by Michael Jade
Short Fiction/ Paranormal-Horror Erotica/ Multipartner exhibition/FF/Bondage
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An erotic paranormal bondage story...
Jogging off the beaten path, Stacy discovers a mysterious
old barn with an even more mysterious secret inside—shackles and crossbeams
that offer evidence of past sexual deviances. When she brings the past to life,
she ignites a supernatural sex ritual that she won’t ever forget.
Contains scenes of
ritual masturbation, female on female, erotic whipping, cum splash, and dubcon!
Excerpt:
The large, wooden structure in the center of the barn caught her attention, looking quite out of place in the already out-of-place building. Beams of filtered sunlight, rife with dust specks, hit it like a spotlight as if deliberately showcasing the focal point of the room. As she stepped closer, she saw what it was—a large, wooden X erected in what seemed the exact center of the barn floor. It was propped up and held in place by thick support beams.
“How bizarre,” she whispered.
What really widened her eyes, however, was not the X itself, but the dark, iron shackles attached to the ends of its beams. She felt her breath catch in her throat while her mind raced with theories of how—and why—such a thing existed in a barn. Now quite well adjusted to the poor lighting, her eyes flicked around at the many other chains and ropes hanging from the high rafters and ceiling support beams. The look was far more horror film than rustic country barn, and saliva dried in her dusty mouth.
Run, she thought. Get out. Her legs, however, stayed frozen. Why would she want to leave? It was just all so…intriguing.
Stacy stepped closer to the X and ran her hand along the surface of the beam. Splinters should have stabbed at her skin, but the wood was surprisingly smooth, just as she somehow knew it would be. Smooth and welcoming. Fascinated, she trailed her fingers up toward one of the heavy iron shackles. She was toying with the unyielding cool metal—a stark contrast to the surprising warmth inside the barn—when she heard a tiny scraping sound off to the side.
