Haunted House of Bondage 

by Shon Richards

http://erotiterrorist.blogspot.com/2007/10/haunted-house-of-bondage.html


Ages ago, I came across Rich Larson's wonderful Haunted House of Lingerie. I loved the art but I also just loved that name. It evoked images all of its own. A few years later when I wanted to do a grand Halloween story, I tried a dozen names that just didn't work. At some point, I thought that none of the names were as good as the haunted house of bondage I wanted to write about.

Once I had a title, then I had to have a story. I was working for Ruthie's Club at the time and they have a policy of adding an illustration for every story part. That forced me to constantly think of visuals for my story and for Haunted House, it actually helped form the story. I sat down and made a list of everything I personally wanted to see. Then I made a second list of everything I like about the haunted house genre. Then I made a third list of plot elements to connect the two lists. The end result is a nice story that is equal parts porn and ghost story.

By the way, that process is the same thing I did for BDSM Beach and almost any long story these days. Try it with your favorite genre.

Two last things I want to discuss. One is that this is one of those rare stories where I do a submissive male and a dominant female plot. Not being a submissive male, I often draw upon horror and suspense for my inspiration. I like doing these scenes but I often get worried that because I lack any personal sexual interest that I might not do as good a job as I would like. I also find that my readership drops every time I stretch my writing muscles and do a submissive male story.

Second, my personal favorite bit about this whole series was the idea of having room names instead of chapters. It confuses the fuck out of some readers who stumble upon a later story part first, but I wouldn't change it for the world. It tickles me far more than it should.




The Sitting Room


Foxglove Manor was three stories of Southern Gothic inhospitality. Resembling a fortress more than a home, it stood surrounded by a moat of trees that grew uncomfortably close to the house, crowding in like soldiers forming ranks. Its tall dark-brown frame soaked in the fading light, a little of which reflected off the many narrow windows that were either outright opaque or tinted gray.

Stewart! The house is huge! Annette declared. There was an ugly accusation in the tone of her voice. Things had been kept from her, and she did not like it.

Im sorry, dear, Stewart said with the easy manner of one who had been saying those words for a decade.

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Virginia Hershey shook her head and then stopped herself before her clients noticed. Insulting the clients directly was sure to be a no-no at Kendall & Sons. This was Virginias first assignment without any sort of supervision, and the young lawyer reminded herself to be on her best behavior. She didnt have to like Stewart and Annette Foxglove; she just had to play nice for the next 12 hours or so.

Stewart, why didnt you tell me your aunt and uncle were so well off? Annette demanded. The tall woman hugged herself as she waited for the answer. A strand of blond hair came loose from the immaculate coif arranged on her head. Annette hadnt noticed it yet, but Virginia wondered if the wife was going to blame her husband for that as well. The woman would have been beautiful if it werent for the constant sneer on her face. Virginia suppressed a giggle as she imagined the woman haranguing her husband during sex.

Remember, dear, Stewart began lazily. He started to clean his glasses so he wouldnt have to face his wifes disdainful eyes. My family didnt have anything to do with Uncle Jonathan and his family. Dad said that Jonathan was a cruel older brother and that he was happy when Grandpa disowned him. Dad wouldnt even tell me why Grandpa disowned him. I was surprised to find that he lived so close to me. If it werent for that car accident that killed both him and Aunt Eleanor, we would never have known they existed.

You can hardly blame me for not knowing that Jonathan did quite well for himself. For that matter, I dont even know why he left everything to me.

Virginia waited to see if Annette would blame her timid husband, anyway. Stewart seemed like a nice enough man, but his deference to Annette was a little creepy. The man was a head shorter than his wife and already balding. His short, thin brown hair, hunched shoulders and emerging gut reminded Virginia of those sad professors whod haunted her old school. It was as if Annette were draining the vitality out of her husband. Virginia was prepared to like the man, but she kept catching him leering at her legs. He had already made a joke about her last name and being sweet. It would just be a matter of time before he made a pass at her using a candy-bar reference. The slender brunette found herself wishing she hadnt worn a skirt today.

The haughty wife and the small husband paused before approaching the house. Virginia had seen it earlier in the week, but it was still quite the sight. They stood there quietly for a few minutes as they absorbed the sight of Foxglove Manor.

Annette turned her annoyance to their lawyer chaperone.

This is insane, she said. Ms. Hershey, are there at least any servants to wait on us tonight?

No, Virginia said. She hated how timid her voice sounded compared to Annettes. Everyone on the staff left right after your uncles accident. I tried to contact them, but they disappeared rather quickly. Most of them even refused the large amounts of money that were left to them.

Really? Annette said. Where did that money go if they refused it? A flush of color appeared on the tanned blondes cheeks despite the cold of the October afternoon.

Well, at their refusal, it reverts back to you along with the rest of the $3.8 million, Virginia said.

If we fulfill our obligations first, Stewart interjected. Remember, dear, we wont see a penny until we do as Uncle Jonathan asks and spend a night in Foxglove Manor. I suspect the man didnt want us to sell his home without at least giving it a chance.

Annette snorted. I already despise the place. Making us spend the night here and trusting us so little as to require that a lawyer watch us has put me in an unpleasant mood. I can see your uncle had more wealth than your small job at the university could provide, but it hardly excuses his bad manners.

Virginia sighed, and this time, she didnt care that both Stewart and Annette turned to look at her. This was going to be a long night, and it hadnt even started yet. The will required them to spend from sunset to sunrise in Foxglove Manor, and Virginia could only hope that the three floors would give her space from the harridan and her pet.

We should get inside, Virginia said. The sun is beginning to set, and Id rather we were inside before dark as the will requests.

She opened the double doors into the manor. The small man tried to take his wifes hand, but she complained that his was too cold. There was a chill when they entered the foyer: The temperature was strangely colder inside than outside. Annette complained about turning on the heat, and Stewart mentioned something about microclimates. Virginia listened to them with a half-smile until both of them stopped and gaped in awe at the foyer.

She had wondered how long it would take them to notice the decorations. When Virginia had inspected Foxglove Manor earlier, it had taken three hours for her blush to fade. Little was known about the Foxgloves, but Virginia found it easy to guess that they were not shy people.

For one thing, there were the two marble nudes at the bottom of the staircase. The statues were of women, their hands and ankles bound to the bottom rung of the staircase. Their mouths hung open in decadent silent howls. Strange green symbols with a distinctly erotic shape were painted on the bellies of the statues. The detail of the statues was amazing and lifelike. Virginia thought the one of the left had nipples to die for, but the one on the right had better calves.

At first glance, the floor appeared to be laid with simple white tiles, but when your eyes rested on one, you noticed that there were faint illustrations on the tiles. Stewart noticed them first and actually bent down on one knee to examine the picture. His cheeks burned brightly, and he stood up quickly. Virginia remembered how shocked she had been to find an orgy on every tile.

Annette, meanwhile, had discovered the Oriental vase that held the umbrellas. The green pottery was beautifully painted with what at first appeared to be a domestic farming scene. It didnt take long for the woman to notice that every person depicted on the vase was nude and wearing chains. Chained men pulled plows like oxen, while bound women were milked like cows. Annettes gasp of understanding echoed through the quiet manor.

What kind of sick house is this? she said.

I dont know, Stewart said. I think it has character. I kind of like it.

Shut up, Stewart, Annette said. Well, Ms. Hershey, youve seen the rest of the house. Is it all decorated like a brothel?

Virginia smiled. She was enjoying Annettes discomfort. No, I believe some of it is decorated like a dungeon, and one part looks like an Arabian harem.

Stewart chuckled, and Annette silenced him with a glare. When Annettes back was turned, he winked at Virginia. The lawyer barely restrained herself from rolling her eyes.

Lets survey the rest of the house, Annette said. She let out a long sigh of disappointment followed by a fake smile. Virginia had seen that smile in courtrooms before. It was the smile of someone who wanted to communicate that they were being the better person, while inside, they thought you were a piece of refuse. Virginia returned the smile.

They performed a casual inspection of the kitchen. Annette was bored, but Stewart looked delighted with the abundance of appliances. Virginia was not surprised to discover that Annette didnt cook. Stewart had to be forcefully pulled from the kitchen but not before promising to make a sweet delight later in honor of Ms. Hershey.

Next was what appeared to be a sitting room. Aside from a table, a full-length mirror and some bookshelves, it contained with some odd chairs. Two were very elegant, but the other three were of dubious purposes. The most suspicious chair had a wooden top on the back of the chair that resembled a pillory or stocks. Another had handcuffs permanently attached to the sides of the seat. ; a thick ebony phallus that made Stewart feel inadequate stuck up from its seat. The last odd chair had an open hole in the seat. Annette, for some reason, choose to focus on the last chair.

Oh, God, I hope this isnt some sort of sick bathroom toy! she said.

No, I think its connected to this cabinet, Virginia said. She opened the cabinet doors to reveal a dozen whips and paddles hanging within.

That would explain why the legs of the chair are adjustable, Stewart said. See, you can raise or lower the chair as you need.

Annette glared at her husband until he stopped demonstrating the assets of the chair. Virginia amused herself by flipping through a book of fetish pictures that had been left on the coffee table. Stewart turned his attention to the collection of books on a shelf until he realized that all of them were concerned with various matters of the occult. He made several pointed comments about the superstitions of the elderly. Annette declared that the whole room was unsalvageable and would have to be redecorated.

The dining room was a different matter. The oak table that seated twelve was impressive, and the china cabinet filled with elegant silver was a real treasure, but the Foxgloves were a bit concerned about the other china cabinet, which held sterling silver chains and dog bowls. They were even more disturbed when Virginia reminded them that the former owners didnt have dogs or cats. The look of distaste on Annettes face reminded Virginia that life was worth living.

The strange centerpiece on the dining table fascinated Stewart. It was a green statue of a man bound in chains to a rock. The man sported an immense erection and was bound so that his erection was the highest point of the statue. The centerpiece was made of a porous material that was flaking onto the table. Stewart examined it for a few minutes before coming to a startled conclusion.

Oh, my! he exclaimed. This is a rare depiction of the Rape of Eros! Scholars have been talking about this for years!. There are only three known artifacts depicting this scene, and none of them are as large as this piece!

Eros? Virginia said. You mean Cupid, right? I dont remember a story of him being raped.

Stewart stared at the statue as he answered. It was mentioned in passing on a crumbling piece of pottery unearthed in Athens. Apparently, Hades and his wife, Persephone, chained Eros to a rock and had their way with him. There are clues on the pot that imply he might not have been so unwilling. It helped explain a few odd items that had been discovered over the years, but this, this statue is magnificent if it is authentic.

Is it valuable? Annette asked.

If its authentic, Stewart said. Its a shame it appears to have some red and white stains on it. Why would they keep such an important piece on the dinner table where it could get dirty? Ill call the college tonight and see if Professor Gheric can come over. Hed love to see this!

Virginia shook her head. Tomorrow. The will is quite specific that only you, your wife and a lawyer may be present tonight.

Stewart scowled. Virginia was amused to see the first sign of real passion in the man. She still didnt like the way he kept checking out her ass, but at least he had a spine. Even Annette refrained from browbeating him when he was admiring the statue.

Next was the game room. There were no odd statues or antiques to excite Stewart, but the obscene pictures on the billiard balls amused him. Annette was delighted by the chess set. The figures were mythological creatures performing lewd acts, but each piece appeared to be made of gold. Annette was sure that they would fetch a good price.

Their eyes were eventually drawn to the huge painting above the fireplace. It was of a striking pale woman with long black hair. Around her neck was a black leather collar complete with spikes. The only other apparel she was wearing were a gamblers visor and diamond studs through her nipples. In one hand, she held a pool stick, and in the other, she held two dice. The painting was of photographic realism, which made her nudity all the more disturbing.

Who is that? Annette asked.

Virginia had been waiting for this. I believe that is the chauffeur who was driving when the Foxgloves had their fatal accident. She died as well. The Foxgloves adored her. If she had survived the crash, she would have inherited everything.

What was her name? Stewart asked. He was leering at the painting like he leered at Virginias legs: shamelessly.

Virginia had been waiting for that. . According to court records, she had her name legally changed to Painslut five years ago.

Stewart blushed, and Annette simply glared.

It comes down tomorrow, Annette declared. Noticing that her husband was still staring at the painting, she added, Stewart, Im hungry. Can you start dinner?

But, dear, I wanted to tour the rest of the house with you, he said.

Annette folded her arms and didnt answer. Virginia, unable to watch, examined a risqu? billiard ball. Stewart recognized the resolve in Annettes eyes and gave in.

Sure, Ill see what they have thats canned and see what I can whip up, he said. They only passed away two weeks ago, so the kitchen wont be that neglected.

He kissed his wife on the cheek and tried to catch the eye of the sexy lawyer, but Ms. Hershey was looking at the billiards table. Stewart took advantage of her distraction to get another good look at her legs. God, for a short girl, she had such sleek, firm legs.

As he went into the kitchen, he heard the two women going upstairs. Daydreams of Ms. Hersheys legs climbing the stairs ran through his mind as he assessed the stock of the kitchen. Stewart had to put aside his fantasies of the lawyer in order to concentrate. He really enjoyed the manor, and he wanted their meal here to be special. Maybe if he cooked a fantastic meal, Annette would let him keep the place.

The kitchen held a few surprises that he hadnt noticed earlier. There were small rings set in the floor in front of the sink and stove. These puzzled him until he found a set of manacles that ended in rings that matched the ones set in the floor. It brought new meaning to the phrase slaving away in the kitchen. Stewart suppressed a shudder as he imagined Annette using these on him.

He couldnt find a pantry at first, but he saw a door that had eluded their notice. He opened it to discover a set of stairs leading down into darkness. The man smiled. It looked as though he was going to get a chance to do some exploring after all.

Finding a candle in a kitchen drawer, he lit it on a burner and descended the stairs with the flickering light as his guide. When he finally reached the bottom, he saw chains set into the wall. It looked like a collar, a set of handcuffs and a set of chains for someones ankles.

Kinky, he said. He tried to imagine a woman chained down here in the darkness. The idea of Ms. Hershey waiting down here in chains came to him, and he felt a warm glow. He thought of his wife down here instead and found himself enjoying that thought even more.

There was another set of chains a few feet down. Another set was beside those, and another still further down. Stewart walked along the basement wall in wonder. He counted up to 12, and there were still more chains! How many people had his uncle and aunt kept in here?

Stewarts imagination filled in the details with an unsettling certainty. The captives would have been blindfolded and kneeling in servitude. On the opposite wall would be where the men were kept. The owners of the house would have come down here and literally picked a mouth to fuck. Stewart could visualize the kneeling slaves opening their mouths, their tongues lapping the air in need.

Mr. Foxglove? said a womans voice from upstairs.

Stewart shook his head, and the vivid fantasy flitted away. At first, he thought it was Annette calling him, but a thrill ran through as he realized that his wife would have called him by his first name. It must have been Ms. Hershey. Why would she be calling for him? Several possibilities ran through his mind, and all of them were entertaining. He climbed the stairs quickly to see what the alluring young woman needed him for.

Ms. Hershey was in the study, standing next to the chair with the phallus embedded on the seat. The sun had gone down, and a very weak lamp had been turned on. Stewart stood in silence as he watched Ms. Hershey grip the phallus and slide her fist over its length. Her back was to him, and he didnt think she knew he was there.

Hello Stewart, she said over her shoulder. Your wife said she had a headache and needed to take a nap. She said to let her sleep for two hours.

Stewart swallowed. That sounded like Annette. She often displayed her displeasure with naps. A nap was Annettes way of telling the world to get its act together before she woke up.

At first, I was surprised, Ms. Hershey said. She was looking right at Stewart as she stroked the thick phallus. I didnt think a wife would leave her husband alone with a younger woman in a house like this. On the other hand, she does have you pretty whipped, doesnt she?

Stewart was too stunned by her dismissive tone to answer. Ms. Hershey looked at him as she stepped behind the chair and leaned on the back of it. She reached down and ran her finger over the tip of the phallus. Stewart forgot about her cruel comment as he watched her painted fingernails flick over the tall phallus.

I thought you were attractive when I first met you, Ms. Hershey said. But after seeing your wife ride you, I doubt you are adventurous enough for a quick affair.

Excuse me? Stewart finally managed to say. This was too good to be true and moving too fast for him.

Annette is a bitch, Ms. Hershey said. As much as I would like to fuck you, I think youd go running to your wife the first chance you got and then she could cause me to lose my job. If Im going to have an affair with a married man, he needs to be a brave man. Understand?

Stewart nodded. He didnt know how hed gotten to this point, but if this lovely young woman was thinking of fucking him, then he was going to say or do whatever it took.

Ms. Hershey kept flicking the phallus with her finger and occasionally rubbing her thumb over it. Stewart just watched the beautiful woman in admiration and tried to summon his courage. He looked at Ms. Hersheys short brown hair, which was parted simply down the middle. The style was a contrast to the complex styles Annette preferred. He bet Ms. Hershey wouldnt mind having his fingers run through her hair like Annette did.

Prove to me youre a man, Ms. Hershey said suddenly. She stopped playing with the phallus and rested her chin in her hands. A taunting smile lit on her face.

How can I prove it? Stewart said. A delicious thrill ran through him as he crossed the line and implicated himself.

Take off your shirt, she said.

Stewart was quick to comply. His hands fumbled with the buttons as he opened his collar. As he moved down to his belly, he felt a moment of shame at his large gut. Ms. Hershey said nothing as he hesitated, but he noticed a smug grin on her face. She resembled Annette. With a fresh surge of courage, he removed his shirt.

Very good, Ms. Hershey said. It is only fair that you be rewarded for showing me your unsightly belly.

Before Stewart could object to her insult, she began to unbutton her jacket. His protest died on his lips as the lawyer slipped out of her jacket to reveal the sheer peach blouse underneath. This too she removed until she was down to a white lace bra. Stewart was amazed by how full her breasts were. He could have sworn from all of his leering that they had been smaller than the full cleavage she was showing now. He waited for her to remove her bra, but he was disappointed.

You havent earned my tits yet, Ms. Hershey said. Now take off your pants for me.

Stewart nodded obediently. He had never had an affair although he had often prayed for one in his ten-year marriage to Annette. If there were rules, he was happy to play by them. He kicked off his shoes and pulled down his pants. Ms. Hershey laughed when she saw his erection bulging from his underwear. Stewart blushed a deep red as he stood there in his briefs and wondered if she was laughing at the erection or the size. Annette was often dismissive of his penis, and he hoped Ms. Hershey didnt share his wifes opinion.

The young lady couldnt have cared less about his fears. Ms. Hershey was already rewarding him for his courage by unzipping her skirt. Stewart sighed as the skirt fell away to reveal her creamy white thighs. He was delighted to discover she was wearing stockings instead of pantyhose. Underneath her white lace panties, he could just make out the dark bush of her pubic hair.

You are braver than I thought, Stewart, Ms. Hershey said. Take off your underwear for me.

He hesitated. He wondered about Annette and how deeply she was sleeping. He worried that Ms. Hershey might not like his cock for some reason. Deep down, he also wondered if he really did have the courage to fuck her.

Now, Stewart! Ms. Hershey said.

The man obeyed. He clenched his eyes shut and pulled his underwear down. His cock sprung from his underwear, swinging heavily between his legs. Stewart forced himself to stand up straight as Ms. Hershey stared at his crotch.

Small, but not bad, she declared.

Despite the insult, Stewarts cock twitched. Ms. Hershey laughed at his desperate need.

Here is your reward, the lawyer said. She reached behind her and unsnapped her bra. Stewart held his breath as the young lady removed the white lace to reveal her magnificent bosom. He was surprised to see that her nipples were pierced with the same diamond studs he had seen on the painting of Painslut.

Like them? Ms. Hershey asked. She cupped one of her tits and pinched her nipple. The diamond sparkled in the low light.

Yes, Stewart managed to spit out.

Good, she said. Now, Stewart, I have a difficult request for you. I only fuck real men, men who have balls and courage. Are you willing to do what I say?

Stewart could only nod.

Well see, she said. In the cabinet over there, look in the second drawer. Theres a gag in there. I want you to put it on. When I ride you, I dont want your screams to wake up your wife.

Stewart trembled as he looked in the cabinet . and found a red ball gag with a leather thong. He felt odd putting the red ball in his mouth and odder still tying it onto his head, but he obeyed.

Now, I want you to sit in that chair, the one with the stocks on top. Sit down and put your hands behind you. In fact, I want you to put your wrists into the slots and pull the top down on top of your hands.

He sat down as shed asked and reached behind him. The stocks were cold to the touch, but he obeyed the topless lawyer. He had to curl his fingers over the stocks in order to pull them down. As he was about to lock his wrists in place, Stewart hesitated once more. He didnt want to be locked into place completely nude where his wife could discover him. What if she woke up early from her nap? He was almost ready to back out completely when he heard Ms. Hershey sigh with disgust. That was when he pulled the stock down on his hands with a final click.

Its about time, Stewart, she said. She stood in front of him and looked down at him. With his eyes on her, she slipped her fingers under her panties. Slowly, almost unbearable slowly, she pulled her panties down to her ankles. Stewart moaned as she stepped out of her panties and away from him.

He tried to ask where she was going, but the solid red ball gagged him completely. All he could do was whine piteously.

Your cock is a bit small, Ms. Hershey said. I thought I would have a warmup first.

The nude lawyer returned to the chair opposite Stewart. The large phallus mocked Stewart with its girth. Ms. Hershey turned around so that she was facing Stewart and spread her legs to either side of the chair. She held the lips of her sex apart in a lewd manner as she lowered herself onto the phallus. The lawyer gasped as the large toy pushed her open and slid up into her.

Oh, God, Stewart, Ms. Hershey moaned. Its so damn huge! Not like you at all. I feel like its splitting me apart.

Up and down Ms. Hershey rode the ebony phallus. Her mouth hung open as the immense girth of the toy penetrated her. She gripped the sides of the chair as her heavy breasts bounced with each thrust. Her diamond studs twinkled in the low light, catching Stewarts eye. Occasionally, she would smile decadently as she rolled her hips from side to side. She wanted every bit of her sex filled by the toy, and she wanted Stewart to know it.

He could only moan. The stocks on the chair held his hands tightly as his cock throbbed. He squirmed on the hard wooden seat while the young lawyer fucked herself. He wished he could beg her to come over to him, but the gag choked any plea he could make. He could only watch as the beautiful woman impaled herself in front of him.

Like the view, Stewart? Ms. Hershey taunted. She moved faster on the phallus until her breasts were in constant motion. Her hair fell in front of her face, and she bit her bottom lip in pleasure. Her firm thighs vibrated as they struggled to keep her moving. Trickles of sweat flowed down her legs, and Stewart wondered if some of that sweat was from her sex.

Im going to climax, Stewart, Ms. Hershey said. Im going to climax on this thick cock, and then Im coming for you. My hot, wet pussy is going to sit on your cock and pump you till I break you. Youd like that, wouldnt you?

