Loading...The door swings open and Michelle rushes in. Caitlyn barely twitches as she sits on the couch flipping through channels on the television, a bowl of candy sitting before her now primarily full of wrappers.
“Hey, those were for the children, Cait.”
“I only ate the Kit-Kats.”
“Yeah, those are the best ones. Do you want us to have the worst candy on the block?” Michelle flops onto the couch and removes her side bag.
“No,” she says unwrapping another.
Michelle laughs and picks up a generic looking foil-wrapped chocolate.
For a couple moments they sit munching on candy and staring at overdone commercials advertising last minute Halloween deals on costumes, candy, and more.
“So you got a movie picked out?” Caitlyn asks, leaning her head on Michelle’s chest.”
“Huh?” Michelle asks through a mouthful of candy.”
“Tonight. Movie. Pick one?” She rolls her eyes and readjusts her head on Michelle.
“Um, actually. I was thinking maybe we could do something different tonight.”
“What? What do you mean different? We do this every year. It’s tradition.” Caitlyn jolts upright and stares at Michelle.
“I know, but I’m so tired of just staying in and watching movies. I mean it’s great, I love spending time with just you, and relaxing, and handing out candy–or whats left of it,” Michelle tips the bowl to peer into it, “but I wold love to go out with you.”
Caitlyn pushes the wrappers around the bowl. “But it’s tradition.” She says softly.
“I know,” Michelle wraps and arm around her and strokes her side, “just for tonight, baby?”
Caitlyn bites her lower lip, considering. They’d been doing Halloween movie night and passing out candy for six years. She loved being able to just cuddle up to Michelle while being scared out of her mind by what ever horror flick she’d brought home. She loved seeing all the costumes that the neighborhood children came up with. And she especially loved ending the night with a couple shots and light passionate sex that left her satisfied and sleepy.
“If we leave then we can’t pass out candy.”
“No we can.” Michelle rifles through her bag.
“What do you mean? What is it that you want to do?”
“I thought,” she pauses to smooth out the orange and black flyer, “that this year instead of bringing the spooky to us, we would go out and find it.”
A thin, perfectly manicured, eyebrow arches and Caitlyn leans forward reading over Michelle’s shoulder, while she reads aloud.
[ October 31st, join us for a night of pure, delicious, terror. Enter our dungeon maze and find yourself entranced by themes taken from five classic monsters. At this Friday night fright event we’re bound to make you scream–one way or another. Event lasting from 5pm to 12:30am.]
“I don’t know about this.”
“It sounds fun.”
“I suppose it does. Still. How much is it to go anyways?”
“Well the flyer didn’t say but I’m sure it’s not too bad.” Michelle tilts her head to the side, “Cait, it’s at least worth checking out. And if you don’t like it we can always leave.”
“Promise?” Caitlyn pouts.
“Yes.” Michelle assures.
“Ok, we can go.”
It was a forty-five minute drive to the location of the event. Time spent in Michelle’s small sedan, with both of them flipping through different radio stations each time a song they liked ended, and musing what level of scare they were going to endure tonight. Caitlyn loved the adrenaline rush from fear.
Caitlyn rolls down her window and eyes the address listed on the building, comparing it with the one on the flyer. It’s a giant building that looks like it should house cubicles–not a Halloween themed maze. She hands the flyer to Michelle and points at a nearby parking spot.
“Let’s just wait until someone shows up, ok?”
“That’s fine with me,” Michelle replies as she turns off the ignition.
For several moments they wait quietly. Tight knots bloom in their stomachs. What if they had made a mistake. The amount of time spent driving could have well been put to use for other things.
Suddenly, a man and a woman emerge from around the side of the building. Each is sporting a pair of leather pants, but the man isn’t wearing a shirt, just a leather collar. The woman wears a strapless leather bra.
Caitlyn whirrs around to look at Michelle who just shrugs, “costume, I suppose.”
She looks at Michelle for a couple more seconds before looking away and doubtful.
“Come on.” Michelle places a hand on Caitlyn’s thigh, which makes her jump. “Let’s head inside and see what this place is all about.”
An unconvincing smile plays across Caitlyn’s lips as she forces herself to move, unbuckling the seatbelt and pushing open the car door.
A blast of cool air hits them as Michelle opens the building’s door for Caitlyn. Not even a moment after entering the building a woman behind a counter greets them. She pulls out a clip board and several sheets of paper. Caitlyn grabs Michelle by the wrist and shoots the woman an inquisitive glance.
“Cait. We’re fine.” Michelle pats her hand.
“Please have a seat,” the woman gestures to a soft, black suede couch, “it should only take a moment to fill out this paperwork. Also, if you have id’s I will take those now, just to check, and you can have them back shortly.”
Michelle nods, taking the paperwork from her and sitting down next to Caitlyn. “You’re going to need to fill these out too.” She nudges Caitlyn’s side.
“Holy shit. No.” Caitlyn’s eyes widen and she points incredulously at the forms.
“What?”
“Have you not been paying attention. Do you even know what any of this is?” She hisses into Michelle’s ear. “This is a Dungeon. A real, dungeon. You know. For BDSM.”
“What?” Michelle repeats.
“Yes. Is this some kind of joke? Did you know you were taking us here?” Caitlyn crosses her arms.
It’s not very often that Michelle experiences Caitlyn’s anger, but she can feel the heat in Caitlyn’s ice blue eyes, and at the sight Michelle’s face flushes red. “No. I didn’t,” Michelle mumbles.
“Bullshit.”
“Really. I’m sorry.” Michelle pleads.
