Ominous Warnings

Lauren stood next to Barbara as they inspected the spot on the floor where the seemingly invisible seat was at. Lauren had once again tried to sit on it, and had once again sprawled down onto the floor as if nothing was there. "So you don't feel anything if you don't sit down?" Lauren asked as she waved her hand over the spot.

"Nope. Nothing." Barbara confirmed.

Lauren looked around the room, once again noticing the other spots her friend had seemingly marked with her unpacked clothes. "And what about all of those?" She asked, pointing to them.

"Those? I haven't got to really try them out, but it's something...well... It's hard to explain." Barbara blushed slightly.

"Well...show me! This is crazy!" Lauren had no idea what was happening, but her curiosity was getting the better of her.

"Alright, but I'm not totally sure what will happen..." Barbara bit her lip at she eyed a semicircle of t-shirts on the floor in front of the adjacent wall.

"Lauren? Come here I need to talk to you for a moment." Kelly's head leaned in through the door.

"Kelly! You have to see this!" Lauren looked at her friend excitedly.

"You can show me in a minute. Just come here." With that, Kelly's head disappeared back through the door.

Barbara and Lauren looked at each other. "You'd better go. It sounds important." Barbara shrugged.

"Alright, just... Don't do anything crazy until I get back!" Lauren walked quickly to the door to see Kelly waving for her to follow at the end of the hall.

Lauren caught up with her on the way down the stairs back to the foyer. "I was going to help you finish unpacking. It's just something weird is happening with Barbara's room and..."

"We can check on it later. Lauren, I think something happened to the realtor." Kelly sounded very concerned.

"What do you mean 'something happened to the realtor'?" Lauren did not like the worry in her friend's voice.

"Just... Just come see." Kelly walked on ahead and Lauren tried to catch up.

Lauren followed Kelly down to the lobby and out the front door, walking past the sister's parked cars. Kelly lead Lauren a couple dozen meters further away to a cluster of bushes and shrubs pressed up beneath a tall glass window to a room Lauren had not explored yet.

"I only saw this because I was looking for a place to park the cars out of the way. I still almost didn't see it." Kelly stopped next to the shrubs.

"See what?"" Lauren asked, looking around at the seemingly empty drive.

"That." Kelly pointed down at the ground between them.

Lauren looked and did not se anything at first. Then it dawned on her that they were standing on what looked like skid marks of some kind that had been partially washed away. They looked like a car had suddenly just slid sideways into the shrubs to her right. Lauren followed the marks and peered into the bushes.

"Woah. What the fuck?" Lauren stepped closer to peer past the brambles.

Beneath the dense foliage sat a small red convertible, completely overtaken by vines and branches. The strange thing was, the car did not look old and rusted. The paint was still clean enough that Lauren could almost see her reflection. So how the hell had all these plants grown through it so fast? The more Lauren looked at the scene, the more and more it looked like the plants themselves had reached out and dragged the car into their embrace before nearly completely covering it.

Lauren took a step back and looked to Kelly. "That's...that's really fucking creepy. Is this the realtor's car?"

"Yep." Kelly nodded. "I saw her driving it the other day when she was giving us the papers to this place."

"Do you think she's still in the mansion somewhere?"

"I'm not sure." Kelly shrugged and looked back to the encased car. "But something weird is going on here."

A knock from the window above them made the two girls both jump back in surprise before they noticed it was just two more of their sorority sisters, Kiki and Jessica, smiling and waving down at them.

"Fuck..." Lauren whispered as she composed herself. The two girls in the window laughed before walking out of sight. Lauren looked over to Kelly and saw that she shared her concern. "They're starting to explore the place. Should we tell them about this? Maybe we should all stay put until we figure out what's going on."

Kelly seemed to consider this before shaking her head. "This is definitely weird, but I don't want to freak anybody out yet. There's got to be a reasonable explanation for this." Kelly looked at the covered convertible before puling out the realtor's notes from earlier. "It looks like she hadn't checked out the garden yet. Maybe that's where she's at? Before we go sounding any sort of alarm, let's at least go see if we can find any sign of her there."

