Lady of the Mansion

Weekend Getaway

Greg Berry could not see the road at all. The winter storm was worse than forecasters predicted, and he cursed at them to himself. He did his best to stay on the rural road, which was quickly disappearing to the edge with a blanket of snow. It did not help that it was dark out, a stark contrast with white snow and the darkest of night.

"Greg, my phone isn't working," his newlywed wife announced.

"Yeah, the GPS went out a few minutes ago."

Greg was embarrassed that he was lost without the GPS from his phone, which fed into his SUV. He wished he had a vehicle that could navigate this weather, but he did his best with the Subaru's all-wheel drive. He did not want to alarm his wife that the signal was lost over half an hour.

The trip should have taken just five hours from Harrisburg to the resort they were trying to get to at the Finger Lakes in New York. The couple left their apartment around noon, hoping to check in before dinner at the resort. The forecast was predicting a few flurries during their trip, and Greg had no concern with the weather, damn that weatherman. He looked at the clock on his dashboard; it was now 15 minutes past seven.

Nora kept busy playing on her cell phone during the trip. That helped her to a certain degree to not worry about the journey and the weather. She feared they were lost after her phone stopped working due to no cell signal.

"Are you sure we are not lost? I have not seen any sign for Geneva or any signs at all!"

"I think we are on the right path," grinning as he lied to his wife.

Greg and Nora visited the resort over a year ago during their honeymoon. That was during the summer. Nora had the idea to visit again, as she enjoyed the seclusion of a resort when they last visited. She convinced Greg to go during winter, thinking it would be nice. Now, she regrets that decision.

It did not take much to convince him to revisit the resort with his beautiful wife. He loved having intimate getaways with his petite brown-haired, blue-eyed beauty. She was in great shape for her age and had survived college. He met her at a friend's house one evening at a party. Even though they attended different colleges, they stayed in touch and fell in love.

Both moved in together when they finished school and conventionally, they worked only a few blocks from each other in downtown Harrisburg. Greg was a young lawyer at a small law firm, and Nora was a nurse at the local hospital.

Nora knew her husband was impatient and could not keep his hands off her early on the trip before the weather worsened. Greg rubbed her inner thigh and sometimes brushed his hand along her crotch. Nora liked it but also wanted to avoid an accident, so she told him to keep his eyes on the road. Her husband had to have full attention and both hands on the wheel as the snow and wind were relentless, and the road slowly disappeared and turned white.

Greg just could not tell what road he was on. All these rural roads look the same. After he left the interstate, he knew there were many turns he needed to take to get to the resort. However, the GPS died right after the first turn, and now he was completely lost. He wished he had a backup plan like a paper map. This area was notorious for no cell signals due to the vast rural land and the many hills and mountains surrounding it.

"What was that?" Nora asked after hearing a dull thud from the outside.

"I'm not sure. I think I may have hit something on the road," Greg answered, "if I'm still on the road."

The SUV then lost power and eventually died, but not before Greg could pull to the side of the road.

"Great. Just great," Greg said out loud. He thought to himself, what else could go wrong?

The husband got his phone out and confirmed that he does not have a single bar showing on it--no signal at all. Nora confirmed that hers was out as well. Snow continues to fall from the sky, and the illumination from the moon gives the snow-covered ground a blue sheen.

"Shit, the truck just died," Greg told his wife, who already knew that.

"What is that up ahead?" Nora pointed out.

Greg looked and focused on Nora's question. It took a few seconds to focus on what appeared to be iron fencing along a driveway.

"Looks like fencing and a driveway."

Greg started to put on his gloves and stocking cap.

"Where you going?"

"Get help, hopefully. If that is a driveway, there should be a house. And in that house, people. God willing, they have a phone we could use."

"I'm going with you!"

Nora put on her gloves, put up her parka-fur-lined hood, and exited the car at the same time Greg did.

The driveway was a few yards from the SUV. Greg noticed no signs of tracks at all from the accumulated snow-covered roads. Not a good sign for anyone home. The couple got to the driveway and proceeded to follow it. It snaked to a sharp right and then a left, surrounded by thick trees that had lost their foliage to the winter season. The snow was almost a foot deep on the paved drive. The couple followed for minutes as the long and winding driveway eventually spilled out to the open.

The Mansion

The sprawling mansion was minimally illuminated. Greg could not believe how large the dwelling appeared in the dark night with the snow still falling. The mansion is elevated, and a wide stone stairway tapers to the large wooden doors at the center of the house. Greg determined the mansion had three floors and was of an older Tudor design. The facade was of some older stonework, with a highly pitched roof and two large chimneys that spit smoke fighting against the snowfall.