Suddenly aware of how quite it is, they both risk a glance in the direction of the counter. The woman behind it is eyeing them both with an amused look on her face. Her chin resting in her palm.
“I can’t believe this Shell.” Caitlyn huffs as she sinks into the couch.
“Baby, I’m really sorry. Like I said, if you don’t want to stay we can go.”
Briefly, she contemplates this. She looks around at the room she’s in. Most of the furniture is soft, plush, black suede. The counter is a fine marble. The paintings are of nude men and women, but tasteful. Occasionally she spots little decorations for Halloween. Tiny bats hang from a vent. Witches decorate a candy bowl filled with an assortment of hard candies. Her eyes fall once again on the smirk of the woman behind the counter, and the pen in Michelle’s hand, poised just above one of the items on the questionnaire. Suddenly her pride is on the line. There is no way in hell she’s going to run out of here, with her cheeks burning red of embarrassment, and her girlfriend chasing at her heels.
“Let’s stay.” A definitive tone hangs off her words.
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah. I mean we drove all the way out here. Why not give this place a shot. Besides, you wanted to do something new and exciting for Halloween. Can’t really top this now can you?”
Michelle nods and swallows hard. This wasn’t exactly what she had had in mind. She felt that in a way Caitlyn was punishing her for her ignorance. She finishes filling out her information on the clipboard and hands it to Caitlyn, before heading up to the counter to pay.
“So how much do I owe you?”
“Well, since we have a couple’s special going on. It’s ninety-five per person.” She winks at her and takes the credit card in her hand. Just as she’s handing it back along with their ids, Caitlyn returns with the clipboard. She sighs, bracing herself and takes Michelle’s hand.
“Ok, so everything is in order. In just a minute your guide will be here to take you though the maze.”
Just as another couple enters the building–one who obviously knows what they are doing there–Michelle and Caitlyn’s guide emerges from behind a door with her head bowed.
“If you’re ready, Lady Miera and Lady Eva will see you now.”
The room they enter is filled with a sweet, musky scent. A polished wooden table, set in the back of the room, is filled with various alcoholic drinks and an assortment of chocolates.
“Help yourselves,” the guide says, gesturing to the refreshments. “There’s red wine, Bloody Mary’s, various pink champagnes, and a concoction of their own, ‘O Positive.'”
Caitlyn reaches for a wine class. It’s plastic and not filled very high, to which Caitlyn concludes is for safety reasons. She tastes a couple sips and offers the glass to Michelle who is already halfway down a Bloody Mary.
Slowly soft, yet ominous, classical music wafts around the room note by note. It draws their attention in, scanning for the source. As they look for the cause of the music, they piece the contents of the room together. The walls are made to look like grey stone bricks, and sconces line the walls every so often with a fake burning flame. The most substantial light shines down from a chandelier, but even that is dimmed. Vanity mirrors hang above a dresser. In the very back, centered against the wall, is a king sized bed, with deep red, velvet curtains hanging down, obscuring the view of two women.
Caitlyn gulps down a larger portion of the wine than she had intended and tightens her grip on Michelle’s hand. “Look.” She breathes softly.
Michelle eyes the dark silk sheets carefully. Slowly, one of the women rises up. She pulls the other woman up with her and smiles at the couple.
“Did you have a nice nap?” The first one coos as she stretches and nuzzles her neck.
“Of course darling. I always do when I sleep next to you.” She twists her fingers in the first one’s hair and tilts her head up to kiss her. “Mm. You still taste like the last woman we had in here.” She dabs a bit of red off the corner of her mouth and licks it from her fingers.
“Oh, Miera. You shouldn’t. It appears we have guests.”
Miera glances over her shoulder at them, smiles and turns her attention back to the girl in her arms. “Eva. I’m feeling hungry again.” Her mouth parts and fangs are exposed before she lowers them on to Eva’s neck.”
“Miera.” Eva closes her eyes and arches her back. Her nails dig into the exposed flesh of Miera shoulders. When Miera finally pulls away, a thin trail of red is left trickling down Eva’s neck, and Miera’s chin. Eva leans in and runs her tongue over it. A larger portion of Eva’s hair knots its way in to Miera’s hand.
Slowly Miera runs her hands along Eva’s matching silk gown. When her fingertips reach the edge, she pulls the fabric up, carefully inching it over her thighs.
Eva licks along Miera’s lips, teasing them before she kisses her. Their bodies move together, passionately, rhythmically, indulgent. They slide lusciously across the bed, moaning louder, moaning quicker.
A knot forms in Caitlyn’s stomach, and she finds it hard to breathe. She looks over at Michelle who watches the scene unfold as though she should be taking notes. When she finally senses Caitlyn’s eyes on her she smiles.
“Interesting, huh? Vampires making out.” She whispers softly.
Unsure of how to respond, Caitlyn moves closer to Michelle and watches in the same manner.
Just as Caitlyn finishes her glass of wine, Eva extends a hand. “Look Meira. We have a couple of voyeurs.” She laughs at the slightly offended look on Caitlyn’s face.
“Why yes, and I think they want to join us.”
Neither of them moves from where they stand. They become statues at the look of impatience on the face of the two vampires.
“Come here,” Miera repeats.
Slowly Michelle takes a step forward.
“Shelly!” Caitlyn whispers.
“I want the blonde.” Eva smirks nodding to Caitlyn.
The vampires emerge from their bed and glide over to where the couple stands. “Come, come play with us.” Miera says, her voice as eloquent as the melody floating in the air. “Sit here, in this chair.” She shows Michelle to a chair made of the same polished wood as the table. “If you’re good, and do what I say. I will reward you.” She smiles at Michelle, and then Caitlyn.
