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Naughty Nights and Kinky Tales Story #10
A spooky story of Laressa by MenchiMenagerie
It began on a night like any other, dark and stormy, with a chill in the air that cut to the bone stood the heroes of our story. A group of four adventurers, eager for treasure and reward, had been hired by the mayor of a local town to investigate an old, forgotten manor deep in the haunted woods that the town bordered. Several women had gone missing over the past two weeks, and the only clues pointed to the manor.
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“And no, the manor was not some secret sex club.” Laressa raising an eyebrow at the smirk that flitted across Prim’s lips.
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The group of adventurers seemed well equipped to handle any ordinary situation, yet this would prove to be far from ordinary.
The leader of the group, Ashila, the stunning blonde lady with toned abs, dressed in figure hugging leather armour had convinced most of the others to take part, eager to take a share of the spoils.
The brunette, Brindi, the stubborn warrior, wearing surprisingly sturdy armour made from the bones of some fel beast had only agreed to come because she kept staring at the booty of the blonde woman and very clearly wanted to impress her.
The purple haired lass, Phalia, sporting short hair and wearing fine silken robes, clearly the magician of the group, had lost her last coin to a very poorly played game of chance.
The redhead, Seralsa, she seemed gentle and kind, yet with a firm tongue and able to keep people in check when tempers got high. She was also the only one who knew the way to the manor out of all of them.
It was just such a trek to get there, through the haunted woods and down past the mountainous crags, further through the caves of despair and down the creek of yonder bleak, the redhead promised them it was the fastest way to get there even if it meant arriving at night. None of them were afraid, or at least none of them wanted to show it. Ashila and Brindi however kept eyeing each other up every step of the way, so teasing them about it was a fine distraction for the group as they made their way to the manor. Now that it was pitch black dark save for their lanterns the spirits of the group had sunk to the bottom of their stomachs.
“Don’t worry.” Said Seralsa. “I doubt it is anything too disturbing than any other ruined manor.” As she walked up the pathway to the entrance. The manor stood tall, made of stone and wood and rising out of the ground like some ugly edifice. Brindi squeezed the rump of the blonde with a chuckle, who blushed lightly and wriggled her rump into the touch. The purple lass sighed, shaking her head and started to follow. The redhead stepped up to the door, before turning to the group.
“See? Nothing but a scary door. Wooooo scary dooo-oooooahhhh!” she let out a yell as the floor opened up underneath her, falling down into it with a shriek before it slammed shut once more. Shocked and panicked, the three ran up to the place and kicked at it, trying to open it but it was no use – it was solid stone, not shifting or even cracking under magic or force.
“What the hell?!” came the brunette. “That was our guide! We need to find her.” As she turned to the door, and firmly kicked it in.
“Yeah, can hardly leave her to such a fate, who knows what stole her away!” The blonde woman following right behind.
“Go on ahead, I’ll try to unseal the floor, just don’t go too far in – we don’t want to separate.” The mage tapped at the stone once, twice, thrice, trying to send her mana into the stone.
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“Uh, Laressa? You promised us this would be hot.” Only for the redhead to just straight up look at the complainer.
“Have some patience, haven’t you ever heard of ‘setting the scene’?” Laressa sighed, before flipping her hair back dramatically. “Where was I….”
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Brindi was checking room after room, unable to find a thing, before the blonde woman caught up to her as she opened what looked like a library. It was just so strange though, everything save for a few webs here and there was spotless, spick and span like someone did live here.
“Just what sort of place is this? No one said anyone lived in this place…” as Ashila ran a finger over the side, candles with a delicate scent wafting with a light breeze. She looked around the room to see what there was, but all she could find was books, and more books, and some cute little wooden carvings… and a very less cute one of a spider carved from redwood.
“Maybe someone moved in, maybe Seralsa accidently found a secret passage and just needed to find her own way out…” before Ashila could answer, she felt hands slide down her hips, sending a shiver down her spine.
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“Hell yeah, we’re finally getting to the good stu-mmphh!” the person interrupted by a wad of silk stuffed between their lips, before Laressa composed herself to continue.
“Man, she’s scary when she wants to be.” Whispered Aly, a reply came of many nods.
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“You know she could be in danger…” murmured Ashlia, only for those strong hands to cup her breasts, Brindi’s breath on the back of her neck.
“..Or she could be as tough as she looks and is perfectly fine, and besides….” Brindi undone several of the straps securing her armour, it fell to the floor with a heavy clatter. “We both wanted this.” She uttered with a low purr, to which Ashlia responded by turning around and meeting her full on the lips.
“Hell yes.” Moaning into those full lips, Ash nipped at the lower lip, suckling on it while Brindi shamelessly groped and squeezed over the leather armour, searching for the buckles to undo. She was completely interrupted as Ash pushed her backward into one of the bookcases, making such a loud clang as she did.