To the left of the sprawling mansion is a large garage that is almost as large as the dwelling. Greg was quickly distracted by the barking of dogs from the right, which looked like a large kennel. The dogs continued to bark as the couple moved towards the staircase. Nora grabbed Greg's arm as the barking frightened her.

Greg got to the large double doors and could not find a doorbell. He quickly looked around, and there was nothing modern to be found at all; no doorbell, cameras, or exterior lighting visible. Just large iron door knocker on both doors

"Let's go somewhere else. I don't like the look of this place," Nora asked her husband.

"Nora, there is nowhere else to go," he replied, using the iron doorknocker to make a thunderous thud.

The door opened, and Greg could feel the warm air from the inside hit him right away. Nora was shocked to see a tall black man wearing tight, shiny black pants and a tank top of the same color and material. His bulging muscles showed that he was a serious bodybuilder. Nora had never seen a man this built.

"Yes?" The black man asked in a deep, husky voice.

Greg quickly told him their predicament and would like to use their phone to call in a tow truck.

The hulk of a man was ready to answer, but a voice behind him replied.

"We have no phone here at the mansion."

A woman appears behind the man. She had long black hair that fell with bangs down to her eyebrows. Her face was pale, and she was wearing very dark red lipstick with smoky eye color with her eyes heavily outlined in black eyeliner.

Nora thought her outfit was just as shocking as the black man's. She was wearing a shiny black catsuit that covered her neck, and the only flesh visible was her hands, which had long, pointy nails colored black. Her outfit was complimented by a similar material corset with all the shiny silver buckles, straps, and loops. The mystery woman had black thigh-high boots with heels. Nora had never seen such an erotic outfit in her life.

Greg was enamored by this woman's appearance. He had never seen such dark beauty before. It was hard for him to tell, but it appeared her eyes were black, which could be due to the low lighting of the mansion.

"Poor dears, come out of the cold; you must be shivering from this dreadful weather," the woman told the couple.

Greg and Nora quickly entered the building and started to thaw out. The mansion was very warm and comfortable, and strangely, candles were the only light in the foyer.

The black-clad woman then moved in front of the couple. Her high heels echoed in the large foyer.

"We were about to have dinner. Why don't you two join us?"

"We would like to, too, but our car broke down."

The woman quickly interrupted Nora, "I insist. Besides, where are you going to go out there? There is not another house for a mile. I suggest you stay and be my guest this evening. In the morning, we can help you get the assistance needed to get your vehicle operational again."

"We do not want to intrude on you."

"Nonsense. I don't get many guests, and I would love the company. Please join us in the dining room. We are about to eat."

Greg looked at his watch. It was close to eight o'clock, and he thought it was odd to have dinner this late in the evening.

The woman led the couple to the dining room, and the towering black man followed.

"Thanks for the hospitality; I'm Greg, and this is my wife, Nora. You are?"

The woman stopped in her tracks, turned around, looked at the couple, and smiled.

"What are names? Just something to call you by for the rest of your life?"

The woman smirked while Greg and Nora thought the same thing, oh shit, this lady is crazy.

"You can call me Mistress if you wish or Lady."

She continued and eventually led them to the large dining room, where a roaring fire in the enormous fireplace and distinct crackling filled the room. A large table was already set for only two, with a man sitting at one. He had short brown hair and had glasses on; he looked to have a small frame of man. A maid came out with a hotplate from the other entrance, which Nora thought led to the kitchen. She was also scantily clad, wearing the typical French maid outfit with fishnet stockings and high heels. Her hair was bleached blonde and was pulled back in a high ponytail. Her face was covered in heavy makeup. Greg could not tell which one was more attractive, the host or the maid.

The man got up and was wearing a regular button-down shirt with slacks. He was eager to meet the new guests.

"Hi, I'm Bobby James," he reached out to shake Greg's hand.

"I'm Greg, and this is my wife, Nora."

The woman told the maid to get a couple more places to set on the table for the two unexpected guests. The maid did not take long to set the table, and all the guests sat down with the host. The black man was not present in the dining room.

During the feast, the Mistress said very few words. Most of the talking was between Bobby and the couple. They found out that Bobby was working with an engineer on a bridge nearby, got lost, and found this place before the storm hit.

Greg thought the dinner was one of his best feasts in a long time. The maid brought out steak and potatoes with an assortment of vegetables. Dessert was a crème brule that each of the guests enjoyed.

Greg returned the conversation to the host as they ate dinner. The Mistress quickly lit a cigarette in a cigarette holder that was over a foot long. Nora thought it was a disgusting habit and did not enjoy the aroma of the smoke quickly filling the dining room. "So, tell us about this place. It is huge!"

She takes a long drag and exhales, then tells them the history of the place.

