Haunting Curiosity

"I don't know about this, Alice..." I said, staring up at the big, empty, and abandoned house. Alice and I had been planning this for weeks, an exciting adventure for our feminine, sissy sides, far too often not given enough attention. Which can be dangerous after a while, that desire and desperation to be a pretty little slut often making you do ridiculous things.

Like trespassing for a night in a suspected haunted house, I thought to myself.

"Oh shush, Rory" Alice retorted, offering me a huff before taking a shaky step towards the building. "We're doing this, it'll be fun!" She put on a brave face, but I could hear the timidness in her voice, reminding me of the first time we fucked. So excited, so eager, but her voice dripped with uncertainty as I stroked my cock in front of her, staring down at those pretty eyes.

After we both came a few times... very different story. Now I had to practically swat her away from me whenever she was in a feminine mood!

But she was right, despite my trepidations, I genuinely was excited, blushing slightly as we held hands moving up to the front porch. We both wore a simple skirt and top combo walking over here, with some spicier clothes packed away in our bags... along with a few fun toys to make for an unforgettable evening.

The door opened with a long, harrowing screech, almost laughably cliche beside the chill it sent down my spine. Did I believe in ghosts? Of course not, what self-respecting person did? Was I still scared as we looked inside that dark, long hallway, offering nothing but questions and uncertainty?

You bet my pantied-covered ass I was.

Alice, ever the braver one of us, was the first to break the silence. Clearing her throat, she brazenly stepped forward, turning on her flashlight. I followed suit, smirking that she had found pastel pink matching ones for us to use, but not surprised in the slightest. We walked in, closing the door behind us, the darkness seeming to swallow the tiny, frail beam of light guiding us through the house.

I heard our heels clicking off the hardwood, the echo deafening amidst the constant, lingering silence. No machines, no hum of electricity, no voices or activity. Just us, and this old, mysterious house. A house that very little was known about, only that it was paid by a trust for upkeep and the like, which to me just made it even more mysterious.

As we made our way through the rooms on the main floor, I felt my heart begin to slow, calming down from the initial fright. With a bratty smirk, I slowly reached down, carefully pinching Alice's ass under her cute skirt. She screeched, hopping up and scooting away, turning to point her flashlight at me.

"That is NOT funny!" she exclaimed, watching my smirk grow as I stared at that adorable face, scrunched up in a beautiful mix of fear, anger, and excitement.

"I don't know what you're talking about, girl." I grinned, walking past her as that adorable glare followed me, hearing a little huff behind me as she eventually rushed up to grab my hand once more.

With the main floor explored, both of us gaining some semblance of confidence, we headed upstairs to check out the rooms. The house, while old, didn't seem quite out of place, nothing spooky or worn down, almost like it was removed from time itself. We eventually chose one near the back of the house away from the street, setting up some lights so we could see.

As I unpacked some toys and clothing, I heard Alice giggle behind me, knowing she was getting into some kind of trouble. Letting her have the ability to surprise me, I continued, stripping out of my top and skirt, with only my panties, garters, stockings, and heels to keep me company. I ran a hand up and down the nylons, shivering with excitement, relieved to finally have time to indulge myself in this manner after so long.

Turning around my eyes went wide, seeing what trouble Alice had found. She spun in place, showing off an old dress she'd found somewhere, a dark green, silky and hugging her body perfectly. Slits on either side let her legs slide through beautifully, the dark stockings complimenting the dress, making her look like a dream.

I eyed her with a mix of jealousy and hunger, her smaller frame allowing her to wear many things I could not. But I had come to terms with that many years ago, enjoying femininity in my own way, mixed with being a bigger, stronger man. However, it didn't stop me from taking it out on her whenever I saw fit.

"How?" I asked, Alice's face still beaming as she stared at herself in the floor-length mirror.

"It was just hanging up in the closet!" she said, giggling to herself as those tiny hands of hers began to wander. I walked up behind her, staring into the mirror as I joined in, listening to the small, excited whimpers immediately begin to escape her. I wasn't the only one who had been anticipating this evening, it seemed.

I gripped her thighs, leaving kisses along her neck, feeling her begin to melt against me, openly moaning from being touched. Playfully, I bit her earlobe as my hand moved to her panties, rubbing the growing erection barely contained within them. Alice whined, shaking slightly as I teased, her entire body brimming with an energy I shared.

Turning her around, I stared into those big, beautiful eyes, done up perfectly for the evening. Our heels the same size, I stood only a few centimetres taller than her, cupping her face as I pulled her in for a long, deep kiss. When we pulled away, both breathing heavily, I knew the fire dancing behind my eyes was matched by hers, watching as she sank to squat on her heels, the silk dress splayed all around her.

I groaned as her mouth slid around my cock, shivering from how much I needed this. Between how long it had been expressing my feminine side, and the creepy nature of our evening's location, I sighed with relief as Alice effortlessly began to pleasure me. Happily, I stared down at that beautiful face, hand cupping her cheek as she blushed.

