she saw him. There was no doubt that it was Michael, the black, evil eyes stared down at her, but her eyes were drawn lower. This time, Michael was ready, his cock jutted out like a massive weapon. She could still feel the way it stretched her and filled her with his cold cum. She watched his cock bounce and jump as he walked by her, finally out of sight again, though she could feel his cold presence behind her.

She jumped when the barrel came to life. It shuddered and trembled as something beneath it in the platform came to life. She was afraid and excited all at the same time. The barrel began to rise and then the angle shifted to the other end until Faith found her body slide down until the restraints kept her from going any farther. Her ass was pushed out the other end to expose her more. Then, she felt a hard, cold cock touch her between her bound legs. There was no doubt that Michael would fuck her, the head of his cock shuddered from the slightest movement of her pussy. She couldn’t wait for him to enter her and take her with his masterful presence. She expected to feel him push inside her, but instead, the barrel began to move once again. This time, it moved completely, the barrel and Faith slid back until she could feel the blunt, hard head of Michael’s cock begin to breach her tight pussy. He was so big, but the barrel cared little. It was designed to fuck its victim on whomever or whatever was behind her. It was like a fucking machine, Faith was only there to provide her wet pussy for impalement and the pleasure of her captor. Michael had little to do but wait for the barrel to bring her fresh pussy to his cock. It was as though he sat in a chair and waited for her impalement.

“Tooo biggg!” She cried out as her own weight and the barrel’s mechanism drove her onto the thick cock. Her pussy began to spread around the cold, massive head. Michael must have lubricated it or Faith was already wet, but at least it began to push into her. It was a slow, gradual fuck. Neither Faith nor Michael were able to control it, the barrel did it all. They could only accept their fate. If she ever had a baby, she was sure it would be like this; more and more of the cock entered her and stretched her. She willed her pussy muscles to relax, but it didn’t do any good, the massive size of the head scared her, afraid that it would tear her when it went in too deep or hard.

She heard his voice in her head, a soft moan, and then, his words encouraged her. “You are so tight and hot. Pleasure me like you did before.”

She felt the sudden contractions of her pussy around the shaft of his cock as the thick helmet of his cock sank inside her. Her muscles gripped it so tightly to trap it as her insides clenched around the throbbing mass of flesh with delightful contractions. It hurt, but hurt good. She’d taken the head of his cock inside her, but she expected more, she wanted more. The barrel vibrated as it began to move, slowly at first, just a millimeter forward before it changed direction and pulled back, her insides stretched as she clung to the thick ridge that ran around the head of his cock. The head was big, but the shaft was just as formidable. The barrel began to move smoothly as it got into shape after years of inactivity. Her pussy pushed up and down onto Michael’s waiting cock, only the spasms of pleasure in his organ signaled his presence behind her. His cock slid along two inches in her then back out. Her pussy clung to the head of his cock and trembled in excitement as it pulled the tight mouth of her pussy around until it threatened to break free and release his cock. Only at the last moment, as though the barrel knew when, it thrust the other way; a sharp push sent her pussy back onto the waiting cock and filled her with the thick organ. Her insides cramped around the massive head and shaft that stretched her, her insides ached from the fullness. He was so big, yet she took all of him as if she was built to be his fuck toy.

The head of his cock pushed deep inside her and made her take at least five inches, maybe six. The head banged harshly against her cervix as her body was jolted with each thrust. She couldn’t do anything but take it and hope that the barrel wouldn’t force the cock into her womb like a sword and impale her to death. Her pussy slid easily along his cock, in spite of his coldness or maybe because of it. The cold cock made her insides shrink around it like a tight glove. The barrel began to pick up a rhythm, back and forth. Faith concentrated on giving Michael all the pleasure he wanted, her muscles clenched on his cock as it withdrew and pushed out with her muscles when it penetrated her pussy. She felt her pussy and anus pucker out as she let him impale her with his bigness.

It shocked her out of her dream state; all of her attention was on pleasing the cock inside her. The barrel began to move differently. Not only did it move back and forth, it began to turn slowly. Michael’s cock inside her began to twitch and tremble in pleasure as it stretched her in ways that she wasn’t built to be stretched. It was as though she was a pig on a rotisserie. Michael’s cock split her pussy open as she slowly caressed it while she spun around it. It felt twice the size when she was upside down on it as it pushed in her in an unusual angle that forced the head of his cock in places that had never been touched before. The mouth of her pussy bulged around the shaft. It felt like a giant spear was inside her, but this one was alive and twitched in unexpected pleasure. It was as though Michael didn’t even realize the capability of the barrel and he enjoyed it for the first time.

The barrel began to pick up the pace as it glided up and back, but also, it turned around faster. It felt like her insides were burned up by the friction, in spite of the cold cock that did it. Each bump, ridge, and vein on the cock felt twice as big as it stretched and teased at her insides, the elastic walls of her pussy clung to the cock like a tight blanket. It shoved in so deep that the head of his cock was at the opening to her cervix, and it felt like a screwdriver as it spun around and tried to breach her. It kept this up for five minutes, five wonderful minutes; Faith wondered how Michael could last so long. As she spun around him, the angle of his cock made his shaft touch places that excited her. The mouth of her pussy was stretched, but her clit was hard and throbbed with desire. It popped out of its protective hood as if it tried to reach for his cock. Her clit found it, her organ shivered in cold from the first touch, but it warmed to the touch as his cock rubbed the head of her clit with such intensity. Her body was confused as it spun and moved back and forth as though she had no control of up or down. Her head grew dizzy until it hit her. Her body shuddered, her insides clenched onto his cock with such intensity, that she was sure that she slowed down the barrel when her muscles gripped his cock so hard. She came all over the cock as it continued to ream her out and rubbed her exploding clit, her body shuddered from the climactic spasms that raced through it. She didn’t know how long it lasted; all of her attentions were on dragging it out as long as she could.

The barrel cared little about her orgasm. It continued as if nothing had happened. Michael’s hard cock slid easily on her juices now, but he didn’t cum inside her. How long would it fuck me? She heard Michael’s voice in her head. “Now that you’ve had your pleasure, it is time for mine. Something different for you this time.” Faith could almost hear an evil laugh in his tone.

The barrel began to slow down as it turned until it finally stopped. It then moved back, Faith’s insides sucked out by the powerful suction of Michael’s massive head. She clenched on the cock as it almost slipped out but waited for it to impale her again. Suddenly, her pussy was deserted, as is snapped shut when Michael’s cock left her. “Don’t take it out. Please, let me make you cum.” She wanted to please Michael as he pleasured her.

She felt the barrel shift slightly, and then, it began to push back again. She opened her pussy up for his cock and waited for him to enter her again. Then, she felt his cock. It was too high up; the barrel had misjudged the distance. She was confused as the barrel began to spin again. Another nudge on the barrel and then she felt it. It had centered Michael’s cockhead on her anus. “No, not there!” She panicked when she felt it. She could never take it there. It would tear her apart. She had the head of his cock in her ass, but that would be nothing like this. She couldn’t stop the spasms in her anus; the tiny hole felt the pressure of the demanding cock that sought entrance. She was thankful for the wetness from her pussy on his cock, but the coldness was still there and it frightened her ass hole to shrink away from the invader.

“Please, make it stop.” She didn’t want the barrel to impale her ass on his cock. She couldn’t even imagine how much she would have to stretch to take him in her ass. Or what it would feel like if it started to spin again. It would be like a giant screwdriver that entered her bowels.

“Relax, I’ll love it,” Michael’s cruel voice rang in her head.

She felt the barrel begin to move back as it began to pick up speed when it revolved. She was upside down when she felt the spasms in her anus, her anal ring stretched to where she thought it would tear, the unrelenting cock refused to back off as it pressured its way into her virgin hole. Her buttocks clenched and unclenched, but nothing she did could keep it out. It was as though the barrel was part of Michael and both of them conspired to sodomize her. Her anal ring burned in spite of the cold cock as it stretched wider. She felt the domed head of his cock slide inside her, millimeter by painful millimeter. Nothing could keep it out; the slick, smooth head glided through the tight muscle of her anus until she felt the flanged head of Michael’s cock begin to push through her protective muscles. With one last push and stretch, her ass hole sucked the head of his cock inside her rectum, her sphincter clamped beneath the head to trap the head of his cock inside her.

“AAAHHHH.” It felt like a giant rock was in her rectum. Her muscles fought to push it out, but the barrel continued to spin as her muscles clenched and unclenched uncontrollably. She couldn’t believe that her anal ring wasn’t torn, but it stretched around the shaft of Michael’s cock like a taut rubber band. She didn’t have time to grow accustomed to having something so big and foreign in her ass hole. The barrel continued its journey to impale her onto Michael’s sodomizing cock. It began to move forward and back as it spun her around his cock. Faith grew dizzy; her body sweating in spite of Michael’s cold body so near. All she could feel was the unrelenting pressure of his cock as it shoved inside her bowels and stretched her around his organ. It was so unnatural, something forced into a hole that was built only to push something out. Her muscles were confused, Faith unable to control them, but she heard Michael’s moans of pleasure in her head from every clench of her ass hole on his cock. He didn’t have to move to enjoy his anal attack.