"This mansion was built back in 1875. It is said it was built by pagans who worshiped the flesh and indulged in carnal activities. Or so they tell me.

"I'm sorry, what do you mean carnal activities?" Nora asked naively.

Greg answered her with a sense of sarcasm in his words, "I think she meant to say they had orgies!"

She looked at Greg and smiled, "Exactly."

The woman continued, "Many carnal activities, orgies happened here, I'm sure many in this very room."

The guest looked around the place, trying to picture the scene.

"The owner of the mansion at that time, Lady Candis, enjoyed having the pagan rituals and fucked man and woman alike," all the guests were taken back by the harsh language she used.

"It was said that many from the nearby town hear about this place and all the corruption it caused with their young adults participating in this activity she encouraged. Remember, this was long ago, and they thought she was some kind of witch or devil worshiper. So, they killed her. They grabbed her out from the mansion and put up a pyre in front of the mansion and burned her alive," The Mistress was in a trance thinking about that event and then snapped out of it in a few seconds, "Anyways, that's what they tell me. So the mansion has no electricity and is about as old school as you can get. However, we have modern plumbing and running water from the well and septic tank."

"That's one hell of a story, Mistress," Bobby told her.

"Again, I don't know if it's true, but that's what they told me."

"How long have you had this place?" Greg asked.

"Too long," she smiled back at them as she extinguished her cigarette.

"Come with me. I will show you around and then to your rooms for the night."

The meal was so good that Greg had to use the restroom and asked where it was. The lady pointed in the direction of the powder room, and he told them to go ahead without him and that he would join up as soon as he could. The Mistress gave him a candle holder with a lit candle and told him, "You will need this."

The Mistress, Bobby, and Nora left the dining room as the maid quickly cleared the table. Greg found the powder room, quickly relieved himself, and then opened the door. He was spooked as the maid was at the door waiting on him.

"Jesus! You scared me."

She did not say a word and got close to him and started to softly kiss him and gently rub his crotch. Greg did not know what to do. He almost dropped the candle holder, let the maid kiss him, and see where this all goes. She then darted her tongue into his mouth, and his cock was now close to fully erect from the stimulus from the kissing and her rubbing it.

The maid then broke off the kiss, took Greg's free hand, and led him out of the powder room. Greg, not sure if she was leading him to the group or not, complied, admiring the fine shape of the maid's body. His manly instincts kicked in, and he completely forgot he was a married man.

The Mistress took Bobby's hand and Nora's while showing them the mansion. She talked about each room they encountered, getting close to each of them as she spoke. Nora could see the man begin to get turned on as he could not hide the bulge from his crotch. She was starting to feel uneasy and hoped Greg would show up as soon as possible. She was now leading the two up to the attic space with her hands all over Bobby.

Nora was cursing under her breath; where the hell are you, Greg?

Restraints

The attic space was ample; Nora thought it could have been a whole house. After arriving at the top of the stairs, the mysterious lady led Nora and Bobby through several large rooms and ended up in another large room. Nora thought it was odd that the room was already dimly lit by large candelabras. The room had the exposed rafters showing, and the far wall had a strange animal skull hanging over a large bed with wooded posts in strange designs and thick red velvet bedding. Two large chairs with the same velvet and wooden design on each side of the bed.

The lady turned to her guests, "Here is a special room."

She moved closer to Bobby, lightly took his hand, guided him to the bed, and had him sitting down. She approached Nora as her heels clicked on the wooden floors echoed in the large attic room. The black-haired lady got really close to Nora; she could see her eyes and was surprised that they were not any color but appeared black. She was scared, but the lady took her hand, guided her to one of the chairs, and had her sit down and move behind her. To Nora's surprise, she quickly took both her arms and placed them on top of the arms of the chair.

"I want you to watch," she whispered in her ear.

The lady pressed a button behind her, and then metal restraints retrained her arms against the chair arms.

Nora was quickly frightened and started to struggle.

"What the fuck!"

"Now, now," the lady approached Bobby, still on the bed.

The mysterious woman then unzipped her leather pants around the crotch, exposing her smooth pussy. Bobby knew she wanted to fuck him, and he took his clothes off and lay in bed waiting for her.

The lady then crawled between his legs and took his already erect cock in her mouth, and swallowed it whole.

Nora was too busy trying to get out of her restraints and found out that the chair was somehow bolted to the floor, and she quickly yelled out for her husband.

The lady took the cock from her mouth and responded to her, "He will not respond to you; he may be busy fucking the maid," she put the cock back in her mouth, bobbing up and down on it.

"You fuckin' bitch!"