"You always look so fucking pretty with my cock in your mouth," I said, watching her face turn an even deeper shade of red, moaning around me. I smiled, gently caressing her cheek, savouring the moment between us. "It's also one of the few times you're actually quiet..."

Alice growled, glaring up at me as I smirked, yet not slowing down in her efforts. I groaned once more in pleasure, sighing as I closed my eyes in relief, opening them to see a spectral woman in the doorway.

I screeched, pulling away from Alice as I fell onto the bed in shock.

"What!? Did I use my teeth?" Alice asked, standing up to comfort me, as I shook my head, staring at a now empty space. I blinked several times, sure I had seen something, heart pounding in my chest.

"I thought... I think this spooky fucking house is getting to me." Alice giggled, placing a hand on my chest to feel my pounding excitement, her other hands reaching down to grip my cock.

"Silly girl," she said, leaning down to kiss me. "It's just a house like any other, those rumours are just a small town's doing." I chuckled, allowing myself to calm with her words, soon groaning once more as her hand slowly stroked up and down, pulling her in for another kiss.

Alice froze, her body going tense, looking past me. "On the other hand... maybe not." I stretched my neck back on the mattress to see what she was looking at, only to be horrifyingly met by the image of the same woman, transparently staring at us with a disappointed look on her face.

We both screamed, running out of the room into the darkness. Forgetting to grab a flashlight, we made our way laughably slowly down the stairs, our heels not helping with our escape. Rushing to the front door, we found it jammed, not budging in the slightest. As if to emphasise that we weren't getting out that way, she re-appeared, floating through the door.

Alice and I fell down, screaming as she slowly moved forward, scrambling to help each other up as we ran the other way in a blind panic, chased through the house until we found an open door, rushing into the basement. We didn't know where we were going, our only instinct was to run, holding onto each other for dear life as we fumbled further into the uncertain darkness.

The room we tried to hide in was suddenly softly lit by her appearance once more, whimpering we both found ourselves backed against the far wall, out of places to run. Suddenly I felt several hands pinning me in place, seeming to come from the walls themselves, my ability to scream cut short as one clamped over my mouth. We both watched in horror as she drifted ever closer.

The specter stopped short of us, eyeing us up and down, that stern and disappointed look still plastered on her ethereal face.

"Trespassers," she said, her voice surprisingly sharp, concise. "Harlots, whores." Moving her hand, she stroked my face similar to how I had done to Alice, watching the fear heighten in my eyes. "Sluts."

Her hand disappeared below my eyesight, suddenly feeling something on my cock. I screamed into the hand as it gripped me, tightening, terrified she was going to tear it off. But it suddenly stopped, the constricting sensation now constant between my legs, hearing Alice whimper in shock, assuming the same was done to her.

The hands on my mouth and forehead disappeared, breathing heavily as I stared down to see what had been done to me. A blue cage was now wrapped around my cock, the same ethereal pattern of our mysterious captor. It seemed to breathe with my skin, perfectly sitting against it, constantly squeezing and pulsing as I whimpered, already trying to grow against it without much success.

I looked over at Alice, suffering the same fate, the dress having been stripped from her. Both in our stockings, caged, we slowly looked up at the apparition, unsure of what was coming next.

She ensured she had both of our attention before speaking, those stern eyes hard to look into. "Every decade it is always the same, depraved fools who can't help themselves within our walls." I tried to apologise, slightly concerned for my mental health that I was trying to converse with a ghost, but the hand returned, silencing me.

"Different time," she continued, staring back and forth between us, "same sluts." She reached down, cupping both of our cages as we whined, seeming to flare with life as she did so. I rolled my eyes as it pulsed, gripping me tightly, suddenly acutely aware of just how desperate I was to cum, Alice interrupted in her attempt to do so earlier.

"We ache," she said, rubbing and teasing as we both whined, "we are desperate for release. But we are bound to this house, bound to its walls." Leaning in, she placed her head in between both of our heads. "And now, so are you."

Slowly, the hands pushed us to our knees, arms held back while our legs were spread. Bent over, I moaned in shock as I felt the cage expand, sliding past my balls, slowly invading my ass. It stretched and eased itself inside of me, resting perfectly on my g-spot while I shook, always surprised at just how powerful anal play truly was. It didn't take long for me to be whining, desperation coursing through me with a frenzy.

Alice fared no differently, moaning beside me as we stared forward, unable to move any parts of our body. Slowly, we were raised, still on our knees as we bent back, now taut bodies pushed forth. A ring formed inside my mouth, forcing it open as the hand disappeared once more, my desperate moans echoing off the basement walls.