Stewart couldnt answer because of the gag, but he shook his head vigorously in agreement.

Ms. Hershey tossed her head back and screamed. Stewart winced at the loud shriek and worried about his wife waking up. The lawyer didnt care. She was gasping from the power of her orgasm. Stewart watched in fascination as her sex clenched visibly around the phallus. She lowered herself onto the cock until she engulfed it completely. She parted her hair out of her eyes and smiled at Stewart.

Have you been watching me in the mirror? she asked.

Stewart forgot about the full-length mirror. He turned to see what other angles of her beauty he could see and then froze in confusion. The mirror showed the chair with the ebony phallus, but there was no sign of Ms. Hershey in the reflection! He looked back at her, and she was still there, impaled on the phallus. She laughed at his bewilderment as he kept looking back between her and her missing reflection.

That was when the small lamp clicked off. Stewart was plunged into darkness. He tried to scream through the gag but all that came out was a muffled whine.

He was alone, naked and bound in the darkness.




The Sitting Room

Foxglove Manor was three stories of Southern Gothic inhospitality. Resembling a fortress more than a home, it stood surrounded by a moat of trees that grew uncomfortably close to the house, crowding in like soldiers forming ranks. Its tall dark-brown frame soaked in the fading light, a little of which reflected off the many narrow windows that were either outright opaque or tinted gray.

Stewart! The house is huge! Annette declared. There was an ugly accusation in the tone of her voice. Things had been kept from her, and she did not like it.

Im sorry, dear, Stewart said with the easy manner of one who had been saying those words for a decade.

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Virginia Hershey shook her head and then stopped herself before her clients noticed. Insulting the clients directly was sure to be a no-no at Kendall & Sons. This was Virginias first assignment without any sort of supervision, and the young lawyer reminded herself to be on her best behavior. She didnt have to like Stewart and Annette Foxglove; she just had to play nice for the next 12 hours or so.

Stewart, why didnt you tell me your aunt and uncle were so well off? Annette demanded. The tall woman hugged herself as she waited for the answer. A strand of blond hair came loose from the immaculate coif arranged on her head. Annette hadnt noticed it yet, but Virginia wondered if the wife was going to blame her husband for that as well. The woman would have been beautiful if it werent for the constant sneer on her face. Virginia suppressed a giggle as she imagined the woman haranguing her husband during sex.

Remember, dear, Stewart began lazily. He started to clean his glasses so he wouldnt have to face his wifes disdainful eyes. My family didnt have anything to do with Uncle Jonathan and his family. Dad said that Jonathan was a cruel older brother and that he was happy when Grandpa disowned him. Dad wouldnt even tell me why Grandpa disowned him. I was surprised to find that he lived so close to me. If it werent for that car accident that killed both him and Aunt Eleanor, we would never have known they existed.

You can hardly blame me for not knowing that Jonathan did quite well for himself. For that matter, I dont even know why he left everything to me.

Virginia waited to see if Annette would blame her timid husband, anyway. Stewart seemed like a nice enough man, but his deference to Annette was a little creepy. The man was a head shorter than his wife and already balding. His short, thin brown hair, hunched shoulders and emerging gut reminded Virginia of those sad professors whod haunted her old school. It was as if Annette were draining the vitality out of her husband. Virginia was prepared to like the man, but she kept catching him leering at her legs. He had already made a joke about her last name and being sweet. It would just be a matter of time before he made a pass at her using a candy-bar reference. The slender brunette found herself wishing she hadnt worn a skirt today.

The haughty wife and the small husband paused before approaching the house. Virginia had seen it earlier in the week, but it was still quite the sight. They stood there quietly for a few minutes as they absorbed the sight of Foxglove Manor.

Annette turned her annoyance to their lawyer chaperone.

This is insane, she said. Ms. Hershey, are there at least any servants to wait on us tonight?

No, Virginia said. She hated how timid her voice sounded compared to Annettes. Everyone on the staff left right after your uncles accident. I tried to contact them, but they disappeared rather quickly. Most of them even refused the large amounts of money that were left to them.

Really? Annette said. Where did that money go if they refused it? A flush of color appeared on the tanned blondes cheeks despite the cold of the October afternoon.

Well, at their refusal, it reverts back to you along with the rest of the $3.8 million, Virginia said.

If we fulfill our obligations first, Stewart interjected. Remember, dear, we wont see a penny until we do as Uncle Jonathan asks and spend a night in Foxglove Manor. I suspect the man didnt want us to sell his home without at least giving it a chance.

Annette snorted. I already despise the place. Making us spend the night here and trusting us so little as to require that a lawyer watch us has put me in an unpleasant mood. I can see your uncle had more wealth than your small job at the university could provide, but it hardly excuses his bad manners.

Virginia sighed, and this time, she didnt care that both Stewart and Annette turned to look at her. This was going to be a long night, and it hadnt even started yet. The will required them to spend from sunset to sunrise in Foxglove Manor, and Virginia could only hope that the three floors would give her space from the harridan and her pet.

We should get inside, Virginia said. The sun is beginning to set, and Id rather we were inside before dark as the will requests.

She opened the double doors into the manor. The small man tried to take his wifes hand, but she complained that his was too cold. There was a chill when they entered the foyer: The temperature was strangely colder inside than outside. Annette complained about turning on the heat, and Stewart mentioned something about microclimates. Virginia listened to them with a half-smile until both of them stopped and gaped in awe at the foyer.

She had wondered how long it would take them to notice the decorations. When Virginia had inspected Foxglove Manor earlier, it had taken three hours for her blush to fade. Little was known about the Foxgloves, but Virginia found it easy to guess that they were not shy people.

For one thing, there were the two marble nudes at the bottom of the staircase. The statues were of women, their hands and ankles bound to the bottom rung of the staircase. Their mouths hung open in decadent silent howls. Strange green symbols with a distinctly erotic shape were painted on the bellies of the statues. The detail of the statues was amazing and lifelike. Virginia thought the one of the left had nipples to die for, but the one on the right had better calves.

At first glance, the floor appeared to be laid with simple white tiles, but when your eyes rested on one, you noticed that there were faint illustrations on the tiles. Stewart noticed them first and actually bent down on one knee to examine the picture. His cheeks burned brightly, and he stood up quickly. Virginia remembered how shocked she had been to find an orgy on every tile.

Annette, meanwhile, had discovered the Oriental vase that held the umbrellas. The green pottery was beautifully painted with what at first appeared to be a domestic farming scene. It didnt take long for the woman to notice that every person depicted on the vase was nude and wearing chains. Chained men pulled plows like oxen, while bound women were milked like cows. Annettes gasp of understanding echoed through the quiet manor.

What kind of sick house is this? she said.

I dont know, Stewart said. I think it has character. I kind of like it.

Shut up, Stewart, Annette said. Well, Ms. Hershey, youve seen the rest of the house. Is it all decorated like a brothel?

Virginia smiled. She was enjoying Annettes discomfort. No, I believe some of it is decorated like a dungeon, and one part looks like an Arabian harem.

Stewart chuckled, and Annette silenced him with a glare. When Annettes back was turned, he winked at Virginia. The lawyer barely restrained herself from rolling her eyes.

Lets survey the rest of the house, Annette said. She let out a long sigh of disappointment followed by a fake smile. Virginia had seen that smile in courtrooms before. It was the smile of someone who wanted to communicate that they were being the better person, while inside, they thought you were a piece of refuse. Virginia returned the smile.

They performed a casual inspection of the kitchen. Annette was bored, but Stewart looked delighted with the abundance of appliances. Virginia was not surprised to discover that Annette didnt cook. Stewart had to be forcefully pulled from the kitchen but not before promising to make a sweet delight later in honor of Ms. Hershey.

Next was what appeared to be a sitting room. Aside from a table, a full-length mirror and some bookshelves, it contained with some odd chairs. Two were very elegant, but the other three were of dubious purposes. The most suspicious chair had a wooden top on the back of the chair that resembled a pillory or stocks. Another had handcuffs permanently attached to the sides of the seat. ; a thick ebony phallus that made Stewart feel inadequate stuck up from its seat. The last odd chair had an open hole in the seat. Annette, for some reason, choose to focus on the last chair.

Oh, God, I hope this isnt some sort of sick bathroom toy! she said.

No, I think its connected to this cabinet, Virginia said. She opened the cabinet doors to reveal a dozen whips and paddles hanging within.

That would explain why the legs of the chair are adjustable, Stewart said. See, you can raise or lower the chair as you need.

Annette glared at her husband until he stopped demonstrating the assets of the chair. Virginia amused herself by flipping through a book of fetish pictures that had been left on the coffee table. Stewart turned his attention to the collection of books on a shelf until he realized that all of them were concerned with various matters of the occult. He made several pointed comments about the superstitions of the elderly. Annette declared that the whole room was unsalvageable and would have to be redecorated.

The dining room was a different matter. The oak table that seated twelve was impressive, and the china cabinet filled with elegant silver was a real treasure, but the Foxgloves were a bit concerned about the other china cabinet, which held sterling silver chains and dog bowls. They were even more disturbed when Virginia reminded them that the former owners didnt have dogs or cats. The look of distaste on Annettes face reminded Virginia that life was worth living.

The strange centerpiece on the dining table fascinated Stewart. It was a green statue of a man bound in chains to a rock. The man sported an immense erection and was bound so that his erection was the highest point of the statue. The centerpiece was made of a porous material that was flaking onto the table. Stewart examined it for a few minutes before coming to a startled conclusion.

Oh, my! he exclaimed. This is a rare depiction of the Rape of Eros! Scholars have been talking about this for years!. There are only three known artifacts depicting this scene, and none of them are as large as this piece!

Eros? Virginia said. You mean Cupid, right? I dont remember a story of him being raped.

Stewart stared at the statue as he answered. It was mentioned in passing on a crumbling piece of pottery unearthed in Athens. Apparently, Hades and his wife, Persephone, chained Eros to a rock and had their way with him. There are clues on the pot that imply he might not have been so unwilling. It helped explain a few odd items that had been discovered over the years, but this, this statue is magnificent if it is authentic.

Is it valuable? Annette asked.

If its authentic, Stewart said. Its a shame it appears to have some red and white stains on it. Why would they keep such an important piece on the dinner table where it could get dirty? Ill call the college tonight and see if Professor Gheric can come over. Hed love to see this!

Virginia shook her head. Tomorrow. The will is quite specific that only you, your wife and a lawyer may be present tonight.

Stewart scowled. Virginia was amused to see the first sign of real passion in the man. She still didnt like the way he kept checking out her ass, but at least he had a spine. Even Annette refrained from browbeating him when he was admiring the statue.

Next was the game room. There were no odd statues or antiques to excite Stewart, but the obscene pictures on the billiard balls amused him. Annette was delighted by the chess set. The figures were mythological creatures performing lewd acts, but each piece appeared to be made of gold. Annette was sure that they would fetch a good price.

Their eyes were eventually drawn to the huge painting above the fireplace. It was of a striking pale woman with long black hair. Around her neck was a black leather collar complete with spikes. The only other apparel she was wearing were a gamblers visor and diamond studs through her nipples. In one hand, she held a pool stick, and in the other, she held two dice. The painting was of photographic realism, which made her nudity all the more disturbing.

Who is that? Annette asked.

Virginia had been waiting for this. I believe that is the chauffeur who was driving when the Foxgloves had their fatal accident. She died as well. The Foxgloves adored her. If she had survived the crash, she would have inherited everything.

What was her name? Stewart asked. He was leering at the painting like he leered at Virginias legs: shamelessly.

Virginia had been waiting for that. . According to court records, she had her name legally changed to Painslut five years ago.

Stewart blushed, and Annette simply glared.

It comes down tomorrow, Annette declared. Noticing that her husband was still staring at the painting, she added, Stewart, Im hungry. Can you start dinner?

But, dear, I wanted to tour the rest of the house with you, he said.

Annette folded her arms and didnt answer. Virginia, unable to watch, examined a risqu? billiard ball. Stewart recognized the resolve in Annettes eyes and gave in.

Sure, Ill see what they have thats canned and see what I can whip up, he said. They only passed away two weeks ago, so the kitchen wont be that neglected.

He kissed his wife on the cheek and tried to catch the eye of the sexy lawyer, but Ms. Hershey was looking at the billiards table. Stewart took advantage of her distraction to get another good look at her legs. God, for a short girl, she had such sleek, firm legs.

As he went into the kitchen, he heard the two women going upstairs. Daydreams of Ms. Hersheys legs climbing the stairs ran through his mind as he assessed the stock of the kitchen. Stewart had to put aside his fantasies of the lawyer in order to concentrate. He really enjoyed the manor, and he wanted their meal here to be special. Maybe if he cooked a fantastic meal, Annette would let him keep the place.

The kitchen held a few surprises that he hadnt noticed earlier. There were small rings set in the floor in front of the sink and stove. These puzzled him until he found a set of manacles that ended in rings that matched the ones set in the floor. It brought new meaning to the phrase slaving away in the kitchen. Stewart suppressed a shudder as he imagined Annette using these on him.

He couldnt find a pantry at first, but he saw a door that had eluded their notice. He opened it to discover a set of stairs leading down into darkness. The man smiled. It looked as though he was going to get a chance to do some exploring after all.

Finding a candle in a kitchen drawer, he lit it on a burner and descended the stairs with the flickering light as his guide. When he finally reached the bottom, he saw chains set into the wall. It looked like a collar, a set of handcuffs and a set of chains for someones ankles.

Kinky, he said. He tried to imagine a woman chained down here in the darkness. The idea of Ms. Hershey waiting down here in chains came to him, and he felt a warm glow. He thought of his wife down here instead and found himself enjoying that thought even more.

There was another set of chains a few feet down. Another set was beside those, and another still further down. Stewart walked along the basement wall in wonder. He counted up to 12, and there were still more chains! How many people had his uncle and aunt kept in here?

Stewarts imagination filled in the details with an unsettling certainty. The captives would have been blindfolded and kneeling in servitude. On the opposite wall would be where the men were kept. The owners of the house would have come down here and literally picked a mouth to fuck. Stewart could visualize the kneeling slaves opening their mouths, their tongues lapping the air in need.

Mr. Foxglove? said a womans voice from upstairs.

Stewart shook his head, and the vivid fantasy flitted away. At first, he thought it was Annette calling him, but a thrill ran through as he realized that his wife would have called him by his first name. It must have been Ms. Hershey. Why would she be calling for him? Several possibilities ran through his mind, and all of them were entertaining. He climbed the stairs quickly to see what the alluring young woman needed him for.

Ms. Hershey was in the study, standing next to the chair with the phallus embedded on the seat. The sun had gone down, and a very weak lamp had been turned on. Stewart stood in silence as he watched Ms. Hershey grip the phallus and slide her fist over its length. Her back was to him, and he didnt think she knew he was there.

Hello Stewart, she said over her shoulder. Your wife said she had a headache and needed to take a nap. She said to let her sleep for two hours.

Stewart swallowed. That sounded like Annette. She often displayed her displeasure with naps. A nap was Annettes way of telling the world to get its act together before she woke up.

At first, I was surprised, Ms. Hershey said. She was looking right at Stewart as she stroked the thick phallus. I didnt think a wife would leave her husband alone with a younger woman in a house like this. On the other hand, she does have you pretty whipped, doesnt she?

Stewart was too stunned by her dismissive tone to answer. Ms. Hershey looked at him as she stepped behind the chair and leaned on the back of it. She reached down and ran her finger over the tip of the phallus. Stewart forgot about her cruel comment as he watched her painted fingernails flick over the tall phallus.

I thought you were attractive when I first met you, Ms. Hershey said. But after seeing your wife ride you, I doubt you are adventurous enough for a quick affair.

Excuse me? Stewart finally managed to say. This was too good to be true and moving too fast for him.

Annette is a bitch, Ms. Hershey said. As much as I would like to fuck you, I think youd go running to your wife the first chance you got and then she could cause me to lose my job. If Im going to have an affair with a married man, he needs to be a brave man. Understand?

Stewart nodded. He didnt know how hed gotten to this point, but if this lovely young woman was thinking of fucking him, then he was going to say or do whatever it took.

Ms. Hershey kept flicking the phallus with her finger and occasionally rubbing her thumb over it. Stewart just watched the beautiful woman in admiration and tried to summon his courage. He looked at Ms. Hersheys short brown hair, which was parted simply down the middle. The style was a contrast to the complex styles Annette preferred. He bet Ms. Hershey wouldnt mind having his fingers run through her hair like Annette did.

Prove to me youre a man, Ms. Hershey said suddenly. She stopped playing with the phallus and rested her chin in her hands. A taunting smile lit on her face.

How can I prove it? Stewart said. A delicious thrill ran through him as he crossed the line and implicated himself.

Take off your shirt, she said.

Stewart was quick to comply. His hands fumbled with the buttons as he opened his collar. As he moved down to his belly, he felt a moment of shame at his large gut. Ms. Hershey said nothing as he hesitated, but he noticed a smug grin on her face. She resembled Annette. With a fresh surge of courage, he removed his shirt.

Very good, Ms. Hershey said. It is only fair that you be rewarded for showing me your unsightly belly.

Before Stewart could object to her insult, she began to unbutton her jacket. His protest died on his lips as the lawyer slipped out of her jacket to reveal the sheer peach blouse underneath. This too she removed until she was down to a white lace bra. Stewart was amazed by how full her breasts were. He could have sworn from all of his leering that they had been smaller than the full cleavage she was showing now. He waited for her to remove her bra, but he was disappointed.

You havent earned my tits yet, Ms. Hershey said. Now take off your pants for me.

Stewart nodded obediently. He had never had an affair although he had often prayed for one in his ten-year marriage to Annette. If there were rules, he was happy to play by them. He kicked off his shoes and pulled down his pants. Ms. Hershey laughed when she saw his erection bulging from his underwear. Stewart blushed a deep red as he stood there in his briefs and wondered if she was laughing at the erection or the size. Annette was often dismissive of his penis, and he hoped Ms. Hershey didnt share his wifes opinion.

The young lady couldnt have cared less about his fears. Ms. Hershey was already rewarding him for his courage by unzipping her skirt. Stewart sighed as the skirt fell away to reveal her creamy white thighs. He was delighted to discover she was wearing stockings instead of pantyhose. Underneath her white lace panties, he could just make out the dark bush of her pubic hair.

You are braver than I thought, Stewart, Ms. Hershey said. Take off your underwear for me.

He hesitated. He wondered about Annette and how deeply she was sleeping. He worried that Ms. Hershey might not like his cock for some reason. Deep down, he also wondered if he really did have the courage to fuck her.

Now, Stewart! Ms. Hershey said.

The man obeyed. He clenched his eyes shut and pulled his underwear down. His cock sprung from his underwear, swinging heavily between his legs. Stewart forced himself to stand up straight as Ms. Hershey stared at his crotch.

Small, but not bad, she declared.

Despite the insult, Stewarts cock twitched. Ms. Hershey laughed at his desperate need.

Here is your reward, the lawyer said. She reached behind her and unsnapped her bra. Stewart held his breath as the young lady removed the white lace to reveal her magnificent bosom. He was surprised to see that her nipples were pierced with the same diamond studs he had seen on the painting of Painslut.

Like them? Ms. Hershey asked. She cupped one of her tits and pinched her nipple. The diamond sparkled in the low light.

Yes, Stewart managed to spit out.

Good, she said. Now, Stewart, I have a difficult request for you. I only fuck real men, men who have balls and courage. Are you willing to do what I say?

Stewart could only nod.

Well see, she said. In the cabinet over there, look in the second drawer. Theres a gag in there. I want you to put it on. When I ride you, I dont want your screams to wake up your wife.

Stewart trembled as he looked in the cabinet . and found a red ball gag with a leather thong. He felt odd putting the red ball in his mouth and odder still tying it onto his head, but he obeyed.

Now, I want you to sit in that chair, the one with the stocks on top. Sit down and put your hands behind you. In fact, I want you to put your wrists into the slots and pull the top down on top of your hands.

He sat down as shed asked and reached behind him. The stocks were cold to the touch, but he obeyed the topless lawyer. He had to curl his fingers over the stocks in order to pull them down. As he was about to lock his wrists in place, Stewart hesitated once more. He didnt want to be locked into place completely nude where his wife could discover him. What if she woke up early from her nap? He was almost ready to back out completely when he heard Ms. Hershey sigh with disgust. That was when he pulled the stock down on his hands with a final click.

Its about time, Stewart, she said. She stood in front of him and looked down at him. With his eyes on her, she slipped her fingers under her panties. Slowly, almost unbearable slowly, she pulled her panties down to her ankles. Stewart moaned as she stepped out of her panties and away from him.

He tried to ask where she was going, but the solid red ball gagged him completely. All he could do was whine piteously.

Your cock is a bit small, Ms. Hershey said. I thought I would have a warmup first.

The nude lawyer returned to the chair opposite Stewart. The large phallus mocked Stewart with its girth. Ms. Hershey turned around so that she was facing Stewart and spread her legs to either side of the chair. She held the lips of her sex apart in a lewd manner as she lowered herself onto the phallus. The lawyer gasped as the large toy pushed her open and slid up into her.

Oh, God, Stewart, Ms. Hershey moaned. Its so damn huge! Not like you at all. I feel like its splitting me apart.

Up and down Ms. Hershey rode the ebony phallus. Her mouth hung open as the immense girth of the toy penetrated her. She gripped the sides of the chair as her heavy breasts bounced with each thrust. Her diamond studs twinkled in the low light, catching Stewarts eye. Occasionally, she would smile decadently as she rolled her hips from side to side. She wanted every bit of her sex filled by the toy, and she wanted Stewart to know it.

He could only moan. The stocks on the chair held his hands tightly as his cock throbbed. He squirmed on the hard wooden seat while the young lawyer fucked herself. He wished he could beg her to come over to him, but the gag choked any plea he could make. He could only watch as the beautiful woman impaled herself in front of him.

Like the view, Stewart? Ms. Hershey taunted. She moved faster on the phallus until her breasts were in constant motion. Her hair fell in front of her face, and she bit her bottom lip in pleasure. Her firm thighs vibrated as they struggled to keep her moving. Trickles of sweat flowed down her legs, and Stewart wondered if some of that sweat was from her sex.

Im going to climax, Stewart, Ms. Hershey said. Im going to climax on this thick cock, and then Im coming for you. My hot, wet pussy is going to sit on your cock and pump you till I break you. Youd like that, wouldnt you?

Stewart couldnt answer because of the gag, but he shook his head vigorously in agreement.

Ms. Hershey tossed her head back and screamed. Stewart winced at the loud shriek and worried about his wife waking up. The lawyer didnt care. She was gasping from the power of her orgasm. Stewart watched in fascination as her sex clenched visibly around the phallus. She lowered herself onto the cock until she engulfed it completely. She parted her hair out of her eyes and smiled at Stewart.

Have you been watching me in the mirror? she asked.