Bobby was moaning like he was ready to cum. The black-haired lady stopped and climbed over the man, facing Nora and away from Bobby. She guided the cock in her penis and started to fucking him.

"Oh, fuck, that's good!"

The lady fucked him faster, staring at the frightened Nora. Licking her lips.

Nora was disgusted by the sight in front of her. She started to cry and still called for her husband.

Bobby was in bliss. Fucking this woman's tight and wet pussy felt so good. It has been a while since he fucked a woman, and she was definitely the best he's ever had. He tried to hold on from orgasm, as he wanted this feeling to last longer. But the woman's constant pumping up and down on his cock was too much.

The young man exploded into the woman who was riding him. He felt the standard drain from the orgasm, but something strange immediately followed the orgasm release. It felt like his life was draining from him. That was the last thought he would ever have.

Nora watched in horror as the man was withering away, even as the woman continued to fuck him. All his muscles and organs seemed to shrink or disappear altogether, leaving a shriveled-up skin wrapped around his bones. His eyes fell into the blackened voids of his eye sockets and now looked like a mummy that had been deceased for centuries.

The woman stopped riding the man, and she appeared to have an orgasm. She looked at Nora and licked her lips.

The sexy maid took Greg by the hand and led him upstairs to the second floor of the large mansion. She opened up one of the many rooms and led him to the large bed with a large wooden header and footer that looked very expensive, Greg thought.

The blonde lay on top of the bed and spread out her legs to show she was not wearing any panties. Greg could see her glistening pussy as she used both her hands, spreading it further and moaning.

The married man could almost smell her pussy, and he quickly forgot about his wife as he started taking his clothes off. It did not take him long to be only in his dark boxer briefs. He began to walk towards the bed with a raging hardon showing through his briefs. He felt something hit his head hard, and he blacked out.

The man slumped to the floor as the hulking black butler watched the man fall to the ground and hit his head with a leather sap.

"Awe, I wanted to fuck him first before mistress has him," the maid pleaded to the black butler.

The muscular man only grunted in reply, picked up the sleeping man like a sack of potatoes, and left the room.

Escape

Greg woke up groggy, and his head felt like someone was still pounding it. He tried to feel the bump on his head but quickly realized his wrists were in leather cuffs to some cross with his arms out and his feet as well restrained and spread out wide.

He surveyed his surroundings. It appeared to Greg that he was in the basement, as it was cold and had a very slight musty smell. The dark cellar only had one candlelight flickering close to the entrance. Greg assumed it was the entrance to the house as he could see the foot of the staircase. Everything else was pitch black.

"Hello? What the fuck! Hello? Can anyone hear me?"

The married man called out many times and did not get any reply at all. Jesus, what are these people planning on doing with me? And where is my Wife?

He called out for Nora again, but there was no reply. Greg started to struggle and shake loose from the restraints. Fear and anxiety kicked in, and he struggled harder, but the restraints did not give in. Tears started to fall down his cheeks. Greg had never been this scared as he began to struggle to breathe. He tried to calm down and concentrated on his breathing--breath in, exhale out slowly--which worked to shake off his terror and angst.

Looking at his wrist restraint, even with the low light, he could see a leather strap fastened to the cross behind him and looked buckled up tight. He imagined his ankles were the same. Because of the struggle, the straps felt looser than before. Greg, again, tried in vain to shake loose. He used every ounce of muscle and effort to wiggle loose. The violent shaking echoed throughout the blackness of the basement. He was not worried about attracting attention, focusing instead of just getting loose.

When Greg's right wrist and hand slipped out of the leather cuff, he felt a jolt of euphoria. The married man quickly used his free hand to unbuckle the other hand, and then he used both hands to free his legs.

He looked at the entrance with the candlelight to make sure no one came down to check on him while feeling his ached wrists. This only temporarily made him forget about the pain in his head. Greg started to explore the dark basement. It had a dirt floor and old cinderblocks holding up and outlining the foundation of the mansion.

A few steps led to the cellar door leading to the outside in one of the far walls away from the dimly lit entrance. Greg unlatched the door and tried to open it. He had to use some force because of the snow packed around the door and swung it open. The snow was still falling, and the burst of cold air hit him. He did not have his winter coat on; only his long-sleeved henley shirt kept his upper body from the cruel coldness of the New York winter.

The wind was blowing the snow a fair amount, and Greg looked at the detached garage next to the mansion and started to walk towards it, hoping to find something, anything, maybe some form of transportation. Or better yet, perhaps a weapon he could use to get his wife from that place.

He heard the dogs he had seen earlier barking aggressively. He knew they would soon see him, and his kidnappers would quickly realize he was missing. Greg hurried to the garage.