They each nod. Eva brings a chair and sets it behind Caitlyn. “You sit too.” Without a thought, Caitlyn complies.
“Good,” Miera approves, “now both of you close your eyes.
They each suck in a breath before following their instruction. As soon as their eyes close, a long finger greets the curve of each neck.
“If you’re good. If you do exactly what I say, I can bless you with a vampire’s kiss.”
Michelle nods and Caitlyn offers more of her neck to Eva.
“So eager to please. I love it.” Eva continues. “We’re going to bite you–softly–and you’re not going to giggle.”
Caitlyn braces herself by holding onto the seat of the chair, and Michelle shift her weight to her feet. When they appear ready, the vampires lower their fangs onto their victims neck, carefully scraping their teeth along the curve. It tickles, but neither makes a noise.
Eva smiles proudly, but Miera looks disappointed. “Good,” she says holding Eva’s stare, “now we are going to bite harder, and you are not allowed to squirm.”
Caitlyn who is used to having her neck bitten, stifles a moan. Michelle, however, tenses under Miera’s fangs. She draws herself up and walks away from Michelle, laughing.
“Tsk.” She wags a finger. “I said don’t squirm. I can’t reward you for disobedience now can I? But this lovely lady.” She runs a long slender finger below Caitlyn’s chin, forcing her head up.
Miera moves to one of the drawers and pulls out a black and pink vibrator. Michelle eyes the toy carefully, praying that she’s guessing wrong about what is going to happen with it. She turns it on a low setting and places it on the inside of Caitlyn’s knee.
Using every ounce of willpower she can muster, Caitlyn focuses on holding still. She watches as Miera moves the vibrator up her thigh while increasing the speed and continues to stifle moans as Eva sucks and bites at her neck.
Instinctively Michelle places her hands on the edge of the chair, ready to push herself up and claim her girlfriend, but she stops at the sight of Caitlyn’s pleasure. Just as the vibrator nears her inner thigh, Eva bites a little harder, and they manage to coax a moan out of her. The two vampires pause briefly and smirk at each other, pleased with themselves.
Miera places herself between Caitlyn’s thighs and uses the vibrator on the other one, using her hand to work out the spasming muscles on the other side. Eva’s hands twist into Caitlyn’s hair, and Michelle swoons at the blonde tangles wrapped around the vamps fingers. Another moan escapes from Caitlyn and Michelle swallows hard.
Caitlyn looks across from her to Michelle, her eyes smoldering with lust, her lips parted and breath heavy. Michelle’s chest seems to set itself on fire, and she struggles between pissed off at watching her girlfriend get off on these fanged woman, and being turned on.
Eva smiles at the expression on Michelle’s face and pulls Caitlyn’s shirt up her waist, stopping just before her breasts. She locks eyes and continues to suck at Caitlyn’s neck as she drags her fingernails up her stomach.
Forgetting the rules of the game, Caitlyn arches up, pressing her flesh deeper against Eva’s nails. Slowly Eva pulls away, letting Caitlyn stay in her aroused state.
The mess of blonde hair falls from Eva’s fingers and Caitlyn follows Eva’s retreat with her eyes. When Miera moves away she relaxes her muscles and shoots Michelle an apologetic glance. Michelle returns it with a nonchalant half-smile and rises from her seat, crossing the short distance to kneel at Caitlyn’s feet.
“Come Miera, I think we’ve given these mortals all they can handle. And I’m feeling sleepy again.”
“Of course my love.” Miera take’s Eva’s hand and once again they are kissing on the bed between silken sheets.
“Come,” the guide says, stepping away from the wall, her head still bowed. “You still have quite a ways before you are free of the dungeon.” The couple slip through a door on the opposite side of the room, close to the bed, and Caitlyn wishes she had taken a second glass of wine with her.
The room that the guide leads them to next is much brighter than the first, and covered in golden and silver objects. It’s just a little warmer too. Masks hang from the walls, and the room is covered in strange symbols and multicolored animal statues. The counters in the back are much like the one in the other room, lined with various alcoholic beverages and candy.
In the center of the room is a young woman. She has jet black hair, and bronze colored skin. Her eyeliner is done heavy and in beautiful swirled designs across her face. Her lips are thick and pink and curved upward to match the mischievous gleam in her eyes. The dress she is wearing is fashioned from some kind of textured fabric, and wrapped around her body.
Almost at the same time it clicks for the couple, what kind of monster she’s supposed to be conveying. And just as quickly they realize what their next encounter is going to be.
Caitlyn glances over her shoulder for where the guide is located and then back over at the woman playing the part of a mummy. The woman moves toward the two of them, her focus on Michelle. As she walks she undoes the binding on her body, from the bottom up. Underneath their Egyptian Goddess wears a string around her waist, with almost see through light blue fabric covering her arse and pelvis. She unwraps herself further, fully exposing wide alluring hips. She stops just before Michelle and finishes removing the wrapping. Her chest large, just as tan as the rest of her body, and bare, bounces out as she drops the cloth to the floor. Michelle swallows and watches with her cheeks turning red as the woman grabs her side just above the fabric and tucks her fingers in.
“Welcome, to my tomb.” She gestures around the room with a sweep of her arm. She circles the couple, and once behind them orders them to get on their knees. She nods approvingly.
Suddenly she straddles Michelle’s legs. Her breasts press into Michelle’s back and she slides her hands down Michelle’s arms. “I want to tie you up,” she breathes into Michelle’s ear with the most exotic accent she’s ever heard, sending chills up and down Michelle’s spine. “Good. You want it too.”
