Oct 242006
 

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 didn’t 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 couldn’t 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 couldn’t 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 didn’t 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 couldn’t 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.

“Who’s 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 Annette’s 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 voice’s 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 Annette’s 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 don’t 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 don’t understand,” the voice said. “How could you? I spent my life researching the mystic arts, combing secrets and learning dark rites. If it hadn’t 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 didn’t 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 wasn’t 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 didn’t 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.

“I’m 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 I’m having a hard time setting bones back to where they should be. I had no idea the soul would remember such things.”

Annette wasn’t listening. “I’ll 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 couldn’t 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 Eleanor’s 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 Eleanor’s 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, you’re 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, don’t they?” the voice asked.

Annette couldn’t 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 couldn’t escape — and worse, she couldn’t touch that ache that had increased between her thighs.

“That’s 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 hasn’t 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 wouldn’t 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. You’re 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 couldn’t 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 Annette’s 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? That’s 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 I’ll 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 child’s wet towel! She couldn’t believe that in this house of decadent toys, she didn’t 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.

She’d 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 didn’t 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 that’s 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! Stewart’s 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 wife’s 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 didn’t care. She was getting fucked, and wasn’t 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 Annette’s 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 Annette’s orgasm-filled brain.

“You’re 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 she’d 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 didn’t 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 wouldn’t 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 didn’t.

“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, that’s simple. Eleanor and I were old. A rebirth was in order. As for Painslut, it wasn’t 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. It’s 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 wasn’t 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. That’s 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 didn’t 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 wasn’t unconsciously.

“It’s 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 Annette’s 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 didn’t care. In fact, she was proud of it.

Jonathan groaned. The afterlife had been cold and dry. Annette’s 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, we’ll join them,” he said. “But until then, we’ll 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 Jonathan’s cock till the dead man moaned. It wouldn’t be a problem at all.

  3 Responses to “Fiction: Haunted House of Bondage: The Mistress Bedroom”

  1. awesome. made my day. :)

  2. red velvet- Thank you :)

    cuteness- Day Making is a high priority here :)

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