The snow was nearly two feet high, and Greg struggled to reach the door on the side of the enormous garage. To his amazement, the door was unlocked, and he opened it. The garage had no light, but the husband could tell several vehicles were parked there. The garage was so oversized that it could hold three cars lengthwise, and he could not tell how many were across. He checked his pants and was surprised his cell phone was still there. He checked his cell reception, but still nothing. He tried the emergency 9-1-1 and still got nothing; the phone was useless as a communication device. Greg turned on the flashlight mode on his phone, and the bright, tiny LED light shone in the surrounding area around him. Greg looked above the car and saw that there were four rows of cars, bringing twelve vehicles. The car next to him was an older green Ford station wagon. Greg thought it was at least twenty years old. The car next to it was even older, an 80's Oldsmobile Cutlass. He looked at the license plate of the Oldsmobile and thought it was strange to see the old New York license plate with 82 stamped on it for the year it expired. He looked at the Cutlass again, and it looked brand new with the maroon color as it looked like it was rolling off the car dealership lot.

He found other cars that were even older, with corresponding license plates to signify that they had not been used since then. What the hell is going on? Does this make any sense?

Greg came upon the last vehicle; to his shock, it was his Subaru. What the fuck! He used his keys to open the door to confirm it was his. Everything was in their car like they left it. However, their luggage was missing. Ok, this has gotten too fuckin' weird!

The married man got out of his car and then was hit over the head by the butler, who he didn't see come into the garage after him.

"I'm gonna enjoy fucking your lil' wife while you watch you lil' shit."

The black muscular man picked up the limp body and continued to talk to the passed-out man, taunting him.

"She is gonna love my dark cock, just like my Mistress does. She gonna be a fuckin' slut for cock an' pussy soon."

Greg did not remember the black man talking to him about his wife as he awakened again in the same restraints in the basement. This time, his torso, arms, thighs, and even his neck were wrapped around the cross. He screamed as loud as he could, defeated from his predicament.

Submission

"Did you tie him up good? He's not gonna escape this time?"

"Yes, Mistress," The black butler answered his Mistress, hoping she was not too angry.

"Good," she replied, looking over the passed-out Nora on the bed.

"Let's move her to the Red room and get her ready for her submission," the leather-clad woman walked out of the room where the maid was waiting for her.

She told her to get the wife stripped down naked before she was moved to the red room.

Once the maid had taken all the woman's clothes off, the butler picked her up gently and carried her to another room on the second floor of the sprawling mansion.

He placed the woman on a similar device they have Greg tied to. However, this one was more modern, and the arms and legs are padded and can be swiveled into other positions. The cuffs for both her wrists and ankles are lined with fur and, in no time, were secured onto the device.

"Mistress wants her nice and smooth," the maid told the butler, holding up a shaver and pressing the button to have it come alive buzzing. She expertly shaved her pubic hair, leaving just stubbles. The blonde then coated the area with shaving cream and shaved the remaining hairs. The maid patted it dry and applied a coat of baby oil, leaving a lovely, smooth, and shiny pubic region. She used all her discipline not to penetrate the woman's pussy or get a taste in, for her Mistress would be displeased and did not want to face her wrath. However, the married woman's freshly shaved pussy was too much desire for her. The blonde put two of her fingers in her mouth to wet them and entered the sleeping woman's pussy.

Nora awoke and found herself bound to a contraption that she spread out and naked, and the maid in front of her playing with her pussy. She tried to scream but had a ball gag in her mouth and wrapped around her head. The maid only smiled to see her awake as she continued to finger her pussy.

Nora could only squirm in her restraints and produce muffled sounds. Tears swelled around her eyes and were wide open from sheer terror.

The blonde tormentor stopped when the Lady of the mansion came into the room, holding a riding crop in one hand and lightly swatting the other. She approached Nora, and the sound of her high heels clacking on the wooded floors echoed throughout the large room. The woman stopped in front of Nora, who was still crying and had her eyes wide open. She grabbed her chin and made her look into her eyes.

Nora tried to look away, but something mysteriously drew her attention to her dark eyes. All her fears and worries seemed to disappear, as the woman's eyes set her mind at ease and left her empty-headed.

"Shall we begin?"

That was the maid's cue, and she got a magic wand from one of the drawers in the room. Once satisfied, the woman was at ease; the mysterious Lady then got behind Nora as the maid moved to the front and turned on the vibrating toy, and applied it to the woman's pussy.

Nora was still in a trance. However, the new sensation in her pussy started to make her feel excellent and horny. A crack from the whip on her ass from the Lady took her from concentrating on the vibrating toy on her clitoris. The maid applied more pressure., Nora was ready to cum, and again, her ass was pelted by the leather whip. This continued for the next half hour. Every time Nora was prepared to cum, the maid took the toy from her pussy, and her ass was beaten with the leather riding crop.