The woman moves to one of the walls and pulls down a roll of light pink tape and some rope. Caitlyn gives Michelle a don’t-you-dare look, but she’s too preoccupied by the giant ankh tattooed on her back to notice.
“I’m not sure I like you with clothes on.” The woman smiles, setting the items down on a series of stone slabs meant to be a bed and beckoning Michelle forward. Michelle begins to fumble with the buttons on her white long-sleeve shirt, but Caitlyn’s hands close over Michelle’s fingers.
“Let me please.” Caitlyn says in barely a whisper. She chooses to leave off the ‘if you really must let yourself be tied up while half naked’. Michelle nods and her eyes flicker between her girlfriend and the woman holding the rope taut in her hands.
“Splendid.” She rises from her perch and sets to work. Binding wrist to ankle, shoulder to body, around thighs, hips, and neck. Her eyes scan over Michelle, who is now clad only in a bra and boy shorts and rope. Her index finger trails from the blade of a shoulder down to the curve of Michelle’s ass.
“I’m going to do things to you,” she pauses for effect, “at your girlfriend’s request.” She focuses intently on Caitlyn. “Anytime you ask me to do something, you must say Mistress Aria.”
Caitlyn feels her jaw drop, but nods. Could she? Could she really ask this woman to do what ever she wanted to Michelle? She places a hand on the small of Michelle’s back and smiles when her eyes close at her touch. “Mistress Aria. I want you to run your nails up Michelle’s back.”
She complies.
“Mistress Aira, I want you to straddle her and play with her chest.”
Michelle turns a sharp gaze on Caitlyn. She looks as if she wants to ask ‘are you sure’, but when she nods Michelle relaxes, allowing herself to be groped by Mistress Aria.
Her cheeks burn as her pleasure rises. The feel of Aria’s hands on her breasts, drive her mad. Still aware of Caitlyn’s eyes on her, she tries to decide whether she should display her enjoyment, or hide it inside.
“Mistress Aria, bite her neck.”
Michelle moans loudly, and Caitlyn smiles triumphantly. What she wouldn’t give to slide the side of Michelle’s boy-shorts away and slip a finger in. What she wouldn’t give to touch any part of her body.
“Mistress Aria, pull her hair and slip a hand under her bra to play with her nipples. Caitlyn approaches the bed and watches as Mistress Aria follows her command.
Michelle’s moans continue to grow in volume and strength. As her pleasure continues to rise she can feel herself growing wet. She looks to Caitlyn, silently pleading her to touch her. She only smiles.
“You’re turn.” Mistress Aria demands. “Tell your girl what you’d like to see her do.”
Eyes glossed over in lust and voice trembling, Michelle stammers,”I want you to take off your clothes.”
Slowly Caitlyn pulls off her t-shirt and slips off her heels and blue jeans. When she’s standing in just her bra and lacy blue panties she looks to Michelle for approval.
“No, I want you naked.”
Caitlyn flinches and looks to Mistress Aria, who nods. “What ever your lover wants.” She repeats. Caitlyn’s arms reach around to unsnap her bra, and cautiously she wiggles out of her panties.
For a moment Mistress Aria and Michelle stare, appreciating the well defined hourglass curve, the soft honey-kissed skin, and the plump round breasts with rose colored tips. Michelle’s arm twitches as she attempts to reach for one of the erect buds. She fills with disappointment and ache as she remembers her bindings.
Mistress Aria watching the couple closely, smirks. She crosses to where Caitlyn stands and places her hands on her shoulders from behind. She glides her hands across her shoulders, down the sides of her bust, and over her deep curving hips.
“Since you appear to be tied up, I’m going to play with her.” The seductive smile that Mistress Aria flashes, washes away all the irritation that Michelle had pent up for her. Instead she becomes intrigued, wanting to watch what this woman does to please her girlfriend.
Caitlyn braces herself and lets Mistress Aria, position her as she see’s fit. She trails kisses from her neck and stops just above her cleavage. “You can touch me.” She whispers into one of her breasts before biting the thick flesh. Instantly and without thought, Caitlyn’s fingers weave their way into her hair. Aria teases, running her tongue along Caitlyn’s breast. In response she tugs on Mistress Aria’s hair urging her toward her peak.
Instead Mistress Aria stops. She firmly grasps Caitlyn’s Arm’s, mentally commanding her to stay where she is, and picks up the tape from the bed. Without a word, she moves behind Caitlyn and in one swift motion binds her wrists together with the tape. She circles Caitlyn, satisfied with the way she looks with her hands bound. After reveling in the nervous expression on Caitlyn’s face she continues licking and biting around the breast, digging her nails into her back and hips.
Caitlyn’s skin burns, and she squirms under Mistress Aria’s touch. Michelle watches, wishing that she was the one running her tongue across her body. Her muscles ache. Taking her time, Mistress Aria inches the tip of Caitlyn’s breast into her mouth. Caitlyn’s nerves seem to burst causing her to moan and her knees to grow weak.
Satisfied, Mistress Aria pulls away. She looks over her shoulder to Michelle who is practically struggling to relieve herself of the rope. “What should I do now?”
Michelle can barely speak, huffing out the words “bind her.”
She nods and pulls a long strand of tap around Caitlyn’s bust. She tapes just enough to bind her chest and cover her nipples. Next she wraps the tape around her hips. The sections of wrapping cover little more than her bra and panties would. Next she crosses to Michelle and unties the rope, while nibbling at her ear.
