Love In Bondage: Fetish Stories @ Sex Stories.mobi
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Jones woke with a start. He looked around, the bits and dribbles of his dream drifting away like a fog. There had been the clink of chains, Jenny...a vampire.
Jones shook his head, looking around as he blinked. He was in Jenny's apartment, Jenny laying next to him, her tail twitching under the blanket. Jones' felt his cock shift. She looked very attractive, not just sexy, but...attractive, the sunlight streaming through the window playing over her face, over her long, furry ears, over her pert nose wiggling slightly as she sniffed, still sleeping.
Jones sighed, laying back down and wondering what the hell he was going to do over the next few weeks. He had to get back to the Collage and start teaching again...but that was looking more and more stifling the more he thought about it. His mind wandered down some...serious relationship avenues. Marriage popped into his mind more then once.
Jenny's left eye opened and she stared at him.
“Hey” Jenny murmured, rolling onto her back, her ears poofing out slightly as she did so, “Have a good sleep?”
“Yeah” Jones rubbed his temples, a sudden splitting headache attacking, “Weird dream...I had a weird dream”
Jenny looked concerned, sitting up. The covers slid of her chest, showing her pert breasts. Jones moved onto her, grinning, “Nothing”
Jenny kissed him, pulling him onto her, her tail starting to twitch faster and faster. Jones felt her breasts, kneading them slowly, teasing her nipples to full erection.
Jenny lay back, spreading her legs. Jones wasted no time, grabbing his already hard cock and maneuvering it to the right position. Jenny tensed in anticipation and Jones thrust into her. Jenny was still hot from yesterdays...excitement. Jones had had his memory wiped by Vale...but Jenny knew that blood magic had erratic effects on humans. Some were resistant...some would remember.
As Jones pumped Jenny, gritting his teeth as his bails slapping against her tights. Her tail wiped around. Jones grabbed her hips, pulling out slightly and spinning her around to a doggy position. Jenny rested on the pillows of her bed, her breasts rubbing against them. She grabbed her right tit, moaning. Her tail beat against Jones chest, a light furry rhythm that just made him more excited.
Then-
A flash. Jenny strapped into this same position, chains strained against by her body, a woman in the shadows
Jones paused.
“Honey?” Jenny looked over her shoulder, throwing her hair back slightly.
“Nothing” Jones sighed, looking back at her smooth ass, trying to get back into the patten of fucking.
But it didn't work. He sighed, sliding out of Jenny slowly.
“Are you okay?” Jenny asked, rolling onto her back, feeling empty and disappointed. Jones sighed, rubbing his head. He was trying to break through some kind of a barrier, as if there was something in his mind...
“I have a headache” he said, somewhat lamely.
“Well” Jenny sighed, “Why don't you take some aspirin”
“Right” Jones stood, sliding off the bed and pulling his pants on. He walked out of the main room of the apartment and Jenny chewed her lower lip, wondering if...maybe he'd remember. Jenny wasn't sure if that was good...or bad. She pulled her legs up to her chest, her tail twitching nervously as she sat.
Jones walked into the bathroom, looking around for some aspirin. The floor was slippery of the shower Jenny and he had taken last night...or had they? He took a step. The floor suddenly slipped out from under him and he banged his head against the wall of the bathroom.
Jenny sat up, yanking her fingers out of her cunt. She had gotten board, okay. She stood and ran to the bathroom, worried that Jones had hurt himself.
Jones got to his feet, feeling his head. He suddenly remembered Jenny strapped into a cot, her neck chained, the chain straining as she tried to suck his cock. It was incredibly erotic, the image of her hot body barely held back by the chains, straining to get to him, to pleasure him.
Jenny walked into the room, her body as incredible looking in real life as in the memory. Jones stood, feeling his head and sighing, his cock slowly becoming flaccid as he focused on the pain of his head. He remembered following Jenny to a apartment. He could remember the apartment...and a vampire.
“Jenny” Jones said, thinking furiously, “What time is it?”
Jenny poked her head out the door and looked at her clock.
“Uh...twelve O'Clock” Jenny said, “Why?”