She needed to orgasm so bad and could feel it building up in her. Suddenly, the maid kept the pressure on her pussy, and the Lady continued to whack her ass repeatedly. The assault was too much. Nora screamed through her ball gag as the most powerful orgasm she ever felt rushed through her entire body. So much so her legs started to shake from the pleasure. The assault continued, and within seconds, a second orgasm was released.

The maid took the toy from the swelled-up pussy, and dribbles of her juice started to form around the folds. The woman stopped the beating of her ass. Nora did not notice the black butler entered the room and was behind her.

The Lady of the mansion adjusted the chains that held her restraints in place and had Nora bent down, exposing her ass and pussy, legs still spread out and her arms spread out as well.

The brunette was breathing heavily, still recovering from her intense orgasms. Her daze was fading. Her ball gag was removed by the maid.

"Please, let me go. What are you doing to me?" Nora meekly protested. She had no energy to fight back, having an internal struggle to cope with what just happened to her. On one side, she wanted to be free from this place, find her husband, and leave, not caring about the blizzard outside or the immobilized car. But the other side enjoyed this assault on her and was really turned on by getting whipped. It surprised and shocked Nora as these feelings started to dominate her thinking.

Her eyes opened wide as she felt something penetrate her pussy. Something substantial, and by the time she knew what it was, the black man started to fuck her with animal instincts. Her insides were being torn apart by his enormous cock. She held on for dear life as her pussy was getting fucked like it never was before. Her husband, Greg, never was able to fuck her like this. Nora started to moan. My God, I'm enjoying this! I'm getting rapped! I need to make this stop. But it feels so fucking good! Holy Fuck, his cock feels so good in my pussy! Nora gave in to her desires. She started to buck her hips with every thrust. This made the black man double his efforts.

The man was about to cum when Nora orgasmed on his cock, and that was enough for him to explode inside her. Nora could feel every rope of cum entering her. For only a moment did she feel bad for enjoying this, but only for a moment was she in a euphoric state of mind. The butler withdrew his cock and moved to the front of Nora. Nora looked up at the most enormous cock she ever saw. She thought it had to be at least 10 inches long and thick. It was almost twice the size of her husband's cock. Nora could smell the sex on the large shaft that was still erect.

Something in Nora's head told her to taste it. She complied with the voice in her head and opened her mouth. The black man moved in closer and put his cum covered cock in Nora's mouth. The wife occasionally sucked Greg's cock, but that was before he entered her. She never gave him a blowjob after they fucked. The taste drove her mad with lust, tasting the love juices of both of them. The cock was so large that she could barely swallow only the head of it.

She enjoyed sucking on the cock and tried to swallow more of it, only to reject it from her gag reflexes. Her inner voice told her to relax and go slowly. She was able to relax her gag reflexes, and the cock was not invading her throat, to her enjoyment. She felt something on her pussy and could feel someone licking her out. The maid kneeled behind her and started to eat the well fucked pussy that was leaking cum.

Nora never had her pussy licked before, not even from her husband. He tried several times to lick his wife's pussy, but she never allowed it, thinking it was unsanitary and disgusting. Now the first time her pussy was licked was from a woman. She enjoyed it. She tried to moan, but the large cock in her mouth prevented it. She needed to cum again. The maid was an expert and knew how to please a woman with her tongue. In no time, she was able to make Nora orgasm once again.

Pleased with what she witnessed, the Lady of the house had the black man and maid free Nora of her restraints. Nora was disappointed when the cock left her mouth, and the tongue probed her pussy moved away as well.

"Did you like that?" the leather-clad woman asked her.

Nora shook her head like a child asked if she wanted more toys.

The Lady then moved close to her and started to kiss Nora passionately. Her tongue entered her mouth and darted in and out of her mouth. Nora was in sexual bliss and had never before kissed a woman. The passionate kiss was broken off, and the Lady took her hand and guided her to the bed where the maid was lying down with her legs spread out with her pussy exposed and masturbating.

"Go ahead, you know you want to try it. Eat the bitch's pussy!"

Nora moved in closer to the wet-shaven pussy of the maid. She was close enough that she could smell it. The scent overpowered her and made her more sexually turned on. Her tongue then darted around the swollen clit. The maid gave a moan to show her approval. Nora's first time eating a pussy drove her crazy, and she started to rub her pussy, and her tongue darted in and out of the maid's warm wet hole.

"That's it, make that slut cum!"

A couple minutes later, the maid screamed out an orgasm, and a wave of fluids gushed out from her pussy. Nora enjoyed the taste, and the disgusting act made her close to cumming herself. That was helped by the black man who started to fuck her from behind. Nora did not protest; she continued to eat this blonde's pussy while getting fucked by the black man.