It felt like her ass hole was being tugged and pulled as the cock continued to fuck her. Each time the barrel moved back, Faith found her guts impaled deeper, her stomach cramped around the thick organ, but she could do nothing but accept the inevitable. As she spun, the cock pushed out her bowels until they stretched and ached from the unnatural bends. How long will I have to take it before he comes in me? How deep will it go? She never knew how long his cock was. In her pussy, it stopped at five or six inches, but that was only because of the depth of her pussy. With her ass, there was no limit, just painful contractions when his cock would straighten out the bends in her intestines in order to take the full measure of his cock.

It felt like it came out her throat after five minutes of being ass fucked. She must have seven or eight inches inside her, yet she never felt Michael’s cold body against her ass, so she knew there was more cock before he would bottom out in her guts. It surged back and forth only an inch at a time, but each time, it would drive deeper, each time, more of his cock passed through her stretched anal ring. She could only imagine the pleasure she gave him, her anal ring rubbed up and down his shaft with delightful contractions and tightness.

“EEEEHHH!” It stopped with a hard thud; Michael’s cold body was pressed against her ass cheeks. His cock flexed inside her. “AAAAHHH!” She couldn’t believe how stretched she felt, how full, as if she had just finished a big dinner; instead, she’d swallowed a thick, long cock. The barrel continued to go around, each time her guts stretched and bent to accommodate the rigid flesh of his cock. Even though it thrust in her ass, it still moved inside her as it twitched and jerked in unexpected excitement from her contracting muscles.

“NNNNNNOOOO!” The barrel began to pull back, her insides collapsed behind the thick head as it created a vacuum behind it. It felt like a mile of cock was being sucked out, her anal ring pulled and stretched until the thick head reached her sphincter muscles. She tightened her ass muscles and hoped she stopped if from tearing her. Just when she thought it would pull out and leave her empty, the barrel clanked and moved in the other direction with an urgency that took her breath away. As she spun on the cock, it pushed deep into her with a powerful thrust that buried the full measure of his cock in one thrust. She was sure that it was a spear in her ass hole, not a cock. Her stomach cramped around his flesh, but it was already changing direction for another sharp withdrawal. The turning barrel began to pick up speed, her insides burned from the friction of his cock that reamed out her ass hole with increasing speed and power.

It suddenly dawned on her. Her ass was in one piece, in spite of the fact that she took all of the massive cock in powerful thrusts. She survived the way his cock twisted, turned, and bent her bowels in directions that were so painful. Michael sodomized her with the help of the barrel, and she took it. She felt so proud of herself and hoped that Michael appreciated the pleasure her virgin ass hole gave him.

In and out the cock went, around and around Faith spun on his cock; her ass took all that he had and more. It bottomed out deep in her. Faith cried out when he did, but she clutched his organ with her muscles when he pulled out, in order to please him with her once-virgin ass. “Cum in me, Michael! Fill my guts with your cum!”

“Not yet; there is more.” The voice rang out in her head. Then, she felt the barrel jerk and shudder as if it was powered by gasoline and the engine had run out of gas. It continued to spin, faster now, and continued to thrust in and out, to ream her ass on Michael’s cock, but as it thrust, it jerked and shuddered up and down spastically with no rhyme or reason. It was the most natural, unnatural movement and never let Faith grow accustomed to each thrust. It stretched her insides in the most hideous of ways, her elastic passage jerked and pushed as if the cock tried to push out at a right angle. Her body lurched and jumped inside the barrel, but the clamps on her wrists and ankles kept her pinned, and she felt something strange. Each time the barrel bucked up, it threw her hips up hard. She found that her pussy was pushed into a ridge of wood, a thick, hard ridge that was unyielding. It split her lips like a knife split butter, but the worst, or the best, part was her clit. It was as though it sought out her clit, a rigid nodule banged hard into it to drive it painfully into her pubic bone with such force that it tore the air from her lungs.

“EEEEEHHH,” but it wasn’t a scream of pain. Yes, she felt the pain of being ass fucked so brutally, but it was the pleasure she felt on her pussy as the wood sought out the most delicate flesh and bruised it with its hardness. None was abused more than her clit. Instead of shrinking away from the pain, it grew bigger and swelled with blood. The wood smashed into it, the barrel twisted back and forth and the rough wood rubbed over the sensitive flesh as if splinters pierced it like knives.

She never felt anything like it. Her ass hole was ringed with pleasure buttons that burned with desire, the hard cock rubbed them to life, the inside of the barrel set her pussy on fire, and her clit was ready to explode. She was being ass fucked, sodomized, whatever you wanted to call it, yet she was ready to explode. “Cum in me, cum in me, so I can cum with you!” She yelled out, the barrel sensed her urgency to spin faster, long powerful thrusts that filled her guts with the cold, hard flesh of Michael’s cock to bump and jerk in unusual ways that banged her clit and pussy on the wood inside until she felt it. The cock sank to the depths of her bowels, her insides cramped painfully around it, her muscles rippled up and down the shaft. The cockhead swelled up; Faith recognized all the signs of Michael cumming. The barrel stopped turning and thrusting, but it still bucked her up and down on his cock as if she rode a wild mare. It felt like her insides were frozen in molten cum. His cock jetted so hard that her insides reacted and clenched tight in response. It was all that Faith needed, her head exploded as she came so hard that her body shook in uncontrollable spasms of pleasure. The barrel carried her along to jump and jerk as the firehose in her bowels bathed her insides with freezing cum. Jet after jet filled her guts.

She woke up suddenly. Her body was covered in sweat, her back and legs cramped from the bent position. She stretched her body and then realized that she was no longer trapped in the barrel. She felt the wetness in her bowels. It wasn’t a dream, Michael had cum in her ass. Her hand reached down to her pussy to feel the soreness, looking to see her clit still pushed out and swollen but painfully sore, a dark red, almost purple. Her ass ached the most. Her tiny hole had shrunk and closed tight. She must have been out for a while. She looked around; the room was empty and the candle still flickered on the walls. She looked at the barrel, so innocent and unassuming, one side up to beckon its next victim. It was as though it had been waiting for her, tricking her to get into it until she was defenseless and then taking the virginity of her ass in one spectacularly perverted act. “Thank you, Michael.” She put on her clothes and blew out the candle. This room almost deserved a whole article. No one would believe what the barrel was capable of. It was as if it was a living being, or was it Michael possessing it as he possessed Faith. She managed to limp back to her room, her ass still feeling as if it were full of a demanding cock. She collapsed in her bed, naked and fulfilled.





Chapter 11


One Last Visitor




Faith didn’t do much the next day; her body felt like it was abused so badly. She stayed around the house, the food almost gone, and the water was gone since yesterday. She hadn’t slept well in the last couple of days, not like the rest of the time she was here. She kept waking up. She walked around the house, including the room she was in last night. The barrel was still open as if it had its arms out to welcome the next victim. She’d loved the unexpected pleasure that it gave her. Michael had a way of doing that to her.

She’d leave the day after tomorrow. She left a message with Tyler that she was done and she’d begin to write the story. Once she completed the story, they could come back to the house to get the photos needed to make the article something everyone would want to read. Sex sold and sex with supernatural beings sold even better. She’d taken pictures of the house, especially the secret rooms she’d found. She wanted visual reminders to look at while she wrote.

She took one last walk out to the cemetery and church. She looked at the altar and tried to imagine it was she on it being taken by unseen men as she struggled as they had their way with her unwilling body. Would I fight them or submit to them? She went to bed early and hoped to get a good night’s sleep, if not; she could at least leave early in the morning.

She tossed and turned all night, not even sure when she was awake and when she slept. All of her dreams had turned erotic since she came to this house; all of them had her bound and forced her to perform perverted acts on unknown cocks. She felt the blanket pulled from her body. She tried to pull it up to cover herself, but her hands couldn’t find it. She wore a pair of men’s pajamas, sexless but comfortable. She felt something. Her hands went to the pajama’s top, but something pushed them out of the way and over her head. She felt the pajama top pushed open, unable to comprehend how the buttons were opened. Faith felt something push her onto her side, and it made her breasts fall free of the pajama top. Her arms were pulled back, and she felt the pajama top pulled from her shoulders and down her arms. Her body was pushed onto her back with her arms thrust over her head once again. Her arms felt so heavy as if she couldn’t move them even if she wanted to.

Michael wanted to suck her bare breasts, but he needed to strip her naked and have her bound first. He expected her to wake up any minute, not sure why the water didn’t do its magic. He slipped off the pajama bottoms and spread her legs so he could gaze up between them and feast his eyes on her pink pussy. He had trained her to suck his cock; tonight, he would take the rest of her treasures. His cock demanded satisfaction.

She opened her eyes, or she thought she did and saw a shape in the darkness. She looked down at her body and saw that she was naked, the blankets were gone, and her legs spread wantonly. Her arms were over her head. She felt them held by something powerful, then she felt cold leather wrapped around her wrists and tightened. When her arms were released, she couldn’t pull them apart, pinned together in tight bondage. She clenched her pussy muscles in unexpected pleasure as the bondage excited her. She felt her body turned on the bed until she faced the opposite way, her head at the foot of the bed, her legs at the top. The bed had a headboard, but no footboard and when her eyes fluttered open, she stared up at a dark, sinister shape just above her head. Except for the shape, the only thing that was visible was two dark eyes that stared at her and a cock that bobbed right above her face. Her arms lay bound on her belly, her head hung slightly over the edge of the bed. She began to wake up; this was no vision or dream; it was real. She was naked in the bedroom, her arms bound, and a cock poised as if it sought refuge in her mouth. Things became clear to her as she realized it. Why hadn’t I thought of this before? There was no coldness in the room; no mist blew across the floor. The cock bobbed onto her face, and she felt the heat of the organ. It was just like the time in the living room when she was taught to suck a cock, suck a bunch of cocks. It had used a bottle to train her, but it was the hot flesh of cock that came in her mouth that night. It was molten-hot cum that filled her belly. It was different than the times that Faith was bound in the evil devices, her body penetrated by a cold, hard being that bathed her insides with frozen cum.