“It’s time to continue your way in this forsaken tomb. Many other pleasures await.” Mistress Aria walks to the other side of the room and picks up a goblet to drink from.
Michelle breathes and reaches down to pick up their clothes, but the guide appears before them and drapes them carefully over her arm. She smiles and beckons them on through a hallowed out sarcophagus.
“Oh good,” a voice calls out just as they are inside the next room, “the sacrifices are ready.”
The words appear just an echo as the couple take in the room they’ve entered. This room too has sconces placed around the room and is possible the only electrical light, the rest is being given off by candles. The room also appears to be foggy, which Michelle immediately attributes to incense. The smell of the incense is deep and powerful, yet pleasant, and paired with the fruit and spice scents from the candles the couple become happy and light headed. On the table where the drinks would normally be is a small cauldron with a green liquid inside and cups to its right. On one side of the room is a giant steel spiderweb, glistening in the soft light, and eerily hazy due to the smoke. In the center of the room, perhaps the most awing of all, is a table set up to be an altar. On top of the altar are strips of cloth, several daggers, a chalice, a jar filled with red liquid and one filled with black liquid. Each object is bathed in the glow of candles, there must be at least thirty candles lit and resting in different shaped and sized holders.
“The sacrifices are almost ready,” another voice calls, correcting the first. She approaches with another woman by her side. Suddenly three woman stand in front of the altar. Each wears a black robe that is open in the front, exposing their naked bodies.
Slowly the woman approach them, each one analyzing something. “Come, come in to the circle.” One of the woman says with a nod of her head. Michelle an Caitlyn take a cautious step forward.
“Who are we being sacrificed to?” Caitlyn asks. Michelle gives a discreet half smile.
The witch appears to be thrilled at Caitlyn’s question. “Why, to the Sex Gods, of course.” She smiles slyly and brings sharp ruby colored nails around the hood of her robe, yanking it back. A circlet with a five pointed star glistens in the candle light. “Initiates, restrain the sacrifices!” Her voice booms through the room and the two woman respond quickly, grabbing Caitlyn and Michelle by the arms and pressing them firmly to the cold steel spiderweb.
Michelle struggles slightly. The woman holding her down takes each wrist and pins it above her head and smirks.
“Good, Amethyst, don’t let her go.” The woman with the circlet appears holding rope, and one of the black fabric scraps. She secures Michelle’s wrists and ankles to the web, before tying the cloth around her eyes.
Upon seeing Michelle restrained, Caitlyn puts up a more vigorous fight. “Lira, let Amethyst help you with this one.” She arches an eyebrow and tucks a smile into the corner of her mouth. “I can see this one is going to be a problem.
It takes a moment, but Caitlyn is eventually bound and blindfolded in the same manner as Michelle. For what seems like forever they just stay there, confined to the small amount of space. For what seems like forever there is silence. Eventually as their anxiety rises all they hear is the beat of their hearts.
Suddenly a shuffling sound can be heard. The scraping of metal. The soft clank of glass being lifted. A gush of air races across their bodies. A deep, pounding, presence settles before them. The heat of body. Of breath.
Words to question Caitlyn’s surroundings catch in her throat, and she tries to swallow the remnants of a knot that’s nestled deep in her belly. Cold, wet fingertips glide across Michelle’s stomach, causing her to gasp and jump in her skin. Caitlyn calls out to her, but her lips tremble too much to reply.
It’s not long before Caitlyn too has fingers working in the same patterns across her body. The cold wet substance seems to leave intricate designs all over her–legs, arms, stomach, chest, face.
Once again they are left to their own imaginations. Despite the underwear and tape covering their bodies they feel naked. The drumming in their chests seem to work their way up to their ears, where it stays pounding in the pitch black room.
A small pin sized feeling of warmth, quickly giving way to a burning heat, vanish and appear at different spots on Michelle and Caitlyn’s body. Once the small flame has managed to ignite a response on almost every surface of their bodies the perpetual heat subsides. After only a quick moment of allowing the body to adjust to the cool of the room again, liquid fire trails down their shoulders and hips. Michelle and Caitlyn whimper, and smooth, but strong hands massage the sting away.
Light footsteps seem ominous as they approach the couple. “Drink,” the woman who wears the circlet says, “drink so that you may ascend from your mortal shells and live in a plane of pure ecstasy for all of eternity.” She tips the glass to Caitlyn’s lips and she purses them closed, turning her head.
“No!” She screams, and the woman uses that moment to slip the liquid inside. The sweet, yet tart, apple tasting liquid slides down her throat, trailing a warm tingling sensation behind.
“Drink.” The woman commands Michelle, the edge in her voice comes out like a bite. Michelle drinks the liquid, coughing at the unexpected sensation.
“Gods and Goddesses of the body, of our primal instincts, of sex. We come before you, your daughters of the night. Zora,” she speaks, and each initiate speaks after.
Zora continues, “We honor you, o sacred ones. We gift you this offering. These two lovely, sex charged women. May their spirits live on with you, and intertwine with each other in eternal pleasure.”
Once again the sound of metal pierces through the erratic pounding of the heart. “No don’t.” Caitlyn continues to scream.”
“Release us,” Michelle demands furiously.
Simultaneously a ritual dagger is placed on the outside of the right ankle. Slow and deliberately, and pressed firmly to the skin, the blade is dragged upwards, caressing the outline of the body.
Michelle and Caitlyn become as still as their bodies will allow. Their muscles clench, anticipating the blades penetration. Instead the flat side of the ritual dagger presses hard against their chest, over the heart. When the blade is removed the pressure is replaced by a kiss.