Stewart forgot about the full-length mirror. He turned to see what other angles of her beauty he could see and then froze in confusion. The mirror showed the chair with the ebony phallus, but there was no sign of Ms. Hershey in the reflection! He looked back at her, and she was still there, impaled on the phallus. She laughed at his bewilderment as he kept looking back between her and her missing reflection.

That was when the small lamp clicked off. Stewart was plunged into darkness. He tried to scream through the gag but all that came out was a muffled whine.

He was alone, naked and bound in the darkness.




Painslut's Bedroom

Virginia and Annette ascended the staircase. They kept pausing as Annette gasped at each painting that they encountered along the way. Some of the paintings were simple nudes of men and women reclining, but other paintings portrayed only genitalia, especially large erect male genitals. Virginia felt a wicked delight in seeing Annettes cheeks flush into a permanent blush. She wasnt happy at Annettes insistence that she show her around the house like some sort of real-estate agent, but it was worth it to see Annette squirm. The lawyer also enjoyed the way the embarrassed older woman kept peeking back at some of the more impressive erections.

At least this is just a window, Annette declared when they reached the second-floor landing. The large glass window did look harmless at first. They watched for a moment as the sun set behind the row of trees. At the absence of natural light, etched shapes became distinguishable in the glass. Annette leaned in to examine the etched shapes while Virginia turned on some of the lamps in the hallway.

Oh, my God, Annette said with wide eyes. Its an orgy!

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I know, Virginia said. I looked at it earlier. I thought maybe it was simply a picture repeated over and over, but its not. Each section is unique and shows a different part of the orgy. Have you seen the four women and the very tall man?

Annette nodded and then shivered. Virginia speculated that the shiver might have been the first sign of arousal she had seen from the cold woman. She had a quick daydream of what Annettes face would look like moaning.

Why are you looking at me like that? Annette asked.

Virginia blushed. I zoned out, sorry, she said lamely. Why had she thought of that? Virginia was flustered by her imagination. The image she had was so vivid; It felt more like a memory than speculation. This was not appropriate behavior for a lawyer!

Let me show you the rest of your property, Virginia said.

Wait, who is this? Annette asked.

She was referring to an immense life-sized painting that dominated the hallway. The painting was of a stern-looking blond woman wearing a black velvet corset. The womans long hair was in a ponytail and draped between her cleavage. It would have been very sexy if not for the fact that the woman was easily 70 years old and not in the best of health.

That is Eleanor Foxglove, Virginia said. I never meet her personally, but she was described to me by the partners. Apparently, she wore that corset everywhere.

Annette looked up at the stern woman, and Virginia was surprised by how much the living Foxglove looked like a pale imitation of the much sterner deceased Foxglove. Annette didnt have any of the furious hostility that Eleanors image showed. Virginia had an uneasy feeling that Eleanor was looking down on her relatives wife and was not happy with what she saw.

Lets see the rest of the house now, Annette said in a quieter-than-usual voice. She doesnt look like she was a nice person.

I agree, Virginia said. But if you think she was mean now, just wait till you see this room.

She opened a black door in the hallway and waved Annette in. Annette stopped at the threshold and hesitated. Virginia didnt blame her, and for once, the lawyer felt sympathy for her overbearing client.

Obviously, it was some sort of punishment room, Virginia said. It was a large room without a single foot of wasted space. The walls were nothing more than shelves, and on each shelf hung a whip, a paddle or some other instrument of punishment. Two benches were on either side of the room, and the chains and manacles resting on them gave no doubt as to their purpose. From the center of the ceiling hung a sort of leather cradle.

What on earth is this for? Annette said. The leather cradle had loops and restraints that Virginia had thought were self-evident.

It is made to hold someone up in the air, she said. I found a switch that activates a pulley for the cradle so you can raise or lower it as you need.

Annette wrinkled her nose and looked at Virginia. How do you know so much about this kind of perversion?

Ive had a passing interest, Virginia said. It was more like a kinky ex-boyfriend, but the lawyer didnt feel the need to share. She tried to imagine what Annette would do if she discovered that her lawyer was more than familiar with this kind of perversion.

Annette would most likely faint outright, Virginia thought . She had another sudden daydream. This one was of Annette fainting to the floor and Virginia quickly tying her into the leather cradle. After stripping off her clothes, of course. Then, while Annette hung nude and helpless, Virginia would select a whip and 

You have that look again, Annette said. There was actual concern in her voice.

Virginia shook her head and tried to smile. Sorry, just trying to imagine how much this must have cost, she lied.

Annette laughed. I wonder more about how much it will sell for.

Annette left the punishment room, and Virginia was oddly aware of the perfume she was wearing. What was happening to her? Virginias mind was wondering all over the place and mostly sexually. It had to be the house, she thought. The erotic undertone of the manor was corrupting her judgment.

When I start fantasizing about this bitch, I know I have got it bad, Virginia thought. She didnt allow herself to think about how wet her panties felt.

Virginia tried to regain her professional frame of mind. She showed Annette the bathroom with the manner of a real-estate agent. The young lady refrained from commenting on the erotic mermaids depicted in the tub  or the hot flush that appeared on Annettes face when she discovered the camera located right above the showerhead. Virginia steeled herself as she led Annette to the Candle Room.

The Candle Room looked simple enough at first. There were hundreds of candles of various colors and shapes. The center of the room was empty until you noticed the multiple pulleys on the ceiling. Virginia could see how with enough rope, any manner of objects or people could be suspended. Strange symbols were painted on the walls and floor, but at least they werent of naked women or giant penises.

This is another perverted playroom, isnt it? Annette said.

I dont think so, Virginia said. She was fighting hard to resist telling Annette anything about wax. The young lawyer was already picturing Annette suspended in mid-air and squirming as dozens of candles dripped hot wax onto her body. Virginia bit her lip as Annette talked about moving the candles around the house to brighten the place up.

Whats in here? Annette said. It was a solid double door that Virginia had been trying to avoid. The lawyer had previously looked forward to showing this to Annette this particular room, but now Virginia didnt trust her overactive libido. Still, a client was a client, and the lawyer reluctantly opened the door.

What the fuck? Annette said and Virginia agreed with the unexpected vulgarity. The room was crowded with various decorations and other items, all of them decadent. On the floor were strewn various sex toys such as dildos and vibrators. The chains that hung on the walls looked well-used. Several Chinese lamps hung from the ceiling, casting the shadows of strange symbols all over the room. Lingerie of countless designs and colors littered the floor, and Virginia could tell that most of the underwear needed to be washed.

Up along one wall was an iron-barred cage. It was six feet long and only three feet high. Annette looked inside it and frowned at the pillow and blankets she saw. Her frown deepened when she saw the nameplate that was soldered on.

It read simply, Painsluts.

I think thats where she slept, Virginia said. She hadnt entered the room. Her mind was racing with erotic scenes. Virginia pictured Annette in the cage. She pictured Annette putting She lingerie. She imagined Annette crawling around on all fours, nude and trying to dodge the whips of her mistress.

Did you hear me? Annette said again.

Virginia realized that she hadnt. Worse, when she turned to face her client, she felt an aching need between her thighs. God, she was so turned on right now!

I asked to be shown the other rooms on this floor, Annette said. This is almost worse than the room with the whips. At least that was just kinky freaks playing around. Looking at this room, you have to know that their servant lived like this all the time.

And probably loved the hell out of it, Virginia said to herself.

They stood in the hallway, and before Virginia could show Annette the next room, the client put her hand on Virginias arm. The simple touch sent shivers down Virginias aroused body. The lawyer prayed that Annette hadnt noticed.

I think Ill go upstairs by myself, Annette said. If I have to explore a perverts house, Id rather do it by myself. As a woman, Im sure you understand.

Virginia had no idea what Annette meant, but she nodded anyway. The truth was that Virginia was grateful. Her thighs were tingling with a desire she didnt know what to do with. Better for Annette to get offended by the house in private rather than wonder why her lawyer kept shifting in place.

After Annette ascended the stairs to the third floor, Virginia went to the last door, which they hadnt entered today. She had seen it earlier in the week, but still had a hard time believing in it. Through an ordinary-looking door was a room filled on all four walls with bunk beds.

These werent the normal spacious bunk beds you might see in a kids room or on a military base. These beds were crammed on top of each other in a desperate race for space. The clearance on each bed was barely two and a half feet. The pillows and sheets looked soft but Virginia couldnt imagine sleeping in one of these beds.

Suddenly, she had a vivid thought of a dozen men and women sleeping in these beds. They slept on their backs and in the nude. All wore gags, and all were leashed to their headboards. In the darkness of the night, with the breathing of their fellow slaves for company, they waited. They waited for the crack of the door, the gentle tugging of their leashes and the thrill of following either Painslut or their masters to one of the playrooms.

A voice calling down the hall shook Virginia from her hallucination. She noticed that the house was much darker now. She didnt recall hearing Annette come down the stairs, but she also understood the power of her daydreams. Creepy Stewart could have sneaked up and goosed her and she wouldnt have noticed.

Virginia hurried down the hall and discovered that the voice was coming from the bedroom of Painslut. The lawyer was surprised to see Annette sitting in one of the few chairs in the room. The older blond woman was drinking something red from a wine bottle and pouring it into a decanter.

I found a few things upstairs, Annette said. It occurred to me that I was being selfish.

Virginia couldnt have been more stunned if Annette had actually admitted to being a browbeating wife. There was a casual manner to Annette now that Virginia had never suspected. She almost wondered if her client was drunk.

What do you mean by selfish? This is your house now.

True, Annette said. But what is in the house doesnt interest me. The stuff in this room, especially, is a bit off my taste. I was curious if you would like to have it.

Virginia didnt know what to say. Unfortunately for her, her ethics training was clear about exactly what to say. Virginia politely explained that it would be wrong for her to accept gifts from her clients inheritance.

Nonsense, Annette said harshly. For one thing, Im not giving them to you. Im paying them to you for services rendered.

What do you mean by that? Virginia asked.

As you have pointed out by snickering all day, you know I am not as worldly as you think you are, Annette said. Now there was no trace of casualness in her voice. In fact, your smirking behavior has been very disrespectful. I have half a mind to report you to your firm and ask for a more professional executor for the will.

Before Virginia could apologize, Annette cut her off.

Dont argue, its uncivilized, Annette said. As I said, I havent seen most of this garbage ever be used. I would like you to demonstrate some of the clothing and other items here. Anything you wear, Ill let you keep. More important, if you play my little game, I wont report you .

Virginia was torn. She had been afraid that Annette may have noticed her behavior today, and now the cold woman had confirmed her fears. The young woman wasnt about to agree to Annettes offer, but she couldnt deny how attractive it was. Virginia was interested in this room full of treasure, but she wasnt about to demonstrate it for someone she could barely stand.

Why dont you start with the diamond collar? Annette said. The blond pointed toward a table sitting by the cage. Virginia walked over there, and her breath caught in her throat. Lying on the table was a black band of leather, and true to Annettes description it was covered in diamonds!

Virginia couldnt begin to estimate the value of the necklace. The diamonds were real, and the collar was beautiful. She picked up the beautiful collar and brought it to her neck. For some reason, she couldnt bear to look at Annette as she slipped it on. She averted her eyes as the cold leather closed around her neck. The clasp locked with a chilling finality.

Very lovely, Annette said. Your hair is just short enough to not hide it. Why dont you put on the rubber gloves next?

Virginia looked down and saw the gloves in question. Her chin grazed the sharp diamonds on her collar. She was very aware of the collars weight around her neck. She bent down and picked up the black rubber gloves. Annettes eyes were on her, and Virginia blushed at the rush of heat she felt between her thighs.

The gloves were long enough to come almost up to her elbows. Virginia hesitated until Annette calmly suggested that she remove her jacket to accommodate the gloves. The lawyer nervously obeyed. It was only her jacket, but Virginia found herself getting even more aroused at this simple undressing. She had no idea why she was feeling this way but a guilty part of her was starting to enjoy it.

She dropped the jacket on the table and put on the gloves. They stretched over her hands and hugged tightly to her arms. The black rubber absorbed the light and shimmered in the darkness. Virginia felt decadent just looking at them.

This isnt so bad, is it? Annette said. Virginia noticed that the cool blonde was beginning to flush around the face. Before Virginia could answer, Annette already knew what item she wanted to see next.

See those clamps on the golden chain there? Annette pointed to a pile of toys to Virginias left. Put them on.

Virginia picked up the chain in question. Two metal clamps were connected by what looked like real gold. The teeth of the clamps appeared sharp and nasty. Virginia knew exactly what they were for and how she would have to put them on. She couldnt bring herself to do it at first.

Young lady, you must know that I am willing to ruin you if you displease me, Annette said. She said with the calmness with which one reports the weather. Take off your blouse and demonstrate the clamps for me. I can call your firm in an instant on my cell phone, and trust me, Ive had years of complaining from living with Stewart. I could tell them stories about your behavior that would have you fired within the hour.

Virginia believed her. Angry at the blackmail and disturbed by her own arousal, Virginia tore at her blouse. She whipped it over her head and ignored Annettes whistle of admiration at her peach-colored bra. Virginia glared at her tormentor as she reached behind herself and unclasped her bra. She just wished her nipples werent so dark and hard from her desire.

My, my, those are small breasts, Annette said. Like a small teenager, I would guess. I wonder if Stewart would lust after you so much if he knew how deficient you were compared to his own wife. Oh, well. Lets see those clamps in action, dear.

The lawyer was burning from the embarrassment of having her breasts critiqued by this bitch. Her chest was small, and her breasts didnt compare to those of someone as stacked as Annette, but Virginia was never comfortable with someone saying it out loud. In fact, Annettes insults were almost enough to make her quit this cruel game and risk losing her job.

But only almost. The truth was that Virginia couldnt remember being this aroused before. Her nipples were as hard as pebbles, and her sex was aching with a need to be touched. Plus, there was the reward of the gold chain and the clamps to be considered. Despite her shame, Virginia pinched a clamp open and pressed it against her nipple.

Shit! she cried out. The teeth bit down on her nipple like a dozen pinpricks. She hadnt expected the biting to be this intense. The clamp held onto her nipple with a harsh grip.

Language, Annette chided. And please, hurry up and apply the other clamp.

Somehow, Virginia complied. Now both her breasts were being bitten by matching clamps as the gold chain dangled between them. She reached behind her and gripped the cage for support as Annette admired their appearance.

Quite elegant, I think, Annette said.

Virginia hated herself for enjoying the compliment.

Pull on your chain for me, Annette requested.

Virginia was startled at her clients request. Slowly, she obeyed, tugging on the gold chain with her finger until she was biting her lip from the pain. Annette merely watched and nodded.

I think we should see you wear some of the more interesting items, dont you? Take off skirt and panties, and lets see what we can find for you.

Maam, I dont want your husband to see me like that, Virginia pleaded. She couldnt believe how easy it was for her to fall into old habits.

Annette laughed. She stood, and to Virginias disbelief, the older woman began to disrobe. She removed her blouse to reveal a tight black corset under her clothes. It was a fetish touch that Annette would have never dreamed of connecting to the prudish blonde. When Virginia thought she couldnt be surprised any further, Annette wiggled out of her skirt to reveal a lack of both panties and pubic hair. Annette sat back in the chair and spread her legs. There was no doubt now to what end she was carrying her blackmail.

Trust me, little woman, Annette said. Stewart will be too busy cooking to disturb us. If he does, he will not enter this room. He knows better than to disobey.

Virginia resigned herself to her fate. It was obvious that Annette planned to carry this through to the end. Virginia had heard of clients desiring their lawyers, but this was her first case of harassment. To her shame, she didnt mind because of the rather exotic circumstances of the situation. She was already ahead by a diamond collar; she could put up with an eccentric for a few more prizes.

She unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it. It was a little harder to remove her peach panties. She had resigned herself to the game, but it was still a bit difficult to be completely nude for a stranger. She hooked her fingers under the waistband of her panties and tugged them down quickly. It was as if she was trying to eliminate the tease from her undressing. All she succeeded in doing was making Annette laugh.

Your displeasure is amusing, Annette said. The blonde was now openly playing with herself, and Virginia was amazed. It was hard to believe that this was the same woman who had scoffed at the nude paintings on the stairs!

Lets start with the black dildo on the ground, Annette said. When Virginia paled, Annette laughed again. Dont worry, my poor lawyer. Its just a form of gag.

She was right. Virginia found that the short dildo was connected to a leather strap that could fit around her head. When Virginia realized that wouldnt be putting on a sex show for Annette, she was uncomfortable with the feeling of disappointment that washed over her.

Slide the dildo into your mouth, and strap it on, Annette commanded. The blondes fingers were now slipping inside herself.

Virginia obeyed. The dildo was very long, but Virginia managed to choke it down. She shuddered when she realized that by the rules of the game, she now owned the dildo. Virginia found herself eager to test its length somewhere more intimate. When the dildo completely filled her mouth, she tied it around her head. She was effectively gagged.

Lets have some fun now, Annette commanded. She was stroking herself hard now, and Virginias eyes kept wandering to Annettes busy fingers. The blondes hand was slick, and the sounds of her wet stroking filled the quiet room.

In that pile of toys is an ivory masterpiece, Annette said. Find it and hold it up.

Virginia dug through the toys and found the ivory toy Annette had mentioned. A full 12 inches in length and carved from a single piece of ivory, the dildo was incredibly smooth and thick. Virginia trembled as she anticipated what Annette was going to ask next.

Despite the value of this unusual piece, it can be yours, Annette said. I just want to see it inside you first. Yes, it is very long, and yes, it is very wide but I have faith that you are enough of a slut to accommodate it.

Annettes insults made Virginia flinch, but she was too fascinated by the ivory piece to care. Curving slightly, the ivory was cool in her hands. It did look too large to take inside her, but the urgent need she had felt between her thighs made her at least want to try.

The young woman sat on the cold bars of the iron cage and spread her legs. Across from her, Annette silently stroked herself to a fevered speed. Virginia placed the curving tip against her sex and began the long slow push inside.

The gag choked her moans as she slid the ivory inside her. She bit down hard on the rubber cock in her mouth as the thick ivory spread her sex apart. It was huge! The ivory slid easily inside her, the path already slippery from a long day of being teased by the erotic house. Inch after inch disappeared inside her, spreading, pushing and invading her tight sex.

Deeper, Annette groaned as if it were entering her. Virginia could only nod and obey. The ivory was warming up to her body temperature and growing warm in her fingers. Virginia used both hands to push the toy while her thighs spread wider to accept the blissful impalement.

Faster, Annette said. It had come out in a gasp. Virginia could hear the wet sounds of Annettes sex; she envied the freedom in which Annette could masturbate.

Groaning under her gag, Virginia pushed the ivory harder. It vanished inside her sex, filling the young woman to her limits with its girth. The pain of the nipple clamps was forgotten. The fact that she was performing a sex show for her client was a distant concern. All Virginia wanted was to be filled and fucked. She was halfway there.

You did it, Annette said. Her voice was a hoarse whisper. Now fuck yourself with it.

Virginia trembled as she complied. Her eyes clenched as she moved the toy in and out. She bit down harder on the gag as the wonderful toy filled her. Using both hands, Virginia pumped her sex in short, vigorous strokes. Every stroke made her breasts jiggle, which in turn agitated the clamps on her nipples, but Virginia didnt slow down at all. She had to climax, she just had to!

Oh, yes! Annette cried out. Virginia watched as the cold blonde had her climax. Annette had both hands inside herself, stroking deep, secret places. Virginia smiled despite the gag. She felt a satisfying thrill in knowing that shed gotten the cruel bitch off. Now it was time for her own orgasm.

Stop, Annette commanded. I mean it. Stop right now and pull it out, or Ill terminate our agreement right here.

Virginia whined. It sounded pitiful coming from her gagged throat, but she had no shame at this point. She also had no willpower to resist. With terrible reluctance, she pulled the ivory out of her. Her toes curled as the awesome girth left her body. When the ivory dildo left her body, she felt a terrible loss inside of her as well as an incredible need to climax.

You certainly got it wet, Annette commented. Set it down on top of the cage. You can take it later. For now, I want you to find a pair of handcuffs. Any will do.

Virginia tried to obey. Her knees were trembling, and her vision was doubling . She felt the exhaustion of a good fucking but not the refreshing bliss that comes from the orgasm. The young woman fell to her knees and scavenged among the junk on the floor till she found a pair of handcuffs. They were simple steel inset with tiny rubies. Virginia was amazed at the casual wealth that was discarded on the floor.

Now, put them on with your hands behind your back, Annette said. The blonde was dipping her pussy-soaked fingers in her wine glass and sucking her fingers. The sounds her lips made were exciting Virginia to desperate levels.

The lawyer was so dazed from her need that she slipped on the handcuffs without thinking. Only when her hands were bound behind her did she realize how helpless she was. Worse, she wouldnt be able to masturbate! Virginia understood that her only chance of getting off now would be with Annettes help. Somehow, that idea didnt bother her as much as maybe it should.

You look much better that way, Annette commented. Gagged, bound, clamped and very, very wet. I do believe you are in your natural state. Since you are already on your lovely knees, I want you to crawl into that wonderful cage behind you. Yes, that cage. I promise you: You will be rewarded.

Virginia looked at the cage and felt a shiver of fear. The black iron bars were crude and unforgiving. On the other hand, the lure of a reward was overwhelming. She didnt understand why she had been so horny all day long but she didnt care. All she knew was that she needed to climax, and if it meant she had to crawl into a cage, then so be it.

The cage door was already unlocked and open. It was difficult to crawl on her knees without her hands as support, but she did it. When she was completely inside the cage, Annette asked her to pull the door shut with her toes. Virginia did, and when the lock clicked shut, the young lawyer felt a wave of panic sweep through her and she started shaking.

Nervous? Annette asked. Virginia looked up to see the that blonde was sitting on top of the cage. Scared? Frightened? Good.

Annette leaned down and whispered in a raspy voice that didnt sound like her at all, Im glad youre scared, because the worst has yet to come!

Before Virginias eyes, Annette began to change. Her immaculate short hair lengthened and twined around itself into a ponytail. The full breasts held in by the corset withered and wrinkled into deflated bags. Varicose veins rippled those smooth legs. In less than a minute, Annette had transformed into the image of the late Eleanor Foxglove!

Virginia screamed, but the gag ensured her silence. Annette just laughed. At that moment, all of the Chinese lamps extinguished at once. The room was plunged into darkness, and Virginia was still trapped in the cage.

She screamed some more, but the gag held her to a silence as quiet as the empty house.




The Bathroom

Annette climbed the stairs to the third floor alone. She was happy to be away from both her husband and the smirking lawyer. The decadent house was stoking feelings in Annette that she wasnt entirely comfortable with. Ten years of marriage had dulled her sexual appetite, and now this house was showing her dozens of delicacies that she couldnt have. She had built up walls to keep her sex drive suppressed, and here she was in a house dedicated to getting pleasure. Her self-control was crumbling as she encountered one hedonistic room after another.