Lauren hesitated, thinking about the strange things she had seen in Barbara's room. "Maybe...No, you're right. Let's go see if we can find anything first before we accidentally freak everybody else out."

Megan muttered a curse under her breath as the corset turned her down a new hallway. People who did not know her sometimes assumed that her rural nature was a sign of low intelligence, but the red headed college student was quite intelligent as a matter of fact. Even so, she had no idea what was happening right now. Nothing she had experienced before gave her any indication of what could make this lingerie she was wearing seemingly move on its own, let alone be somewhat sentient. And that was completely discounting how she had gotten into these catacombs in the first place.

Passing another door, she grunted as her living apparel suddenly pulled taught and made her stop. Turning with the tugging sensation, she walked back to the door. The wooden frame did not seem any different than the others she had passed along the way, but as she now stood by it she realized she could hear muffled moans coming from inside. "Maybe I shouldn't go in there." She muttered, turning to leave, but was immediately turned back to the door by her corset.

"Fine!" she grumbled, grabbing the metal handle.

Opening the door, she stopped in her tracks as what looked like a dark haired woman in in a blouse and pleated dress was straddling something invisible. Megan only got a look at her backside before the woman was suddenly sucked up into the air, disappearing into a dark square opening in the ceiling.

"What the fuck..." She muttered as she surveyed the room, trying to look up into the hole in the ceiling as her heart began to race. "Who was that?" She asked down at her corset but got no reply.

The woman had been moaning about something before she flew up into that hole, but Megan could not make out what she was saying. Megan tried to ignore the fact that she was floating before being pulled away by the invisible ****. Three stone poles stood in a triangle beneath the opening, atop each sat glass spheres containing different colored, glowing mist. She stepped forward when she felt her panties gently, but firmly prod her asshole. She reached behind her to try and tug the fabric out from where it had wedged between her cheeks, but it merely resist her attempts and slithered up even further. She wasn't sure who that woman had been, or where that hole in the ceiling led, but she gave the center of the room a wide berth as she made her way across to where she realized her living garments were leading her.

Against the far wall, a large leather bound book sat atop a wooden pedestal. As she approached, she felt the corset and panties begin to hum, and the book flipped open. The pages were lined by a row of names, listed in the middle of the page from top to bottom. At the top of each page, scrawled in elegant script, read the title, Honorary Receiver. Megan noticed an ornate fountain pen sitting perched on a small wooden holder above the book.

Something within her felt compelled to sign her name on the pages, but she hesitated. "This isn't like, selling my soul or anything. Right?" She asked the room.

She breathed in sharply as the crotch of her living panties began to slowly stroke her slit. She pressed her hand against her pussy, but the movement didn't stop. "That's- oh god- that's not a no!" she gasped.

The movement ceased, and she felt a pinch on her ass. "Fuck me." she grumbled, before squirming at the feeling of fingers tickling up between her pussy and asshole. "Not literally!" She gasped.

Megan tried to move away from the book, but found her clothes suddenly pulling her firmly back to the pedestal. It looked like she may not have a choice in the matter.

"Fine!" she conceded, grabbing the pen.

Putting the ink to paper, she quickly scrawled out her signature, before dropping the pen back in its spot.

"Happy!?" She inquired to the empty room.

"Very." a feminine voice answered from behind her, and she yelped in surprise.

Twirling around, she found herself still alone in the room. "Who's...who's there?" she tried to sound sure of herself, but she could hear the quiver of fear in her voice.

"Down here, girl." she felt her tits squeezed, and she looked down in shock.

"What... are you these clothes!?" She exclaimed, tugging at the corset.

"Partly. And stop youre squirming, or I'll give you a reason to." The voice spoke sternly, and she gasped as a finger slowly pushed against her back door.

"Okay, okay, just... what do you want." Megan conceded, holding her hands out in front of her.

"More than you know. But first, I need to tell you some very important things, so listen closely." Her corset stated.

As Megan listened, she quickly realized that she and all of the other girls in the house were in way over there heads.