“Remove the blindfolds!” Zora calls.
Amethyst and Lira do as commanded and at the same time, grant Michelle and Caitlyn their vision. They examine their bodies, and the red and black symbols painted on them.
“We release these beings to you, now!” Zora extends her arms out to her sides and lifts her chest to the sky. Amethyst and Lira slowly raise the daggers, they stop their journey above their heads and the blades remain poised, ready to thrust into the couple’s hearts.
Amethysts muscles only twitch and Caitlyn’s knees give out. The rope is all that keeps her from hitting the ground.
“Wait!” Zora commands. Her initiates lower their blades. “The gods have spoken to me. These two are not to be sacrifices. They are to become initiates. They will serve the Gods, dedicating themselves to the pursuit of pleasure. Wash away the sigils and undo the bindings!”
The initiates remove their robes, exposing their naked bodies further. Their hips seem to sway as they present themselves before the couple and drop to their knees.
Heat rises in Caitlyn and Michelle, causing their cheeks to turn red. Amethyst runs her fingers along Michelle’s calves and thighs, and Lira rubs her hands over Caitlyn’s arms and hips. They take their time licking and sucking the markings off the couple’s bodies.
When their wrists and ankles are free Amethyst and Lira step back, watching as Caitlyn and Michelle stumble forward. Zora smiles at the two of them, taking each of their hands and leading them into the center of the circle before the altar.
“Go forth,” she speaks joyously, “experience every pleasure the world and your bodies have to offer, let every earth shattering orgasm link your bodies and your spirits,” she pauses and kisses each deeply. “Remember. You’re one of us now.” She gives them a knowing smile.
It doesn’t even phase Caitlyn and Michelle now as the guide leads them to the next room and tucks herself into the corner. Heavy footsteps command attention to the center. The woman before them is too impressive for words. Long jet black hair with platinum blond streaks is tied back into two pigtails. Her black platform boots with buckles put her at five-feet eleven inches, and her skin is painted light green. She wears a torn up band tee with a mesh long sleeve shirt underneath and just as ragged black jeans with fishnets.
“I thought they said there was no one left to experiment on.” She approaches the couple, circling them analytically. “I think you both are wonderful. Perfect bodies. But might I?” She trails off and hunches over a giant tool bench. She rummages through several drawers and fills two metal trays with various tools. From a hook on a standing coat rack she takes a lab coat and pulls it on.
She sets one tray near a large chair with clawed legs, and another by a padded examination table. Once her stations are set up she takes Michelle by the hand and leads her to the chair. She sits her down and smiles. Michelle smiles back uncertainly and and scans her eyes over the woman before her. Elegantly stitched into the coat is the name Eliza.
Caitlyn stands still, watching curiously as Eliza takes each of Michelle’s wrists and restrains them to the arms of the chair. “Tug please. Good.” She tightens the leather straps a little more and then moves a rolling stool to the side of the exam table. “Miss, please?” She pats the table, which now has a paper sheet for Caitlyn to sit on. “Wonderful.”
She lays Caitlyn back and secures her arms to the sides. “OK.” Eliza squirts hand sanitizer into her hands before pulling on a pair of latex gloves. “Don’t move.” She says as she grabs a pair of scissors and cuts away at the tape that binds Caitlyn’s chest. “What a wonderful day when the monster gets to play the scientist.” A dark smirk, that Caitlyn finds oddly erotic crosses Eliza’s face.
Caitlyn watches helplessly as Eliza lifts two plastic clamps from the tray and places them gently on her nipples. She gasps, slamming her eyes shut and biting her lower lip until the sting subsides.
She removes her latex gloves and throws them in a metal trashcan near the tool bench. Standing before Michelle she dons a new pair of gloves and opens up a tiny, thin cardboard box. From the box she pulls out a thin oval shaped disc and a remote. She sets both down on the tray and places a hand on Michelle’s inner thigh.
“Try not to move,” she holds Michelle’s thighs apart and slips the disc in a pouch of fabric in her boy-shorts. She removes the gloves throws them away and then pockets the remote.
Scanning over Caitlyn’s body and the tray before her, Eliza lifts up an object that is red and black, resembling a curling iron. She picks up and puts down several oddly shaped glass items. Finally she deems one worthy, a giant bulb shape with a thin body, and sticks the end into the red and black base.
Eliza reaches up over the table that Caitlyn is bound to and fiddles with a bar that hangs down. As she steadies it, Caitlyn notices there are outlets and Eliza picks up the cord of the strange item and plugs it in. She turns a knob on the side and a soft hum emanates from it as the glass item glows purple.
“Shall we get started?” Eliza laughs more than asks as she lowers the tip onto Caitlyn’s arm.
“Ouch!” Caitlyn tenses as the piece zaps her skin. Eliza retreats the object slowly, allowing Caitlyn to see the electric current connecting from the glass to her skin.
“You ok babe?” Michelle calls out to her.
“I’m fine, just startled.”
Eliza nods and lifts it up for them to get a better look. “This is called an electric wand. It has many different pieces. I wanted to test out an attachment that would allow you to see what exactly this thing can do. I think we should try something more concentrated now. But first.” She removes the remote from her pocket and flips a switch, then carefully she turns a dial and Michelle gasps. Eliza returns the remote to her pocket and turns off the electric wand. She trades out the first attachment for another thin one with a wheel like, spiked tip.
“This,” Eliza says proudly, “is a Wartenberg Wheel.” She switches the wand on and dials the level higher. The hum is just slightly louder than before and Caitlyn braces herself.