No, it wasnt marriage that killed my appetite, Annette thought. It was Stewart. Somewhere along the line, she had lost respect for her husband, and she found sex with him to be a chore. She had managed to limit sex with him to once every three months, and in many ways, that was harder on her than it was on him. She longed to have a lover inside her again instead of the meek man who was her husband. Sometimes, Annette deliberately pushed Stewart just to see if he would stand up to her, and now she found herself pushing him harder just to see how much he could take.

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She paused on the landing and looked at a painting that hung there. The nameplate said it was Jonathan Foxglove, and Annette wondered why such a wealthy man had had a painting made of him so late in life. The man depicted was 80 if he was a day. He was bald and stooped, and his body was disturbingly frail. The only thing that portrayed how strong he must have been were the eyes. They were a deep, intense blue that shone defiance. Annette could see the conviction in his eyes and knew this was a man who would not take a single order from anyone, not even his spouse.

She opened the first door she came to and discovered a large library. The library was crammed with books, and two sitting chairs were situated next to the window. She was a little relieved to see that there were no nude statues, lewd paintings or X-rated furniture. She entered the room and relaxed. Maybe she could hide in here as they sat through the long night.

She picked a book at random and opened it. The blonde immediately shut it again and checked the title. It was Sixty Ways to Ride a Pony-Slut. The illustration she had inadvertently looked at left an impression on her. She doubted she would ever look at a picket fence the same way again.

Another random selection produced something called The Sexonomicon while yet another random yielded a book on Japanese rope bondage. She did discover a large shelves of books that had little to do with sex, but they were all concerned with the occult. Unless she wanted to read about haunted dollhouses or the correct way of naming a Manitou, Annette wasnt going to find anything here to help her pass an hour or two.

She left that room and went to the next. An excited gasp left her lips as she realized where she was. The entire room had been converted into a closet, and it was filled from wall to wall with clothes and shoes! Some of the clothes were on dressmakers dummies, and all of the shoes were arranged on shelves that kept them in pristine conditions.

Annette smiled as she walked down the racks of clothes. Certainly something could be salvageable in here? She didnt think all of it could be fetish-related. The Foxgloves had to wear something outside, didnt they?

The excited blonde began flipping through the clothes with a practiced efficiency. Shopping had become one of her sex-substitutes this past year, and she was an expert in assessing large amounts of clothing in a short time. She flipped through racks of bras, thongs, French maid outfits, togas, teddies, full-body rubber suits, crotchless pants for men and women, negligees, cowboy costumes, military uniforms from various nations, Lycra pants and more nurses outfits than she could count.

It was a complete wardrobe for any sexual fantasy, but not a single item could be worn in polite company. Even the shoes were indecent. They ranged from six-inch heels to sandals with bells on them. Annette wrinkled her nose in disgust at the huge waste of money she saw in front of her.

She stepped outside the room and noticed another set of stairs. She guessed that they led to an attic. She considered exploring it but decided against it. In this house, she didnt want to know what the former occupants would hide up there. She had a feeling it would be far worse than in any gothic novel. Visions of deranged relatives and horny ghosts made her laugh, but it was a nervous laugh.

She headed across the hall towards an elaborate oak door. A woman was carved in the dark oak, and Annette was surprised to see that the figure was clothed. She wore a corset and was surrounded by adoring men. The blonde had a feeling this room would be more to her liking.

It was. The room was a bedroom but not like any Annette had ever seen before. In the center of the room was a huge four-poster bed, draped in rich dark-red curtains. The bed defied conventional size descriptions such as king or queen. It was large enough to justify a name like Empress or Goddess. Annette had to resist the childish impulse to just leap into the enormous bed.

She smiled as she realized that this was Eleanors bedroom. The Foxgloves, for all their decadence, had separate bedrooms. A thrill ran through Annette, as she understood that it was possible for her and Stewart to have separate bedrooms now as well. It would make resisting her husbands advances all the easier.

Standing beside the bed was a dressmakers dummy. The dummy wore only one item, and that was the black corset Annette had seen in the painting of Eleanor Foxglove. Annette ran her fingers over the velvet of the corset. It was soft to the touch, but she winced at how tight it looked. She couldnt imagine how painful it must have been to cinch this corset on. Just looking at it made her feel fat.

The room was tastefully decorated in a simple gothic fashion. A fireplace sat darkly to the side. There were no nude paintings or sexual toys out in the open. She had a suspicion that this was because the late Eleanor wanted to be the only sexual object you saw in the room.

The chair Annette found along the far wall confirmed this. It was more like a throne. The unusually high back was decorated with sun symbols and a few more esoteric symbols that she didnt recognize. The arms and seat of the throne were padded in red velvet and she sighed as she ran her fingers over the rich material.

She was about ready to sit on the throne when she experienced a strange vision. Annette imagined Eleanor sitting on her throne with her feet propped up on the back of a nude male who was on all fours. Two other men stood on either side of her, one holding a tray of chocolates and the other man a glass of water. Both men were nude and wearing strange steel contraptions over their cocks. Eleanor herself was reading a book while in front of her a man masturbated himself. He had a loud, messy climax, while Eleanor ignored him in favor of her book.

Annette stepped away from the throne. She knew that she wasnt meant to touch it. The practical woman couldnt explain what she had just seen, but she knew better than to defy the message it gave. She wanted to find out where the other door in the room led, but she knew it would be wiser to just leave.

Further down the hall, she found the master bedroom. She relaxed when she saw the familiar d?cor of nude paintings and obscene statuettes. Compared to the strange visions of Eleanors bedroom, this predictable hedonism was a welcome relief.

The bed was as large as Eleanors but decorated in dark blue silk. There were chains and shackles hanging from the corners of the bed. Annette wondered if Jonathan Foxglove went to bed every night with four women chained to his bed. She tried to imagine Stewart doing the same and giggled. Her husband was too meek to even indulge in an adolescent fantasy.

In the corner sat a glass case. Stored with loving care inside were the toys and accessories of Jonathans games. A black executioners hood hung on the top shelf, staring back at Annette. Below that were two black gloves that sparkled with gold inlay. Hanging like weapons were a silver paddle and a nasty-looking riding crop. Leather pants hung below the toys, and Annette wondered how they would have fit the ancient man she saw in the painting. On the bottom shelf were black boots laced with silver threads.

Have you seen the bathroom yet? said a voice behind her.

Startled, she turned to see Stewart standing at the door. Angry at being frightened, she glared at him. Oddly, he didnt seem fazed by the stare she had perfected over the years.

Quit glaring and sit down, he commanded. You and I need to have a talk.

Annette stood. Is dinner done?

Stewart laughed and something about his laugh chilled her. It was without fear.

Forget dinner, he said. We have more important things to discuss. Ms. Hershey told me about a very important clause in the will. It concerns who gets the $3.8 million.

This got Annettes attention.

Apparently, Uncle Jonathan was concerned about whether we would use the house like he did, Stewart said. He didnt want us to inherit all of his wealth just to live prudish lives. He felt that any male of the family wouldnt have a problem with this lifestyle, but he suspected their wives might. That is why he put in a divorce clause.

You son of a bitch, Annette said.

Stewart actually smiled. Perhaps. Jonathan stated that while the couple spent the night, the man had the option of divorcing his wife and keeping the entire inheritance. Now, dont even start threatening me! Ive spoken with Ms. Hershey, and she said that the will has been laden with enough clauses and legalities to make it airtight. If I take the divorce option, no lawsuit could take away the millions or the house.

Annette almost screamed. It wasnt fair! Years of marriage to a professor had been depressingly lacking in the excitement she had expected. She had thought there would be parties, prestige and the occasional exotic travel. That was far from the truth. Stewart lacked ambition and the interest in college politics that resulted in such rewards. Now, just when she was about to reap some sort of wealth from this marriage, he was going to cut her loose!

But I am willing to offer you a deal, Stewart said. I wont use the divorce option if you will do as I say just for tonight. If you can put aside your usual bitchy self for one night and do as I ask, Ill be willing to forget about the divorce.

He might forget about it, but Annette swore she wouldnt. Fine. She could put up with his demands for a night of obedience. It was obvious that this house had corrupted his already sex-deprived mind. What was a night of sex compared to the divorce papers shed file as soon as they got the money? Half of a fortune was better than none.

Stewart, sweetie, Annette said. Why dont you come over on this bed and tell me what you want me to do?

Her husband shook his head. No, I dont think so. I want you to come with me into the bathroom. He pointed to the other door in the room. Did you know that the mistress bedroom and the master bedroom shared a bathroom? I think I want you cleaned up first before we do anything else.

Annette frowned. She had been hoping to screw Stewart now and get it over with. Now it looked like he wanted to make a night of it. The things she had to endure!

Stewart motioned for her to open the door to the bathroom, and she wondered whether he was being a gentleman or just reveling in having her do things. When she turned on the light to the bathroom, she instantly decided to try to win the house in the divorce. The bathroom was better than she had ever dreamed.

The tub itself was about four feet wide and was a sparkling white color that looked like marble. The wall next to it was one large intricate stained-glass window that depicted Aphrodite rising from the foam. Instead of spouts, small white gargoyles protruded from the walls. It looked like a bathtub that Annette could never bring herself to leave.

Wow, she said. There wasnt much else to say. She saw a small hook hanging from the ceiling on a bit of chain but she could forgive that. She saw two tiny rings set in the bottom of the tub, but she could ignore those as well. As long as there werent any giant dildos thrusting out of the tub, she was happy.

Now, get undressed, wife, Stewart said. He closed the lid on the toilet and sat down. The smirk on his face told Annette he expected a show.

She didnt give him one. She stripped out of her clothes with efficiency and not a hint of teasing. The blonde even removed her bra and panties without a moment of hesitation. To her annoyance, Stewart didnt even frown. He just looked at her nude body with an appraising admiration. She was even more annoyed when he didnt make a grab for her heavy breasts. He really was a different person tonight.

She moved to step into the shower, but Stewart blocked her way with his arm.

You need to get dressed for your shower, he said. Look in the medicine cabinet.

The medicine cabinet was above a gorgeous porcelain sink. Inside the cabinet, Annette found the things she had been dreading- shackles and a steel collar. She shook her head and summoned her best angry-wife face.

Absolutely not, she said.

Thats fine, Stewart said. He stood up. I can tell Ms. Hershey that I will be using the divorce clause after all.

They stared at each other, waiting for someone to flinch. Stewarts deep-blue eyes, a Foxglove trait, were stronger and more confident than she had seen in years. Despite her fear and anger over this divorce threat, she found herself becoming aroused.

Fine, Annette said with clenched teeth. But I dont even know how to put this nonsense on.

Its easy, he said. They all click into place. Take the largest circle and put it around your neck. See? That wasnt so hard. Now take that pair and click it around your ankles. Finally, put that pair around your wrists.

Annette did as he commanded and began to doubt her ability to obey. The collar and shackles were made of stainless steel, and the feel of the collar around her neck was particularly disturbing. She felt caged. A very short chain joined the shackles around her wrists. She was far from helpless, but she felt very vulnerable.

She stepped into the shower and was surprised to see a touch-pad panel set into the wall. The Foxgloves spared no expense. Before she could try to interpret the controls, Stewart was giving instruction.

First, spread your feet apart so that you can hook your ankles to the rings on the sides, he said. When Annette had done this, he continued, Now, just press 23 on the touch pad.

Annette did as he commanded, and a 100-second countdown appeared on the digital screen.

Now quickly, raise your hands and hook the chain connecting your shackles on the hook above you, Stewart commanded.

Annette obeyed again. This cannot be safe, she insisted. Her legs were spread far apart, and her arms were above her head.

Perfectly safe, Stewart said. When the countdown on the pad finished, the ceiling hook pulled upwards on its own. Annette squealed as her wrists were drawn upwards to the limits of her arms. She was now held tightly in place, with barely enough slack to wiggle much less escape.

Fully automated. Stewart beamed. Amazing, isnt it? The number you entered told the computer your height so that it would stretch you to your limits. Now the water will come on and fluctuate according to a prearranged list of commands.

How do you know all of this? she said. There was a touch of panic in her voice.

Magic, Stewart said, and he refused to answer any more questions.

A low hum came from the gargoyles, and water trickled out of their spouts. Annette was tense as she waited for the water to begin. She stared at the gargoyle in front of her when a blast of warm water struck her back. She shrieked in surprise, but she was relieved that the water wasnt too hot or too cold. After a moments panic, she relaxed into the water spraying on her back.

This isnt going to be so bad after all, she whispered.

The gargoyle above her began to spray. Warm water came down in a wide cone over her. She closed her eyes and let it wash over her face and chest. Since the gargoyle was located to the side of her bound hands, she wondered how her hands were going to get clean. She smiled as she realized that in this house, getting clean was not the main function of the shower.

When the gargoyle in front of her sprayed her with the same warm water, the last of her fears slipped away. Being hit on three sides with warm water was one of the more pleasant experiences of her life. The water pressure was remarkable. She felt as though she was being gently pushed on three sides and hugged in water.

Wait for it, Stewart said. There was a gleam to his eyes she didnt like.

All three spouts turned off together. Annette looked around in confusion as water dripped from every inch of her body. A slight hum in front of her was the only warning she got as the gargoyle sprayed cold water right at her chest.

She squealed and pulled on her chains but she was held fast. The cold water splashed over her chest, and she twisted and turned to try to shield herself. Stewart laughed as she jiggled, and she growled as she thought of the show she must be putting on for him.

The water ceased and Annette caught her breath. Her nipples were incredibly hard from the cold, and she wished she could cover herself up. Stewart was staring straight at her solid nipples, admiring what he so rarely got to see.

She was hit from behind with freezing water, and she jumped forward as far as her chains would allow. Her back arched and her chest was pushed indecently forward as she fought to avoid the icy water. Her buttocks clenched as the cold water ran down her back and legs.

Mercifully, the top gargoyle began to spray hot water. Annette moaned as the refreshing heat swept over her body. The cold water behind her had ceased, and now she was basking in the warmth. Stewart watched as Annette wiggled in her bonds. She tried to get every inch of her warmed up, and her husband enjoyed the sight of her struggles.

The water stopped completely, and Annette looked around her with startled eyes. She didnt want the cold water to start again. Worse, she didnt want the cold water to surprise her, hitting her once again from an unexpected angle.

A few seconds later, something hot and slippery landed on her chest. The gargoyle in front of her was shooting something white from between its legs. The high pressure of the stream caused the white cream to splatter against her chest. Annettes eyes widened in shock at the lewd implications of the white cream.

Dont worry, its only soap, Stewart said. The messy stuff wont be till later.

That didnt ease her mind. The soap ran down her breasts, coated her belly and slid down to her legs. She was terribly self-conscious about the way it dripped from her pubic hair. She was also disturbed by how hot the soap was. It reminded her of more organic fluids, and that only served to turn her on. She didnt want to be aroused, but after the heat of the shower and now the warmth of the soap, she was finding it harder to ignore the ache between her thighs.

More soap sprayed from other angles. Her back was coated, and when it ran down between her buttocks, Annette had to fight to keep from moaning out loud. Hidden spouts sprayed soap onto her legs and arms as well as her sides. The soap tingled a little, and Annette guessed that it was cleaning her skin as it slid down her wet body.

Whats next, rinsing? she asked. She didnt know how Stewart knew all about the shower, but she had come to believe he knew.

This is the best part, he said.

What Annette had assumed was a drain between her legs was actually another spout. Hot water gushed up like a geyser. It struck her squarely on her sex, and she cried out at the direct stimulation. She tried to twist away from it, but the sheer volume of the spout was too much. Her entire pelvic region was doused in the seductive flood of water. Somehow, the water also began to move against her skin, touching in a rhythm that was beyond simple pressure. The amount of force on her clitoris alone was almost enough to get her off.

Oh, God! she moaned.

Not bad, is it? Stewart said. And how about that pulsing action? Its better than any handheld shower attachment. You wouldnt believe how much that feature costs.

Annette couldnt answer. The pulsing stream felt like magic between her legs. She didnt care anymore that her husband was threatening her with divorce. She didnt care that she was dripping white soap from every inch of her body like some sort of porn star. She stopped caring about everything. All she cared about was that the hot stream between her legs would keep going on and on forever. The force was so strong, it was penetrating her like the slipperiest lover.

The water above her began to spray again, as did the gargoyles in front and behind her. Annette was doused from head to toe in wonderful warm water. The blonde tossed her soaked head back and moaned in decadent bliss. The soap was rinsed off of her body, and Annette felt pure and primal. Surrendering completely, she moved her hips with the undulating water. Back and forth and up and down, she tried desperately to hump the water that teased her.

Perfect, Stewart said. He unzipped his pants and brought out his erection. Annette didnt mind. She was more concerned with her own pleasure. As her husband stroked, she pumped her hips against the water. For once, they were in agreement on something. Together, they pleasured themselves. Stewart watched her as she gave in to the sensations of her body, and his stroking hand matched the cycle of her swinging hips.

Annette tossed her head back and let the falling water splatter her face. She wished she could reach between her legs and help along the pulsing geyser. Her sex was so wet and ready; it just needed a single finger, a tongue or a cock inside it. Annettes inner walls came tumbling down, and she debated actually asking Stewart to help her out. Maybe he did have a sexual use after all!

She was close and getting closer.

More, Annette moaned, but the roar of the shower drowned her plea.

More, she moaned again, but the shower was too loud.

More! she cried out, and this time her begging voice was stronger than even the multiple spouts.

She could feel her climax swelling. It built up within her, adapting to the strange sensations of the shower. She giggled like a teenager as she felt her orgasm approach.

The water ceased. Completely and with no warning, the water ended. The wonderful pressure on her sex disappeared, and she groaned with an urgency that surprised even her. She was so close! It cant end like this!

Stewart didnt seem to mind. With a mighty groan, he ejaculated onto her bound body. The hot semen fell on her leg, and she looked in wonder at the large amount that came flying out. Somewhere in the back of her overwhelmed mind, she noted that she would need another shower.

Is it over? she asked. The desperation in her voice surprised her.

Not by a long shot. Stewart laughed.

As he continued to laugh, Annette watched in horror as he changed. His hair thinned and dropped from his head. His shoulders slumped until he was almost bent over, while his skin wrinkled before her eyes. His erection withered and shrunk. All the while, the thing that looked like Stewart continued to laugh until it looked like a withered, ancient man.

He looked exactly like Jonathan Foxglove.

The night is just beginning, he said.

The lights went out, and Annette screamed. She yelled and yelled for Stewart or Ms. Hershey at the top of her lungs. She cursed Stewart and demanded his rescue until her lungs burned.

As water and semen dripped from her body, Annette waited for a response. In the darkness, there was only the silence of Foxglove Manor.




The Gaming Room

Stewart waited. The sitting room was completely dark, cloaked in lightless night, the kind that happens only out in the country. The chair whose stocks held his hands was nailed to the floor and resisted his best efforts to tip it over. He pulled and tugged on his arms, but the wooden frame refused to release his hands from behind his head. After trying to escape for what seemed like hours, Stewart knew all he could do was wait.

He spent the time worrying. After all, he was sitting there nude and sporting one of the hardest erections of his life. He couldnt get rid of it no matter how hard he tried. When he tried recalling schoolbooks, he found himself thinking of Ms. Hersheys sex sliding over the ebony phallus. When he tried to think of his bank statements, he instead recalled her pierced nipples and how hard theyd looked from across the room. When he thought about how much the taxes on this house would cost, he kept wondering if Ms. Hershey would let him add the figures on her naked back. Despite his anxiety, his erection was still throbbing.


The bound man sighed when he thought of Ms. Hershey. The young woman reminded him of his untouchable students at the college. She had a vitality that was lacking in Annette. Stewart knew he had been improperly leering at Ms. Hershey all day, but he just hadnt been able to help it. She hadnt been shocked at all by the sensual style of the house, and given the Foxgloves frigid marriage, a casual attitude towards sex was the greatest aphrodisiac.

Of the two people who could find him like this, one was his wife. Stewart agonized over what kind of excuse he could possibly give. He debated telling her the truth, but he wasnt even sure if he knew the truth. He thought that Ms. Hershey had been seducing him, but he remembered how she didnt cast a reflection in the mirror while she was humping that dildo. Stewart shivered as he remembered her mocking laugh. He also wondered how she could have turned off all the lights so quickly. There hadnt even been a click from the lamps. It had been a pure plunge into darkness. He wondered if his mind had finally snapped under the pressure of his wifes henpecking.

He trembled as he thought about the creepy experience. As he shook, his erection bounced against his belly. Each touch on his cock reminded him of the slender and young Ms. Hershey stripping before him. Perhaps the worst feeling he was experiencing was simple disappointment. God, how he wanted her! From the moment hed seen those lovely legs, he had fantasized about them around his waist. Being bound and naked was bad enough, but it would have been worth it if he could have sunk into Ms. Hershey just once!

An angry scream ripped through the quiet house. Stewart tried to yell back, but hed forgotten about the gag in his mouth. The scream turned into an indignant complaint, and he knew it was Annette. His wife called his name several times before cursing his failure to answer her. He shrunk in his chair and found himself grateful that he was hidden in the dark. He certainly didnt want to be rescued by Annette right now.

Stewart jumped in his chair as he felt something touch him. He kicked out with his legs, but he met with nothing. Something cold and hard was slipping around his neck till it tightened and locked. Dimly, he understood that it was some sort of collar. Someone then pulled on the collar, and he heard a click that chilled his skin. The collar was tugged forward, and Stewart realized that there must be a leash. He groaned beneath his gag as the leash pulled his neck to the limits of the chair.

He felt cold metal slip around both of his hands. A click from the stocks told him his hands were free! He tried to pull his hands loose, but the metal slipped down to his wrists and clamped together. There were handcuffs joined on a very short chain!

Stewart brought his hands down in front of him and was surprised that the leash didnt get in the way. He was so surprised, in fact, that he forgot to try to escape. When the leash pulled him forward to the ground, he offered no resistance. To his analytical mind, the mystery of the leash was invalidating the rest of the experience.

He was on all fours on the ground in complete darkness. Part of him wondered how his captor could see, and part of him wondered if he were having a nightmare. The door to the study opened into the hallway, and he was grateful for the light that came in. He could see the silver links of the leash, but he couldnt see who was holding it. His erection throbbed when it occurred to him that it might be Ms. Hershey.

The leash pulled him into the hallway, and he blinked as he grew adjusted to the light. He looked up to see who was pulling his chain. The leash led nowhere. The end just floated in the air, dragging him forward across the hall. He panicked and tried to rise, but he felt a solid force push him back down onto the ground. It wasnt a hand or a foot; it was just a solid wall that refused to let him rise.

This has to be a nightmare! Stewart said. The leash kept pulling him so he crawled to keep up. His resistance shut down as he watched his nightmare unfold.

When hed crawled as far as the staircase, Stewart heard a sound like ice cracking. Before his amazed eyes, the marble nudes that flanked the staircase turned and looked down at him. They broke free of the marble shackles that held them to the rail, the fake chains dangling from their wrists. Their open mouths closed and turned into amused smirks. They had no pupils in their stone eyes, but Stewart could feel their attention on him. He tried to crawl forward, but the same wall of force kept him where he was, kneeling before the nude statues.