“Who are you?” It wasn’t what are you; this was a person. She couldn’t understand how gullible she was before, but she knew it now.

Michael froze when he heard her. He looked down to see her eyes stare up at him. It was as though she could see him, see him for what he was. He didn’t know what to do. Should I run from the room and leave her like this? This had never happened before.

“Don’t be a coward; tell me who you are.” She became braver, in spite of being bound and naked with a cock that wanted her mouth.

“Michael.” His voice didn’t quiver in fear as he said it proudly.

“You’re not Michael. He’s dead, but he’s still present in this house. His cock is cold and impersonal. His cum is not heated by his balls. Tell me the truth.”

“I’m Michael. Michael, Jr.” His cock throbbed as it bounced on her face, so close to her moving lips.

“You’re his son?”

“No, grandson. My grandmother was his wife. She was pregnant when he died. She left and had my mother. I don’t know who my father is. My mother never told me, and I never asked.” It was as though he needed to get it all out of his system. He had spent many years nearby. He found the female occupants enthralled with the legends of the house and made his nocturnal visits to their bed more legend then reality when they woke up the next day, even when they were bound. Is this the end of it for me? “Have you seen my grandfather? Really seen him?”

“Yes, I can see him, but I also felt his cock inside me?”

“I can feel his presence, but I never saw him. I saw something take you, your naked body bound and spread for him. I saw your pussy and ass hole opened up so wide, but there was nothing there for me to see. It was as though you were being penetrated by something invisible, but it was big. There was no doubt in my mind that it was his cock that ravished your body for his pleasure.”

“So you dress in that ridiculous costume and take unsuspecting women. I don’t know why I didn’t realize it sooner.”

“It’s the water. It has an aphrodisiac and relaxant. Nothing harmful, just enough to make a woman that is already susceptible to the legend of the house to submit.”

So that was it. She had finished it days before; it must have been washed from her system. She hated that he drugged her, but now, she had to decide. She was naked and partially bound on her last night. She could call the police and have him arrested, but that would make her upcoming article sound like fiction, no matter how hard she tried to make it realistic and tell of being taken by the being Michael.

Michael’s fate was in her hands, but she didn’t say anything. “What are you going to do?”

“I have a great article that will make this house famous once again. If I turn you in, my article will never get past the publisher. He’ll think it was just the ranting’s of a drugged author. What were you going to do to me?”

Is this my lucky day? Am I off the hook? If she was right about the story and the mansion, he could turn it into a depraved house where women would willingly come to be bound and ravished. Just like his grandfather had done. “I already have you naked and your hands bound. You are helpless and at my whim. I’ve seen you in Michael’s bondage furniture. You willingly submit, even though you don’t know what will happen to you. I think you like the unknown more. I saw the way you submitted and sucked my cock. You did it well, though I’m sure that you never did it before. That made my cock harder than it ever was. If I told you that would ruin it all.” Is she going to allow me to proceed?

She hated that he was right. It was the excitement of being bound and unable to stop him from doing what he wanted to her body, even if he wasn’t a supernatural being. “Take off that ridiculous costume. I presume you have no objections to being naked in front of me, since that is the way you have me.” Had I told him to do what he wanted to me?

It only took a few moments to take off the costume as he stood over her, naked, his hairy balls dangled across her nose, his cock bobbed up and down every time he felt her hot breath blow on his balls. She didn’t say yes, but then again, none of the other women ever said yes. They just never said no. That was all that he needed.

She looked up at him, able to see him now. He must be about forty-five, but he was trim. She didn’t remember much about his cock except for the taste of his thick, salty cum that filled her mouth for the first time. She could never put that taste out of her head. His cock jutted out over her face now, his hairy balls scratched her face as his organ jerked in excitement. He was handsome, in a mysterious sort of way.

He pulled her hands up to untie her wrists. He pulled out another rope and tied one wrist, moved to the side of the bed to tie it to the leg of the bed. He hated to pull his cock from her face, but he wanted her fully secured before he took her. She didn’t protest when he tied her other wrist to the opposite bed leg, her arms stretched out far to her sides as her head dangled slightly over the end of the mattress. Her firm, proud breasts pushed up high as if they begged for attention, but he stared down her naked body, to her slim waist and her trim bush with the puffy lips of her pussy pushed up. Her legs were partially spread, Faith made no attempt to close them, but he wanted more.

She watched as he got off of the bed. He turned on the small light, the room lit up vividly now, the spookiness was gone, just the hard fact that she was half bound by a naked man that she knew little of except that he was depraved and enjoyed taking women against their will. He walked to the other end of the bed. Faith saw his powerful buttocks clench as he walked and wondered what it would feel like if he used them to thrust his cock hard inside her. He took out more rope. He used one hand to stroke his cock, and Faith couldn’t believe that it could get any bigger, but it did.

He grabbed one of her ankles and felt her muscles fight for the briefest of time, but then, she surrendered. He pulled her ankle to the edge of the bed as he looped the rope around her slim ankle. He took the other end, not to the leg of the bed like her hands but tied it high to the top of the headboard. When he did the same thing to her other leg, her ass didn’t touch the bed any longer. He looked between her legs, the spread of them left her pussy lips opened wide, and the wetness on them glistened in the light. Farther down, he could see the dark-brown hole of her ass pucker. Michael had taken it only days before; he saw some of the redness, and the ring was swollen from being taken by such a monster.

Her pussy was drenched by the time Michael came back to her head. She saw the way he looked at her and knew that her mouth would soon have his cock inside.

“Open up wide, Faith.” He pulled her a little more over the edge of the bed; his hands cradled her head as he mounted her.

He walked up to her as if it were expected, his hand under her head held her submissively for him. With one hand, he bent his cock down, her head lowered more. His fingers found the corner of her mouth and pried her lips open. The hard cock slipped across her silky lips with such ease to force them to open wide to accept the girth of his cock. There was no doubt that this was a real cock—hot, hard and it already leaked precum onto her waiting tongue. She could only gurgle as Michael began to stroke his cock in her mouth, eager to enjoy her treasures. “AAAWWW, eeeehhh.” The cock stroked in and out of her mouth. It was big, the angle making it harder for her to accept as it slid across her tongue when it pushed to the back of her mouth. She tugged on her arms, but they didn’t move.

“Take my cock, Faith.” His hips began to move quicker and deeper, her head forced back, but his hands held her from escaping his lunges into her mouth. “Tighten your lips around my cock, like I taught you.” She struggled, but she could do nothing to stop him. He liked having the control over her.

He pulled almost all the way out, her lips sealed around the head as it tried to pull free, but then, he pulled her head up and thrust with his hips and his thick cock plunged to the depths of her mouth in a single thrust that banged the thick head against the opening of her throat. He had threatened to throat fuck her before but he never did. She feared it now that she was bound and had submitted to other degrading acts. He took her slow and deliberate, making her fear each thrust. “CCUUFFF, UUUGGGHH.” The cock slid to the back of her mouth once again as she felt his prickly pubic hairs tickle her face when he pushed in deeper.

Michael pulled his dripping-wet cock from her mouth as her mouth opened wide when she gasped for air. He gave her a second, and then he was ready to breach her mouth again. “Open up, Faith.” He saw her mouth yawn open submissively, and he shoved his cock into her slowly.

She felt it fill her mouth again, this time not urgently, as it slowly slid across her wet tongue, but it didn’t stop; his hands grew tighter on her head as he pulled her onto his waiting cock as if her mouth was a condom. “AAAKKKK.” The cock hit the tight opening to her throat; the slick, domed head forced its way in until it tickled her tonsils. She gagged, her stomach turned, but he pulled out as Faith washed his cock with her tongue when it retreated in hopes that she’d please him enough to keep it from her throat. It didn’t work, the cock slowly moved forward once again, undeterred by her squirming or her groans. She panicked when his heavy balls covered her face; his cock sealed the opening to her throat. “GGGLLLUGGH!” It was so big, but it was slick with her spit and his leaking cum, Faith unable to stop the head that breached her throat for about half an inch before her throat muscles could stop it. He was undaunted as he turned her head from side to side as if he used his cock like a shovel to open the hole wider.

He used brute force now and heard her gurgling cries cut off by the thick head of his cock as he slowly entered her throat. He shoved hard with his hips as he held her head back and her neck lined up in a straight line. Her hips drove up hard as he penetrated her throat deeply and felt her throat muscles ripple up and down the head and shaft as they tried to force the invader out. It didn’t do any good. When she choked, it brought him more pleasure as her throat opened and closed like a tight rubber band around his cock.

