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“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 Eleanor’s toy.

In a daze, she slid off Eleanor’s lap and down to the floor. Virginia got on all fours without being told. It felt like the natural thing to do. Eleanor’s 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 couldn’t 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. She’s 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. I’ll test my new body’s limits once we are through this morning and can bring back the old slaves. Do you think they will return?”

“They won’t be able to help themselves,” Jonathan said. “After years of pleasuring our old, decrepit bodies, they’ll 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 wasn’t 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 didn’t 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 Virginia’s 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. You’re still worrying about Annette’s 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. “You’re right. I’ll 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, you’ll 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 Virginia’s 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 tonight’s events, Virginia really couldn’t 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.”

“There’s 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 Annette’s massive breasts were by the garment’s restraint. With a wave of Eleanor’s 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 Jonathan’s.

“This hood has been with me for decades,” Jonathan said. “I’ve worn it while fucking slaves, and I’ve 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 didn’t 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 Annette’s body. Virginia couldn’t 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 Virginia’s turn next. Deep down, she knew she should be fighting, but she couldn’t 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 Annette’s bound body so that her head was by Annette’s thighs and pussy and her sex was right on top of Annette’s 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 Annette’s tongue. The haughty blonde was licking her sex, eagerly and without hesitation. Deep, strong strokes of the tongue made Virginia grind against Annette’s face.

The brunette was compelled to lick, too. She dipped down to the wet sex before her and licked. Virginia tasted semen and didn’t 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 didn’t 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 mistress’s hand touching her ass, patting her sore cheeks and tracing the welts with her fingernails.

Virginia also felt Painslut’s hands on Annette. They phased through the table from underneath, rubbing Annette’s breasts that spilled over the corset. Virginia felt Painslut’s fingers tweaking and pinching Annette’s 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. Stewart’s 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 Annette’s 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 Annette’s 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 Stewart’s cock when it pulled out and licking Annette’s clitoris when Stewart pushed in. The taste of pussy, cock and paste mixed in Virginia’s 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 Annette’s 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 didn’t care. It felt too good inside her to analyze it.

Stewart pumped her wet pussy with even, strong strokes. Annette’s mouth moved to Stewart’s balls, and Virginia could hear her wet licking. Eleanor’s hand moved up to Virginia’s face and slipped a finger into Virginia’s mouth. The bound woman eagerly sucked Eleanor’s 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. “We’re 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 Annette’s 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 Annette’s 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 Virginia’s 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 Annette’s mouth. He pushed deep down her throat, thrusting his hips against her trapped head. Annette resumed licking Virginia’s sex, this time attacking her pussy with a vigor that sent Virginia into raptures. Even with the rebellious spark inside her, Virginia couldn’t 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.

Virginia’s 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 Virginia’s mouth and slid back into Annette’s 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 Annette’s body moving beneath her brought back out of her stupor, and she tried to warn Stewart.

“Stewart! Snap out of it!” Virginia cried. She couldn’t tear her eyes off his cock entering Annette’s pussy. “They’ve been lying to us! What they really —”

“Hush, you little slut!” Eleanor said. Her hand clamped over Virginia’s 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 he’d 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 couldn’t 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 Jonathan’s ancient body rutting on top of her. She couldn’t recall her sometime-girlfriend in college, only the memory of Mistress Eleanor’s hand on her ass. She couldn’t even remember her office or her home. It felt as though the only true home she ever had was the cage in Painslut’s room.

Stewart slipped out of Annette’s 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 Virginia’s 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 Stewart’s 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 didn’t answer. He took the hood in his hand and crammed it into Annette’s 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 wasn’t 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 didn’t bother with Annette. Surprisingly, the blonde didn’t 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 didn’t 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 didn’t know that, why did you break the statue?”

Stewart sighed. “I’ve put up with Annette’s 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 Virginia’s 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 Annette’s place,” he said. “He wanted me to obey his ‘suggestions.’ I couldn’t imagine having someone in the back of my mind, always telling me what to do. Jesus! At least Annette can’t harass me – 24 hours a day! Why would I submit myself to that?”

Virginia nodded. She wasn’t 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 blonde’s 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 didn’t 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. “You’ve 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 hasn’t 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. I’m not too proud to admit that I would like to try some of their methods. Annette will hear me out and then I’ll release her and get her answer.”

“Good luck,” Virginia said. She meant it.

“Come by some time, and I’ll tell you how it went,” Stewart said.

Virginia thought about it.

“I might,” she said.

It wasn’t long before she returned to the haunted house of bondage.

The end.

  7 Responses to “Fiction: Haunted House of Bondage: The Dining Room”

  1. Couldn’t keep my damn hands off myself and now I’m late for work!
    Thanks Shon.
    I mean that, thank you!

  2. Madame X- Your welcome. It’s all part of my plan to ruin the economy one masturbating worker at a time

  3. Nice…
    and I’m at work so I can’t mastrubate (the bathroom really isn’t set up for it).

  4. Jaenelle, Jaenelle, Jaenelle, you’re not trying hard enough :)

  5. I enjoyed this series very much, despite the fact that one of the character names ruins the whole thing for me, that nerve is still a little raw.

    But Happy Halloween Shon!

  6. Where can I get one of these artifacts?

    Jaenelle, any bathroom can work for masturbating if you want it enough.

  7. Art-Happy Halloween Art, and thanks!

    Wordslut- Evil haunted house of bondage artifacts are at sale at the Haunted Garage Sale of Domination

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