The Lady again watched the wife, letting go of her sexual instincts. She thought to herself that this woman was ready for her next step.

Choice

Hours passed, and Nora was still fucking both the butler and the maid. The black man had cummed several times and wondered how he had so much stamina. The wife didn't dwell on that too much, she was enjoying getting fucked and wished it could last all night and day. The brunette realized she loved eating pussy and took turns with the maid eating each other out.

The wife did not know which one she liked more, black cock or pussy. She loved them both and was ok with being bisexual. During the whole fucking, she did not think too much of her husband, only when comparing him to her black lover. But that was like comparing a black battleship to a white rowboat.

She could not believe her stamina as well, as Nora lost count of how many times she orgasmed. She felt exhausted but wanted to keep going on with this carnal activity. Nora was riding the black man on the bed while the maid was sitting on the headboard while the wife was eating her out. Nora was shocked when the Lady came behind her and started to penetrate her ass with a black dildo. She did not protest, and after a few seconds of sheer pain came an erotic feeling she never felt before. Nora never had her ass fucked, and now she was getting fucked while her pussy was stuffed with black cock and eating a pussy. Never in a million years had she thought she would be doing this. She orgasmed once again.

After what felt like hours, everyone took a break from the fucking. Nora looked out the window and thought it was strange that it was still dark. She tried to figure out how long it was, and then the Lady started to talk to her.

"Did you like that?"

"Oh my God, yes!"

"So here we are. You loved getting fucked and brought out your bisexual side. But now you will need to choose."

Nora was confused about what she meant by needing to choose.

"I cannot let you go; you saw what I did to that poor man earlier."

The wife almost forgot what happened, and quickly, her sexual energy was drained by that thought. She did not understand what she saw when this woman fucked the man, literally to death. She also wondered about her husband; she was worried that this woman fucked him to death as well. She started to panic a bit.

The woman continued, "And your husband has also seen things, so we cannot let both of you go."

Nora interrupted her, "We won't tell anyone, promise, just let us go. Please tell me he's alive."

"My poor child, he is ok. For now. Again, it depends on you."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm giving you a choice. This place is special. It needs a Lady to survive. This place gives you powers you can't imagine. It makes you immortal, and you are a goddess here. I'm offering you my run, which is at an end, and I've been searching for someone to replace me. I choose you. If you accept, I will let your husband go."

Nora was shocked by what she heard: "I can't do this. I have Greg, we have family, and I don't want to give all that up for this. Also, I don't understand. What is all this anyway? What if I don't want to do this?"

The Lady explained the history of the mansion to her. She told of a tale of how the mansion was cursed by Lady Candis before she was killed by the town folk. When she was killed, the mansion just disappeared, and the town covered it up like it never happened. They were correct; Lady Candis made a pact with the devil; she gave her soul to be immortal and retained her beauty, to never age, but it came at a price. She must give the mansion its price in blood, and so when she has sex with men, it drains them of their souls, forever condemning them. This mansion is a portal to hell. The maid and butler are minions of hell; they are to serve at the pleasure of the Lady. The price of immortality is only on the mansion grounds. Once you leave the property, your immortality is gone forever. That is what happened to Lady Candis. After her death, the mansion disappeared, only reappearing to the one it picked as the next Lady in 1905. The mansion only appears and shows itself to its next victim, so it could never be raided or destroyed. Every thirty years, the Lady of the mansion has a choice to give up her duty and select a successor or join the demons in hell. Everyone gave up their rein. So, for thirty years, you become a goddess. Thirty years ago, it was her turn. During your time as the Lady, your memories of being a human fade away. She told Nora she didn't even know her name.

Nora looked on in horror as if she had just witnessed a bad accident. She told herself she could not do this; she could not be the Lady of the Mansion.

"I'm sorry, I can't do this. There is no way I can do what you do," Nora explained.

"If you do not accept, I will seduce your husband and, well, you know what happened to the last man. And as for you, I have no choice; once you are selected, you either do this, or you can go to the pits of hell with me."

Nora did not know what to do and started to cry.

Transformation

The butler brought Nora's husband into the room. He was completely naked and had a worried look on his face. He tried to struggle, but the bulking hulk quickly overpowered him and took little effort to put him in the same restraints Nora was just in.

Nora rushed to see her husband, but after restraining him, the black man grabbed the wife and had her secured with her arms behind her back. She tried to say something, but the maid put her hand over her mouth.

The Lady of the mansion moved seductively towards Greg, unzipping her catsuit to reveal her large, perfect breasts. She grabbed the husband's cock and slowly stroked it. Greg had no choice as his cock had a mind of his own and started to grow erect.