It felt like her throat was being scraped raw by a file. She feared she would vomit when her stomach turned as she gasped and gagged on the thick cock that filled her tiny throat. She could feel it flex in her throat as she sucked precious air through her nose in spite of the balls that covered it. She grew dizzy as her throat was plugged by the thick flesh. It was just as bad when it withdrew, her muscles went into uncontrollable spasms as it pulled out, and she gagged as it passed through the opening and allowed it to shrink and close. Spit filled her mouth and leaked from her lips, the taste of cum filled every nook and cranny in her mouth as the cock slid over her tongue and lips to pull free. She kept her mouth opened wide as she struggled to fill her lungs with air but she knew his cock would be back to claim her throat once again.

“AAAHHAAA, EEEWWWAAA,” Faith gasped. This wasn’t a blowjob; this was a mouth and throat fuck, Faith subjected to the most extreme oral penetration. “NNNO, Moooreee,” she begged, but before she could close her mouth, her lips were parted by his slick cock. She looked up at him through her tear-stained eyes, but all she saw was lust in his eyes.

“Take it all, Faith. Swallow all of my cock until it comes out in your stomach.” Michael had never taken a woman in the mouth this way before, but none had ever offered herself up as Faith had done. He would do all the things he ever wanted to do before he would free her of the tight bondage. He felt the sudden tightness of her throat when he entered her. His slick cock penetrated the hole once more, the delightful contractions of her throat muscles rippled along his cock.

He fucked her mouth and slid his cock up and down, but he never left the tightness of her throat. It was as though the cock slid down her gullet and into her stomach. When she choked and gagged, it brought him exquisite pleasure from the muscle spasms. It was as though he shoved her spit and his cum into her belly by the sheer force of his cockhead. Faith didn’t know how much longer she could withstand this brutal punishment or he could withstand the pleasure.

He heard her gasps for air when he pulled out and left her precious seconds to fill her lungs. He was ready to cum, and the next time, it would be her mouth that received his precious seed. “One last time and then I’m going to cum in your mouth. Don’t swallow it until I tell you to,” he warned her. He wanted to see her cheeks balloon with his abundant cum first and stroke his shrinking cock in her mouth that would be filled with his warm sperm. He had one last surprise for her before he came.

Through all the choking and gagging, she struggled against the ropes that kept her spread and helpless. The sharp bite of the rope on her flesh sent tremors through her body. Can I actually get off by being fucked in my mouth and throat? She was about to be rewarded with a mouthful of cum that she’d be forced to swallow but not before he made her savor it like a fine wine. She saw that he was ready for her mouth again. She took one final breath of air as her mouth opened wide, ready to receive his dripping cock. Spit and white cum leaked from the head of his cock onto her face.

It was as though she accepted her fate; her mouth eagerly took him in, her lips sealed around his shaft as it slid through her lips and along her slippery tongue, as he guided his massive cockhead into the tight opening of her throat. While one hand held her head, he raised his other hand over his head as it came crashing down just as his cockhead touched the opening of her throat. His cock muffled her scream as it plunged into the tight opening with ease.

“EEEEEHHH!” Her scream was inhuman, but what he had done was also inhuman. She could see a shadow, but she didn’t know or could have expected what he did. Somewhere, he had a riding crop, out of sight, but he had picked it up and brought it down between her spread legs just as his cock was ready to penetrate her throat. His aim was perfect; the broad leather slapped hard into the soft petals of her pussy lips, but with the wide spread of her legs, her tender inner lips were open and exposed. It felt like the flesh was beaten into her pubic bone and crushed. She felt the heat of the blow, and her flesh swelled under the harsh bite of the leather. Not even the spanking machine could compare to this, this one personal and intentional. At least two inches of cock penetrated her throat before it was stopped, another slap of the riding crop tried to make her take more, but even when she screamed, it was an impossible fit. His cock wouldn’t go any farther. It felt like a bar of steel, not a man’s cock that speared her mouth and throat.

Her body jerked and shook on the bed, her thigh muscles tried to clench and shut her legs, but the ropes kept her open for him and his riding crop. He couldn’t believe how far his cock was in her mouth and throat, his balls pressed up against her nose as he twisted her head from side to side to get all of the enjoyment he could before he came. He saw her hips move, as if she sought out the riding crop. Can I make her cum with me? He pushed the braided shaft of the riding crop between her pussy lips and started to run the rough edges up and down her slit. Her hips moved faster as he fucked her with the shaft to ride it all the way up, until he found her clit and rubbed it raw with the harsh leather ribs.

She went insane, the cock throbbed in her throat as she gasped for air, her pussy burned from the blows of the riding crop, but there was something different now. He rode her pussy with the shaft of the crop. It wasn’t smooth like a cock; the shaft was ringed with a thread of leather that spiraled up the shaft—thick, hard, and uneven. Her pussy lips curled around it, but the worst part was when it reached her clit. It was as though her clit sought it out to spring hard and throb with pleasure. She cried out silently around the cock as the shaft rubbed her clit painfully until it turned to pleasure in some masochistic way.

Michael was unable to contain his lust any longer; his balls ached for release. He pulled his cock from her throat, but not from her mouth. He wanted to feel all the pleasure of her mouth when he exploded in her. He began to pump his cock in her mouth. “Swish your tongue on my cock. When I cum, I want you to suck on my knob and make your tongue run over the hole when I unleash a torrent of cum in your mouth.”

She felt relief that she could breathe again, her mouth and tongue began to work him into the sexual frenzy that he wanted so he could cum in her mouth. She cried as the riding crop beat down on her sex again, but this time, his aim was careful and deliberate. He had teased her clit out into the open and made it hard and swollen. The full brunt of the riding crop exploded on the sensitive nub to drive it into her pubic bone and crush it between the two unyielding objects. It should’ve been excruciatingly painful, she should have protested the brutal act, but she held her breath and waited for the next as she hoped and anticipated it.

Michael pumped in her mouth faster as he felt the cum bubble up from his balls. He whipped her pussy repeatedly and heard her eager cries, but it was passion, not pain, that came from her lips.

She heard him gasp loudly as his cock in her mouth swelled up; his hips fucked her mouth urgently. There was another slap on her pussy, another tremor through her clit that raced to her brain in pleasure. He cried out, his hips jerked spastically as the cock exploded in her mouth. He pulled his cock back until only the crown was in her mouth. She sucked and licked it as he came over and over to wash down her tongue with his hot cum. Another sharp slap to her clit sent her over the edge, her body exploded in an orgasm that shuttered through her body. Her mouth was filled with the hot, thick crème.

He never came so hard or profusely. It was as though she’d sucked the cum from his balls, not from the head of his cock. She refused to release his cock from her tightly clenched lips; her tongue ran over it, her orgasm not complete. He waited patiently, secure in her hot, tight mouth. She finally opened her eyes to stare up at him with his cock still splitting her lips but already his overabundant cum leaked from her lips.

The taste of his thick, pasty cum filled her mouth and bathed her tongue with a thick layer of the milky crème. She struggled to keep it in, told not to swallow it, told not to spit it out. Her thighs were drenched, her pussy tender and her clit throbbed from the blood that was still in the swollen and beaten bud.

Michael pulled his cock from her mouth as Faith released it reluctantly. Long, sticky lines of cum pulled from her lips before they finally broke free to stain her nose with his cum. A drop of cum slipped from her lips, but she slurped it back into her mouth. He could see her cheeks swollen with his cum, but he waited so she could savor him a little longer. “Swallow it, Faith.”

She tilted her head as she gulped, and he could see the way her neck moved that she swallowed it all. A smile came across her wet lips as she swallowed it all down and opened her mouth to show him her obedience. Her belly was filled with the warm fluid.

“Lick it clean,” was his next command. He pushed his semi-erect cock into her mouth, her lips closed tightly around it; her tongue went to work as her head moved. His cock slipped in and out of her lips, her tongue wagged on it and licked it clean of all his cum. It took a few minutes before she spit it out. His cock glistened with a coat of her spit but not a drop of cum. It was ready for more; her pussy and ass would be taken before he would release her.

She was surprised when he untied her, but she knew he wasn’t finished with her yet. His cock already grew erect again. She could taste him in her mouth, but she wanted his cock in her pussy. He helped her up, the tight bondage made it hard for her to stand at first, the soreness between her legs from the riding crop made the first steps painful in a pleasurable sort of way. He led her naked through the house, her wrists tied in front of her as she dragged her along by the rope as though she was his sex slave. They went into a section of the house that Faith had explored before, but he seemed to know where he went. He opened a bedroom door and pulled her in. He turned on the light and the bulb flickered. He went to the back wall, and the wall began to slide open. Inside was another one of Michael’s rooms, Michael senior, not junior. Since junior knew it was there, Faith was sure that some fortunate occupant of the house had been taken there for his pleasure.

Michael lit the room up so she could see it. He pushed her into the center of the room where two chains hung down from the ceiling, leather cuffs attached to each one. He pulled her bound wrists up to attach one of the cuffs before he untied the other; Faith had no chance to change her mind. He pulled her other wrist over until he could secure that one, then he stepped back to admire his work. She looked down; his cock jutted out and bobbed in excitement. The bondage excited him as much as her. It took only a few seconds before she felt her arms pulled over her head. The leather dug into her flesh until her body was pulled up high and tight. He moved behind her, and she felt his hands hold her naked waist. Faith didn’t know what he was about to do to her.