“Shit!” Jones said, standing, “I have an appointment”
“You do?” Jenny asked, looking surprised.
“I'm sorry” Jones said, “I forgot to tell you. But don't worry. I'll be back in a few hours...and then we can get back to business” he grabbed her breasts, kissing her.
“See you later” Jenny waved as Jones walked out. Jones shot one last look at her. She was wearing one of his shirts with nothing else, something Jones found incredibly sexy. There wasn't much that he didn't find sexy about her, actually. He walked down the stairs and out of the apartment building, hating to lie to Jenny. He'd make it up to her...free her form the sadistic bondage she seemed to be in.
Thinking about the bondizem made his cock stir in his pants, making Jones feel shamed. That was sick, that was disturbing...that was turning him on. He shook his head, trying to clear his head. Jones walked to a phone booth and started to read through the phone book, looking to the H's. His finger stopped, finding “Gillian Smithson, Hunter, Vampire”
Gillian was sitting in her office, playing with her pen as she did so. Newspapers lined the walls, tales of her exploits and adventures. She really should take those down, eventually, seeing as how none of them happened earlier then five years ago. Gillian was officially the 'youngest' Hunter (eighteen going on eighty three) in existence. But, as she liked telling the others, it was the Time Machines fault that half of what she had done happened haven't happened...yet.
“Hello” A man was in her office, looking around.
“Hello” Gillian stood, taking this sudden appearance in stride “Who are you?”
“Uh my name is Jones...and this is a bit embarrassing”
Gillian suddenly flashed forward. Her hands were stabbing into a female vampire's chest, blood flowing over her stake. Gillian focused and slipped back to what was happening now.
“What is it?” She asked.
Jones stared. The Hunter had...vanished for a moment.
“Oh...that” Gillian said, “It's the Time Machines fault, okay. Just ignore it”
There was a knock on the door.
“Come in” Gillian said, sitting up. Jones walked into her office, looking very embarrassed and a little lost.
“Hello” he said.
“Hello” Gillian sighed, resigned to having to live through this again, “Who are you?”
“Uh...my name is Jones...and...did I already say this?” Jones stopped, feeling a strong sense of Deja-Vu. “Hey, you noticed” Gillian smiled, “Thats a first”
“The Time Machine?” Jones was suddenly sitting in front of her desk, looking slightly less embarrassed, “What...wait...I'm confused”
“Its normal” Gillian said, “Because in 1920 I dabbled in Time Magic. Wanted to live forever. Not exactly the...smartest thing to do, right? Well I've been unstuck in time for eighty years now, pretty much permanently eighteen”
“So you'll do the job” Jones asked, suddenly standing and shaking Gillian's hand
“Sure” Gillian said, also standing., “We should go together. The vampire won't be awake for another twelve hours or so”
Gillian was sitting again, quite annoyed. Jones was no longer in her office. A few seconds later a knock sounded on her door. Then Jones opened it.
“God damn it” He said, “This is really getting annoying”
“It's normally not that bad” Gillian sighed, opening her desk drawer and pulling out a bottle, “Normally I can control it better. This'll help”
“Why don't you drink that all the time?” Jones asked. The space/time in the room seemed to settle. Everything snapped into its proper place and time. Jones realized how trying it was to know that Gillian had already accepted the job he was going to ask her...before he had even told her what the job was.
“Because I like seeing whats going to happen...or whats not going to happen. Half the things I 'skip' forward too...don't happen because of decisions I make. I got used to skipping, damn it, and then this time stabilizer came around...and well I'm more used to skipping forward than staying put” Gillian said, “Now...what is the job?”
“Well” Jones said, “It's...embarrassing. But my girlfriend seems to be in the thrall of a Vampire”
“Oh” Gillian said, “Is it voluntary...”
“Chains” Jones said, feeling more embarrassed every second, “Chains and giving blood. And magic, I think”
“What makes you think that” Gillian asked.
“Well I didn't remember what had happened until I wanged my head on the bathroom wall” Jones said, “Still just flashes...”
