Chapter 3
** "Yes, my dear child, seek the truth. I await your discoveries. Come to me,
give me my freedom. Bring me more, the bloodlust grows, and soon I shall have
my freedom, and you shall share it with me, yesssss!" **
Lynda started back towards the kitchen, but her curiosity got the best
of her. What could have gotten Josie all worked up like that. She turned and
headed up the stairs. Lynda looked into her daughter's room and saw the Book on
the bed, and, unlike herself, curiosity brought her snooping, something she has
never done before. For some reason, the urge to look was overwhelming. She sat
on the bed and picked up the book, and felt a shock, almost dropping it. She
read some passages about the Witch Hunt. Flipping through she read other parts
of history, coming upon some descriptions of punishments during the Witch Hunt.
As she read, she felt herself getting horny, to her shock. She put the book
back down, and left the room.
She headed for her room, and sat on her bed, trying to remember what she
had come up here for. Unconsciencely her hand wandered down to her leg, and
worked up her thigh until her skirt was pulled up to her waist, rubbing her
pussy. Soon she was lying on her back, hands inside her panties, working up a
good pace, rubbing her clit, and driving a finger in and out of her hole, images
of being tied and fucked flashed through her mind
**She was lying on her back, naked, her Strawberry-blonde hair flailing
as she shook her head in passion and fervor. Her hands danced magic over and in
her pussy, bring moans of pleasure to her lips. Suddenly, she felt her arms
yanked back, and was dragged flat on the bed, spread-eagle. Her sheet covered
her over, and began to encase itself to her and the bed, forming what seemed
like a vacuum seal. Every curve, crease, and fold of her body was clearly seen,
only in the sheet. Her nipples were still hard, her flat stomach rising and
falling as she tried to catch her breath, and her pussy felt like it was
smothered in an extremely tight pair of panties. No part of her could move, not
even her fingers or toes,her mouth was even stuck shut, there was only enough
room for her chest to breath, barely. Nor could she see. She did, however,
hear something. It sounded like, like.....a pair of scissors opening and
closing. She tried to scream, but her mouth wouldn't open, so only a loud hum
escape her. Suddenly she felt a hand on her foot. She struggled to escape, but
she could move nothing. She tried screaming for help, but nothing.
The hand slid up her slim leg, just caressing her, and gently poked her
pussy, bringing a slight murmur from the captive. The hand continued up her
stomach until it found her erect left nipple, and began to slowly circle it,
bringing a moan again.It then picked her nipple pulling up, before the sheet
came free from her skin. A scrwiit sound, and a hole was cut in the sheet
around her nipple. Another was done to her other nipple. The caressing hand
worked back down to her pussy, and again, the scissors began to cut, cutting a
neat hole around her groin, just enough to free her outer lips.
She felt cool air now on her nipples and pussy, and she was afraid. She
jerked as she felt a moist tongue on her right nipple. Even in her fear, she
was growing excited, which she had gotten from her own self-love. Then the
other nipple, just as she finished moaning, a hard angry pain shot through her
right nipple, she loudly protested, but another pain to her left nipple was the
answer. She cried in pain and horror.
Then she felt the tongue on her pussy, fingers spreading her lips,
allowing the tongue to slip into her hole. She moaned in pain and pleasure.
The tongue wiggled and teased her clit, bringing moans of pleasure to her
throat. The pain in her nipples nearly forgotten, a dim throbbing. Suddenly,
the tongue was gone and another sharp, excruciating pain ripped through her as
something was, this time, placed on her clit. She struggled in agony and
despair. The tongue and fingers played and licked her pussy hole, slowly, ever
so slowly, burying the pain.
For several minutes she received licks and caresses around and in her
pussy. Then that too stopped. The pain began to work its way back to the
forefront of her senses, when suddenly her legs were free, only her legs, but
only a moment. Before she could react, hands grabbed her left leg in a
steel-like grip and lifted and spread it, immediately cuffing it in a leather
shackle on her ankle, which was tied to the headboard. Her right leg was done
the same, almost as quick. She tried to free herself with kicks, but she barely
affected the powerful hands. She felt something touch her pussy. A cock, she
thought, a hard cock. A hard wonderful cock. Even in pain, and trapped, she
was still horny. It teased the opening of her pussy, just barely entering her,
until her lips and his(?) cock were moist from her juices. It paused a moment,
just touching her, then rammed deep inside her, the balls slamming into her ass.