He yanked her hair back until her head bent back. He took the black cock gag and pushed it into her mouth just as she began to cry out. It took brute strength, but he managed to push it through her lips. He released her hair now that her mouth was breached.

She tasted the rubbery object that was forced into her mouth. Her tongue tried to force it out, but it was too thick, her lips stretched tightly around it. She could feel the outline of it with her tongue. It had to be a dildo, this one felt lifelike, all the way from the slick head and the sharp ridge around it, to the shaft, with bumps and ridges that ringed it. Not only was it in her mouth, but Michael also pulled something around behind her head. She felt him tighten it, but the worst part was that it was attached to the dildo in her mouth. As he tightened it, the dildo pressed deeper into her mouth. She felt it slide along her tongue as her own spit aided the penetration. She felt her lips pulled back, and then, Michael tied the device behind her head to trap the dildo her mouth. She struggled to force it out, but then, she gagged on it; the slightest movement forced the thick head to push into her throat. She was still sore from his cock, so she pulled back as to not give the dildo any chance to penetrate her throat again. Why did Michael gag me with this horrible dildo?

He walked into the room, naked just as Michael was. He was Michael’s best friend and his partner all these years with the reluctant girls that they had found living in the house. This was different. She realized that they weren’t supernatural beings, not sure why she submitted, but Michael did have that effect on women. Once they’d succumbed to being bound and found that they had no choice, they submitted to his depravities. They often found that they enjoyed being forced. He saw her eyes open wide when he walked in. His hand went to his cock and stroked it until it was as big as Michael’s.

“This is David, my partner. I thought you might enjoy both of us. Are you comfortable with the cock gag in your mouth? I didn’t want any protests from you in case you wanted to change your mind. As you can see from our cocks, we’ll not be denied the pleasure of your body.” Michael’s cock slid along her hip and felt the pleasure of her smooth, silky skin rub the head of his cock.

She tried to shake her head in protest, but each time she moved, it felt like the fake cock in her mouth came alive and tried to throat fuck her. Michael knew just the right distance, the cock not in her throat, but any protest on her part and she would choke on the fake cock. She struggled to stay still, but both men were eager to have their pleasure with her, Faith feared how they’d do it. It was David that came next to her, his hands raised up and began to tease her nipples until they were hard points. His fingernail snapped harshly over the sensitive tips that made her pussy wet with desire. He held out a piece of string. Faith looked down as he fashioned a noose around one of her nipples. He grabbed the very tip as he began to slide the noose down her nipple until it trapped the very base. She felt the pressure as he tightened the noose until the blood was pushed to the tip and it throbbed with pain. He released the string but went to work on the other; Faith found her other nipple trapped in the embrace of the string. He picked up the other string, pulled both of them out until he could push the ends of the strings over two hooks that hung down from the ceiling. She could only watch as he pulled them through the hook until the tension in the strings became taut. He knotted both strings until they were tight. Her nipples throbbed. It was as if all her senses were confined to her trapped nipples.

“Stretch them,” Michael was eager to fuck her.

David began to pull the rings back, the strings having no choice but to pull. The knots held tight. In fact, with the noose, they gripped even tighter. There was no way it would release her nipples from the painful grip of the string.

“MMMGG, GGGLLUGGH!” She tried to protest what they were doing to her, but it only made it worse, the tip of the hard dildo forced into the opening of her throat. She could only gulp and accept it as it tickled her tonsils as the smooth, slick head began to enter her throat. She choked and gagged, reminded what it felt like when Michael fucked her throat. Her nipples felt like they were being yanked off by a pair of pliers, the angle of the string made them bend painfully, the string felt like a wire band cut into them. It hurt, hurt so bad, her nipples never subjected to such cruel treatment.

Her legs were next; Michael yanked one until it spread far to the side, a leather cuff attached to a chain hooked to the floor waited for her. She was quickly attached. The next one was painful, her crotch felt as if she was torn up the middle, Michael enjoyed her grunts, but when he finished with her, her legs were spread in a big Y. There was no way she’d be able to escape.

Michael brought it out, having just arrived last month, not able to use it yet, but Faith wouldn’t have much of a say to deny him. He held it up into her face. “It’s called a pussy-lip spreader. This is the heavy-duty model; it has eight, not four rubber-coated clamps. It takes an obedient sub to handle it or someone that is bound and has no choice.”

She’d never seen anything like it. It was an eight-inch pink-plastic ring. In the center were the eight rubber-coated clamps, a leather string attached to each one. It didn’t take much for her to realize what it would do. Once her pussy lips were attached to all eight clamps, Michael would pull the leather string. Her pussy lips would pull open; the round cord stops would hold her securely once she was spread to the fullest. It was a cruel device that left her inner lips open and vulnerable, including her clit, which would have no place to hide. Once clamped open, it would still allow a cock to slip through the opening to fuck her, but every thrust inside her would make the ring shake and tug to leave her in a constant state of pain.

Michael went to work on her pussy. He kneeled down to run his tongue up and down her slit to gather up her juices. Once she was wet, he began to clamp her pussy lips. He started at the sides and then worked on the bottom and finally the top. He made sure that he left three clamps just for the top, his finger rubbed over her big, red clit that was exposed by the spreader. Her clit wouldn’t be able to escape. He heard her moans grow louder as he began to spread her and tugged each side once before he made a second run around the ring to extend it further. Her gagged groans grew louder, in spite of them being stifled each time as the cock gag shoved deeper into her throat.

It felt like her pussy lips were being torn from her body, the heavy ring finally released, but it tugged her lips down by the sheer weight. The clamps refused to release its prey as they dug in deeper. Faith didn’t think she could survive this, her body was in a constant state of pain, the slightest movement drove the fake cock deeper into her throat, her nipples felt crushed and stretched, and now, her pussy was open, the cool night air blew on her superheated flesh.

“One last thing, Faith.” He showed her four tiny metal balls, but he had to show her close up so she could see the details on them. Each ball was covered with tiny barbed needles, only a half inch in length, but sharp and numerous. “I’m going to slip these between your ass cheeks. They’ll penetrate your flesh and keep them there, but the real pain will be if you mistakenly clench your ass cheeks. Your tight muscles will make the barbs sink deeper into your flesh. Not even when you unclench them will it do any good, the barbs will hold them deep into your flesh.”

He slapped her ass cheeks, and Faith knew what she had to do. She relaxed her cheeks as she felt Michael’s hot breath blow on her crack and pussy, then the touch of his wet tongue licked up her crack and sent her anus into uncontrollable spasms as it passed over the tiny knot of muscles. She groaned when she felt the first of the balls pressed at the top of her crack, the next farther down, but he left her anus untouched. Someone was going to fuck her back there, the balls made sure that she left herself open to be sodomized. She would have to take one cock in her pussy, the other in her ass, double fucked as the cruel devices rippled painfully through her body. They’d fuck her to death.

“Front or back,” David offered his preference to Michael.

“Backdoor for me. Her mouth drained me once; I want to make sure that I’ll enjoy her tight ass. I don’t think she’s an ass virgin, but I expect her to be tight, and with the way we have her strung up, her clenching muscles will make it very enjoyable for us.”

So David would fuck her pussy while Michael fucked her ass. He had already cum, so by the time he was finished, her insides would be sore from the constant ass fucking, never mind all the other pain they had in store for her. She gulped hard on the cock in her throat, unable to force it out, destined to be triple fucked, the dildo taking her mouth. David rubbed his cock up and down her slit to ignite the pain as it tugged on the clamps. Each time his cock hit the ring, it sent sharp pains into her pussy. He was big like Michael, the head of his cock stretched her, but her pussy shrank from the pain of the stretching clamps. Now, it seemed all the pain was concentrated on the head of his cock as it slowly forced its way inside her. She could do nothing to stop him, the head ruthless as it shoved aside her reluctant muscles. He began to stroke her slowly; the head pulled out and then thrust back in. Each thrust sent her body moving, her nipples felt as if they were being torn from her chest, the string felt like barbwire that dug into her sensitive flesh.

Michael moved behind her, as David went to work on her. He rubbed his cock to lubricate it with oil until it glistened. He looked down at her ass, her crack opened wide by the cruel balls, but he saw her buttocks clench as she tried to control her unresponsive muscles. Her tiny brown anus peeked out; Michael touched the head of his cock against the dark muscles. Her buttocks clenched, and she squealed behind the cock gag. He waited until her buttocks parted so submissively. He began to push with his hips and saw her move as she found herself suddenly stuck between two hard cocks that both tried to enter her at once. He was sure that no one had ever done it before to her.

The cock in her pussy stretched her, but it was the one in her ass that she worried about. Her body fought all that they did to stretch and squeeze her. David began to fuck her in short, brutal thrusts that pushed aside all her reluctant muscles to sink into the depths of her pussy. Just as the head of David’s cock bottomed out in her pussy to slam hard against her cervix and made her jerk, Michael’s cock breached her anus with its thick head. Her anal ring stretched until it was taut, the smooth head sucked into her rectum when the muscles slipped behind the thick ridge and trapped him into her ass. She gulped and took another half an inch of fake cock in her throat. It was as though there was one big cock inside her.

“Damn, her ass hole’s going to nip my cock,” Michael exclaimed in pleasure as her tight rectum clenched onto his cock. He grunted and shoved with his hips, another inch of cock pushed inside her until he couldn’t go any further. He began to withdraw.