Gillian made a soft humming noise, mulling this over. Her clock clanged loudly. She looked at it. IT was twelve thirty, thirty minutes before it should be going off. Gillian punched her clock and it stopped clanging. She looked at Jones, wishing she had not taken her stabilizer. What she wouldn't give to skip forward and see if he was lying or not.
“I think I'll believe you for now” Gillian said, “Take me to the vampire's lair”
“This is it?” Gillian asked, looking around the dingy apartment. Most vampires wouldn't be caught alive in a place like this.
“This is it” Jones said, looking at the cot. Chains dangled from five places on it...one of them the large coller that Jenny had been attached too. A sudden image of her in this position appeared to him, her tail up and egar, her face smiling as she strained against the chains. His cock hardened and he looked away, ears burning.
“Hmmm” Gillian knelt next to the bed, sniffing it. It smelled like sex. Lots of sex, actually. She looked at the chains and felt them. A faint feeling in her chest made her slightly uneasy. She stood, ignoring Jones' discomfort, and walked to the coffin. She cracked it open. A dessicated carcass stared back at her, a woman, her long red hair looking grungy and dead. Gillian shut the coffin.
“Its a vampire in there,” Gillian said.
“What do vampires look like in their coffins?” Jones asked
“Ugly,” Gillian said, “Normally they have to put of the facade of life. In their coffins they can relax...look dead for about twelve hours”
“Right,” Jones said, wondering if his erection was visible in his pants.
“Indeed,” Gillian turned away, trying to find something else to look at. The feeling in her chest was getting stronger, her nipples rubbing against the inside of her shirt...as if they were erect. But that was silly...
She walked to another door in the back of the apartment, one that was almost hidden by the shadows in the place. She opened it. It was a closet with...Gillian reached in, not quite sure what to make of it. It was a statuette of a woman with huge breasts, quills running down her back and a tail flipping through the air. Gillian stared at it, the feeling she had solidifying into something nameable. Lust. Hot, dead serious lust. The kind of lust that made people rip their clothes off and just fuck the nearest person.
“I found it” She said, “This is definitely a fetish”
“Eh?” Jones asked.
“A magical item that imbues its nature...in others” Gillian turned around. Jones' erection was very obvious, tenting his pants, “This is...Lyndysisan or something, one of the minor daemons...she controls Lust I think”
“Oh” Jones said, his mind filled with images of Jenny chained and bound. Gillian floated their too, and the vampress, each waiting for him to pleasure them, chains straining.
“We should destroy it” Gillian said.
“I think not” Vale's voice was sweet as she stepped out of the coffin.
“Shit” Gillian dropped the fetish on the ground, reaching for her stakes and hammers.
“I think not” Vale reached out with blood magic, a faint blackness in the air wrapping around Gillian's neck. Jones was paralyzed, the spell Vale had put on him returning in full force.
Gillian gasped, landing on the bed. The coller, seemingly of its own accord, latched around her neck. She gagged, feeling it tighten...just enough to make her have a hard time breathing, but not enough to actually kill her. Her hammer clattered to the ground, dropped as she clawed at the coller.
Vale walked to her, laughing melodiously. “Such a young girl” She murmured, her voice a burning fire in Gillian's ear, “Far too young to be here. But I think you still deserve...a reward for getting this far”
She spread Gillian's legs and nuzzled the damp spot in her pants with her nose, then her lips, tasting the wet jeans that Gillian wore.
Gillian gasped, “No!” She moaned, trying to put a quaver she didn't feel into her voice. She had to play the part...long enough.
Vale crawled onto Gillian, her fingers under Gillian's shirt. Each fingertip was freezing cold, spreading goose bumps over Gillian's skin. Vale tore and Gillian's shirt was in tatters, her young, pert breasts exposed. Jones stared, unable to move.
“Jones” Gillian looked at him, no longer in control. Vale's tongue was lapping at her cheek, her freezing hands squeezing her breasts. Gillian had never felt this way. Damn...this vampire had to be a master of sensory Blood Magic...
Jones blinked, some of Vale's control slipping away from him. Vale slipped her fingers into Gillian's crotch, causing the human woman to writhe with sensation, her neck straining against the coller, her back arching. Vale kept pushing, to Jones amazement, until her knuckles were in.
