Fiction: Haunted House of Bondage: The Secret Room

The dead woman sucked Stewart’s 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. “I’ve 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 Stewart’s shoulder. That didn’t 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 couldn’t reason her out of existence.

“Who are you, really?” he asked.

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

“I’m exactly who you think I am,” she said. “I’m 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. “I’m 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 weren’t 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. It’s 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. She’s getting fucked hard. Right now, your wife is doing things she would never do with you. She’s saying things that you’ve only dreamed about. At this very moment, your cold, nasty bitch wife is begging to have a cock inside her. Don’t 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 didn’t 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 didn’t come to life . He thought about asking Painslut about them but decided against it. He didn’t want to find out that she didn’t 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 didn’t 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 scientist’s table but he quickly dismissed those thoughts. Painslut might be dead and kinky, but he didn’t 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 Painslut’s full breasts pressing into his chest. He also couldn’t 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 couldn’t 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 wasn’t 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 weren’t 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 hadn’t 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 Stewart’s 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 lawyer’s open thighs. The sleek blonde looked directly at the camera and smiled before dipping her mouth down to Ms. Hershey’s 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 doesn’t know we’re 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 couldn’t tear his eyes off the young brunette’s 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 couldn’t 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 Eleanor’s tongue was dancing inside Ms. Hershey. He wondered if Eleanor’s tongue flickered as fast as Painslut’s. He wondered if Ms. Hershey would moan and writhe if it was his tongue there instead. Painslut’s 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. Hershey’s pussy. Stewart saw how wet the blonde’s mouth was, and he throbbed in Painslut’s 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 brunette’s arm against her back, pinning the squirming lawyer. The brunette’s ass was so round and tight that Stewart started to pump his hips without thinking.

“You like that, don’t 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, don’t you?” Painslut said.

“Yes,” Stewart admitted.

Eleanor spanked Ms. Hershey, and Stewart thought he might have climaxed. He didn’t. He watched every slap of Ms. Hershey’s ass, and he wished the camera could give them sound. For now, he had to settle for just the sight of the brunette’s 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 weren’t 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. You’d 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.

“Let’s see what your wife is doing,” Painslut said.

The channel changed, and once again, Stewart’s 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 wife’s 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 Stewart’s wife. Stewart felt a terrible inadequacy that only deepened when the man sat down beside Annette’s head. To Stewart’s disbelief, Annette leaned over and opened her mouth! The man slipped his hard cock inside Annette’s 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.”

“He’s Jonathan?” Stewart asked. “He died, too! And shouldn’t he be older?”

“I know you’re 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 can’t tease out of your wife, no depravity he can’t 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 he’d 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, she’d just come. Annette was still shuddering as she kept sucking her lover’s cock.

“Relax, Stewart,” Painslut said. There was something new in her voice; it was sympathy. “My master has plans for all of us. You’ll 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.”

“You’re going to possess us?” Stewart asked. For once, he forgot about his cock.

“No, nothing like that,” Painslut said. “We’ll be sharing your bodies. For us, it’ll be the chance to continue to feel pleasure and experience new entertainments. In exchange, we’ll 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, you’ll inherit the wisdom of Master Jonathan.”

“Imagine it, Stewart. You’ll have all of Master Jonathan’s 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 Jonathan’s connections, you can fill the house with slaves. With Master Jonathan’s guidance, you’ll 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. Annette’s cheeks were bulging from Jonathan’s cock. She had stopped masturbating and was now clutching her lover’s thighs and ass. Stewart couldn’t 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 wife’s 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 Stewart’s 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 Stewart’s 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.

“Let’s 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 Eleanor’s 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. Hershey’s sex. Ms. Hershey didn’t 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 won’t 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 I’m ready to let you come. That’s 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 didn’t 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 couldn’t 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 Painslut’s 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. Hershey’s sex. Glistening with her juices, the handle of the crop was slipped into Ms. Hershey’s mouth. The brunette eagerly opened her mouth and didn’t 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.

“What’s so unbelievable?” Painslut asked.

“She has that thing in her mouth, and she’s 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. Wouldn’t you give anything to be in Mistress Eleanor’s place right now?”

“Yes,” Stewart said.

“And wouldn’t you love to tell Ms. Hershey to suck your cock for hours on end just at your command?”

“Yes,” Stewart said.

“Wouldn’t you humiliate Ms. Hershey for days if you knew it would just make her beg to fuck you?”

“Yes,” Stewart said.

“And wouldn’t 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 you’re 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 didn’t have to think.

“Suck me,” he said.

“Tell me more,” Painslut demanded.

“Suck me into your mouth,” Stewart said. “Swallow me. Lick me till I’m dry but just do it now!”

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

Painslut bent down over Stewart’s 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 didn’t 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 didn’t 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. Hershey’s 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. “It’s time for the ritual.”