She Goes to the House

Lyra decided that she didn't want to stay in the bathroom. There was a whole house to explore. The idea of being naked moving through the house sent a shiver up her spine. a mix of dread and anticipation which coiled in her gut. She swallowed, her throat suddenly felt very dry. But if she was really in this situation, would she be given a choice? Not a chance, they would drag her out, and even laugh at her shame and embarrassment!

She felt her face heating up, moving to her feet. Her arms were still bound behind her back. The metal clamps made her wince as they dug into her nipples. Tears filled the corners of her eyes when she used the tendrils to yank at them, pulling herself forwards. The burst of pain made her legs feel weak. She shivered, hot wetness growing between her legs. Her heart was beating fast, she knew that she was going further than she had intended to, but she couldn't stop. The lock on the bathroom door clicked open with a loud sound, and Lyra stumbled out into the rest of the house.

Her house wasn't a small thing at all. To be frank, it was actually not a house at all but a mansion. The sort of mansion which had its own compound and gardens and probably ceremonial trout pond - though she'd never found the damn thing. Her father was rich, her mother was well respected. The two of them commanded a lot of influence and money flowed naturally from that. They even had staff who came over now and then, though none were present today thankfully.

A long tendril stretched between her legs, rubbing the lips of her pussy as she walked. The feeling was divine, and it was hard not to grind against it. The bite of the nipple clamps was painful, but in a way that she found strangely enjoyable. Flanked by her own imagined captors, she was led through the halls of the house. The cold air kissed her skin, made her shiver with each step she took. She was naked. Absolutely naked. Anyone could come by and see her now! No one was supposed to be here, but something could have happened. Maybe a schedule was messed up, maybe her parents returned early. If that happened, there was no way she'd manage to escape back to the bathroom and pretend nothing had happened.

She gulped. Then, one of the tendrils slapped her on the ass again, her body jerked at the sudden flash of pain. She imagined one of her captors had gotten tired of her idling, and they were driving her forwards. She stumbled, weaving tendrils around her ankles as well so that she couldn't move freely. She focused, trying to make them into chains. it took an embarrassingly long amount of time for them to take that shape, but eventually they did. Solid chains of living darkness bound her ankles, clanking as she moved.

She moved towards the kitchen, her naked feet slapping against the cold tiled floor. The kitchen was large - the whole house was large - but as the door moved aside and she stepped into it, she saw exactly what she was going to do next. A table had been set, chairs pulled under it. Lyra stepped towards it, imagining that someone was dragging her there. Behind her, the bag followed, carried by more slender tendrils. For a moment, she allowed the fantasy to fade. The fridge was next to the cooker, and she rummaged through it for a moment. The blast of cold air against her body as she opened it made her bite her lower lips. When she had found what she wanted, she carefully set it down on the ground next to the bag. Then, she moved to the wooden chair. it felt rough against her bottom when she settled down in it. Her hands lay upon the armrests, her spine pressed against the back. She let the shadow which bound her fade so she could take her place there. Once it had, it took her a moment or two to gather the focus to summon it up again. The probing tendrils rose from her shadow, using the chair as a support, they coiled upwards. She felt them curl about her legs and arms, then grow tight. Lyra was bound to the chair now. She pulled with her arms and then her lets, but couldn't move.

It was time for the main event.

Her shadow hands reached for the plastic bag, emerging with a white plastic magic wand. She'd been saving up for it for weeks now. Lyra felt a tremble rock through her body at the sight of it. She'd not used it yet. She'd wanted the first time to be special. With her legs spread as wide as the chair would allow, she took the magic wand and pressed it against her womanhood. The plastic head rubbed against her recently shaven pussy, filling her with aching desire. Her hands and legs were locked in position. She imagined that the guards were standing all around her now. Trading bets to see how long she'd last. She would be shaking, scared. Knowing that there was no way she'd avoid what was about to happen. They'd offer her one last way out. Confess now and they'd spare her the humiliation. Maybe she did. Maybe she broke down in tears and told them everything, begging them to humiliate her no more. Maybe she grit her teeth and told them to fuck off. Either way, it made no difference. They'd come this far, and they were going to watch her cum.