The Lady moved her arms around Greg and gave him a lap dance, rubbing her leather-covered pussy against his cock. She turned around and then unzipped her crotch zipper revealing her pussy.

So looked up at Nora, "Last chance, honey."

Nora was in tears, fearing that Grag would have the same fate as Bobby. She capitulated and screamed through the maid's hand.

The Lady told the maid to let her talk.

"Ok, Ok, I agree. Just let him go!"

Greg was confused, "What do you mean? Agree to what?"

"I'm so sorry, Greg!"

"Say you pledge to Lady Candis and be one of her sisters."

Nora was babbling like a baby.

"Say it!"

"I, I pledge... Lady Candis.... be one of her sisters."

The hulking butler let her go. She started to run towards Greg but felt strange and fell to her hands and knees. She was still completely naked.

Greg watched in shock over her transformation. Her nice light brown hair turned black and grew long down to the crack of her ass. Her skin turned pale white, her eyes darkened with black eye shadow, and her hazel eyes turned black. Nora's nails grow long and pointed and change to black color. Her figure changed to more of an hourglass figure with all imperfections and slight fat gone showing a tight body with a round ass; her breasts expanded to round melons, and her nipples formed the perfect shape of pencil erasers and pierced with black hoops. She screamed from the last transformation, arcing toward the sky as black letters in a gothic script started to scribe on her abdomen, corpus meum est diaboli.

"She belongs to the devil now," The Lady told Greg.

Nora got up and was in bliss. Felling her body with her hands, the act was turning her on, and she turned to her husband.

"Mmm, I need to fuck!"

"Nora, what the fuck happened?!"

"Who is Nora?" She asked while putting her arms around him and giving him a passionate kiss, probing her tongue in and out of his mouth. She could feel his cock rising to the occasion. She was able to maneuver her wet pussy over his cock and started to ride him.

"Oh, fuck yeah! Fuck me with your cock!"

Greg never heard Nora like this before. Her pussy felt so good going up and down on his cock.

"Remember what happens when he cums in you. Do you want that to happen to him? The Lady reminded Nora.

Nora looked at her and said, "Fuck yeah, I want it, I need him to cum."

She turned back to her husband and grabbed his chin.

"Cum for me! Cum for your dirty wife!"

It was too much for Greg, and he exploded inside her. that was the last thing he remembered, as his fate was the same as Bobby before him. His lifeless body shriveled up and hung over the restraint.

"How did that feel?" The old Lady of the mansion asked her while she took a drag from her long cigarette holder

"So fuckin' good!"

The new Lady of the mansion took the cigarette holder and took a long drag, exhaling the thick smoke. Smiling, thinking about her new life. So many evil and erotic thoughts polluting her mind.

The Lady of the Mansion

The new day began with the sun and a large amount of snow on the ground. The Lady of the mansion opened the mansion doors for the first time in a long time and breathed in the fresh air. She walked down the porch steps and the walkway, cleared of snow, moved to the edge of the property, and stopped.

Finally, this is it, she thought, wondering who she was and what year it was now. She stepped over the property for the first time since she became the Lady of the mansion.

The woman moved past the property and started to feel funny. Her hair turned from the perfect black raven color to gray and white, and her skin aged thirty years, catching up to her actual age. Her beauty was gone entirely, stripped from her from the mansion. She screamed in terror and turned around, and the mansion and its grounds disappeared.

She has no memory on how she got here. The woman could not remember being the Lady of the mansion for 30 years. She looked at her hand and did not see a ring, so she was not married. Why can't I remember anything? I don't even know my name!

Her erotic clothing was replaced by what she first wore thirty years ago: pantyhose, a jean skirt, and a white blouse. She remembered it was 1996, and she was 22, but that was the only thing she remembered. Now she looks her actual age, 52. She looked around; nobody was on the road, and she was already getting cold from the weather. She rubbed her arms and moved along the road, wandering and trying hard to remember who she was and where she was from.

The new Lady of the mansion waited in the foyer for her next victim. She changed into a similar outfit, wearing black thigh-high boots with 6" heels. Her catsuit covered her whole body, exposing her hands and face. A corset wrapped around her torso completed the outfit. She was smoking her cigarette through the long holder, waiting for her next victim. She completely forgot her name, her husband, and her former life. She was the Lady of the mansion and was waiting for her prey.

The woman smiled when she heard a knock on the large wooden door. The black man opened the door to a handsome young man. He was selling solar panels and checking to see if the house owner was interested.

"Why, of course, I am." The Lady of the mansion appeared to him, and his jaw dropped from her appearance.

"Why don't you come in and we can talk."