David pulled out at the same time as Michael. It felt like a giant vacuum sucked out her insides behind the cocks. Her ass hole collapsed behind the cockhead that pulled out, the suction so powerful. Just when she thought they would pull free, they changed directions, and the two thick cocks sank into her body as though they tried to meet inside and destroy her with their power. It felt like a spear was shoved into her middle, both of them slammed inside her at the same time, her body battered by the jarring blow. Her pussy lips felt like they were being torn from her body, the ring bounced around to tug and tear at her delicate lips. She felt the barbs stick into her ass crack like fishhooks. They took a toll on her body as they began to fuck her hard. Michael in her ass was the worst; it was never ending. He sank deep into her bowels until her belly cramped around the organ. Her soft ass walls were shoved open until she thought they would tear, stretched like a tight rubber around his cock. She knew she gave them both a good fuck, but it was at her expense, the pain rippled continuously through her body.

It took about five minutes; Faith never realized a change had occurred. They reamed her pussy and ass hole without restraint, her insides clung to their cocks. It was David’s cock that fucked her pussy that changed her. He had shifted the angle of his cock to shove it up higher to stretch her insides deeper as it plunged inside her like a dagger. But as it dragged out, it rubbed against her swollen clit, the veins and bumps rubbed it until she felt a tremor of pleasure among the pain she felt. She concentrated all of her attention on that one spot—her clit. It was as though she willed it to get bigger and rub harder on the cock that fucked her. She couldn’t get enough of it, her insides clenched painfully on the twin cocks, but she would do anything to get the pleasure that built in her body. Even Michael’s cock in her ass rubbed her bowels until she felt an unexpected pleasure. Can I cum while being ass fucked? She began to shake her body as they fucked her, the strings on her nipples tightened until they felt like they would burst her swollen tips. The pussy lips spreader yanked on her lips insanely, but she no longer felt pain, her puffy lips swollen from the bite of the rubber clamps, but the constant tugging was a reminder of the pleasure the cock gave to her clit. Faith pushed her head forward until more of the fake cock plunged into her throat and gulped loudly as she swallowed the lewd dildo.

“I think she’s going to cum, Michael.” It felt like her pussy milked his cock as it clenched on the head with such firmness until he could barely shove it back in unless she relented and let it go. He looked down to see the large clit being rubbed by his cock.

“Her ass hole clenches on my cock, even when I shove deep into her guts. It is as though she milks the cum from my balls so I can give her a cum enema. Come on, Faith, cum with us.” Both of them picked up speed.

It was as though her pussy and ass hole were on fire; the friction from their constant fucking burned her insides. Michael pushed her over the edge. He shoved in so deep that Faith expected his cock to come out of her mouth, the jerking cock cramped her stomach as it sank into the deepest depths of her bowels. It let loose a torrent of hot, molten cum in her ass hole as her muscles tightened with each jet. Faith exploded in an orgasm that raced through her body, the pain mixed with the pleasure as she came on David’s cock. This set him off, another cock filled her with so much hot cum that she thought she would drown from it, but even that thought was exciting. Drowning in a sea of cum was a fate so promising. She began to fade from reality, her head exploded until she grew dizzy, but the two men continued to spew their hot cum into her body as her throat swallowed the fake cock in her mouth. Just as the last jet of cum blasted her pussy, she lost consciousness.

Michael thought they had killed her, but when they finally finished cumming and her muscles relaxed enough so they could pull out, they realized that she had only passed out. It didn’t take long to take her down, probably better as they pulled the strings off her pinched nipples and the pussy-lip clamps off her pussy while she was still unconscious. She never felt the pain as the blood rushed back. They laid her on the floor to pull the dildo from her mouth. They could see her eyes flutter as consciousness began to come back to her.

She finally opened her eyes and realized that she was no longer bound, laid on the floor, her nipples throbbed but no longer twisted by string, her pussy lips throbbed as though they were twice the size but nothing bit into them. She clenched her ass cheeks and felt the barbs dig deep into her skin. “Take the balls out of my ass crack,” she begged.

She saw darkness over her and then she felt a wet, semi-hard cock shoved into her mouth. She tasted thick cum coat her lips so she knew that someone had used her mouth to clean their cock free of cum. When the next cock shoved into her mouth, she knew it was Michael; the foul, soiled cock filled her with his drying cum and so much more. She gagged, but she could do little but service his cock until it was clean and glistened with her spit. He pulled it out as both men stood naked over her.

They looked at the cum that dripped from her mouth, to her swollen nipples and pussy lips. She had definitely been well fucked within an inch of her life, but she had a smirk of pleasure on her face.

“I’m glad you survived. I might want you to visit us again.”

She didn’t answer, but she knew she wouldn’t have a choice if they requested it. She found that she enjoyed being taken against her will, and Michael and his grandfather did things to her that repulsed, degraded, humiliated and excited her all at once.





Chapter 12


Finished




Faith was inspired to write the article while all the salacious details were still in her head. It took her a week of intense writing, but that is the way she liked to write best, devoting all her time and energy into the one task.

“Hello, Tyler.”

He recognized her voice instantly; his cock also realized it, the thought of the way Faith had sucked his cock brought back such fond memories. “Good to hear your voice.”

She wet her lips as she remembered the feel of his cock in her mouth. She wasn’t ashamed of what she did; in fact, it was a pleasant memory. “I’ve finished the story. I’ll let you read it as we drive out to do the photo shoot. Can you arrange it by Wednesday?”

“Anything for you. Do you have any preferences?” He knew who the photographer would be; it was just the model that had to be decided. Faith would have to tell her what she was looking for.

“Dark hair, below the neck. No tattoos that will show. She should have a great figure as she will be wearing a skimpy bra and panties. She should also look good in leather cuffs as well as being comfortable in tight bondage.”

“I think I am going to enjoy this, too!” His cock got bigger and harder.

“Yes, I thought you would,” Faith smirked.

“Will it make you wet?” It was inappropriate, but he had to ask it.

“Drenched but don’t get any ideas that I’ll fall to my knees for you.”

“I can always hope. I’ll give you a call when it is all arranged. I can’t wait to read the article. Your publisher will love it once we have the photos with it.”

“This will be one of my best and my most enjoyable. If I keep having assignments like this, I’ll end up doing them for nothing.”

“If you do that, then I’ll have to take my ten percent from you in other ways, but that’s not a problem for me.” Not only on her knees, but also on her hands and knees would be good. Bound would add a new dimension to it.

“You can only wish. I can imagine what is going through your head, or is it just your cock speaking now?”

“Two heads are better than one,” he kidded her.

“Good bye, Tyler, I’ll let you go so you can masturbate to your fantasies.”

* * *

She did it on purpose, not sure if for Tyler or herself. She wore a short red skirt that clung to her body, a red thong beneath it. Nothing encumbered her breasts beneath the thin sweater, smirking when her nipples hardened instantly when she saw him look at her. She drove while Tyler read the story, but his eyes moved to her often. How could he not help looking at me, my short skirt rode up so high that my panties were almost revealed?

Tyler couldn’t stop his erection, not only was the story “uplifting,” but Faith also looked extremely hot today. Her long, lean legs were uncovered and there was no mistaking her hard nipples naked beneath the sweater. He finally put the article down. “That is the hottest thing I ever read.” His lips were dry from reading it, but his cock was rock hard. That is how he knew it was so good.

“I’m glad you like it.” She looked over at him, nothing more obvious than his cock sticking up. If all her male readers came up with the same reaction, she’d be a best-selling author soon enough.

“You certainly do put yourself into your stories. You can tell by the details. No one could make them up.”

“That is what makes it so enjoyable, at least for me.”

“I loved the barrel.” Tyler took a chance and let his hand slide over her naked leg. She didn’t jump or push it away, although she did look at him.

“It was like nothing I ever felt before. I was naked and bent in two, trapped, not even sure what it would do to me or with me.” She felt his hand grip her leg tighter. She let them part a little wider, a sign of encouragement she knew he’d take. His hand slid onto her inner thigh.

He didn’t say anything, but she didn’t stop him, so he continued to run his hand along the smooth, silky flesh of her inner thigh. He moved higher up and her legs kept spread as if she was obedient.

“The first time the barrel moved and my naked ass began to poke out, I knew I was in trouble, but it was too late by that time. It was as though Michael sensed how vulnerable I was.” She saw Tyler sense the same thing in her. Her legs spread wider as his hand slid up her thigh. She felt her pussy grow damp with desire. She knew that she wouldn’t make it to the house before she would cum. She never let anyone masturbate her while she was driving, but she recently had lots of never’s before.

His fingers slid under the edge of her short skirt, until he found the edge of her panties. His fingers searched until he found her thong, so much the better. There wouldn’t be much to get in the way. He could see the way she relaxed, her legs spread apart limply to leave herself open and vulnerable. “Was he big in your ass?”

She felt his hand grip her crotch, strong fingers dug into the folds of her pussy until one finger squirmed between her lips. The finger began to rock up and down. “I thought he’d kill me with his cock. It was so damn big and hard. The barrel seemed to know what to do to please him, as though he willed it to perform.” She moaned softly as the finger dug deeper into her slit.

“Do you want me to slip your panties off?”

“Not yet.” She wanted to feel his fingers explore her.