Lyra shifted, her body heating up. Maybe they had cameras? Yeah, they definitely had camera strained on her, watching her from different angles. They said that they were taking it for evidence, and she didn't know what was worse. If they were telling the truth and all of this was going to be shown at her trial or if they were lying and just wanted to put it online later.

Either way, she had ****. Her whole body grew stiff as she extended a wavering phantom limb, focusing hard on it as it reached down and turned on the wand. Instantly, it started to vibrate. The feeling transmitted to her pussy by the contact took her breath away. A moan tore its way free of her throat nearly as soon as it started, waves of sensation bombarded her womanhood, flowing through her labia and pussy.

Heat washed through her, her pussy tightened. She could feel the seat of the chair growing wetter as her arousal spiked. Lyra threw back her head, her eyes were wide. The feeling was incredible, much more intense than when she simply touched herself or masturbated with her own fingers. She felt hot, desire pulsed through her as waves of pleasure battered her mind. Her hands flexed, her breathing grew faster and faster. She started to moan then, the pleasure mounting. Her body flaring with want. The pleasure spiked suddenly, making her cry out with wantonness. The climax tore through her body, her hips rocked, grinding against nothing and she came.

For a moment after that, Lyra just sat there panting. The vibrator turned off with the flick of a tendril. For a little while, she just sat and collected her thoughts.

Holy shit.

Holy shit that had felt much better than she had ever expected.

She looked down at herself, saw how soaking she was. The shadow powers still bound her body, but it would be the work of a literal thought to dismiss them and let them fade.

But...

Well, it seemed to her that in this fantasy, it was unlikely that they could stop after making her cum only once. This sort of thing was supposed to wear down your endurance, wasn't it? They wouldn't stop after just one, even if she begged them. They would just laugh at her and tell her to suck it up.

She reached down with a tendril, adjusting the magic wand, pressing it more firmly between her legs. The contact made her whimper. She was both looking forward to feeling it again and dreading the strength of what it would make her feel. At the same time, she reached down for the thing she'd taken from the fridge. A trey of ice cubes. Delicately, her phantom tendrils picked two of them out, holding them above her body. They dripped. Tiny little splashes of cold water rained over her body.

The magic wand turned on again and her world rocked. She reared back, the chair holding her in place. At the same time, she imagined that her captors had tired of just the vibrator. So they had taken the ice cubes and started to rub them against her body. The ice felt cold against her skin, made her jump and writhe. It moved downwards slowly, trailing across aching skin. Lower and lower it went, so she could anticipate. So she could dread. At the same time, the magic wand continued to fill her body with powerful waves of desire and pleasure. She gasped and moaned, glad that there was no one in the house to hear her.

Her whole body jumped when she finally did it. Pressing one of the ice cubes against her throbbing clit. The touch was quick, but even so the waves of cold punished her bud and made her back shiver with racing sparks. Her mouth half opened, and she cried out. The sound was strangled, she could feel a sort of confusion between her legs. The pleasure of the magic wand fought against the cold **** of the ice cube. She blinked back tears, and pressed it down again. Her body bucked, her arms pulled tightly against her bounds. Her hips thrust forward. It was humiliating to be so openly turned out, everyone could see how aroused she was now. She was cumming, cumming and this time they weren't going to stop! They laughed at her and pressed the magic wand even more firmly between her legs, the second ice cube was rubbed against her chest, teasing her breasts and working around the metal clamps. The cold made her gasp. The magic wand buzzed, sending her womanhood into a frenzy of aching desire and pleasure. Her breath caught in her throat, she moaned like she had never moaned before.

Lyre came again, this time the feeling was stronger and more intense. It swept through her and took her breath away. She gasped, her voice raising higher and higher as the feeling spiked. Then, finally, when it faded she let the fantasy go with it. The shadow bonds became little more than memory, and she slumped forward in the chair.

"Holy fuck," She said. "That was amazing."