It was an examination of sorts. From head to toe, they looked him over, turning their heads as their eyes drank in the sight of him. The creepy thing was that they touched themselves while they looked at him. Cracking hands caressed marble breasts and touched smooth clefts between thighs. Sometimes, they would shake their heads in disappointment, and at one point, one of the statues covered her silent mouth and leaned over to the other. After sharing a secret, both statues shook as with laughter.

Stewart trembled but stayed in his place. After a few humiliating minutes, the statues nodded . The leash pulled him forward as the marble statues resumed their positions. The cracks on their bodies sealed back over, and their mouths opened back into silent moans. Stewart looked behind him as he crawled and nearly screamed when one of them winked at him.

Got to be a dream, got to be a dream, its got to be a dream, he said to himself. He ignored the realistic feeling of the floor on his knees and the way the handcuffs chafed his hands. It was easier to believe he was having a very vivid dream than to believe that statues had been checking out his ass.

He crawled into the game room. The leash pulled him toward one of the small tables in the corner. He was disturbed to hear the sound of billiard balls knocking into one another  especially since there was no one else in the room. He also heard dice being rolled, and in one corner of the room, cards were being slapped down in a game of solitaire. He kept reminding himself that this was just a dream and that nothing here could harm him.

As with many other things in his life, however, Stewart was very, very wrong.

The leash pulled him to his feet, and he was grateful to get off his knees. His hands were pulled up until he had to rise on his tiptoes. Then, his handcuffs were slipped over a hook that hung from a chain bolted to the ceiling. His arms ached and his calves strained as he stood in this awkward position. The leash went slack and bounced against his chest and groin. He shivered as the cold metal touched his still rock-hard erection.

In front of him was a card table with only one chair. The chair pulled back. Several drawers from various tables around the room opened on their own. Floating through the air came a collection of items. A green gambling visor floated at head level. Below it was a leather-spiked collar. Floating just below that, at chest level, were two sparkling diamonds. Stewart recognized them as the same diamond studs that Ms. Hershey had worn earlier.

That was when he noticed the painting. Hanging on the wall directly behind the seated floating items was the painting of Painslut. Stewart moaned as he recognized the visor, the collar and the diamond nipple studs. Nightmare or not, there was no doubt in his mind that this was the deceased Painslut sitting in the chair in front of him.

Cards began to move on the table, and it was strange to watch them shuffle by themselves. Stewart watched as invisible hands juggled the cards. He kept looking up at the painting to visualize how the busty woman must have looked in life. His erection didnt subside at all. In fact, his cock was harder than ever, and it pulsed every time he saw the floating diamond studs move upwards as if a deep breath were being taken.

He watched as two cards were dealt to him, face up. They were a seven and a six. The invisible woman dealt herself one card face down and a king face up. Stewart watched in silence until he felt the gag loosen around his head. When it fell to the ground, he almost yelled for help, but then he realized his position. He was hanging naked from the ceiling. Somehow, he didnt think Annette would believe his story of ghosts and cards.

He tried speaking to the ghost. Painslut, is that you?

There was no answer.

Keeping in mind that this was a nightmare, Stewart kept talking.

Are you a ghost? he asked. Are you haunting the manor? Was that you in the sitting room? Could you let me down, please, before my wife comes in?

He stopped asking questions when a wicked-looking whip floated through the air. Instead of a single length of leather, it had seven short strips hanging from the handle. He wasnt savvy enough to know it was properly called a flogger, but he was smart enough to know it would hurt if it hit him. Years of living with Annette had taught him to shut up at the first sign of trouble. Just because it was a dream was no reason to tempt fate.

The flogger tapped his cards and then tapped him on the stomach. The leather strips grazed his cock, and he was embarrassed by how quickly his erection sprang at the subtle touch. Stewart tried to understand what the crop wanted when it dawned on him.

Oh, you want to play 21? he asked.

The gambling visor nodded.

Oh, OK, he said lamely. He looked at the cards. Thirteen was an awkward position to be in. Not as awkward as being naked and bound with a flogger floating nearby, but pretty bad. Since it was a dream, he took a risk.

Hit me, he said. He winced as he realized the double entendre. Luckily for him, the spirit was more interested in the game. A card was placed face up beside his other cards. It was a king.

Oh, well, Stewart said as he went bust.

The flogger moved behind him, and the bound man realized that perhaps there was a penalty to losing. This was confirmed as he felt the leather straps slap against his bare ass. He squealed in panic as the leather bit into his skin. The sound of the leather cutting the air was almost worse than the actual pain.

He kicked and struggled, but there was nowhere to go. He was hung too high to get a solid footing with his feet, and there was no way he could break those handcuffs. No matter how much he twisted and turned, the flogger found his bottom with expert swings.

After only six swings, the flogger stopped. Stewarts buttocks were clenching hard, and he found it impossible to relax. He could feel the hot stripes on his ass from the flogger, and he had a curious wish to see what they looked like. The heat from the whipping was intense, but not unbearable. To his amazement, his cock seemed to be even more sensitive than before, pulsing with its own agenda.

Oh, fuck, its not a dream after all, is it? he asked. The ghost gave him no answer. He didnt need one. The rising heat on his ass was enough to tell him. No dream could simulate the searing pain he felt on his ass. No fantasy could reproduce the sheer terror he was feeling. And no wet dream had ever had him this hard.

The cards were swept away and dealt again. This time, Stewart was dealt a miserable four and seven. His ass stinging, the bound professor asked for another card. It was a three. Fourteen was a miserable score, but he hoped that maybe the flogging had come because going bust. He stayed at 14.

The ghost had a two showing and one card still face down. The spirit dealt itself another card, and it was a queen. The hidden card flipped over and revealed a five. The empty visor moved from side to side in mock sympathy.

Stewarts ass was already clenching in anticipation when the flogger hit again. He didnt appreciate the artistry or the symmetry with which the leather strips stung him. He just knew that it hurt, and he twisted in his cuffs as new stripes were laid across his ass. His feet danced as the cruel leather bit into him, but there was no escape. The flogger owned him, and he knew it.

His cock was harder than ever.

The cards were shuffled again, and this time, Stewart was dealt an ace and a two. Whimpering a little at the heat rising from his ass, he whispered for another card. His pain was forgotten as he squealed in delight. The card was an eight.

It may have been his imagination, but it seemed to him that the diamond studs rose and fell as if the ghost were sighing. The spirit had a seven showing and drew another card. It was a six. Almost in disgust, the ghosts hole card flipped over to reveal a jack.

I win! Stewart said. His delight soured as he saw the leash of his chain float in front of him. The long metal links moved down to his erection and gently wrapped along his length. His breath caught in his throat as he felt the cold metal embrace his hardness. If the ghost gave the slightest tug, he thought, the results would be disastrous!

Stewart was wrong. The slightest tug resulted in bliss. The ever-so-gentle pull was just enough to move his skin, stroking his cock with the barest of touches. He trembled as the chain moved a millimeter back and forth. It was just enough to make his toes clench and his lips utter a moan. The end of the leash crossed over the tip of his cock, and he could feel his pre-cum coat the metal leash. He was damn close; he knew it would take only one or two more strokes.

The leash went limp, and the cards were reshuffled. He whined but then regained his composure. Now that he understood the game, he was determined to win.

Lets play, he said.

Again the diamond studs jiggled, and Stewart felt it might have been laughter.

He was dealt a nine and a six. The ghosts visible card was a king. Stewart would have surprised his wife with the confidence he displayed when he asked for another card. It was a ten. The look of cringing realization on Stewarts face wouldnt have surprised Annette at all.

This time, the flogger struck his buttocks eight times. His erection bounced with each impact of the leather strips. Somehow, the harsh stings felt less important to Stewart. Sure, it was pain, but it was just a penalty. He could endure. He could writhe and yelp a little longer if he had a chance of winning  and climaxing  in the end. He took the last swing of the flogger with something akin to impatience.

The leash dangled half off his cock. The swinging length of chain felt like an extension of his already heavy erection. Although hed been bound, flogged and teased, Stewart had never felt more virile.

The ghost dealt the cards. Stewart received a five and another five. He groaned and asked for another card. It was a three. Sweating, he asked for another card. It was a queen.

The flogger struck him again, and he didnt care. His buttocks burned, and his cock ached, but it felt like just an annoyance. No matter how fast the flogger swung through the air and no matter how loudly the tips smacked his ass, Stewart kept staring at the painting of his suspected tormentor. While his bottom was painted red with welts, he dreamed of kissing those diamond-studded nipples.

He watched the cards like an alcoholic watches a bartender. The first card was a king, and he cheered for joy when the second was an ace. Despondent, the invisible dealer dealt herself a succession of cards and went bust.

The leash went taut again. Not daring to breathe, Stewart surrendered to the sensations of the strokes. One, two, three, four, five, six times, the leash shifted, and six times, Stewart felt on the verge of climax. Just as he felt the familiar clench that preceded climax, the leash went limp.

No! he whimpered. Upstairs, someone cried out. It was a womans voice; it could have been the lovely Ms. Hershey, or it could have been Annette. Stewart ignored them. He had enough problems. He just hoped the cries didnt mean that someone was coming down soon. He had to finish this game!

He lost the next hand and bore the punishing flogging. His ass felt tender, and one swing of the flogger even struck the back of his thighs. He yelped at that swing, but he didnt complain.

Another lost hand and another flogging followed. Stewarts ass burned, but it wasnt nearly as warm as his hard cock.

He felt despair when he lost the next hand. His cards totaled 19, but the ghost had 21. He barely felt the hits on his ass, even though they were much harder and nastier than the previous floggings. He was wounded more by his inability to win than by the flogging. His cock pulsed impatiently.

He won the next hand. Eight wonderful tugs of the leash made his eyes roll. The discomfort of his buttocks was almost enough to distract him from his pleasure. In his mind, the two began to merge. The hot stinging pain mixed with the gentle coils of the leash until his legs went limp underneath him. Now his arms held his entire weight, and the ache of his shoulders was just another bit of foreplay for his inevitable reward.

He was close.

Just one more win.

Just one more damn win!

A woman cried out again. This time, Stewart knew it was Ms. Hershey. He resented the distraction. The bound man wanted his mind on the game.

Chips floated out of the bowl on the table. He watched as words were spelled out in an almost italic manner. Even with chips, the ghosts penmanship was immaculate. As Stewart read the words, his heart skipped a beat.

The words read, Double or nothing.

Double the strokes? He salivated. It would mean double the punishment, but it would be worth it.

Yes, yes, fine, he said. Lets play!

The floating visor tipped back, and the diamond studs bounced as though they were electrified. Now he knew for a fact that the spirit was laughing at him! He blushed hard, his urgent need embarrassing him. But the blush was only temporary. Ridicule was just another distraction from his climax.

A pool stick floated up from the pool table. When the chalk was rubbed on the tip, Stewarts overly aroused mind made a quick deduction. His fear was confirmed when the flogger rested on the table. Stewart twisted around to watch the pool stick float behind him. He felt the stick touch the welts on his ass, and he squirmed. When the point of the pool stick came to rest between his cheeks, he knew this would be the final hand of cards. If he lost this hand, an ass-whipping would a fond memory in comparison to the stakes they were playing for now. He just hoped the reward would be suitably upped as well.

The cards were laid again. Stewart was dealt a jack and a two. Across from him were a hole card and a queen. A line of sweat fell from his chin and struck his cock. He jumped and inadvertently pushed back on the pool stick. The chalked end pushed against his anus and just missed slipping in. Stewart squealed and then blushed as the diamond studs jiggled in laughter.

He had a score of twelve. He knew the odds. His ass clenching, he asked for another card.

It was a three.

Upstairs, Ms. Hershey cried out again. Stewart barely heard her. All he could hear was the pounding of his own heart.

Stewart had 15  and a pool stick ready to violate him. His opponent had a queen. His instinct said to stay and hope for the best. Maybe she would go over. Maybe he could win by default.

He looked at the painting of the beautiful and demented Painslut. The smile on her face reminded him of some of the students he had taught. Sometimes, he would see a young woman at the college baring a smooth stomach or wearing a tight top that outlined her nipples. Sometimes, Stewart would stare a little too long and the woman would notice. The smile she would give him was always mocking. The young students knew that he would never touch someone as young and gorgeous as they, and for some reason, they found enjoyment in it. It was as if they enjoyed confirming his lack of a chance with them.

Tonight, he wanted nothing more than to finally prove one of those smiles wrong.

Hit me, he said.

The top card on the deck hesitated. Perhaps the spirit hadnt seen it coming. The card was eventually dealt, and Stewart almost cried.

It was a six. He had twenty-one.

The ghosts hole card flipped over; it was a king. Desperately, another card was drawn. When the three appeared, Stewart broke into almost hysterical laughter.

I win! he yelled. I finally win one! Im getting laid!

The pool stick cracked in half, shaking him from his laughter. He relaxed only when he heard the remains of the stick drop to the ground. In front of him, the chair fell backwards. He watched as the visor went flying across the room to smack loudly into the wall. The collar and diamond studs floated together around the table and moved in front of Stewart.

He could have sworn his heart skipped a beat when the collar and studs descended to around his waist.

The leash tightened around his erection and pulled him down to a right angle to the floating collar. Stewart groaned when he realized that the position of the collar implied that the ghosts mouth was in front of his cock. His gaze bounced from the painting of Painslut to the reality of her floating collar.

Around his cock, the leash moved. The end of the leash flicked its tip in a teasing manner. Stewart imagined it was Painsluts tongue. In his minds eye, he could just imagine the smug submissive flicking her tongue over his cock until he surprised her with a full load of his semen.

His marriage to Annette had given his imagination a lot of practice over the years. Already, his mind was imagining Painsluts hot breath, her breasts rubbing against his thighs and the smell of her hair. The touch of the metal leash transformed into Painsluts hand, jerking him slowly but surely into her open mouth.

His eyes opened and fell on the painting. A chill went through as he saw the eyes move. They were on him, and somehow, that smile didnt seem quite so mocking any more.

The leash kept tugging. His erection never stopped throbbing. Although his arms and thighs burned from the strain of holding himself up, Stewarts hips pumped against the leash. The pain of the welts burned like sharp fingernails, but he didnt mind. Perversely, he was proud of his welts. They signified that this climax was earned.

Im close, he groaned.

A diamond stud began to move and rotate slowly. Stewart knew Painslut was massaging a spectral breast. He stared and imagined the way her hand was savagely gripping her breast. Was she pinching herself? Was she picturing his hand on her? He wondered how her stud would feel between his teeth.

His cock trembled as his orgasm approached. Highly sensitized, Stewart thought he could feel his semen travel up his cock. Time slowed and his eyes rolled.

Fuck! he screamed. His orgasm was forgotten as the leash cruelly cinched around his tip. Right on the edge of orgasm, he whined as the biting metal halted his climax. He was paralyzed with disappointment and the desperate wish that this delay would soon pass.

Something harder and colder slipped around the base of his cock with an audible click. The leash unwound to reveal a new device around him. It was a metal ring with a tiny box like a keychain hanging from it. The blood flow to his cock was halted and his erection was frozen for Painsluts amusement.

Please, he begged. Please, please, please. The gag slipped back around his mouth, and he was almost grateful. He bit down on the hard rubber in frustration and anger. He had won the game and had been cheated of a true reward. It just wasnt fair!

His eyes were closed, so he jumped when he felt a hand on his thigh. Looking down, he shook with terror at the sight kneeling in front of him. Long black hair framed a pale face that smiled mischievously back at him. Twin diamond studs hung from ripe breasts and a leather collar sparkled around a neck.

Greetings, Cockmeat, Painslut said to him. Dont be so sad. The really fun games are about to start.




The Candle Room

Virginia wiggled her wrists incessantly. The handcuffs were wide enough to let her think she could slip through them. It was just an illusion. The metal bands wouldnt let her go until someone unlocked them. The lawyer knew that, but she kept trying. It wasnt like she had anything else to do while she waited inside this cage. Her legs were already exhausted from trying to kick the cage door open.

She rolled over onto her side and bit down hard on the dildo gag in her mouth. The shifting had agitated her nipple clamps, and she gasped as the sharp teeth bit into her nipples. She had considered rolling over onto her stomach and trying to rub the clamps off on the bedding, but she knew better. The tight clamps wouldnt let go of her tender nipples so easily.

Virginias thighs rubbed together uselessly. Perhaps the worst part of her imprisonment was the terrible desire she was experiencing. Her body still remembered the feel of the ivory dildo inside her, and now she felt achingly empty. She wanted to be stretched. She wanted to be filled. Most of all, she wanted to be fucked.

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Once again, she tried to somehow get her bound hands down to her sex. The young woman twisted, contorted and turned, but she just couldnt do it. Every move caused her small breasts to jiggle, which agitated the nipple clamps until the pain reached nearly unbearable levels. She breathed hard through her nose since the dildo gag so effectively filled her mouth and throat. The collar seemed to tighten around her neck as she struggled, but she knew it was just her imagination.

Or at least she hoped so.

Virginia wasnt sure about anything anymore. She thought about the way her client, Annette, had talked her into this odd position. Her desire increased as she thought about the masterful way the older blonde had instructed her. Her last boyfriend had been into domination, but he was nothing like Annette. The older woman had made her demands with complete confidence that Virginia would obey. She also knew that Annette wouldnt be distracted from her commands the way a man would. The young lawyer had talked her way out of various {punishments just by promising to suck her ex-boyfriends cock. She knew that such a strategy would never work with Annette. Virginia was surprised by how easy it was to submit to the older womans demands, and there was no denying how much she hoped Annette would come back soon.

There was still the question of the strange moments right before Annette had disappeared. What had happened? Virginia remembered seeing Annette age before her eyes and turn into the image of the deceased Eleanor Foxglove, but she had a hard time trusting her memory. Perhaps it was a hallucination, brought on by the strangeness of the house and the maddening need between her thighs. Virginia wanted very badly to believe that it was a delusion. She wanted some sort of an explanation that would allow her to hope that Annette would return soon to finish this game.

Virginia had a worrisome thought. What if Annette were going to get her husband, Stewart? What if they both returned to torment her? Virginia imagined the leering Stewart and how delighted he would be to find her like this. The lawyer pictured the couple pulling her from her cage and tossing her onto the floor. Stewart would gladly fill her sex with his cock, while Annette might drop down on Virginias face and guide her mouth between Annettes thighs 

Virginia whimpered as her empty pussy clenched. God, she knew she had it bad if she was imagining Stewart. The bound woman fought her handcuffs again. She knew she wouldnt regain her senses until her hands were free and she could slip two wonderful fingers deep inside her.

The room was as dark as a senior partners heart, but Virginia could feel the dimensions of the cage with her legs. She was curious about how small it was. The cage was just long enough to lie in but not tall enough to let her sit up. The blankets and a pillow made it almost comfortable, but she couldnt help wondering what it was like for the former occupant, Painslut, to have slept in here. She couldnt imagine what it must have been like for the woman to sleep inside a locked cage, never knowing when or if someone was going to let her out. The bound lawyer realized that every night, Painslut proved her submission to the Foxgloves simply by going to her bed.

Virginias libido easily constructed an image of the helpless Painslut in her cage. She could imagine the elder Foxgloves sneaking into the bedroom of their slave in the middle of the night. Perhaps they would simply sit on top of the cage, masturbating as they watched the sleeping woman. Or maybe they would wake her up deliberately before having sex just out of her reach. Most likely, considering the sex toys that abounded in this room, the Foxgloves would pull Painslut from her cage and plunder her body for hours and hours until the slave cried for mercy 

Virginia moaned as her fantasy carried her away. She resumed her struggles to free her hands. The gloves she wore were tight against her skin, and sometimes, it felt as though the rubber would help her slip past the metal of the cuffs. It was a slim chance, but she struggled, anyway.

In the absolute darkness of the room, Virginia heard someone approaching. She distinctly heard the sounds of heels clicking on stairs as they descended. The clicking heels approached the bedroom. The bound lawyer was breathing hard as she anticipated Annettes arrival.

The door to the bedroom opened, and the light from the hallway peeked into the room. Virginia crawled around inside the cage until she could see who  or what  was at the door. When she saw, her thighs shook with fear.

Floating at the doorway was a black corset. Virginia recognized it as the same corset that Eleanor Foxglove wore in her painting. It was also the same corset Annette had revealed when she had stripped earlier. On the ground were two very high heels, and Virginia knew they were what she had heard come down the stairs. The corset floated in mid-air, but it somehow seemed to be filled. The cups were pushed forward, and the corset tilted from side to side as it floated forward. The heels clicked as they walked towards Virginias cage.

A gold chain floated through the air and snaked into the cage. Virginia was frozen with fear as the chain floated towards her. It shot towards her throat, and Virginia heard it snap onto her collar. Once she was leashed, the door to her cage opened. The leash snaked down her chest until it was under the chain that held her nipple clamps. The leash then tugged her, pulling on both her collar and her already-tender nipples. The young lawyer was pulled out of the cage, hobbling along on her knees.

She stood up and looked the corset in the eye, so to speak. The end of the gold chain floated to the corsets side and gave her a quick tug. The black corset turned around and, with the shoes, walked out of the bedroom. She noted how tightly strained the lacing of the corset was as well as how hypnotically it swayed.

The floating corset walked Virginia into the hall. In the brightly lit hall, the impossibility of the corset was harder to ignore. She had toyed with the idea that maybe this was an elaborate trick, but she discarded the idea. When they passed by the painting of Eleanor Foxglove, Virginia had no more doubts. This was no optical illusion. This was some sort of a ghost, and in Virginias opinion, it couldnt be anyone but the former lady of the house, Eleanor. Virginia just hoped it wasnt an angry spirit, and in the back of her mind, she even hoped that the ghost of Eleanor had the same libido as the living one had.

Virginia was led through the hallway by the leash. A door opened. It was the Candle Room. The lawyer stopped dead in her tracks. All of the candles were lit, and the flickering glow was ominous. She would have screamed for help were it not for the thick dildo in her mouth. She tried to pull away from the room, but the golden leash was too strong. Because the leash was also pulling her nipple chain, every resistance the young woman gave was painfully negated. She couldnt resist being pulled into her destination.

When Virginia had entered the room earlier with Annette, it had contained only candles. Now there was rope. Coils and coils of thick rope lay on the ground, the ends floating up like the heads of snakes hypnotized by a charmer. The ends of the ropes all turned towards her, moving as a single entity. Virginia tried to scream through her gag when they all flew forward!

The floating corset moved out of the way as the ropes snaked around Virginias body. She felt a rope slip over her wrists, and almost instantly, the handcuffs fell from her hands. She tried to move, but the rope held her tight. Coils of rope wrapped around her ankles and tugged her forward. Although some ghostly force animated it, the rope still tied itself into knots around her body. One length of rope twined around her waist and pulled her forward like a leash. As she was tugged, the golden leash around her neck fell off her collar and landed loudly on the floor.