Eliza moves to the other side of the table so that she can watch Michelle, and so that Michelle can watch Caitlyn. Starting from one of Caitlyn’s bound wrists she drags the electric wand down to the side of her hip. Caitlyn’s muscles tighten and she hisses in at the stinging sensation left behind.
“Your nipples are starting to swell.” Eliza shuts off the wand and removes the spiked tip.
Caitlyn looks over at Michelle who bites her lip, struggling not to moan. Eliza notices this and turns up the disc, causing Michelle to toss her head back and sigh.
Eliza switches out the pinwheel for a long thing electrode with a curved and angled tip. She quickly removes the clamps and Caitlyn’s nipples darken and throb. Roughly Eliza brushes a finger over one. “Perfect.” She states before switching on the device. Again she drags the wand over Caitlyn’s body, now paying special attention to her nipples.
As Caitlyn’s body adjusts to the sensation, the tiny little shocks that were once painful now causing a great deal of pleasure, she moans; body writhing on the table.
Again Eliza shuts of the machine and turns up the deice that drives Michelle crazy. Eliza snips the rest of the tape off of Caitlyn and drapes a cloth between her legs. “Place your feet here.” Eliza commands as she raises stirrups from the table. Caitlyn follows the directions and Eliza pushes her knees apart gently. She turns on the machine again and runs the wand over Caitlyn’s lips.
Reflexively Caitlyn moves to close her legs but Eliza holds them apart, continuing to tease the sensitive skin. Caitlyn moans and bucks her hips. Michelle watches Caitlyn intently grinding her own hips against the disc nestled in her underwear. When the room is completely filled with the hum of the wand and the vibrator, and the moans of Caitlyn and Michelle, Eliza removes the wand and shuts it and the disc off, sending their building orgasm crashing down.
“I’ve got one more experiment to complete.” Eliza says, placing the equipment on the tray and moving back to the tool bench for something else.
She takes a pair of bikini style panties from one drawer and a rectangular metal plate with a cord attached from another.
She undoes the binding on Caitlyn and helps her to a sitting position. “Here, put these on.” She hands Caitlyn the panties.
Caitlyn stands and dresses her lower half. She and Eliza approach Michelle. Eliza takes the plate and tucks it into the side of Caitlyn’s panties. Quickly she attaches the cord to the base of the electric wand. “Take this,” she says handing the switched on device to Caitlyn as she releases Michelle. “Both of you come here. Now, go ahead. Touch her where ever you want.”
Cautiously Caitlyn’s hand reaches out to touch Michelle’s arm. A soft current passes directly from Caitlyn to Michelle. Michelle flinches at the sensation but allows Caitlyn to keep touching her. Caitlyn explores Michelle’s body in a new way as the current courses through them. They move closer together and Caitlyn’s tongue slips into Michelle’s mouth.
After several moments they stop kissing and Eliza comes forth and turns off the wand. “What a wonderful way to get that heart pumping and those nerves firing!” She rolls the trays back to the tool bench. Quickly the guide crosses the room and swings open another door.
The guide pauses before the door and flashes a brief smile. “Are you ready?” Michelle and Caitlyn look at each other and enter the room hand in hand.
If there was anything else in the room to inspire awe, it was completely washed out by the scene unfolding in the center of the room. Bent over a leather bench is a woman wearing only a leather collar. Behind her another woman, wearing only a spiked leather collar and and a leather harness with a strap on cock attached to it, thrusts into her repeatedly. A loud slapping noise echoes through the room as her hips hit the other woman’s ass. She moans loudly, rocking back on to the woman’s wild movements.
The women look over at the couple and grin. It snaps the two of them back into reality and they wander around the room. Their curious eyes fall on an array of strap-on dildos and harnesses. They run their fingers over various collars and articles of clothing made entirely of leather strips. There’s high heels, boots, reigns and bits, dog and cat ears and tails, faux furs, and various types of gags and muzzles. A giant X stands before a wall in the back of the room and next to that is a rack hung with whips, flogs, chains, and paddles.
Against the wall furthest from everything, with a prime view of the rest of the room, is a cage. Inside a young woman, at least nineteen, sits. She’s naked too except for a collar with a tag, a leather body harness, and a leather strap on harness with just a tail attached. The guide has just taken off her ball gag and set in a bowl of water.
Just as Caitlyn and Michelle finish touring the room the two women in the middle come to a loud conclusion, panting and screaming, and both glistening with sweat.
“Go to the plastic bin over there and pick up two tags.” The couple do as told. “Good, now put them on.”
Caitlyn and Michelle slip the dog tags over their heads and turn back to face the two women. The woman with the spiked collar stands before them. Her frame is much more delicate than Caitlyn’s, but she exudes a force like no other.
“On your knees pups!” She barks. At once Caitlyn and Michelle drop to the ground. So does the woman who was bent over the bench.
She stands before the couple, eyeing them, like so many others. She kneels before them and sucks and bites deep and hard into both of their necks. “I love that you both just take it.” A tag flashes on her collar as she stands back up. The name Erika glitters in the light. “When you don’t obey me, you get punished.” She nods to the cage. “Keri was such a bad girl. She doesn’t get to play today.” She wraps her fingers in the blonde hair of the woman she fucked earlier. “Nessa though, she’s such a good pup.” Erika retrieves a flog from the rack and motions for Nessa to stand before the X. She looks at Caitlyn and Michelle. “Puppy training begins now.” They follow Nessa to the X.
“This is where you come. Both for punishment and rewards.”
“How do you know the difference?” Caitlyn asks.
