House of Whore'ers [Game Play Book 4]
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by Max Heist
Category: Erotica/BDSM Erotica
Description: Dungeons and danger await the players on Halloween in a secluded haunted mansion. A night filled with ghouls and ghosts, the walking dead. What would you be if you could be anything you wanted for twenty-four hours? What would you do to your willing victims? Anything you wanted. It's as clear as the eerie writing on the cutting board spelled out with knives. HAVE FUN. Mac intended to. There were two sexy women who would find out just how much fun Mac planned on having.
eBook Publisher: Whiskey Creek Press, 2012
eBookwise Release Date: October 2012
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [65 KB]
Reading time: 38-53 min.
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The mansion was haunted, Mac just knew it. It looked like Eddie Munster's home. It was creepy cool and he couldn't wait to go inside. Mac sat gazing up at the three-story beauty out of the windshield of his truck. It was a full moon--of course. Eerie clouds danced across the black sky. There couldn't have been a more perfect place to spend Halloween. The mansion sat atop a high hill, the long driveway leading to it dirt and gravel.
When Mac slid the truck onto the unyielding turf that crunched under the wheels and up to their destination, he wondered what was in store for their game play. He looked over at his wife, Jenney, and grinned. She grinned back. She made a sexy witch. Red spiked high heels, black fishnet stockings up to her creamy thighs, ruby garter belt, a scarlet lace bra visible under her flimsy, transparent, unbuttoned black-silk bed jacket. Her skirt was so tiny it was almost nonexistent and molded to her perfect ass. He personally knew she wore no panties.
Jenney's lips were painted ruby-red to match her shoes. Earlier she had walked out of their bedroom dressed as a witch, blond hair swaying under a silly silk tall-pointed hat. Her costume was that of a paranormal whore on the take and wanting it dirty and rough. Mac had pressed against her, backing her up. He had made her retreat hastily until the backs of her knees hit the bed. He had a throbbing hard-on. He had fondled her bald pussy and kissed her mouth hard trying to topple her over. His cock had ached and pushed against his zipper while he ground against her. She had quickly outmaneuvered him and told him he would have to wait. But he had better do her rough and harder than hell later.
Fucking right I will.
The next entire twenty-four hours was all about a role play vacation. Mac had been looking forward to this for a month. Anything goes, hot-and-heavy, bondage, rough-and-merciless, sex toys, props. All four of the players wanted it taken to the extreme. The best part was they could be any character they wanted. Mac had brought another costume besides the vampire one he wore now. Jenney hadn't bothered, since she highly expected to spend the entire game nude and getting laid like there would be no tomorrow. Mac was all for that. He ran his tongue across his fangs and winked at her suggestively.
Jenney had shivered when she had seen him dressed as a vampire. His normally spiked black hair was slicked back; his fangs were blood-red at the tips like he had just made a meal of a virgin. He was dressed all in black--modern-day vampire jeans and t-shirt of course. Jenney had dubbed him "smokin' hot." Her hands had rubbed across his chest and she had told him she couldn't wait for him to ravish her breasts, her clit, her ass and... Mac gave himself a hard shake.
Fuck me, I'm horny again.
When the truck stopped, Mac grabbed their bag from the backseat. There wasn't much in it besides two toothbrushes and his costume and a change of clothes each. Jenney latched onto his elbow as they moved up the walkway. A battalion of massive coniferous trees swayed in the moaning wind. Bats were flying and dipping overhead. A wolf howled in the distance. Chains rattled and a low moan reached their ears. Jenney jumped and unconsciously her hand flew to her side--cop instinct--but she wasn't wearing a firearm. A ghostly apparition appeared from behind a tree and waved at them. It had to be a hologram or trick photography.
It was amazing, the ghost. The attention to detail was phenomenal and Mac thought Ian had outdone himself. The phantom was dressed in a dark suit--as though having been buried in his Sunday best. He had gray hair cut short and neat, a nice smile and just a touch of the eccentric to make him look realistic. He wore a pocket watch and held a stubby cigar between a thumb and forefinger that smoked. The smell of the cigar wafted to Mac's nose.
The apparition wiggled its fingers again in a welcoming gesture. Oddly enough, Mac couldn't help himself and waved back. The ghost tossed its head back and laughed creepily, then disappeared. Mac's eyes widened. He heard Jenney's large intake of breath, then they both chuckled. Jenney squeezed his arm tight and she looked as excited as he felt.
Mac jumped when a headstone popped up from the ground as they passed by, with the word run written across it. A sinister cackle followed. Then another sprang to life that said RIP. Another leaped up just as quickly with BRB etched on it.
"BRB?" Mac asked.
"Be right back, reincarnation stuff." Jenney giggled and they went ahead.