Virginia was pulled to the center of the room. Once she was there, the ropes that held her floated toward the hanging pulleys. The ropes ran through the pulleys with a dazzling speed. She squealed as her right leg was pulled upwards. Another coil wrapped around her thigh, guiding her rising leg so that her legs were lewdly open. She hopped around on her left leg, her thigh trembling to support her weight.

More rope snaked down over Virginia, criss-crossing over her chest. The rope interlaced with itself, forming a network of rope over her breasts and stomach. She sighed with relief as the nipple clamps unattached themselves and fell off. Her sigh turned to a cry of alarm as the blood flowed back into her tortured nipples. The reawakened nerves overwhelmed her with intense sensations, and she twisted futilely in her bonds. She didnt even notice as lengths of rope fell over her breasts, pushing her tender nipples back into her breasts.

The ropes stopped moving. She was left standing on one leg, her arms tightly bound together behind her. The scratchy rope was tied closely over her nipples. The way her one leg was pulled open reminded her of having sex standing up, and her desire hadnt abated despite the oddity of the situation. In fact, she could feel her juices dripping down her leg.

The black corset moved around Virginias body. The candles cast odd shadows on the wall but oddest of all were the shadows of the corset. She saw the outline of a tall woman with a very long ponytail cast on the wall. As the corset floated, the shadow of the woman walked. Virginia flinched when she saw the shadow reach toward her.

She felt a tug on the rope, and she was spun to the side. The bound woman had to hop with the rope to keep her balance. When the rope stopped, she was facing away from the corset. She began to shake. What was happening behind her where she couldnt see?

A gentle heat was her answer. Virginia felt the heat of a nearby flame move up her standing leg, starting at the ankle. The bound woman knew it had to be a candle, kept far enough away to not burn her but close enough to tingle her skin with its flame. She was terrified. If the candle burned her, there was nothing she could do. Yet despite this fear, she found herself getting more aroused. The heat of the flame was like a lovers hot breath, coaxing her skin as it moved up, up, up towards her thighs and sex.

The candle moved across to her lifted thigh. Virginias skin tingled as the flame swayed under her thigh. The flame came close enough to almost burn and then quickly moved away. The teasing threat made her thighs clench hard, but the rope held her tightly.

The candle moved out from beneath her legs and floated in front of Virginia. It was a blue candle, and she blushed as she realized it was just wide enough to be an adequate dildo. As she watched the flame, the ropes holding her arms tugged upwards. The gag muffled her squeal of surprise. The ropes kept pulling on her hands until she was bent forward. When the ropes stopped, she was tilting perilously close to the candle and its flame.

The flame moved between Virginias bound breasts. She felt the heat on her cleavage, and sweat began to flow from her body. The flame moved back and forth, heating her nipples through the rope.

The candle floated back up to her lifted thigh, then floated above it. She twisted her head to see what it was up to. Her eyes widened as she saw the candle tip until a bead of hot wax formed on the lip of the candle. She knew that the hot wax was about to drop onto her skin, but there was nothing she could do. The rope kept her pinned, and all she could do was watch.

The hot wax splattered on her thigh. She bit down on the dildo gag as the intense heat pinched her. The pain was sharp, but it subsided quickly as the wax cooled. Another drop splashed, then another, until there was a line of blue trailing down her thigh. She moaned in her bonds as the wax fell on her. It reminded her of a chain of biting kisses. As each drop cooled, she felt relief, until the next dropped with a fresh pain.

The heat from the wax was hot but not nearly as hot as the heat between Virginias thighs. Her sex clenched with each splatter, aching to feel something as intense as the wax. She was sweating from the heat, but she knew that the wet line going down her leg wasnt sweat at all.

The candle moved away from her thigh and hovered out of sight. The bound lawyer wondered where the candle would drip next, but she didnt have long to wait. A single drop splashed on her buttocks and slipped down the curve of her ass before cooling. She moaned as the melting wax simmered on her bottom.

More wax dripped, and Virginia never ceased struggling. Like tiny spanks, the wax drops bit her ass. She could feel the wax running down her buttocks, curving under her and dropping from her body. Through the blitz of sensations she was experiencing, she found herself wondering how it all looked. Was her ass covered in blue streaks? Were welts rising from the heat? Most of all, would there be any relief for the ache she felt in her sex?

An unexpected push gave her the answer she craved. The blue candle was upside down and pushing against lips of her sex. Because of the angle of her lifted thigh, the candle had no trouble slipping in. She wasnt concerned at all about the fact that the candle was still lit. All she cared about was the wonderful feeling of the soft wax pumping her.

One, two, three times the candle stroked her pussy.

When the candle left her and floated away, Virginia nearly cried in frustration. It wasnt enough! The gag choked her begging demands into incomprehensible moans.

Her pleas were forgotten as the ropes moved again. The one leg that held her up was pulled from the ground and into the air. For a brief second, she was in freefall before the ropes caught her. She was now suspended completely, facedown. Her legs were lifted higher than her head, and she felt the ropes holding her arms unwind and reform. The ropes spread her arms so that her back was completely exposed.

More candles floated. They spun around Virginia and danced between the ropes. Some floated under her, warming her belly and coming uncomfortably close to her chest. Her nipples were incredibly hard underneath the binding ropes, and her sex hadnt stopped clenching since she had been lifted. She didnt care what the candles did as long as one candle fulfilled her needs.

The wax began to fall on her back, her ass and her legs. Virginia screamed through her gag as the rain of heat sprinkled over her. It was too much. It was too intense, and it was too hot, and most of all, it was turning her on more than she thought she could stand.

She didnt know how many candles were dripping on her, but she knew it had to be at least a dozen. From her calves to her shoulders, the hot wax fell. Some of the candles moved in lines that followed the curves of her body. Some of the candles just stayed on one place, dropping an endless stream of wax onto her skin. It was like being in the center of an orgy of tongues and teeth. The heat of the wax bit her skin, but the cooling slide of the wax soothed her.

Every rare once in awhile, a drop of wax would strike her exposed sex. The first time it happened, Virginia nearly blacked out from the direct heat. When the wax cooled on her pussy, she lost her breath to the subtle stimulation. Her sex clenched in vain, aching for the satisfying touch that eluded her.

Her arms and legs were sore from the labor of supporting her weight. Her head hung low, rising only occasionally when a hot splash of wax made her squirm. The constant splattering of wax set every nerve on fire, but the effort of twisting was wearing her out. She was so exhausted that before long she just hung limply as the wax pricked her body.

She almost didnt notice when the gag came loose from around her head. The long black dildo slipped out of her mouth, and she worked her sore jaw muscles. She watched the dildo float in front of her and harbored a secret wish that it would not fall to the ground forgotten. Virginia knew exactly what she wished the dildo would do. The bound woman didnt even consider yelling for help or rescue. Although the wax hurt, she wasnt about to let this end before it achieved its orgasmic conclusion.

The heels clicked around in front of Virginia, the corset floating with the shoes. She felt as though the corset were examining her. The dildo kept floating, and the bound woman couldnt keep silent about her needs.

Miss Eleanor? Virginia asked.

The corset tilted slightly. It waited.

Miss Eleanor, could you please use the dildo on me? Virginia said. She realized she was begging a ghost for sex, but she didnt care.

On the wall behind the corset, Virginia could see the shadow of the ghost. The shadows arm rose, and the hand curled. Virginia understood the beckoning of the arm. Eleanor wanted to hear more.

Please, maam, Virginia begged. Youve driven me crazy. Please let me come. Ill do anything you want and play any game you desire. Just put the dildo in me, please!

The shadow nodded, and Virginia giggled with relief as the dildo floated out of sight. She felt the dildo brush against her thigh and home in between her legs. Bound as she was, she could only wait as the dildo pushed slowly into her. The dildo filled her, pushing her open until she cried out in relief. She clenched the hard rubber and struggled against the ropes. She tried as hard as she could to fuck the floating dildo, but she was too tired. When the dildo slipped out of her sex, she cried out again in frustration.

The dildo returned to her mouth, choking her cry. Slick from her own desire, it slid effortlessly into her mouth. She tasted herself on the dildo and sucked the juices off the rubber. She was encouraged by the fact that the gag wasnt tied this time. She hoped that this meant that the mysterious Eleanor wasnt done with her.

Virginia felt the ropes moving again. Her ankles and wrists were pulled in different directions, and she squealed as the ropes guided her through a reverse somersault in midair. Now she was hanging from the ceiling face up in a U, her arms and legs curling up towards the sky. The ropes had untwined from around her chest, so now, she had nothing covering her precious breasts. She looked at her body and, most important, at her burning sex. She saw a few drops of wax streaking her pussy, but she could also see how wet she was. The sight made her tremble as she was confronted with how much she was enjoying this.

The candles floated over her, and she felt her heart beat faster. It was one thing to be burned by the falling wax, but it was something else to actually watch it happen. Eight candles of all colors of the rainbow floated around her, dodging through her limbs and the hanging ropes. Watching how quickly the candles moved, she feared that they might accidentally set the ropes on fire.

Her fears were forgotten as the wax began to drip. Virginia couldnt tear her eyes off the tipping candles, watching as the beads of wax formed on the lips of the candles before falling. In slow motion, the drips fell onto her body. Little pricks of molten wax collided with her skin, splattering their heat before rapidly cooling.

She hadnt realized how helpless she really was until now. When a candle tipped over one of her breasts, she would twist and writhe, but it did no good. She was forced to watch the candle aim and then release its wax directly onto one of her exposed nipples. The bound woman screamed into her gag as the wax cooled on her aching nipples. Both nipples were already tender from the clamps and the rope, but she discovered that they were still capable of enduring more intense sensations. Again and again, the candles would splatter her chest, but all she could do was watch.

A black candle floated between her thighs, and even though it was lit, Virginia harbored a wicked desire to be penetrated. The candle hovered between her legs before dipping down and simply rubbing against her nether lips. She moaned as the end of the candle ground against her clitoris. Such direct stimulation was unexpected, and she shook in her bonds with pleasure despite the constant raining of hot wax on her body.

The candle rose and tipped, dropping a long stream of hot wax directly onto her sex. Her cries were so loud that not even the gag could silence her. The hot wax scorched her, but the intense sensation was driving her arousal into frenzy. Only when the candle moved away did she realize she had nearly had a climax from the wax.

Dazed, she hung loosely as the ropes moved again. Now, the ropes holding her legs pulled straight up, while her arms were held tightly to her sides. She hung upside down in a Y shape as her legs were pulled wider and wider apart. Her ass and sex were extremely vulnerable, and her hopes rose as the black corset walked around behind her. On the wall, she saw the shadow of the ghost beckon for her. When the gag was pulled from her mouth, Virginia didnt hold back.

Fuck me! she sobbed. Candles, dildos, I dont care! Just fuck me, please!

One of the black heels floated in front of her face. The point of the shoe came closer to her mouth, and the young lawyer knew what to do. Upside down, she kissed the offered shoe. The shoe moved slightly away from her lips, but she was too eager to please her tormentor. Her tongue snaked out from her mouth and licked the leather shoe. She felt no shame at all about licking the shoe; she needed to come, and she would have done anything to earn Eleanors favor.

The shoe moved away, and Virginia felt the press of the dildo against her thighs. The dildo, already covered in her spit and sex, slid away from her thighs and over her wax-splattered buttocks. She felt the tip of the dildo press against her anus, and she cried out triumphantly as it worked its way slowly into her. Her sphincter expanded, stretching to accommodate the long dildo. The length of the dildo disappeared inside her, and she couldnt have been happier.

Fully penetrated, she whimpered as the dildo ceased moving. She was so close  it couldnt stop now! She could feel her face flush as the blood rushed to her head. She clenched against the dildo and fought against the hanging ropes in a desperate effort to move it inside her. One thrust, one twist, one anything would be enough to send her over the edge.

The corset walked around in front of Virginia. A blue candle spilled wax on the floor, and she watched in amazement as words formed in the wax. Despite the wonders of the bondage so far, she felt a chill at the communication from the other side.

The words said, Promise to be my slave.

I promise to be your slave, Virginia gasped.

Promise to worship me, the wax read.

I promise to worship you, she whined.

Promise to be mine to the end, the wax demanded.

I do, she said.

The shoe lifted from the floor, and the heel pressed into Virginias chest. The sharp heel scratched her very slightly, just enough to let her know it was there. The heel dragged against her skin, and the puddles of wax, ascending between her hanging breasts, moving up her chest, over her belly and between her thighs. The heel brushed over her clitoris, sending shivers through out her body. Rubbing over her pussy lips, the heel stopped at her opening and sank in.

Oh, God! Virginia cried out. The high heel sunk into her, but the rest of the shoe lay against her nether lips. The tip of the shoe ground against her clitoris, and she could only vibrate from the bliss she was feeling.

The dildo in her ass began to move as well. It pumped her tight cheeks in a rhythm that complemented the pumping of the heel. One moved in, while the other moved out. Virginias mind reeled from the double fucking, and her breathing became labored and loud. This was what she had been craving, and at the simple price of her obedience, she was finally rewarded.




The Mistress Bedroom

Annette listened to the gurgling of the pipes. As dark as the bathroom was, listening was the only thing she could do. Water was moving in the walls, but she didnt hear any of the gargoyles leaking water. The blonde tensed when the volume of water moving rose to deafening levels, but the shower never came back on. Sometimes, she could hear sounds echoing from the pipes. She would hear a moan or a scream, and despite the steam that was still present in the bathroom, she would shiver. Her voice was hoarse from yelling for help to the point that she no longer tried to answer the moans and cries. She couldnt decide if she was afraid of the moans, or jealous.

She twisted her wrists again, but the handcuffs held her tightly. Her legs ached from standing for so long, but worse was the constant arousal. The blonde had been tantalizingly close to orgasm when the shower had cut off. The incessant dripping of water from her body only reminded her of how wet she was between her thighs. She would have given anything for the shower to come back on and fill her sex with the beautiful pressure of water. Even if it meant dealing with the strange thing Stewart had become.

The hanging blonde spent a lot of time thinking about Stewart, or whoever that was who had accompanied her into the shower. She couldnt forget how his features had melted into the image of that horrible-looking painting of Jonathan Foxglove. In a lot of ways, this was almost comforting. The man who had browbeaten her into the shower had excited her and scared her, two things she did not associate with her husband. The idea of Stewart being that person made her uneasy. She had come to rely on her dominance of Stewart. She could deal with the idea of something horrific or inexplicable as long as she knew where she stood in her marriage.

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Annette didnt know what had been in the bathroom with her, but she did know one thing: She wanted it to come back. In all of her years of marriage, she had never known such exciting fear. She had been terrified when she was threatened with divorce, but once she had a moment to catch her breath, she couldnt deny how exhilarating it was. Even the semen drying on her leg had aroused her. It was such a crude thing for her captor to have done but also something Annette knew Stewart could have never done. The uncertainty of her position only heightened her arousal until Annette thought she was going to die of pure desire.

A voice chuckled, and she summoned the courage to ask the question that had been on her mind for the last hour.

Whos there?

That is an excellent question, a voice answered. It was a soft voice, barely audible, and it felt like it was coming from over Annettes shoulder.

The blonde shrieked in panic as something in the darkness touched her leg. It was only a towel. Up and down her thigh the towel moved, and she shuddered whenever it came tantalizingly close to her sex. When the towel moved past her knee and rubbed her calf, she whined in disappointment.

The voice chuckled again. Soon, my intended, the voice said. Soon, I will fuck you until your legs buckle and your breath is stolen. But for now, we must get you dry before we get you wet again.

She blushed in the dark bathroom. The frankness of the voices intentions embarrassed her but also gave her hope. The towel moved to her other leg and she could feel strong fingers massage her calves. Her leg trembled, and this caused the voice to chuckle again.

Such a fountain of desire. I knew I was the lucky one, the voice said. The towel moved up to her thigh, and she held her breath as she hoped that he would move just a little higher.

Who are you? she repeated.

I am not easily defined, the voice admitted. The towel moved to Annettes cleft and her breath escaped her in a gasp. Roughly, thoroughly and completely, the towel cleaned her nether lips. For a blissful ten seconds, she submitted to the forceful touching. When the towel slipped away from her sex, she could stand no more.

Go back, go back! I was close! she demanded.

A sharp slap from the towel landed on her ass. Annette was too stunned to even cry out from the stinging pain. He had struck her ass! As casually as you would that of a small child! She could just picture the towel winding up twisting into shape behind her. She felt foolish and helpless at how easily she had been punished.

You will stay close, at least for a little while, my dear, the voice said. It was barely a whisper, but Annette could hear the strain in the voice. You have no idea how much your arousal feeds me! Gods, my lovers downstairs are clawing at scraps, barely able to manipulate objects, while I am growing in leaps and bounds in your presence. In no time, I will be corporeal enough to satisfy the urges you are radiating.

I dont understand, Annette said. The towel was now rubbing her ass. A hand was massaging each buttock through the towel, grabbing and pulling her cheeks in ways that would have gotten Stewart slapped if he tried it.

I know you dont understand, the voice said. How could you? I spent my life researching the mystic arts, combing secrets and learning dark rites. If it hadnt been for my love of the female body, I might have gone mad in my quests. I barely understand it myself; how could I begin to explain it you?

The towel went to her back, and she bit her lip. The next logical place for the towel to move would be to her front. She didnt know what the voice was rambling about, but she did know that the hands felt strong and masculine on her back. She licked her lips as she imagined those hands on her wet tits.

So much need, the voice said. What kind of a eunuch is your husband? I could have raised all three of us off your libido alone!

Annette laughed at the eunuch comment. She was about to respond when the hands moved to her front. There was no touch of arms on her sides and this bothered her, but it was quickly forgotten. The hands were everything she had hoped for. Through the soft material of the towel, the hands mauled her heavy breasts. It wasnt the timid touch that Stewart gave her. This was a plundering. The hands felt every inch of her tits as the fingers flicked over her nipples and the palms lifted her breasts to be dried.

The towel moved up to her head. The fingers were running through her scalp delicately as they dried her short hair. She moaned as the gentle massage rolled over her head. The blonde came to a decision. She was going to divorce Stewart. She didnt care if he kept the millions if it meant she could have her hair dried like this on a regular basis.

The towel wrapped around her eyes, and she smiled at the idea of being blindfolded in the dark bathroom.

Im going to release your bindings, but you have to make me a promise, the voice said. You have to keep the towel over your eyes. I  am not pleasant to look at right now. The crash was quite terrible, and Im having a hard time setting bones back to where they should be. I had no idea the soul would remember such things.

Annette wasnt listening. Ill keep it on, she said. A lot of what he said was too disturbing to believe, so she just ignored it. She had more faith in those hands than she did in what the voice said.

She felt the metal slip off her ankles and wrists. The metal collar she wore remained. She rubbed her hands together and then tried to reach for the voice. She felt nothing. The now-dry blonde was momentarily afraid that the voice might have left. A sense of anguish swelled inside her.

This way, dear, the voice said. Step over the tub carefully and come towards my voice.

Annette followed him, giggling a little as her hands stretched out in front of her. She hoped to grab a touch of her mysterious man and maybe compel him to please her now. On the other hand, the games and the teasing thrilled her. She couldnt imagine Stewart having the strength to deny her like this.

She stepped out of the bathroom and followed the voice until she entered a bedroom. A fire crackled, and the heat washed over her bare skin. Annette knew she had to be in Eleanors room and that amused her. It just added to her sense of danger to be cavorting in the room of that stern bitch. Annette thought about moving Eleanors painting to this bedroom so Eleanor could see how a real woman uses such a lovely room.

Stop, stand right there, the voice commanded. You look lovely by firelight.

Annette smiled. She could just imagine the view. The light would be flickering over her body, casting shadows over the room. Somewhere in the room her new companion would be admiring her, maybe even masturbating. The blonde stood straighter. She had had Stewart pawing after her for so long, she had forgotten that she was actually beautiful.

Take three more steps, and be careful, youre heading towards the bed, the voice said.

That sent shivers down her spine. The bed? Yes!

Annette took three very slow but eager steps. Something warm and fuzzy greeted her and wrapped around her entire body. She was cocooned in something that felt like velvet, and when she tried to push it away, it only wrapped tighter around her.

As the velvet wrapped around her legs, it tripped her forward. She cried out, but the velvet pushed into her mouth to choke her complaints. She landed on the bed and felt a brief second of relief. That relief faded as the velvet wrapped tighter around her, pinning her arms and legs together. She struggled harder and found herself completely trapped.

The curtains do make a good restraint, dont they? the voice asked.

Annette couldnt say anything intelligible through the gag. The curtains were shifting under her body, tying together more and more tightly. She was becoming angry as she realized how immobilized she was. She couldnt escape  and worse, she couldnt touch that ache that had increased between her thighs.

Thats right, the voice said, seemingly in answer to her thoughts. There will be no touching there just yet. You are close to what I need but not yet. Your body hasnt even neared its true potential. Luckily for you, I am an old hand at arousing the heights of flesh.

Annette tried to protest, but the curtain gagged her tight. She tried to kick her legs in frustration, but the binding curtains wouldnt even let her do that. It was too cruel! She was more than willing to give herself to this voice, and yet it was making her wait! Terrible, nasty, vicious comments that she normally reserved for Stewart boiled to her lips, but the gag choked them all into nonsense. For some reason, though, her muted insults made the voice chuckle.

Rant on, my lovely, the voice said. It was stronger now, a little deeper and no longer over her shoulder. Tell me every cruel thing you can think of because I know the truth. The truth is that you are enjoying the idea of being made to wait. Youre reveling in the idea that you finally have a man who can resist you enough to not obey your every whim.

She ceased her fuming and thought about his words. Could she be so easy? Was she so desperate that she would jump on the first man who was able to turn her down? Her cheeks burned with defiance, but she couldnt deny it. Her body needed to be touched and fucked.

The curtain did touch her, but it was in subtle ways. The temperature was beginning to rise within the curtain, trapping all of Annettes heat and pushing it back down on her. Her breasts were bound close to her chest, and she was painfully aware of how sensitive and hard her nipples were against the velvet. She was sweating, and the sweat was soaking the curtain. Trickles of sweat moved over her body like tiny kisses. She felt like she was being embraced from head to toe, and that only heightened her fantasies.

She began to whine and plead, hoping he could understand her through the gagging curtain.

Oh, anything? the voice said. You offer me anything I want? Thats very generous of you. I accept.

The curtain shifted around her body. A small swath opened around her ass, and Annette smiled. She thought the curtain was going to unwind around to her front and her anticipating sex. Instead, the curtain merely exposed her ass, framing it in red velvet.

I think Ill take  your ass! the voice said.

Before she could react, something stung her on the ass. It was quick and sharp, slapping her buttocks in a precise sting. Another blow came, and another, before she was able to place what was hitting her. It was the edge of the curtain, wound up and striking her like a childs wet towel! She couldnt believe that in this house of decadent toys, she didnt rate at least a paddle or a whip. She felt humbled by this fact, and oddly disappointed.