“You're so loose” Vale whispered, “Amazing for someone this young...unless you've been fucking longer then you should...”
Vale moved back to Gillian's body, rubbing her breasts against Gillian's. Gillian moaned as her nipples rubbed against Vale's shirt. Vale kissed Gillian's neck, “This will all be over soon”
Jones felt the control Vale had over him slipping. He realized what it was! Vale's powers were being stretched to their limit, controlling him, Jenny and Gillian! The more she controlled Gillian, the less she-
He took a step forward, then was frozen as Vale looked at him, smiling.
“Nice guess” She said, reading his mind, “But I was just having so much...fun” She twisted the hand that was inside Gillian, who screamed with pleasure, her back arching. The stake that she had dropped on her chest fell into her hand, but she couldn't focus.
Vale slipped her hand out of Gillian's pussy, making a slurping noise as she kissed Gillian's neck again. Then she opened her mouth, fangs ready. Jones was frozen, unable to-
Gillian's long years of training and experience (Which haven't happened yet, mind you) had taught her that a vampire is the most vulnerable when they were ready to bite. Her hand suddenly grasped on the stake that had lay forgotten on the bed, her pleasure overcome mind unable to notice it until this moment.
Vale bit down the instant Gillian stabbed her through the heart with the stake. Jones jumped, suddenly free of Vale's control, eyes wide as he stared at the stake that burst from Vale's back, blood streaming with it. Vale fell backwards, thumping onto the floor. She shriveled up and then blew into ash.
Gillian lay back in the bed, adrenalin pumping through her system. Now to get this collar off...
Jones stared at Gillian.
“Jones” Gillian said, “unlock this collar, please”
Jones was rock hard, staring at Gillian. Her sopping wet pants. Her tits, inflamed nipples, laid bare by her tattered shirt. He walked to her, somewhat in a daze.
Gillian sat up, straining against the collar. She knew the look in Jones eyes. But...the fetish!
Jones grabbed her left hand as she reached for the fetish. He forced it to the bed, then clamped the chain down on it.
“No, don't!” Gillian reached for the fetish with her right hand, but then Jones grabbed that, inhumanly strong, and yanked it back to the cot. He clamped a chain to that.
“Jones, listen” Gillian said, “Its the fetish! It's making you do this”
She wished she hadn't taken that damn stabilizer. She should have skipped back and destroyed the fetish, then killed Vale...less trouble that way...
Jones grabbed her right ankle, but she kicked him with her left. He staggered back, anger baring his teeth. He was like an animal, completely overcome by the magic of the fetish. Gillian was also feeling its effects. She was not...completely horrified by this course of events. Part of her, a part that was growing every second, wanted Jones to control her, to be a...man...
“Jones” Gillian said through tight teeth, barely able to control her body. Her hips wanted to move upwards, to meet Jones cock. She wanted to strain on the coller, to suck and fuck until she was dead. The fetish was no longer controlled by Vale, its magic acting uncontrollably. This could be dangerous. “Jones” Gillian stared again as Jones latched her left leg down, slipping his pants down. His cock was long and hard, and the sight of it almost set Gillian off.
She kept her control down, “Jones...I know its hard. But remember Jenny. Your girlfriend. She's still around. You can never truly free her until you break that fetish. Is this you? Are you some kind of animal who just fucks whatever he gets his hands on?”
Jones paused, a faint glimmer of his real self showing in his eyes.
“Break the idol. Break it, and we can be finished here”
Jones shook his head and moved onto the bed, Gillian's legs spread nicely, her pussy streaming wet. She was horny, she wanted it...but Gillian knew that it was magic. It was wrong.
“You know the truth” Gillian hissed, “This isn't a real lust!”
Jones looked at the fetish, one of his legs slipping off the bed. His foot hovered over it, not quite going down.
“Remember Jenny!” Gillian hissed.
Jones shouted in pain, and dropped his foot down. The fetish broke into a thousand pieces, a wailing spirit shooting out of it. Jones stood, his cock flaccid. He looked at Gillian and saw...a woman. A young, pretty woman. But he was in love with Jenny. Jones smiled. He knew...if he had taken Gillian he would never be able to look at himself in the mirror ever again. He undid the coller.