He did as she asked; his fingers ran along the edge of her panties until it slid down to her naked ass. Her ass rose up slightly from the seat, his fingers found her crack and the soft thong that ran between it. He pulled it out and pushed it aside. His fingers explored where the thong was to slide along her crack until he felt her ass hole.

“It pushed inside me, the thick head ruthlessly forced my anal ring to part and my ass muscles pulled it into my hot rectum. EEHHH!” Tyler’s finger found the same spot as Michael as she felt her anus penetrated by the demanding finger.

“Then, he let the barrel sodomize me, his cock still as the barrel rocked me back and forth.” She couldn’t contain the cry as Tyler’s finger plunged into her rectum and teased at the reluctant muscles. “The barrel took me hard and he filled me with his massive cock until it was buried deep into my guts.” The finger twisted and turned inside her ass hole. Now, his other hand slipped under her skirt to push her thong aside as a finger slipped into her wet pussy with such ease. She could feel them both move inside her.

Her ass hole and pussy gripped his fingers, but he continued to move them. His thumb moved to the top of her slit to press her clit into her pubic bone and grind it back and forth. In spite of the pressure of his thumb, he could feel the round bud grow harder and bigger. Faith’s hips began to pump onto the two fingers that were deep inside her.

“When the barrel began to move in circles, it felt like his cock stretched me in places that weren’t meant to be stretched.” She felt Tyler’s finger bend in her ass hole and stretch her. It pulled out, but when it returned, there were two thick fingers that stretched her anal ring until it ached. Nothing could stop him; the fingers pushed aside her reluctant muscles to plunge into the depths of her pussy. Faith had a hard time driving; luckily, there wasn’t much traffic on the road, and they still had a way to go before they got to the house. Tyler fingered both of her holes now; he even paid attention to her clit. She knew she wouldn’t last much longer, so she continued to finish the story.

She had such a tight ass hole; his fingers had to shove hard to breach her. He began to slide them in and out to tease at her anal ring and make it stretch wider before he plunged back into the depths of her bowels, his fingers pushed into her pussy at the same time. He could feel his finger in her pussy become soaked with her juices, and he wished she’d pull over so he could finish her off with his mouth.

“It felt like a battering ram was being shoved up my ass each time, but I had no choice, the barrel made me just a hole to pleasure Michael’s massive cock that reamed me out with each thrust. If that wasn’t bad enough, the barrel came alive in a strange way. It began to jerk up and down as it made my ass hole ride around his cock in circles, and all the while, it fucked me up and down his cock. The new dimension made his cock feel as if it would poke out the side of my guts.” She was on the verge of cumming, nothing could stop it any longer.

“Cum for me, Faith. Cum hard!” He thrust his fingers deep into her guts to twist and turn them until he felt her insides clench onto his fingers with such power. He fingered her pussy, but all his attentions were on her clit, his thumb put so much pressure on it, back and forth to drive it into the hardness of her pubic bone, almost afraid he would make the swollen organ pop. Instead, it made her explode. He watched the expression on her face as she came all over his fingers. Faith struggled to keep the car on the road, all while she came explosively. It took her a few minutes before her body released his fingers. He pulled them out to lick the one that was in her pussy and savor all of her juices. “Don’t miss the turn, Faith.”

She took her panties off while she drove, knowing that Tyler was still hard and it would tease him to death while they were here. Her pussy was naked and her juices dried, all the while, his cock was hard and unfulfilled. Last time, she had sucked his cock and she got nothing in return. This time, it was his turn to suffer. He could watch the bondage model and dream of all the things he could do to her.





Epilogue




It had been six months since the article had come out. It was everything that Tyler said it would be and more. It was Playhouse magazine’s highest-selling issue in its twenty years of publication. Not even the photo shoot of Mila Kunis in the same issue could take away the importance of her article. People that never read the magazine before picked it up; the article was the watercooler talk at everyone’s job. Faith was promoted and given the go-ahead to write a book of all her experiences. The magazine would publish excerpts from it, but they expected it to be a number-one best seller the day it came out.

“Hello, Tyler,” she purred into the phone.

“I haven’t heard from you in a while. I thought you forgot about your number-one agent.”

“No, just busy with the novel and some fieldwork to fill the chapters. I do have a surprise for you. I told you about Michael at Boldage Manor, the grandson.”

“Yes, you did. How is he doing since the article came out?

“Boldage Manor is just as infamous as I am famous. He spent a lot of money, but he fixed it up to bring it back to the grand time of his grandfather. It seemed to have quite a following among young, eager women. Michael took up where his grandfather left off. I am told that his parties on the weekend are something that you don’t want to miss. There is even a legend forming about Michael the grandson, his sexual prowess and the young ladies that succumb to his sexual exploits. My article seemed to make bondage a popular pastime with the willing or unwilling females that frequent his parties.”

“That’s good for Michael.”

“I thought you might like to attend one of his weekend parties. I have arranged for you to be his guest this weekend. I told him that you are a personal friend of mine and he should do everything to make your weekend as enjoyable and enlightening as possible. He assured me that you wouldn’t be spared any of the depravities that made him infamous.”

“I’m already hard at the thought of it. Will I see you there?” He hoped she would say yes.

“No, unfortunately, I cannot make it, but I am sure that Michael will find someone to satisfy all of your depraved and perverted lusts. I have heard that he has expanded the amount of bondage furniture that he has. I am sure that he can find an unwitting, helpless female for you to sexually abuse. Bound, she’d have no choice except to service you in all the ways you have imagined but she never did. Just make believe it’s me.” She knew he’d have no trouble forgetting her once a beautiful, young girl was stripped naked and bound for his pleasure.

“Yes, but I will always have a soft spot in my heart and a hard spot in my pants for you, Faith. I’ll try to bear the situation and do the best that I can. And thank you for thinking of me.”

* * *

Tyler hit it off with Michael the moment they met. Why wouldn’t he? They both enjoyed the pleasure a woman could give them, especially when they had no choice. There was no wining and dining to get them into bed, all that was needed was strong rope or chains and some very sturdy furniture.

The house was crowded, more females than males. The women were a mixed bunch. There were some that looked like they already had a hard life, but others were beautiful, young girls or average-looking women that had a sparkle in their eyes as to what they’d submit to. It was a strange excitement for them to give up their free will and lose the ability to say no to anything that a strange man would do to them or make them do.

“I have a lovely girl for you this weekend, Tyler. Faith told me a little about you, but tell me your deepest, darkest desires, and I’ll strive to have her fulfill them.”

“I would love to physically abuse her. Whip her wherever I want, clamp her body until she screams silently, force her to cum while submitting her body to unspeakable hell.”

“So you would like to turn her into a pain slut?”

“That sounds about right,” Tyler’s cock throbbed. “I don’t want her gagged, but she must remain silent. I don’t want to lose the ability to take her in her mouth anytime I desire.”

“Give me half an hour to get the room ready. I have some new furniture that’ll be up your alley. It’s never been used, but by the time you’re finished with her, I am sure it’ll be stained with her juices. Have a drink while you wait, admire the willing women. Don’t be afraid to touch; they expect it.”

Tyler got a drink and walked over to where two beautiful girls were talking. They eyed him as he drew near. He didn’t say anything but put his drink down so he’d have two hands free. “I’m Tyler, a friend of Michael’s.” He eyed the girl with the dark hair. “You have a lovely ass. Turn around and put your hands on the wall.” He was surprised, but she put her drink down, turned until her back was to him. She put her hands on the wall, but it wasn’t enough for him. “Higher up the wall and push your ass back.” His hands caressed her back until he found her buttocks clenched tight. “Spread your legs and relax your muscles.” She spread her legs wide as if she was forced to do so.

She shuddered as she did what he said. Bonnie had told her about this place, not sure she could do what was required, but this man demanded her to obey, and she felt the tremors in her body as she obeyed without question. His hands slid over her butt without question, her thighs trembled to close but fought the urge. His hands swept up under her short dress, found her thighs, and squeezed them before a hand gripped her sex as if it was a giant ball; thick fingers dug into her slit until she was thrust up on her toes. Her hips moved uncontrollably as she humped on the stranger’s hands and fingers.

“I can feel how damp you are.” His hand pushed her dress up her back until her panty-covered ass was exposed. She had a lovely set of cheeks. With the spread of her legs, her crack was revealed. He saw her turn to look at him, her eyes pleaded with him, but he pushed her panties down until her ass was revealed.

She couldn’t believe that her ass was naked; her girlfriend stood idly by while the stranger fondled her like a sex toy. Yes, there was no mistaking that her pussy was soaked with desire. She never believed that being forced to perform and show her naked body could be such a turn on. The hand ran over her buttocks until a finger found her crack. She tried to clench her cheeks in defense but only succeeded in trapping the finger between them. She could feel the blood pound in the tip of his finger and took a deep breath until she could finally force her buttocks to relax.

“Relax, there is nothing you can do to stop me,” Tyler teased her. He felt her cheeks relax, his finger slid along the damp crack until he found her anus. The minute the tip of his finger touched the tiny, tight hole, he could feel the spasms as she realized where his finger was.

“AAAAAHHH!” She was forced up on her toes by the finger. She felt the pressure on her anal ring, the tiny muscle opened by brute force. It moved inside her, the tip of his finger slid harshly into her rectum, her muscles revolted against the intrusion by trying to force it out. It continued to slide deeper and forced her up higher and higher until she was on the tips of her toes, unable to go any further to escape. She couldn’t believe it, but the squirming finger in her bowels was no apparition. She had a strange man with his finger up her virgin ass hole.