Meanwhile, the curtain continued to whip her. There was no place for Annette to go. Bound by the curtain, all she could do was writhe and twist uselessly on the bed. The laughter that came from the voice taunted her, making her aware of how ridiculous her struggles were. She continued to try to escape, her cheeks burning with indignation.

The curtain stung her without mercy. Her rounded ass flinched with each blow, delighting the voice endlessly. Red welts were slowly rising on her buttocks, serving as road marks for the curtain to know where to strike next. Left to right, up and down and all over, the curtain covered her squirming bottom with relentless whips.

Shed thought that the curtain had made her hot before, but her ass was far surpassing that heat. The struggling blonde was forgetting the rest of her body as her attention focused below her waist. Her ass was so incredibly sensitive, and the sensation was spilling down to her front. As she rolled and twisted, she could feel the wet curtain underneath her. She was soaking the velvet with her unending need to be fucked!

Excellent, the voice said. The curtain ceased its whipping. Such a bright cherry color. I would love to fuck that ass right now.

Do it! Annette screamed through her gag.

The voice chuckled. I just might.

The curtain came loose and unraveled from her body. An eager thrill ran through her, but she was too exhausted to move. Resisting the curtain had taken the fight out of her. She crawled forward a little and was relieved when she felt something wrap around her wrists and pull her forward. That relief melted when she realized it was the curtain around her wrists. The curtain tied itself tight around her hands, and she felt similar velvet touches around her ankles. Her legs were pulled lewdly apart, and Annette prayed that it was for what she hoped it was for.

Are you ready for me? the voice asked.

Yes! she said. Her hips wiggled unconsciously.

Even if your husband comes in and surprises us?

Yes! she said again.

Even if that little slut Ms. Hershey was to come in and catch us rutting like animals?

Annette moaned. It would be humiliating to have that prissy lawyer surprise them, but then it would so very much be worth it!

One more detail, I think, the voice said.

The sheets underneath Annette moved. They formed a hill underneath her belly, pushing her waist up. Annette moaned as her sex rose, offering itself to her unknown seducer.

Perfect, the voice said.

Without any warning, she was entered. She cried out and the curtain flew back into her mouth. The thrusts came hard and fast, pushing deep inside her wet pussy. The cock inside her was wonderfully large and hard; Annette felt like she was being split apart in the greatest possible way.

The wonderful fucking nearly obliterated her reasoning but not quite. For instance, she wondered why the bed didnt sink when the voice entered her. She also noticed that she never felt anything on her ass when the cock pushed deep inside her. There were no hands or legs either. The only thing Annette could feel was that wonderful cock inside her. But thats all she really cared about.

Yes! This is how one should cross the Veil! the voice cried.

The thrusts increased. She moaned as the cock hammered her. She had never felt anything so fast or precise, it was inhuman! Stewarts fat little gut could never perform like this. Each thrust rubbed her breasts harder into the bedding, her hard nipples burning from the friction. Annette bit down on the velvet in her mouth as she reveled in the ecstasy of a good fuck.

Bizarrely, she thought of Stewart. She wondered if he would be shocked to see her like this. Would he die of pure shock at the sight of his wifes whipped ass? Would be jealous of her new lover and his immense cock? For a brief flash, she felt sorry for her husband. Then her lover rammed her again, and all the sympathy was fucked out of her.

As the fucking continued, Annette finally began to feel other parts of her lover. His hands were tight around her waist, pulling and pushing her on his long cock. She could feel his flat stomach on her ass, impacting delightfully against her welt-covered cheeks. The bed began to sink, almost as if his weight was just now displacing the bed. Again, she didnt care. She was getting fucked, and wasnt that all that really mattered?

The towel fell from her head, and her eyes popped open in delight. She tried to turn her head and get a look at her lover, but she was too slow. One of those strong, masterful hands grabbed her head and pointed her forward. The long fingers slipped into her hair and squeezed. She moaned as the hand pulled back on her head, arching her like a bow as the fucking continued.

Are you going to come, my Annette? the voice asked. It was louder now, deeper and so very sexy to Annettes ears.

The curtain fell out of her mouth, and she cried out Yes!

Then come! the voice commanded.

Annette did. Just like that, her body responded. It was everything she had dreamed and hoped for. Every nerve in her body went off simultaneously. Her body shook from head to toe as her long awaited orgasm crashed over her body. She lost all sense of herself for a few glorious seconds before she felt herself return to her body.

It was simply the greatest orgasm she had ever had.

The man inside her climaxed as well. She hung loosely in her bonds as he ejaculated inside her. She clenched around him, draining him of the precious proof that he desired her as much as she did him. His seed filled her and spilled from her when he withdrew.

He collapsed on the bed beside her, and she got her first good look at her lover. The resemblance to Stewart was shocking. There was the same nose, the deep blue eyes and the satisfied grin on his lips after sex. For a delirious moment, Annette thought it was Stewart.

Yes, my nephew is a spitting image, the man said. It was on of the reasons I picked him to be my heir.

An impossible thought worked its way through Annettes orgasm-filled brain.

Youre Jonathan? she asked. Jonathan Foxglove?

Of course, he said.

She looked at him. He was so young-looking. And so fit. His chest was a display of powerful muscles and smooth skin. A full head of hair flowed from his scalp. There was no way he could be the frail, bald old man shed seen in the painting.

He smiled at her stare. Well, if I was creating a material form to fuck you with, I was going to pick a good-looking one. I didnt die a painful death just to come back as a monster. Granted, I had to wait till I raised your desire to a peak before I could harness the mana to form this body, but it was worth the wait. Trust me, you wouldnt have wanted to fuck me before. My twisted neck alone would have driven you mad.

Annette believed him. In fact, she had no doubt that he was the deceased former master of Foxglove. His eyes were compelling. Looking into those deep pools, she knew he was telling the truth. The worse thing was that even knowing he was a ghost, Annette ached to fuck him again.

How, and why? she managed to ask.

He ran a hand over her short blond hair and stroked her scalp. Annette moaned and forgot her question. Jonathan didnt.

How? I did it with magic, of course. You would be amazed at what you can do with three souls working together. As to why, thats simple. Eleanor and I were old. A rebirth was in order. As for Painslut, it wasnt necessary for her die, but she saw it as a chance to endure the ultimate sensation. She can be so cute that way.

The others are here, too? Annette asked. There was a tremor in her voice. Annette had a vision of Eleanor finding her in bed with Jonathan. Somehow, Annette knew that there would be hell to pay.

Where do you think your husband and lawyer are? Jonathan laughed. Painslut is preparing your husband, while my wife is entertaining the delicious Ms. Hershey. Trust me, neither of them had as easy a time as we did.

His eyes looked deeply into hers, and Annette felt her sex melt. There was adoration in his eyes, as well as a terrible interest. Jonathan looked at her as though she were a precious resource, one he planned to drill, drink and mine until it was empty. She liked that feeling.

You have something special, Jonathan whispered. You need to be fucked, and you have needed it for too long. To ghosts such as us, that need is so tangible. Its like a lighthouse, drawing us back to the world of the living.

His hand slipped under her body and squeezed a breast. Annette shuddered as skilled fingers crushed a hard nipple. Her ass swayed back and forth, hoping she could tempt him back to her sex.

I made precautions when we died, Jonathan said as he continued to grope her. I made sure our souls would return to the house. I made sure the will required you and your husband to stay the night with a lawyer. I cast the right spells so that we would be able to affect the real world. When you thought Stewart was threatening you with divorce, that was just an illusion with no reality of its own. You were literally talking to phantoms in your head.

But I felt you, Annette said and then blushed. It wasnt him he felt, it was his hot seed landing on her leg. It felt real, just as real as the warm liquid flowing out of her pussy now.

Jonathan laughed. I know. Imagine my surprise when your sexual aura had already given me enough energy to manifest, albeit just a few ounces, on the material plane already. Thats when I knew I had a keeper. While the others had to seduce their victims into gaining enough mana for levitation and other tricks, you were pulling my body into existence. Our plan would be finished by now if all we needed was you.

Annette felt a bit of pride at his praise. She didnt understand most of it, but she knew enough to know he appreciated her. She knew he appreciated her enough to use her whenever he pleased, unlike her simpering husband.

What do you hope to accomplish? she asked. Her tongue licked her lips, and it wasnt unconsciously.

Its a surprise, Jonathan said. He sat up and stroked his cock. But I will tell you this: When it is complete, by dawn tomorrow, you and I will have a lifetime to fuck, suck and enjoy life.

Annette ground against the sheets and shivered. Why dawn? Why not now?

Because we have to wait till the others have reached your level of arousal, he said. He moved closer to Annettes face and pulled her head towards him. Without a word of encouragement, she opened her lips and took his cock into her mouth. She could taste herself on him, but she didnt care. In fact, she was proud of it.

Jonathan groaned. The afterlife had been cold and dry. Annettes mouth was hot and wet. He restrained himself. He wanted to fuck her face, he wanted to climb on top of her again and fuck her even faster than before, but he held back. Annette sucked him slowly and softly, and he let her.

As soon as Eleanor and Painslut are ready, well join them, he said. But until then, well just have to figure out a way to kill a few hours. Will that be a problem?

She chuckled. The vibrations from her throat wrapped around Jonathans cock till the dead man moaned. It wouldnt be a problem at all.




The Secret Room

The dead woman sucked Stewarts balls. Her lips were cold, but her mouth was so very hot. The bound man moaned when her cheek rubbed against his erection. The metal ring she had slipped around his cock prevented his ejaculation, and this was causing him to be far more sensitive then he could have ever imagined. He could barely stand the slightest touches, but his tormentor delighted in running her tongue all over him.

Quit your whimpering, she said. Ive endured far worse every day for the past six years. Be a man and enjoy it.

Her voice was barely a whisper, and it seemed to come from over Stewarts shoulder. That didnt freak him out as much as it should have. He found himself becoming more and more analytical as the supernatural occurrence sucked him. No matter how hard he tried, though, he couldnt reason her out of existence.

Who are you, really? he asked.

She popped his balls out of her mouth and looked up at him.

Im exactly who you think I am, she said. Im Painslut, the slave of the former owners of Foxglove Manor.

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He leapt to an unlikely conclusion. Did you fake your death? Everyone thought you died in the car crash along with the Foxgloves. Did you get rid of them?

Painslut laughed. She stroked his cock with hard, vigorous pulls that made his eyes roll and his toes curl. With a gentle slap of his balls, she stood up and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Her face was so close to his that he was tempted to kiss her, but the mocking smile she wore discouraged him.

There was no faking my death, she whispered. I drove the car straight off the road and into the ravine. Do you have any idea how hard it was to commit suicide like that? Do you have any idea how great an act of submission that was to my masters? I killed my owners and myself on their command. How many slaves can claim that?

Stewart swallowed. She smelled like sex. The bad kind. Her eyes were brown, but there were also flecks of red. He could feel her breasts pressing against his bare chest, and her diamond nipple studs scratched him.

Are you back for revenge? he asked. Are you haunting the house to get back at them?

Painslut smirked. You are an idiot, she said. Im back because my masters still need me. I live to serve.

She hooked a leg around him, and Stewart moaned as her sex pressed against his cock. Her hips moved, and she ground against him. His cock was trapped between their bodies and he knew if it werent for the ring, he would have exploded and sprayed both of them.

I also live to fuck, she said. Would you like to fuck me, Stewart?

Yes, he said. But my wife might find us.

Your wife is busy, Painslut said. And so is that delicious lawyer. Its just you and me, Stewart. We can fuck for hours if you like, and they will never find out.

What is Annette doing? he asked.

Painslut removed her leg and grabbed his cock firmly. Stewart moaned as she increased the pressure, and tears welled up in his eyes. When Painslut ran her free hand over his cheek, he cried out involuntarily.

Listen, Stewart, Painslut said. Forget about your wife. Your wife is getting fucked. Shes getting fucked hard. Right now, your wife is doing things she would never do with you. Shes saying things that youve only dreamed about. At this very moment, your cold, nasty bitch wife is begging to have a cock inside her. Dont you think you deserve to get fucked, too?

Yes, Stewart said. Painslut released her grip on his cock, and he gasped in relief. She picked up his leash and wound it tightly in her hand. The pale woman looked up at his bound hands, and he felt the handcuffs unlock on their own. He groaned as he let his arms drop, and he massaged them as the blood flowed back into them. He didnt even try to escape from the beautiful nude woman who haunted him.

I know just the place you need to go, Stewart, she said. Follow me.

He did as she said. He felt a little ridiculous. He was a grown man being led around on a leash, but he was glad that at least he was allowed to walk instead of crawl this time. They passed by the marble statues, but they didnt come to life . He thought about asking Painslut about them but decided against it. He didnt want to find out that she didnt know what he was talking about.

They walked around to the other side of the stairs, and Painslut felt along the wall of the staircase. Stewart jumped as a section of the staircase opened inward. His captor reached inside and turned on a light. With a mocking smile, Painslut tugged on the leash and led the way inside the secret room.

The room was cramped, and the light barely illuminated the place. It was contained solely inside the staircase and was very claustrophobic. A slanting bed was tucked against the back wall and several chains dangled from its posts. Mounted into the diagonal ceiling was a television screen that faced the bed.

Painslut pushed Stewart against the bed. It was a waterbed. The welts on his ass flared when they came in contact with the bed, but he endured. She chained his wrists and ankles to the four posts, but he didnt mind. The waterbed was infinitely more comfortable than hanging in the gaming room. The angle of the bed reminded him of a rack or a mad scientists table but he quickly dismissed those thoughts. Painslut might be dead and kinky, but he didnt think she was crazy.

She leaned against him on the bed and turned out the lights. They were plunged into darkness with only the faint blue glow of the television screen to illuminate them. Stewart was painfully aware of Painsluts full breasts pressing into his chest. He also couldnt ignore how her leg was lying on his thigh so wonderfully close to his throbbing erection.

She rested her head against his bound arm and leaned into his shoulder. He felt her teeth bite down and despite how hard she bit, Stewart couldnt help getting turned on. Painslut bit his shoulder and sucked to the point that he began to wonder if maybe she was a vampire of some sort. She never did draw blood, but she did leave a hickey.

Just wanted to mark you, she said before settling back down. Her hand went to his cock and stroked it softly. The metal band still bound him cruelly. All he could do was moan as she masturbated him so close to an orgasm he wasnt able to have.

What shall we watch first? she asked. She picked up a remote and made a selection. The screen changed, and what Stewart saw made him almost forget about ejaculating.

Displayed on the screen in full color was Ms. Hershey. Wearing only black gloves and something sparkling around her neck, she was naked and hanging from some sort of rope contraption. He saw that she was covered in various colors that had splattered all over her body. The only parts of her that werent covered in color were her face and her beautiful simple brown hair that was parted down the middle.

You thought you had her earlier, but it was just me, Painslut whispered. Stewart nodded and felt an ache inside him. He still wanted the young lawyer. He wanted her to want him, and it hurt him more than he would have imagined when he realized that he hadnt shared an erotic encounter with her earlier. Yes, Painslut was busty, young and vivacious, but she was too alien in comparison to Ms. Hershey. Painslut wanted him because she was kinky, but Ms. Hershey would want him because she liked him.

There was no time for Stewart to become more melancholy. A blonde walked into the view and took Stewarts breath away. At first, he thought the woman might be his wife but her ponytail was too long, and the tight black corset she wore was something Annette could never squeeze into. Somehow he knew who it must be  the former mistress of the Manor, Eleanor Foxglove.

Like her? Painslut asked. Of course, you do. Mistress Eleanor is a goddess to all men and women. Ms. Hershey knows this personally.

Stewart could see that. Ms. Hershey was hanging upside down, and Eleanor was standing behind her with both hands on the lawyers open thighs. The sleek blonde looked directly at the camera and smiled before dipping her mouth down to Ms. Hersheys color-stained sex.

Oh, fuck, Stewart moaned. Can she see us?

Yes and no, Painslut said. The cameras are hidden and totally soundless. Ms. Hershey doesnt know were watching, but Mistress Eleanor is dead and can look right at us. That is one of the perks of being a ghost.

Stewart nodded dumbly and watched. Eleanor was eating out the lawyer with the same relish he would have applied to the task. Considering how much Ms. Hershey twisted in her ropes, Stewart knew she was enjoying it. No, she was loving it. He couldnt tear his eyes off the young brunettes face. There was no denying the naked lust in her mouth and eyes. She wanted it, and after years of a near-sexless marriage, Stewart couldnt believe how much she enjoyed it. He had forgotten how sexy a woman in lust could be.

Painslut moved her head and kissed his nipples. She was still pumping his cock, but all Stewart felt was her mouth. When her tongue played with his nipple, he imagined the way Eleanors tongue was dancing inside Ms. Hershey. He wondered if Eleanors tongue flickered as fast as Painsluts. He wondered if Ms. Hershey would moan and writhe if it was his tongue there instead. Painsluts teeth bit down on his nipple, and he cried out as the sharp teeth left another hickey.

No one can hear us, she said. This room is totally soundproof. The masters liked to use it when they wanted some private torment time with a slave.

Her voice was no longer a whisper. It was a normal volume now, and Stewart could hear the huskiness of her voice. He liked it.

On the television screen, Eleanor was moving away from Ms. Hersheys pussy. Stewart saw how wet the blondes mouth was, and he throbbed in Painsluts hand. Ms. Hershey was talking, but there was no audio for him to hear. One thing was clear: Ms. Hershey was begging, begging with all her heart and wiles. She must be having the same problem with getting a climax that Stewart was. This little thing they had in common just made him want her more.

Eleanor untied the ropes and grabbed Ms. Hershey by the hair. She dragged the young woman by the hair, and Ms. Hershey happily crawled on the floor behind her. Painslut laughed at the sight of the crawling woman. They both watched as Eleanor led her out of the room, and Painslut started flipping channels to find where they had gone to.

Painslut found them in a dark room filled with benches and paddles. Stewart moaned as Eleanor sat down and pulled Ms. Hershey across her lap. The blonde twisted the brunettes arm against her back, pinning the squirming lawyer. The brunettes ass was so round and tight that Stewart started to pump his hips without thinking.

You like that, dont you? Painslut said. Tell me what you want.

I want to spank her, Stewart said.

You want her across your lap and your hand on her ass, dont you? Painslut said.

Yes, Stewart admitted.

Eleanor spanked Ms. Hershey, and Stewart thought he might have climaxed. He didnt. He watched every slap of Ms. Hersheys ass, and he wished the camera could give them sound. For now, he had to settle for just the sight of the brunettes cheeks jiggling with every slap.

I know how you feel, Painslut said. She moved down to his crotch and settled between his legs. Stewart cried out as she went down on him. His restrained cock was embraced in heat, spit and a fast tongue. He could have climaxed right there if it werent for that damn metal band. He could have done it twice, three times. Instead, he could only endure the sensation of being sucked.

You could spank her, I know you could, Painslut said. She slapped his cock against her cheek as she talked. It was such a decadent, naughty thing to be doing; Stewart had the hardest time paying attention to what she was saying.

Imagine Ms. Hershey across your lap, Painslut said. Imagine being naked and having her squirming body against your hard cock. You would spank her hard, I know you would. Youd tan her ass till she was nothing but welts. Her ass would grow so warm, almost as hot as your cock is against my cheek now. Do you know what the best part would be, Stewart? She would get wet. Oh, yes, she would soak your leg with how wet she would become. No matter how much you spanked her, she would beg you to fuck her. Imagine that Stewart, young Ms. Hershey begging for your cock.

Oh, God, he moaned. He could imagine it. The heat of her ass, the squirming of her nubile body and best of all, that sweet voice begging him to do what he has been wanting to do all night. Stewart was almost shaking with how much he wanted it.

Lets see what your wife is doing, Painslut said.

The channel changed, and once again, Stewarts breath was taken away. Lying on a messy bed was his wife, nude and with her hands between her legs! She was masturbating, fast and furious, with both hands. Stewart watched his wifes face with disbelief. Her eyes were shut tight, but her mouth was talking, whispering God only knew what.

Then he saw the man. He heard Painslut sigh as the handsome man stepped into view. He was tall, very muscular and as nude as Stewarts wife. Stewart felt a terrible inadequacy that only deepened when the man sat down beside Annettes head. To Stewarts disbelief, Annette leaned over and opened her mouth! The man slipped his hard cock inside Annettes mouth while the blonde continued to masturbate.

How  how? Stewart whispered.

Master Jonathan knows how to treat a woman, Painslut said. He knows how to please them. He knows how to get them to do things they have never dreamed of, and most of all, he knows how to get them to love it.

Hes Jonathan? Stewart asked. He died, too! And shouldnt he be older?

I know youre in shock, Stewart, but focus here, Painslut said. She took his cock and rubbed her fingers over his tip. When Stewart shuddered and looked at her, she continued.

Jonathan Foxglove knows women, Painslut said. There is no secret he cant tease out of your wife, no depravity he cant talk her into. Your wife is putty in the hands of a real man.

No! Stewart moaned. For some reason, this betrayal hurt him more than he would have guessed. Perhaps it was the idea that Annette could have been like this with him if hed only known how to bring it out. He thought about the wasted years of bending to every wish of his wife in the hopes of getting what he was watching now.

On the screen, Annette was deepthroating Jonathan. Up and down her head bobbed. Her fingers were still busy, and Stewart knew she was coming. There, shed just come. Annette was still shuddering as she kept sucking her lovers cock.

Relax, Stewart, Painslut said. There was something new in her voice; it was sympathy. My master has plans for all of us. Youll have your wife back soon, and much improved, I must add. This is the whole reason we all died.

You died so Jonathan could fuck my wife? Stewart asked.

Painslut bit his belly. No, Stewart. My master and mistress were old, very, very old, and were going to die soon anyway of natural causes. They came up with a plan. They were willing to lose their mortal bodies in exchange for new ones. Master Jonathan acquired a powerful artifact and cast a spell that anchored our souls to it. After a full night of staying here and by performing a ritual, you, Annette and Ms. Hershey will allow our souls into your bodies.

Youre going to possess us? Stewart asked. For once, he forgot about his cock.

No, nothing like that, Painslut said. Well be sharing your bodies. For us, itll be the chance to continue to feel pleasure and experience new entertainments. In exchange, well be imparting our knowledge and giving advice. Annette will have the sexual freedom and kinkiness of Mistress Eleanor. Ms. Hershey will have my sense of duty and exploration. You, youll inherit the wisdom of Master Jonathan.

Imagine it, Stewart. Youll have all of Master Jonathans skills with women. You can make a slave of your wife. You can make a slave of Ms. Hershey. With all the money you gained and Master Jonathans connections, you can fill the house with slaves. With Master Jonathans guidance, youll have a cellar full of sluts, a manor full of servants and an obedient wife who will suck your cock and like it.