What was not expected was the sudden clang as something was tripped, the bookcase creaked open and sent books flying all over the place and forcing Ashlia to step back. Brindi looked to her with wide eyes as something while burst from the opening – streaks of silver shot out of the hole and coiled itself around Brindi, pinning her arms to her sides as it spun around and secured her, and just as quickly sharply yanked Brindi into the open hole. Ashlia got to her feet as quick as she could, diving at the hole and starting hammering at it. She was met with cold stone, refusing to budge.
“Brindi?! Brindiiiii!” as she kept pushing, trying to open whatever seam there may have been, yet it was as if the stone had never shifted in the first place. All she was left with was silence.
Oh God… She thought. This place is straight up haunted! And to make it even worse, she felt hot, horny and so badly wanting to finish what she started with Brindi! She kicked at the wall once more, only to hear the sound of something shifting and breaking from further down the hall. She took off with a sprint, she was not going to abandon her future fling!
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Brindi whined desperately into the rubber ball forced between her lips, struggling and straining from the podium she felt herself mounted on. Unable to even see with silk covering her eyes, her entire body was hugged by tight silk squeezing her lucious figure, and not even her well honed strength was allowing any give for her. She struggled and squirmed, but she was firmly mounted to whatever podium she was on, only to gasp into the gag as a hand took a firm grip of her breast.
“I am going to have such a lovely collection when this night is over.” came a sultry, commanding voice, that let out a mirthful chuckle. Brindi could only moan and whine into her gag, as ruby red lips met the gag and kissed firmly. Brindi shivered in a mix of fear and arousal, utterly helpless in the grip of Mistress of the Manor.
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“Okay, it’s been too long, I’m going in.” Phalia stepped through the doorway carefully, her hands raised up to conjure up a guidance spell. She had waited, and waited, and no one came back. What if something happened to them? She was hardly going to let them get into trouble without her! It was purely altruistic of course, it wasn’t because she wanted to make a sandwich with them or anything like that, to feel their warm skin against her… okay, she was getting distracted. She shook her head, trying to follow the path.
She had gone down several hallways, and was convinced the place was flooded with magic, causing such warping, confusing hallways that continued onwards for so long. The spell kept leading her further and further in, the sounds of creaking wood, and the howls of wind… that sounded almost like moaning. That sent a trill of fear down Phalia’s spine. The further she walked, the more she swore she heard those moans, just what was this place? Haunted by horny ghosts… Nah, I’m just imagining it. Shaking her head once more, she rounded the corner and came to a dead end.
Or at least, it should have been a dead end. There was a single door there, and it was where the moans seemed to be coming from. She carefully approached, magic at the ready in case anything came for her. She pushed through the door and found herself in what looked like a study hall. She used her magic to try and sense if there was any form of magical energy within, but came up blank. Taking a few steps in though, it seemed like a perfectly ordinary study.
Shrugging her shoulders, she went over to the desk, looking over it to try and find some sort of clue to what was going on. She couldn’t see anything, even the faint glow of her magic was not much of a light for seeing what was around, and one of the others had the matches. She sighed, taking a seat on the lowly chair. It seemed sturdy, but really basic for the opulence of the manor. She sank into the chair, resting her arms on the armrests.
“Just where the hell are they all?” letting out a low exhale, only to catch the sound of a click. That same moment the chair gave a jolt, and manacles burst from the armrests and snapped over Phalia’s wrists. She gasped sharply, struggling on the chair to pull her wrists free.
“Okay, its just some old mechanism, Its not some pervert ghost making things happen… ahh!” a shiver ran down her spine as she felt hands delicately glide up her legs, her ankles gripped and pushed back into the chair – another sharp click locking them in place. Every touch was ice cold to the touch, enticing a whimper from the magician.
“Nu uh, nope, I’m not the pawn of a poltergeist!” as she took a deep breath, ready to summon up her magical power, only to find a wad of soft silk forced between her lips. Going wide eyed, all she caught the sight of was silver hands moving just out of sight, and then cloth pulled over her lips and tied behind her head. The soft chuckles of two voices, delicate and sweet filled her ears. She tried to struggle, to summon a lesser spell that didn’t require words. She couldn’t even see what was touching her with how she was sat, but she felt those same hands pushing up the hem of her dress, exposing the satin leggings Phalia wore. She let out a sharp whine as lips met her crotch, kissing along her inner thigh and making it impossible to focus.
She tried to tug on the metal cuffs but they were not budging, her body getting warmer and more worked up from the teasing touch of the ghostly duo. She tried to turn her head to face the second ghost, but the second she did another sheet of silk was pulled over her eyes, tied tightly behind her head. It seemed satisfied, as its same hands moved down to the lovely magicians bust, cradling it through the soft fabric. It wasn’t even torn, just carefully tugged down as delicate fingers teased and fondled those full breasts, her stiffening nipples caught between thumb and forefinger and teased, toyed and tweaked as those lips teased over her crotch. Her panties were already getting wet from how these ghosts were making her feel, shivering in fear and lust as it ran through her.
“Not yet.” a voice whispered in her ear, before a tongue swirled over Phalia’s ear. “Not yet.” it whispered once more as a tongue slipped between her folds, lapping over her wetness and finishing with swirling around her throbbing clit. The teasing torment continued, sending shivers down her spine. They kept up their teasing torment, only to slow down and rob the poor magician of her peak. Whimpering, shaking, no longer thinking of how she was trapped by these ghosts, she just wanted to come already!