She screamed in pain, pleasure and shock.
The cock began to piston slowly in and out of her, bringing moans from
her. It pumped her full of cock, she felt so good, the pain all but gone, as
she locked into the wonderful pleasure her pussy received. She soon climbed
close to an orgasm, tightening her muscles around that beautiful cock. Then it
pulled out, in a rush. She tried to scream her displeasure.
She felt it again, but this time on her asshole. Lynda was so horny for
cock, she almost forgot to protest the invasion, before it began driving into
her ass. Her thin layer of cum just enough to let it slide in. Without warning
or kindness, the cock rammed deep into her ass, bringing a howl of pain, and
surprising pleasure to the moaning woman. It pumped in and out of her ass,
slowly at first, then gaining momentum, until it was driving as hard as it was
in her pussy. She was gone. Her pleasure senses screamed at her, she could
feel the waves mounting, as she scream her closed mouth screams of pleasure.
Then, like before, just before her orgasm, it pulled out. She groaned and moved
her groin towards the missing cock, hoping to find it.
Fingers pulled on her nipples, practically driving her insane. Then the
mouth bit her clit and pulled there too. She screamed in agony and pleasure,
all the points of pain were adding to her waves of pleasure. They were pulled
and twisted, teased and yanked.
The mouth was off her clit, and the cock drove hard into her pussy a
moment later, her screams masking the wet slapping between her legs. She raised
her ass as far as she could, the biggest, hardest most incredible orgasm ripping
through her. Orgasm after orgasm struck her hard with each stroke of the cock,
and yank of her nipples. Finally, after she went numb, her body went limp in
the restraints. The pain was gone.
The shackles were gone.
The sheet was gone.
It was the most intense, most explosive orgasms she had ever had. She
could still feel the effects, she wanted more, much more. **
**"Oh, yes. More. Give me more. The sins of the flesh scream to me.
The lust of the mind hound me in my prison. Bring me my freedom, give me more,
more, mooooore!!!!"**
She came home shaking in fear. Barbara was dead. The police were all
over the school looking for the killer-rapist. Josie was also scared. Somehow
she was responsible, because of the damn book. But how, how?
"Sweety? Is something wrong?" Lynda asked with worry in her voice.
"Yes, something is...I...uhm," Josie faltered.
"Josie? What?" she begged her daughter.
"I got back from the school," she started slowly. "Barbara, she...she's
dead."
"WHAT?! But...how..."
"She was raped, beaten, and murdered, at the school," Josie choked out.
Lynda looked at her with a stunned look then pulled her daughter close
in a hug.
"I'm so sorry sweetie,"
"I can't believe it, I was just with her at school today and then..."
Josie broke down.
"I know, I know, its so confusing, so hard. I'm here sweetie, I'm
here." Lynda whispered.
She hugged her daughter tight, and cried with her. She only wished she
could do more...
After Josie calmed down, she thanked her mother, and said she was tired.
She wanted to lie down. Lynda agreed with her, saying rest would help. Josie
rushed upstairs, picked up the book and breathed deep. She slammed it shut, and
told herself that it has to go back to the library tomorrow. She threw it
carelessly onto the floor in the corner, and stripped for bed.
Lynda was shaking with disbelief. Not only did she have a most
incredible dream, but her daughter's friend was dead. She felt between her
legs, and wondered what the hell happened.
**"Ah, the bloodlust begins anew. Soon, my precious child, you shall be
mine. We shall be glorious together. The lust you feel is young, fresh, but
soon, oh yes, very soon, it will grow. It will grow beyond you, and feed me,
bringing me my freedom. Soon, yes, soon I shall have my freedom, and then I
shall have you for my own. I feel the power now, but I need more, and you shall
bring it to me. More, and more again, until I am bathing in it. The lust in
you is powerful, and the bloodlust is stronger in me...Yesssss! I shall soon be
free, and you will be mine!!"**
The book glowing a light red, slowly fades back to its normal
appearance. A slight crackling sound pierces the silence of Josie's room, but
unheard by her, as she has fallen into a deep sleep.