Stewart looked up at the television screen. Annettes cheeks were bulging from Jonathans cock. She had stopped masturbating and was now clutching her lovers thighs and ass. Stewart couldnt believe how much she was clinging to Jonathan. Her hands were grabbing his ass and pinning him to her face. As angry as he was with his wifes infidelity, he was also impatient to experience this side of Annette for himself.

Painslut turned around and leaned back into Stewart. She guided his cock into her pussy, and he cried out at the tightness that engulfed him. Fully impaled, Painslut leaned back until she was lying on his chest. One hand reached back and caressed Stewarts face while the other held onto the remote.

Like that, Stewart? Painslut purred. She clenched him and he shuddered.

Oh yes, he managed to say.

Painslut began to move. Her back undulated against him as she fucked him. Slow, sensuous twists of her hips pulled Stewarts cock into a hypnotic rhythm. He could feel her tight ass on his round belly as it clenched with each thrust. The metal band continued to restrain his orgasm, and Stewart felt like his cock was on fire. Every squeeze, every twist and every push felt like a miniature orgasm to the bound man.

Let me come, he begged.

Not yet, Painslut said. A fresh scent came to him, as if a door had been opened. It was jasmine, and it took Stewart a moment to realize it was coming from the black hair of his tormentor. He took a deep breath and imagined that he could smell the dungeons and whips that Painslut had seen.

Lets see what Mistress Eleanor is up to, Painslut said. As she kept fucking Stewart, she changed the channel. Angered at her ignoring him, Stewart impulsively bit Painslut on the neck.

Oh! I knew you had it in you, Stewart! she moaned.

The screen changed to show Ms. Hershey still over Eleanors lap. Her buttocks were an impossibly bright red, and there were several stripes down her thighs as well. Eleanor had a riding crop in her hand, but she had reversed it so that its handle was inside Ms. Hersheys sex. Ms. Hershey didnt appear to mind. The lawyer was thrusting back into the handle, trying to get more of the crop inside her than Eleanor was willing to give. Her mouth was saying something, and her eyes were shut tight, but Stewart knew what she was saying. Ms. Hershey wanted to come.

Why wont you let us come? he asked.

Painslut stopped fucking him for a second before resuming. No reason, she said, and even Stewart knew she was lying. I just like to tease you till Im ready to let you come. Thats what being a slave is all about.

She moved faster, obliterating his ability to think. She leaned forward until she was straddling his waist and she pumped herself on his cock. Hard, vicious thrusts assaulted his cock, nearly driving him insane with desire. Her ass slammed hard into his belly, and it knocked the wind out of him. Even though a submissive ghost was fucking him while his cock was constricted, Stewart was still self-conscious about his fat stomach.

Painslut didnt mind. The ghost humped him with a supernatural speed. The waterbed rolled and shifted with her thrusts until Stewart felt like he was in the middle of a storm. When he thought his oversensitive cock couldnt take any more, Painslut stopped and threw her head back.

Fuck! she called out. Her cry was incredibly loud in the small soundproof room. Stewart felt Painsluts pussy clench him a dozen times as she enjoyed the climax he had been denied. She slid off him and lay down beside him again. He moaned and begged, but Painslut put her hand over his mouth and directed him to look at the screen.

On the screen, Eleanor had removed the crop from Ms. Hersheys sex. Glistening with her juices, the handle of the crop was slipped into Ms. Hersheys mouth. The brunette eagerly opened her mouth and didnt seem to mind at all. When Eleanor started stroking Ms. Hershey with her fingers, the lawyer managed to smile with the handle still in her mouth.

Unbelievable, Stewart said.

Whats so unbelievable? Painslut asked.

She has that thing in her mouth, and shes enjoying it! he said.

Of course she is, Painslut said. The little slut knows that if she pleases Mistress Eleanor, she will get off. When you are in the hands of a good master, any degradation is just foreplay to the climax. Wouldnt you give anything to be in Mistress Eleanors place right now?

Yes, Stewart said.

And wouldnt you love to tell Ms. Hershey to suck your cock for hours on end just at your command?

Yes, Stewart said.

Wouldnt you humiliate Ms. Hershey for days if you knew it would just make her beg to fuck you?

Yes, Stewart said.

And wouldnt you give anything, and I mean anything, to tell Annette to bend over and take your cock any way you wanted?

Oh, God, yes! Stewart moaned.

Prove it to me, Stewart, prove to me youre a man, Painslut moaned in his ear.

How? he said desperately.

Give me a command, Painslut said. Pick a hole, anywhere on my body that you want to fuck. Come inside me, or come on me anywhere. Just give me a command, Stewart. Just tell me where you want to shoot your load.

Stewart didnt have to think.

Suck me, he said.

Tell me more, Painslut demanded.

Suck me into your mouth, Stewart said. Swallow me. Lick me till Im dry but just do it now!

Yes, Master, Painslut, said. When he heard the word master, Stewart trembled all over.

Painslut bent down over Stewarts lap, trailing her long black hair over his body. He felt her breasts flatten against him and her diamond studs prick his skin. Painslut guided his cock into her mouth, and he was amazed by how wet and warm her mouth was. He was aware of the fact that his cock was still wet from her pussy, but she didnt flinch as she sucked his cock down.

Almost casually, she released the metal ring from around his cock.

Stewart ejaculated, then bellowed out a shout from deep inside. Painslut moaned as load after load went into her mouth. He pulled on his chains as his body tried to curl up on itself. He felt as though all of his nerves had centered on his erection and when he came, it was as if his entire body experienced the orgasm.

On the television screen, Ms. Hershey had her climax as well, but Stewart didnt notice. He was too busy with his own bliss to see the young lawyer thrash and scream. The ejaculating man never saw the look of complete bliss and surrender on Ms. Hersheys face, a facial expression that he shared .

When he was done, when there was nothing left to pump and Painslut had swallowed every drop, the deceased slave finally rose from his lap. She licked her lips loudly as she unlocked his chains. Stewart could barely stand, but Painslut helped him up. To his pride, he noticed that his cock was still as hard as granite.

Where are we going? he asked.

Where do you think? Painslut said. Its time for the ritual.




The Dining Room

It is time, Eleanor Foxglove announced.

Virginia barely heard her. It felt as though all she could hear was the beating of her heart and the shallowness of her breath. The young woman was in something akin to a trance. She had stopped thinking hours ago, and now she only endured sensations and orgasms. She had never been happier. Her complicated career as a lawyer seemed years away. Now, her only responsibility was to be Eleanors toy.

In a daze, she slid off Eleanors lap and down to the floor. Virginia got on all fours without being told. It felt like the natural thing to do. Eleanors black heel was in front of her face so she leaned down and kissed the shoe. She was dimly aware of Eleanor patting her on the head.

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A tug on the leash prompted Virginia to crawl. She followed Eleanor into the hall and was surprised to see Annette and a man waiting for them. Annette was nude and on all fours just like Virginia. Looking at Annette docile and subservient nagged at Virginia. Deep down, she felt as though something was wrong, but she couldnt put her finger on it.

The man interrupted her train of thought. He knelt beside Virginia and her face in his hand. She looked into the deepest blue eyes she had ever seen. They looked into her eyes, and Virginia suspected that maybe they looked into her soul as well. He smiled. She was embarrassed by how happy his smile made her.

I see the aura has taken over, the man said.

Yes, Jonathan, Eleanor said. You were right. Prolonged exposure to the artifact has clouded their minds. Shes a perfect slut right now. I doubt we even have to mask our true intentions.

We do from Stewart, though, Jonathan said. The artifact is stronger against women than it is against men. Since I cast the spell, it will favor men. Stewart still has free will. He can ruin everything if we are not careful.

Eleanor laughed. That wimp? Painslut should have him completely dominated by now.

You are likely right, my love, Jonathan said. Would you like to examine your new body before we go downstairs?

Eleanor looked at Annette with a predatory smile. No, thank you, dear. You know how much I like to unwrap my presents in private. Ill test my new bodys limits once we are through this morning and can bring back the old slaves. Do you think they will return?

They wont be able to help themselves, Jonathan said. After years of pleasuring our old, decrepit bodies, theyll leap at the chance of being slaves to healthy masters.

Virginia listened to them without really understanding them. When the Foxgloves tugged on their leashes, Virginia and Annette followed them down the stairs. It wasnt easy to go downstairs on all fours, but it never occurred to Virginia to do anything different.

On the bottom floor, they went into the dining room. Stewart and another woman were already there. Virginia recognized the woman as Painslut from the painting, but she almost didnt recognize Stewart. He was standing taller, and despite the fact that he was nude, Stewart looked extremely confident and in control of himself. He leered at Virginias nude body; that, at least, was familiar .

Hello, Stewart, Jonathan said. Painslut has told me that you are ready for the ritual. You have decided to become master of your own fate.

Yes, Stewart said. He looked down at Annette, and disbelief crossed his face. Annette is fine with this, too?

Jonathan growled. Listen to yourself. Youre still worrying about Annettes opinion! Be a man and make your own decision. Was Annette worrying about your opinion when she was sucking my cock? Of course not!

Stewart frowned. Youre right. Ill do better. Painslut was right; you do have a lot to teach me.

Jonathan relaxed. Of course, my boy, of course. I realize this is difficult to adjust to, but with my guidance, youll make it through. But first, we need to make a few preparations. Painslut, I see that Virginia is wearing your collar, but she needs another item of yours to mark her.

Painslut knelt down beside Virginia and looked at her. Her tits are very small, she said with a sigh. But she can have one of these.

Virginia watched as Painslut removed on of her diamond nipple studs. Painslut reached for one of Virginias nipples, and Virginia cried out at the horrible piercing pain that stabbed her. When Painslut removed her hand, Virginia felt a weight hanging from her chest. She looked down, and inexplicably, the diamond stud was embedded in her nipple! There was no blood, but after the details of tonights events, Virginia really couldnt say she was surprised. It never crossed her mind to protest or refuse the new gift.

Excellent, Jonathan said. Now, Eleanor, you must bind to your host with a personal item.

Theres only one thing that would work, Eleanor said. She reached down and pulled Annette to her feet by her leash and then reached for her black corset and gave it a simple pull. The laces in the back came magically unwrapped, and it was with visible reluctance that she removed it. She ordered Annette to turn around and then Eleanor slipped the corset onto her new body. Annette moaned as the tight corset cling to her curves, and Virginia winced as she saw how constricted Annettes massive breasts were by the garments restraint. With a wave of Eleanors hand, the laces tied themselves on the back of the corset. Annette cried out as the air was squeezed from her body. Virginia marveled at the new hourglass figure Annette sported, and at the same time she was horrified at how tight the corset was. It made her magical piercing seemed minor.

Now, we just need to mark you, Stewart, Jonathan said. He held up a black hood, and Stewart took it from him. Stewart put it on, and it covered his face completely except for his blue eyes. Virginia was startled by how similar those blue eyes were to Jonathans.

This hood has been with me for decades, Jonathan said. Ive worn it while fucking slaves, and Ive worn it when summoning demons. I wore it at my wedding, and I wore it when I cast the spell that bound our souls here. There can be no greater connection between us.

Stewart took a deep breath. What do we do now?

Quick and to the point  I like that about you Stewart, Jonathan said. First, we must prepare your wife. Painslut, do the honors.

Painslut smiled and grabbed Annette roughly by the hair. Annette didnt even squeal, and once again, Virginia felt that this was somehow wrong. Painslut dragged Annette towards the huge dining table and pulled her on top of it. Annette crawled over the table with a hint of shame or doubt. Painslut gave Annette a harsh slap on her ass that made Eleanor angry.

Leave my property alone, Eleanor commanded.

Yes, Mistress, Painslut said without contrition. She commanded Annette to lie down on her back and to spread her arms and legs. Painslut removed some chains and shackles from the china cabinet and brought them to Annettes body. Virginia couldnt see everything, but it was clear that Painslut was chaining Annette so that her hands and legs were bound to the edges of the table.

It was Virginias turn next. Deep down, she knew she should be fighting, but she couldnt remember why. As Painslut pulled her leash to make her climb onto the table, Virginia saw the curious statue of Eros again. The sight of it calmed her mind and made her eager to obey the commands Painslut gave her. She was placed facedown on top of Annettes bound body so that her head was by Annettes thighs and pussy and her sex was right on top of Annettes face. Painslut chained her ankles and wrists with cold steel. Through the fog that clouded her mind, Virginia was secretly happy that she was in the dominant position in regards to Annette.

Now lick each other, ladies, and prepare the way, Jonathan commanded. Call forth our souls with the attraction of your desire.

Virginia jumped as she felt Annettes tongue. The haughty blonde was licking her sex, eagerly and without hesitation. Deep, strong strokes of the tongue made Virginia grind against Annettes face.

The brunette was compelled to lick, too. She dipped down to the wet sex before her and licked. Virginia tasted semen and didnt hesitate to lick it as well. She giggled as she realized how well-fucked the formerly prudish Annette must have been. It made Virginia squirm to think of how soon she would be fucked as well.

Mouth to sex and sex to mouth, the circle of sex is enclosed, Jonathan intoned. In this whirlpool of Lust, we invoke the gods of the Underworld to hear us.

Virginia felt a surge go through her. Annette felt it, too, squirming beautifully under her. Both women licked quickly, trying to hurry and feed something they didnt understand. Virginia had an orgasm, and her limbs pulled and twisted the chains that held her.

Eleanor floated through the table, her body insubstantial on a whim. Virginia could feel her mistresss hand touching her ass, patting her sore cheeks and tracing the welts with her fingernails.

Virginia also felt Painsluts hands on Annette. They phased through the table from underneath, rubbing Annettes breasts that spilled over the corset. Virginia felt Painsluts fingers tweaking and pinching Annettes breasts.

We must prepare the Magic Wand, Jonathan intoned.

In front of Virginia, she saw Jonathan remove a silver cup from a shelf. The cup was filled with a white paste. As Jonathan instructed, Stewart took handfuls of the white paste and covered his erection with it. Virginia moaned. Stewarts erection looked huge and somehow bigger and more important than anything she had ever seen. It was a phallus worthy of a god.

Stewart turned toward the table and climbed on. Virginia trembled as she saw him approach her face. He climbed between Annettes legs, and Virginia managed to get a lick of his paste-covered sex. The paste tasted like sugar and sweat. When Stewart ignored her mouth and stuck his cock inside Annettes sex, Virginia nearly cried from the disappointment.

It begins, Jonathan said. His calm reserve was cracked by an exuberant excitement.

Stewart fucked his bound wife as Virginia watched from inches away. His cock filled Annette, and each thrust made the blonde squirm and moan under Virginia. The bound brunette added her mouth to the sex, licking Stewarts cock when it pulled out and licking Annettes clitoris when Stewart pushed in. The taste of pussy, cock and paste mixed in Virginias mouth like a mouth-watering dessert.

Jonathan commanded Stewart to switch, and Stewart pulled out. Virginia moaned as the man climbed between her legs. His hard cock pushed Annettes mouth out of the way and slid into Virginia. The immensity of his cock amazed Virginia, and even in her dazed mind, she knew it had to be the magic. She didnt care. It felt too good inside her to analyze it.

Stewart pumped her wet pussy with even, strong strokes. Annettes mouth moved to Stewarts balls, and Virginia could hear her wet licking. Eleanors hand moved up to Virginias face and slipped a finger into Virginias mouth. The bound woman eagerly sucked Eleanors finger. Virginia craved human contact and wished there were a dozen more people touching her, fucking every inch of her body.

I feel it, Eleanor said. Were beginning to bond!

Virginia felt nothing of the sort. All she cared about was that Stewart had pulled out of her pussy and was now fucking Annettes mouth. Virginia whimpered. Although they were fucking inches away from her sex, Virginia felt intense denial and unfairness. They had to keep fucking her, they just had to! Virginia began to grind against Annettes chest, trying to keep herself stimulated.

It was while Annette sucked Stewart that Virginia felt the change. Something crept into her mind, altering the eager complacency she had been experiencing. Virginia still felt the need to climax, and she still had the desire to please her masters, but she also felt a surge of rebellion. She felt that insatiable desire to push her limits, to test the constraints placed on her and to never make it easy for others. Virginia still had all of her submissive urges, but underneath it all was that small piece of defiance that defined Painslut in everything she did.

Stewart moved back towards Virginias face, and Virginia could see the change over him. He confidently grabbed her hair and pulled her mouth onto his cock. Virginia swallowed down his erection, tasting both her sex and Annettes mouth. He pushed deep down her throat, thrusting his hips against her trapped head. Annette resumed licking Virginias sex, this time attacking her pussy with a vigor that sent Virginia into raptures. Even with the rebellious spark inside her, Virginia couldnt deny the bliss she felt at pleasing her masters.

It is almost complete! Jonathan cried. Unlike the others, he had remained away from the sex on the table. He just sat by the statue of Eros and watched.

Virginias eyes bulged as she realized where the artifact was. It had to be the statue! Her earlier haze of sensual compliance was long gone, replaced by the undefeatable mischievousness of Painslut. She was able to recall everything Jonathan and Eleanor had said earlier along with the sinister implications of their discussion.

Stewart had pulled out of Virginias mouth and slid back into Annettes sex. Virginia felt a surge of electricity go through the three of them. She had a climax, and she almost blacked out from the bliss. The steady rhythm of Annettes body moving beneath her brought back out of her stupor, and she tried to warn Stewart.

Stewart! Snap out of it! Virginia cried. She couldnt tear her eyes off his cock entering Annettes pussy. Theyve been lying to us! What they really 

Hush, you little slut! Eleanor said. Her hand clamped over Virginias mouth and gagged her. Ignore her and keep fucking, Stewart! When we are done, you can teach your new slave how to keep her mouth busy.

Stewart kept pumping. Virginia tried to study his face to see if hed gotten her message, but the hood made it impossible. All she could see were his deep blues, and they looked more intense than ever. Virginia knew their very souls were in danger, yet she was still too far in their grasp to worry much. As the spirit of Painslut filled her body, she hoped that when Stewart finally ejaculated, it would somehow be in her.

Now go to the other side, Stewart, and the spell will be complete! Jonathan cried. He was barely visible. None of the dead were. Virginia couldnt even see the hand that kept her mouth shut, and she somehow knew that Painslut was just as invisible. The ghosts were losing their forms as they merged with their new bodies.

Virginia felt her memories slipping away and being replaced with new ones. She could no longer remember her old boyfriend, only the memory of Master Jonathans ancient body rutting on top of her. She couldnt recall her sometime-girlfriend in college, only the memory of Mistress Eleanors hand on her ass. She couldnt even remember her office or her home. It felt as though the only true home she ever had was the cage in Painsluts room.

Stewart slipped out of Annettes sex and almost casually tapped his wet cock against her cheek. Virginia looked up at him, annoyed, humiliated and aroused at the same time. She never expected to see those blue eyes wink.

The hooded man started to crawl on the table top towards the other side. Annette was humping Virginias body in anticipation. Virginia ignored her. She watched as Stewart slowly crawled along the length of the table until he was near the ancient statue of Eros. Stewart lashed out with his leg and kicked the statue off the table. Virginia watched it sail off the table edge and disappear.

The resulting crash of noise echoed through the dining room. Jonathan and Eleanor screamed with anger and rage, while Painslut merely giggled. Stewart whipped off his hood as the ghosts wailed. Jonathan lunged for Stewarts throat but vanished before he could reach him.

A cold wind blew through the house, bursting windows and sending doors flying.

Stewart, you useless son of a bitch! Annette screamed. Why the hell did you do that?

Annette, shut up, Stewart said wearily. Ms. Hershey, are you okay?

Yes, Virginia said. Could you untie me?

Fuck her! Annette said. Stewart, answer me! Why did you fuck everything up?

He didnt answer. He took the hood in his hand and crammed it into Annettes mouth. Her eyes bulged in disbelief. She tried to push out the hood, but Stewart had learned a thing or two about gags tonight. The hood wasnt going anywhere.

Are you OK? Virginia asked. When he nodded, Stewart remembered her request to be untied.

Oh, of course, he said. Some of his former timidity came back. He found some keys in the cabinet and began to unlock Virginia. He didnt bother with Annette. Surprisingly, the blonde didnt ask.

They were trying to take over our bodies, Virginia said.

Really? Stewart said. Painslut said they just wanted to ride in the back of our minds.

They were lying, Virginia said. She rubbed her wrists and climbed off Annette. The exhausted woman didnt have the strength to climb off the table just yet. Her sex felt empty, and she was tempted to masturbate. They wanted to take us over completely. If you didnt know that, why did you break the statue?

Stewart sighed. Ive put up with Annettes abuse for years. I do it because I thought it makes her happy. I do what she says, and I obey every whim because I always hoped that one day, she would be satisfied and not be such a bitch.

Stewart paused and looked at Virginias naked body. Virginia found herself looking at his cock. The ghosts were gone, but the sexual energy still lingered in the air. Stewart shook his head and tried to continue.

What Jonathan offered was to take Annettes place, he said. He wanted me to obey his suggestions. I couldnt imagine having someone in the back of my mind, always telling me what to do. Jesus! At least Annette cant harass me - 24 hours a day! Why would I submit myself to that?

Virginia nodded. She wasnt really paying attention. That need for pleasure still dwelt deep down inside her. Stewart was thinking the same thing. Without any prompting or words, the two of them began to kiss.

Annette squirmed with indignation, but the gag silenced her. Virginia leaned back until she was draped across the bound blondes body. Stewart crawled over her. She welcomed him as he slid into her. Both of them whimpered. They were so sensitized from their ordeal that the simple joy of fucking was a powerful release.

The two of them fucked loudly on the table. Virginia was surprised by the passion in her grunts as Stewart filled her. She locked her arms and legs around him, pinning him tightly inside her body. Her newly pierced nipple ached from the pressure of his chest, but there was no way she was going to let him go. He was real, and he was alive. He didnt want her soul or her eternal submission. He just wanted the same thing she did, to get fucked and feel alive.

Stewart came first, but they kept fucking. Even when Virginia came, they kept fucking. It felt good to merge with something warm and breathing. An hour later, when neither of them could move with much more conviction, they finally pulled apart.

Its sunrise, Stewart said. The sun was peeking through the dark drapes of the dining room.

I officially declare the house yours, Virginia groaned. And you can keep the damn thing.

She fumbled with her collar and managed to unlock the clasp.

Keep it, Stewart said. Youve certainly earned it.

That made her smile. I did. What are you going to do about her?

Stewart stood up, and Virginia saw that he no longer stooped as he had yesterday. He walked over to his wife and petted her cheek. Beneath her gag, Annette growled.

Annette and I are going to have a long talk today, he said. She hasnt been happy, and neither have I. I have a few ideas on how we can improve. The elder Foxgloves may have been assholes, but they apparently got through to my wife. Im not too proud to admit that I would like to try some of their methods. Annette will hear me out and then Ill release her and get her answer.

Good luck, Virginia said. She meant it.

Come by some time, and Ill tell you how it went, Stewart said.

Virginia thought about it.

I might, she said.

It wasnt long before she returned to the haunted house of bondage.

The end.