They stood at the front double doors with identical lionhead knockers. Mac's hand hesitated when the doorknockers roared, lifelike. Jenney squealed then burst into another giggle fit. Another hologram. Mac lifted a circular steel hoop and banged it hard while the lions huffed out shallow fast pants. The sound reverberated through the mansion and Mac felt it pulse through his knuckles. The double doors swung open with a loud creak. Someone was chintzy with the WD 40.
Ian, Jenney's cop partner, stood before them and Mac heard Jenney's appreciative murmur. Ian was dressed as a Viking warrior. Big ass son of a bitch looked even bigger than his normal six foot four. His chest was bare except for a strap that held a massive sword to his back. He had leather boots on that hugged his calves; it was the solid wood bottom to his moccasins that added two extra inches. His pants were a mix of leather and fur. He wore what appeared to be a wolfskin cape off one of his shoulders. His normally short blond hair sported a wig of long flowing black hair that hung all the way to his shoulders. He looked like Thor might have if Thor had black hair.
On the ground, curled up at one of Ian's legs, no doubt for dramatic effect was Ian's girlfriend Lizzy. A Viking sex slave. She wore a tiny piece of leather around her hips, her large high breasts were bare, her nipples erect as though they had recently been ravished--no doubt they had. She had thick, wide wrist locks attached to a chain hanging from a collar. Her black hair hung down her back and front and covered some of her tits.
"Welcome honored guests!" Ian boomed.
Mac and Jenney went in and the doors creaked closed behind them until they clanged shut with odd finality.
"Arise and prepare dinner, slave girl," Ian commanded Lizzy regally.
Lizzy glanced nervously around. Her solemn eyes danced to Ian. She looked scared shitless. Her bottom lip was in a full pout. Ian gave a loud annoyed sigh when she didn't move.
Mac chuckled thinking her costume could be Velcro and it wouldn't stick better to him. When Lizzy was scared she could cling like glue. Ian dragged her to her feet and still she hung on tight. His big ass hands wrapped completely around her upper arms and then some.
Shit, she looked tiny; her five-foot-four frame didn't reach Ian's shoulders. His two-forty weight made her one hundred and ten pounds look like doll proportions. Lizzy rested her head against Ian's chest. Though she wore wrist chains, her hands were free, clutching him, and Ian would be minus a few chest hairs once he pried her fingers loose. The chain connecting to her collar gave her, for the most part, unrestricted movement. It rattled when she shook.
"Don't make me tie you and beat you, little slave. I can always leave you bound and alone on my bed furs upstairs," Ian warned.
Lizzy went pale. They all knew Ian would take a belt to her ass. Lizzy didn't care, normally. It was obviously the last threat that worried her.
"Jenney, will you come with me?" Lizzy whispered.
"Sure," Jenney replied.
Jenney slid her hand from Mac's arm. She stretched up on her toes and kissed him on the cheek. She purred softly in his ear making him smile and her fingers traced their way down his shirt.
Fuck, she's hot as sin.
Both men watched as the two women moved away, Lizzy was barefoot. The rounded swell of her sweet ass was visible with the rise and fall of her hips. Her waist was tiny and Mac bet Ian could span it with his huge hands.
Hell, I could span her dynamite waist.
Jenney, the taller of the two at five foot nine in her three-inch heels was only ten pounds heavier. Mac looked at his wife's ass then Lizzy's. Whereas Jenney sauntered with confidence and an exaggerated swivel of her hips, acting the paranormal whore, Lizzy looked into every corner they passed with hesitance and trepidation. Yep, she was definitely scared of something and Mac knew it wasn't of himself or Ian or the game.
What the fuck?
Mac looked at Ian questioningly. "Problems?" he asked. Mac dumped their luggage at the bottom of a winding solid oak staircase then returned to stand near Ian.
Ian frowned. "I want complete privacy for the next twenty-four hours, it was guaranteed. I rented this place from a friend whose uncle owned it. The uncle was a quack--eccentric. Older than Moses. You know like the Flintstones' Uncle Giggles on Nightmare Hill? The uncle is dead, died a year ago today of lung cancer and Mark, the guy I got it from, inherited it and has no idea how to unload it."
Ian leaned in a little closer than he normally did, after all with Ian in heels Mac was now four inches shorter at six feet two. He outweighed Mac by forty pounds at least.
"Mac, this place is whacked."
The tone of Ian's voice made Mac's hair stand on end. Fucking awesome. Already he was having a stellar night. It took a lot to give him goose bumps; he hoped he'd get them tonight. His wish was granted within the next two seconds. Lizzy's shrill scream had both men racing to the kitchen. Ian got there first; for a big ass he moved like a cheetah. Lizzy was plastered to Jenney's side and was pointing, mouth agape. Jenney looked bored and unimpressed. End excerpt