“Trust me, when I call you over here to be punished, you’ll know.” Erika hands Nessa the flog. “Let’s begin.” Erika takes Michelle by the hand and binds her to the X. “Nessa, I want you to give a gentle and steady rhythm to our little one here. I’ll take the runt to the bench.”
Caitlyn frowns, but follows Erika to the bench. She doesn’t fight it when Erika bends her over and smooths her hand over her ass. She picks up a paddle that was lain next to the bench and rubs it over Caitlyn’s thighs and ass. In anticipation of the blow Caitlyn’s muscles tense.
“I won’t do it until you relax.” Erika assures. Reluctantly Caitlyn unclenches her muscles and focuses on Michelle to keep from panicking. Soft red markings from the flog paint across Michelle’s back.
The first blow doesn’t hurt. Not even the second or third blow, but by the seventh Caitlyn’s ass is sore and on the eleventh she’s sure she won’t be able to sit for a week.
“Don’t be afraid,” Erika calls out, “open yourself up. Allow your inner desire to burst forth. Unleash the beast within. True transformation can only occur when we push our fears aside and allow our real selves to come out. We must let our primal, earthy nature rise above all that seeks to suppress us.”
The words bounce off the walls and reach a deep level to all who hear it. Caitlyn looks over her shoulder lustfully at Erika, who in turn smiles. “That’s right pup, go claim your mate.”
Caitlyn inches herself off the bench and makes her way to where Michelle is bound. She stops half of the way and removes a harness and a dildo from the wall. She puts them on and relieves Nessa of her job.
“Some speech?” Michelle asks over her shoulder. She smiles at Caitlyn as she turns to face her. Her eyes widen at the strap on cock hanging from her waist.
“I–” Michelle starts.
“No. I want you to suck it.”
“Caitlyn. You’re kidding me.”
“No.” She wraps her hand around the base. “On your knees babe.” Slowly Michelle sinks to the ground. She trembles as her hand closes around the space where Caitlyn’s once was.
“I want the length of it in your mouth.”
Michelle’s lips part and her tongue caresses the Vanilla latex wrapped silicone.
“Mm.” Caitlyn edges the strap on a little further into her mouth.
Erika smiles proudly and grabs Nessa by the hips bending her over the bench again.
“Stop.” Caitlyn commands. Michelle looks up and Caitlyn grins down seductively. “I’m going to fuck you. Hard.” Michelle shivers and feels herself grow wet. Caitlyn helps Michelle to her feet and slowly leans her forward, palms resting on the wall.
Sliding Michelle’s boy-shorts down to her ankles, Caitlyn kisses up her back, biting her neck when she’s made her way to the top.
“I don’t care who marks you, your mine.” Caitlyn breathes into Michelle’s ear, causing a gush of wetness to coat Caitlyn’s fingers.
Finally after a night of wanting, a night of being teased, of watching the other be brought to the point of orgasm by another, they were finally going to be allowed to please each other.
She takes her time, rubbing the cock over the outer lips of Michelle’s pussy. She slowly glides the tip over her clit, digging her nails into her hips. She waits, wanting Michelle to beg her to fuck her. She pictures the numerous moments where Michelle’s body, usually bright, strong, and steady, spasmed on the cusp of coming, her lungs fighting the urge to moan.
“Oh God I’m going to fuck you so hard.” Caitlyn slides along her opening.
“Please Cait. Please fuck me.” She whispers, her voice cracking with lust.
“What was that?”
“Fuck me Cait, I want you to fuck me.”
Caitlyn pushes in hard, feeling Michelle separate around her. Her thumbs rest on Michelle’s ass and her nails dig into the front of her hips. Her muscles tighten as she thrusts hard. Michelle licks her lips, combating the dry, hot air as she pants, trying to keep up the rocking motion against Caitlyn. Moan after moan builds in her chest.
Reaching forward, Caitlyn grabs one of Michelle’s breasts and squeezes the plump flesh in her palm, and the nipple between her fingers.
“Oh, God yes!” Michelle bites. Caitlyn thrusts harder.
“I’m going to make you scream!”
Michelle tosses her head back and scratches her nails down the wall. “Unh, Caitlyn. Yes. Harder. Fuck me harder.”
Michelle’s finger work their way over to her clit and she starts to touch herself while Caitlyn pounds her. When Caitlyn notices Michelle fingering herself she moves her fingers out of the way and takes over. “I am going to make you come. And you will come so hard you will need me to carry you home.”
“Oh. God, baby. Yes.”
Michelle’s orgasm mounts and it’s as if Caitlyn can feel her closing around the strap on. Caitlyn thrusts harder, she too, close to coming.
Loud, powerful, uninhibited moans and screams burst forth as Caitlyn and Michelle peak, coming harder than they ever have before. Sweat drenched and chests heaving they collapse on the floor.
Erika brings them each a bottle of water and Nessa helps remove Caitlyn’s harness. The guide steps forth with Caitlyn and Michelle’s clothes once they have rested up. “So, you made it through the five rooms in the dungeon maze. You did very well.”
The couple smiles, still breathless. They dress and rise to follow their guide once more. They exit into a long hallway that takes them back to the entrance. As they walk out Caitlyn muses that they might just do this again next year and Michelle suggests that they still end the night with a movie.
The woman who gave them the paperwork stands chatting with a co-worker. “Hey, don’t forget your trick or treat bag.” She hands one to Caitlyn and Michelle. Each bag has a couple pieces of candy, a terry cloth towel with the company logo on it, glow in the dark condoms, a few packets of lube, a pocket vibrator, and a blindfold. A little card reads: For the times when you can’t decide between tricks or treats.