“Give in, give in to us.” the voice whispered once more. “This is how you belong, so do not deny yourself.” Phalia let out a desperate whimper, her body twisting on the chair as all thoughts of escape were robbed by that desperate need. Her squeals and moans filled the halls, the same halls she had walked down. That tongue pushed inside of her deeply, as those fingers squeezed those full breasts, the lips at her ear circled teasingly, and teeth caught the rim of the lobe.
“Come.”
And she did, surrendering to the bliss, surrendering herself to the haunted mansion.
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“Okay.. okay.. Don’t panic, don’t panic…” Ashlia breathed deeply as she stalked through the halls, already she had gotten lost again, how do you even get lost in a mansion like this?! “…this is nothing compared to the other missions you’ve gone on, just keep your cool….” with her sword in hand she started kicking in each door she found, ready to be jumped by the slightest shadow. However she knew she wasn’t getting anywhere.
“Come on out, stop hiding and show yourself!!” It felt like it had been hours, it was getting hard to think, her head was fuzzy… wasn’t that the same scent from the library? She felt warm, warmer than she should have. What was even going on? She took step after step, but it started feeling harder for her to keep a steady gait. It had to be a drug, it just had to be.. What kind of ghosts are these?
Rounding a corner, she saw a set of wooden stairs leading to the next floor. What caught her attention more was the very low sounds of moans coming from there. Did she finally find her companions? Those moans, they didn’t sound like spirits, yet they certainly sounded spirited. She lifted her legs, giving herself a mental shake – they needed her and as far as she was concerned she was the only one left who could save them! Thundering up the stairs, the sounds of moans grew more intense – then further up she went as it was clear the noises came from the attic. She could feel her body was heavy, she had to do this now before it was too late!
With a flying kick she kicked down the attic door, diving forward with her sword drawn. What she saw only proceeded to baffle her.
Sitting in the middle of the room was a single person, obscured by the darkness, and a shawl of silver silk that glistened in the moonlight coming from the skylight, Ashlia could see the smirk on the woman’s lips. Flanking her seat however was two feminine figures, completely ensnared in a very skin tight layer of silver. It showed off every inch of them, struggling and wriggling, their moans filling the room. It was the two other feminine figures clad in the same silver, yet they were completely free, molesting and pleasuring the two victims. Ashlia just looked on with wide eyes, her face getting flushed bright red.
“Brindi! Phalia! What have you done to them?!” She yelled, only to be greeted with a laugh. “Let them go right now!”
“Let them go?” came a voice, sultry and commanding, yet.. Familiar? “Why, I am only giving them something special they will remember for the rest of their lives.” A wicked laugh broached the distance between them. Ashlia raised her sword arm, ready to strike.. Yet she couldn’t move, she couldn’t pull her arm free. She went to step and pull away, but she couldn’t move at all. It felt like she was being held down by many small weights pulling at her. She groaned out in desperation and fear, struggling for her life yet nothing would budge.
She looked up for a split second, and she was greeted by the cowled figure – her hourglass figure lined by the moonlight. A whimper came from Ashlia, helpless as a hand came up and cradled her cheek.
“You’re Mine now.” the voice whispered simply, as the two unbound silver figures now flanked Ashlia. They slowly tugged and stripped the blonde woman of her gear and armour, those hands would caress and stroke the warm skin – and Ash could not resist. Her body felt hot and heavy, the candles of the mansion were all laced with some form of aphrodisiac, solely for the Mistress of the Manor to make the most of her new toys.
Two sets of lips kissed, licked and suckled the neck of the blonde haired victim, helpless to endure those hands fondling her full breasts, sliding down to cradle and squeeze that delicious rump. Her mind was getting foggy, and her body was burning, screaming with need for more. A shiver ran down her spine, so distracted that she didn’t even realise that she was now free of what held her. All she could do was moan in heat as a palm pressed up against her mound, fingers teasing along the delicate folds before curling. Without even thinking she clenched on those fingers, shuddering as she looked to the cowled woman, the only thing she could see was those piercing blue eyes, eyes that peered into her soul.
The figure did not say a word, all she did was smile as Ashlia’s body surrendered to the pleasure, her squeals filling the room and escaping out the window, yet no one was there to hear it, no one who was going to come to rescue them.
Ashlia’s eyes went wide as the cowl came down, and from it came a cascade of crimson red hair flowing down those shoulders. Ash gasped sharply, her body unable to deny the assault of all three figures, a desperate whimper came from her lips as she saw just what stood before her.
“You…!” was all she could get out, before another moan came unbidden from her lips, the woman’s hand cupping the chin of her prize.
“Hush now, little one. Just accept, and surrender.”
And she did. And now in her throne, the woman sat with her three new prizes, writhing and moaning in their helpless silver binds, bound and sealed together for her own amusement.
For Seralsa’s amusement.
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