Gillian took the check and Jones walked out of the office. It was not as much as she normally took...but she supposed Jones deserved a break. She knew how hard it was for the untrained to resist magic that strong. She walked to Vales apartment, where the Police's Occult Squad was cleaning the place up. Being the Hunter who had been on the sight, Gillian had a duty to watch over the clean up.
She walked in. The police were sweeping up Vale's ashes and the bits of fetish. To Gillian's surprise they had already taken care of the cot. She was sure it had a bit of magic left in it, something they should look at.
“Where's the cot?” she asked.
“What cot?” One of the police officers asked.
Gillian smiled, faintly. She supposed...Jones did seem to be a bondage kind of man. Quiet, shy, very polite...definitely into bondage.
“Never mind” Gillian said, “I don't think it matters anyway.
“I can't believe you talked me into this” Jenny said, feeling the coller.
“You love it” Jones said, feeling her tits, feeling the rock hard nipples.
“I know” Jenny said, her ears poofing out slightly, her tail twitching, “Its just...you took a big risk, going after Vale”
“Well...I love you” Jones said, “It seemed like the thing to do”
Jenny was sitting on the cot, her legs curled under her, the coller a little tight on her neck. The other chains weren't latched...yet. She sat up, then fell back as the chain yanked back on her.
She sat up, coughing, “What did you say?”
“It seemed like the thing to do” Jones said.
“Before that” Jenny said, smiling.
“I love you?” Jones asked.
“I love you too” Jenny smiled, moving to the doggy position. Jones locked her there, strapping the chains to her legs and arms. She sighed, arching her back as Jones started to eat her out, kneeling behind the cot, his tongue stabbing into her pussy. Jenny fell forward, putting her right tit in range of her right arm. She started to massage herself, loving every second of it. She had never been this horny before, not even when Vale had been working her magic on her.
Jones moved to the front of the bed. Jenny strained, trying to suck his cock, but it was just slightly out of reach. Jenny whimpered, straining. She needed his cock!
Jones moved forward, taking pity on him. The delay made him taste all the sweeter. Jenny licked him, wanting to rub him with her hands...but they were chained. She licked under his cock, tracing a line from the base to his tip, feeling him shiver under her. She took the tip into her mouth, unable to take anymore because of the chain. Jones slowly pushed forward, sighing as her lips rubbed over his shaft.
Her lips bumped into the skin around his cock, his balls slapping slightly into her chin.
“Jenny” Jones hissed, “Do you want to marry me?”
Jenny nodded with the cock still in her mouth. Jones pulled back, gasping as Jenny's teeth bumped into his tip. It hurt slightly...but Jones almost ran around to the back of the cot. He slammed into Jenny's pussy, hard, and started to pump her as fast as he could. Jenny arched her back, moaning loudly.
“Cum inside me” Jenny moaned, “I want to have your babies! I want every drop of your seed in me! Oh yes!”
Jones groaned as his balls contracted and he came, spewing inside of Jenny. The chains rattled as she Jenny fell forward, her arms and legs shaking with emotion and sensation. Jones knelt and fell forward, his face slapping against Jenny's ass. Jones felt her tail play through his hair.
“So were you serious?” Jenny asked, looking over her shoulder, the coller clinking slightly.
“About?” Jones asked.
“The Marriage?” Jenny asked. “Of course” Jones said.
“Good” Jenny sighed as he unlatched the coller. She stood and kissed Jones, her tail twitching. Jones felt her back, pulling her closer. They kissed for quite a time, but they never stopped loving.
Outside their apartment, a bum slept in an alleyway. He woke, with a start, when he felt a wind blow him in the face. A vague form appeared.
“I neeeeed youuuur boooody!” A voice hissed, barely audible in the air. A female form was visible for a second, a gorgeous woman that hovered in front of the bum. Then the form shot into the bums mouth and he died, slumping over. A second later his eyes opened and he stood, feeling himself over.
“This'll do...till I get my revenge on you...Doctor Jones!”
*** To be Continued....?
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