“Tighten your muscles on my finger. Show me how good it would feel if I sodomized you.” He half expected her to balk at his command, but the next thing he felt on his finger was the contractions of her muscles on his finger. He felt the blood pushed from the tip by the powerful clenches. He didn’t have to tell her again, they released the tight grip, and then, it was back, her muscles contracted even harder. He finally was able to pull his finger from her ass but slapped her buttocks. “Good girl, I’ll have to come back and see you.” He left her and saw the disappointment on her face as Michael led him off in the house.

“In there, she’s all yours. She’s not gagged, but she’ll not say a word, no matter what you do. Grunts, screams and cries are allowed though; I wouldn’t want you to miss out on all the pleasure of a helpless girl’s cries.” He opened the door for Tyler.

There she was, naked, her wrists in leather cuffs as she hung from a chain that swung down from the ceiling. Her naked body was drawn up taut. Her face was covered with a rubber mask that left her eyes, nose and mouth open, but it covered everything else all the way to her neck like a second skin. He gazed down her glistening skin, a light covering of sweat making it sparkle in the light. She must have been hanging like this for a while. He took in her full, ripe breasts with nipples that begged to be teased, clamped, and devoured. Her waist was slim, with full hips. Her legs were coyly together, but the tiny bush only enhanced the full lips of her pussy and the tight slit. He walked behind her to admire her twin cheeks that begged to be spanked, whipped, and parted.

She saw him when he walked in and looked her over like a piece of meat bound and hung for his pleasure. Her pussy grew wet at the thought. He didn’t recognize her, Faith was glad; it’d be so much better, afraid that he might not try all of his depraved fantasies on her if he knew. With a complete stranger, there would be no regret of having someone know your perverted desires. She felt his hands on her hips, behind her that pulled her hips back until he made her cheeks dance against the bulge in his pants. She was on her toes already, the arch of her back only made it worse.

Tyler’s cock was ready to bust free on its own if he didn’t do something to relieve the pressure in his pants. He reluctantly pulled away from her ass to move in front of her as he slowly undressed. When he was naked, he stroked his cock in front of her to see her eyes stare down, as his cock grew harder and thicker. She’d soon feel it in every opening of her body. He looked around until he found what he was looking for, a new piece of furniture that Michael had told him about. It didn’t take much to see the black shroud that covered it in the corner. He pulled it off, glad that she couldn’t see it. Let her feel and see it at the same time, the surprise made it so much better.

He pushed it behind her as he saw her try to turn her head as it slid noisily across the floor. He stopped when the end was nudged up between her legs. “You’re going to have to spread your legs if this is going to fit,” he whispered into her ear. “Then, I’ll secure them.”

She felt something hard nuzzle up against her ass, afraid of what it might be, but she grew excited at what it might be at the same time. She could feel Tyler’s cock bounce up against her hip as he whispered into her ear. He lowered the chain a little until she could put her feet on the ground. She began to spread her legs, wider and wider as the hard device behind her began to slip through her thighs. It was wooden but smooth. She looked down just as it began to push out, and it looked like some type of sawhorse, but the top wasn’t smooth. It had a sharp ridge that pushed up. She had to stand on her toes again, harder with her legs spread, but the ridge already pushed apart her pussy lips. She could feel the smooth wood, but she was afraid that it might have splinters and her inner lips weren’t the place to get a splinter of wood stuck into. When Tyler finally stopped it, it stuck out a foot in front of her, her thighs already tired from being on her toes.

Tyler began to caress her stomach and down lower until his fingers fanned over her bush. “It waits for you to sit on it.” His finger found her lips to push them apart until he could draw her clit out of hiding. His finger rode it until it grew hard and red. Her hips began to move with the rhythm of his masturbating finger. When she was sufficiently wet, he stopped and stepped back. He picked up the whip, a small five-strand whip, the strands supple.

She cried out the first time the whip lashed across her ass cheeks. She jerked forward, her toes slid on the floor until they bent and she was forced down hard on the ridge. She screamed when the ridge felt like a sword sliced her pussy lips. She struggled to get back up on her toes, but Tyler returned with the whip; this time, it came across her ass until two strands caught between her cheeks and the rest slid down lower to catch the edges of her pussy lips from behind. It stung, her lips already felt like they swelled from the sharp ridge.

Tyler played the whip along her lower body for ten minutes until she panted, her body covered in sweat. Her pussy lips were a pretty pink, the wood between her thighs were stained with her juices. He didn’t allow her to get on her toes again; each time she tried, the whip found a new spot to hit, the front of her pussy now received the powerful blows, her lips pulled back by the supple leather that bit into her sensitive flesh. The last three strikes of the whip caught her clit; each time, it was smashed into her pubic bone. Her cries were continuous now.

He stopped whipping her as his hand caressed her ass cheeks. “I enjoyed that; I hope you did, too.” He found her sweat-drenched ass crack, his finger slid along it until he got to her anus. “Hold still,” he urged her, but she moved her hips to try to escape the probing finger, only to slide her pussy along the sharp edge of wood with painful consequences. His finger followed her movements until he was up to the first knuckle in the hottest, tightest ass he ever felt. Even tighter than the girl he met earlier.

Her pussy and ass ached, but it was her slit that took all the beating. Tyler whipped her, and the ridge that she rode tore into her flesh. Through it all, her pussy flooded the wood until it was stained dark. Now, a finger rode her ass hole hard and probed deeper as it twisted and turned inside her. It was as though it directed her every movement, her hips moved back and forth, as it dug into her bowels.

“Are you ready to be ass fucked?” She really didn’t have a choice, but it would be so much nicer to have her consent to be sodomized.

She could only nod her head. It hurt almost as much when he took her off the sharp ridge, but as it left her, she almost regretted not having something enforce her obedience. Yet, Tyler was ready for her.

He untied her but only temporarily. This time, she was placed on her belly over a small barrel, but in the center of the barrel was a thick wire brush, the copper brush glistened in the light. Her arms were pulled in front of her and secured to the front, her legs pulled to the sides and secured, widely spread and immobile. She felt her ass hole being lubricated, a thick finger dug deep into her bowels until the finger spread the thick lubricant. She had to arch her ass back to keep from being pushed into the wire brush. She knew that when Tyler began to fuck her, his thrusts would drive her forward onto the wire brush, which would scour her pussy. It wouldn’t take long before per pussy would bleed as it was rubbed raw. Her only hope would be to push back. Tyler banked on that, for it would force her to push her ass hole back onto his waiting cock and drive it deep into her guts. Her own thrusts would be just as hard as his. This would be a hard ass fuck.

He made his cock slick and placed it up against the dark, brown hole that glistened with the lubricant, slightly swollen from his probing finger and the beating of the whip. He pushed the head up to the hole and began to apply pressure. “Take it; I’m going to push it in nice and slow, so I can enjoy all the pleasure.”

It felt like a log shot up her bowels; Tyler rode her slowly and methodically. By the time she had suffered through the first four inches, she was forced to push back and take it harder up her ass. Inch by painful inch, his cock filled her backside with his throbbing flesh. As soon as he bottomed out in her intestines, he began to fuck her to take her with deep, powerful thrusts; Faith was forced to shove back to receive them or face the consequences of the wire brush.

As much as she tried, Tyler still managed to drive her onto the wire brush. He got such delight from it, her cries, and the way her muscles clenched when they cramped under the pain rippled along his cock like thousands of fingers. He worked harder at fucking her to make her take it at least a half-dozen times before he finally unloaded his first jet of cum into her guts. He must have dumped a gallon of cum into her before he finally pulled out, but her ass muscles gripped his cock lovingly as it pulled free.

She hated when he put his wet, soiled cock into her mouth, but she had no choice but to clean it. He still didn’t pull out; his cock grew harder as she went to work to bring his erection to life again. It was going to be a long, hard weekend, but Faith looked forward to every minute of it.

Tyler never thought he could cum that many times or make a girl cum so much, especially with all that he did to her. He clamped her nipples and pussy lips, a one-pound weight dragged her clit painfully toward the floor as he whipped her to make her sway back and forth. He was surprised when she came so prolifically that time.

He enjoyed her mouth so many times. He never had the pleasure of forcing a girl to take his cock down her throat before. She struggled, choked and gagged, but it only made him harder and more determined to see how far he could drive it into her belly. Yet, he always pulled it from her throat when he was ready to cum to force her to take his cum into her mouth and keep it there until he gave her permission to swallow it.

By the time she was finally freed the next day, her body would need a week to recover. She not only took his cock, but he pushed just about everything he could find into her pussy and ass hole to stretched her with the inanimate objects, while his cock took the other available holes for his pleasure.

She talked to him a couple of weeks later and asked him about his time with Michael.

“I had a great time, though it would’ve been much better if it had been you. You can’t imagine what I’d like to do to your lovely body,” he teased her. They had their chance occurrences but that would be all that they’d have.

“You’d be surprised what I can imagine, Tyler. After all, I’m the writer.” Tyler will also be surprised when he reads her book. He has a whole chapter in it about his weekend. Maybe then, he’d figure out that it was her that he took so harshly and fully that weekend.