Walls I could see in the faint, blue light, were filled with chains. Rusted, old, but very evident, this room was an old dungeon, one you could still feel the energy coursing through. I looked over to Alice, barely able to see her in the same predicament, wishing I could reach out to hold her hand.

Yet my mind was torn away by the pulsing of my new cage, and the shifting of the plug inside my ass. I felt that familiar orgasm beginning to bubble inside of me, my clit already aching to release at the hands of these specters, a group slowly materialising before us, each wearing the same, determined look on their faces.

The woman controlling us gripped my head, the hair of my wig brushed back as I whined, whispering in my ear. "You will serve the house, whore." My eyes rolled back as a cock was pressed past my lips, the plug fucking me with the same rhythm as was being done to my mouth.

Slowly at first, I moaned around it as I was used, shaking in my binds as the ghost gripped my head, thrusting in and out of me. I could barely breathe, barely think as my body brimmed with that familiar need, that aching urge to release, unsure of what that even looked like in my current state. All I could do was moan, stuck in place to do exactly what she said.

Serve.

The cock came in my mouth before I could earn my orgasm, whimpering as my plug slowed with its thrusts. Cum pooled inside of me, cool and somewhat savoury, holding me there until it watched me struggle to swallow, unsure of exactly what just went into my body. However I wasn't given much time to think it over, as another cock took its place, once more thrusting, tearing through my mind.

And another.

And another.

And another...

Each one I swallowed, the cool substance feeling comforting sliding down my throat, beginning to eagerly await the next. My body shook with the need to cum, but I resigned myself to their control, wanting it, needing it. Over and over I heard her words, repeating in my mind, burning themselves in place of anything else.

Serve.

My questions fell away with each cock. My concerns drifted aimlessly with each thrust. My fear melted down into acceptance with every pulse of my cage.

Serve.

As the last cock came down my throat, the room now empty except for her once more, Alice and I breathed with relief, still shaking from the plug aching inside of us. Slowly we felt ourselves moved once more, placed over the angled bench in the middle of the room. I whined seeing her fully, the same desperation surging in her eyes, face to face with my friend yet unable to embrace her.

My clit hung just off the edge, continuing to pulse and torment me, refusing to be forgotten despite being rather comfortable to wear. The plugs inside of us had subsided for now, allowing our thoughts to return, breathing steadily as we stared into one another's eyes, gags still denying us the ability to speak.

We were both raised up, thin chains connected to each of our nipples, feeling every movement Alice made reflected through a tiny tug. Our arms were pulled behind us, straps running along our chests, hugging tightly as I lost the ability to use them once more. The ring gag morphed into a ball, stretching wide until I thought I would split my jaw, whining in protest yet ignored.

Despite the fear and exhaustion I felt, I had to admit... Alice did look cute like this.

I groaned as the plug retreated out of my ass, left gaping from being stretched for so long. Fingers soon replaced it, a cool soothing sensation being rubbed and spread on my hole, forcing a satisfying moan from my stretched lips. I twitched as my g-spot was brushed, Alice scolding me with a growl, pulling on her nipples. I raised my eyebrow at her in response, as if it was MY fault we were in this predicament.

So I pulled again on purpose.

Alice squeaked, her glare making me laugh through my gag, quieted quickly from a hand smacking my ass in quick succession, soon feeling that familiar sting. I whined, but restrained that bratty streak I felt within myself, still very much at the mercy of our ethereal captor. As her fingers continued to stretch and tease me though... I started to no longer feel like a prisoner.

The ghostly bodies reappeared, cocks raging and ready. I watched as one lined itself up with Alice, her eyes rolling back as a cock slid into her ass, feeling her twitches in my nipples. It didn't take long for me to join her, moaning as something slid inside of me, the cooling sensation sending shivers through my body.

Gliding along my g-spot, hands gripping my hips, I begged into my gag for it to not stop, for it to go faster, feeling my orgasm building within me. A hand slapped my clit, forcing me to shake my focus trying to cum, squealing as she reappeared before me, holding my face.

"You are here to serve." I whined at her, pleading to succumb to the tingling in my clit, the orgasm that wanted so desperately to crawl its way to the surface. But that stern face just held me, not letting me go until I resigned, remembering her words as they once again began to sear into my mind.

Serve.

I felt the cock in my ass cum, the liquid almost calming the fire I felt in my ass from being fucked, quickly becoming addicted to the sensation. Some dripped down to my clit as the cock was removed, shivering from the feeling of it running along my skin, another cock quickly sliding inside of me, pumping away.

Through it all I got to see Alice, see her face as she was fucked, as she fought off her ever-present orgasm same as me. She was so pretty, moaning around her gag, eyes barely opened as she shook, unable to stop her body from quivering with need, with excitement. Typically it was my cock that made her look like that, gripping her hips while she whined, staring back at me like a needy little slut.

Tonight, however, we were both the needy little slut.

I screamed in frustration as another cock finished inside of me, slowly pulling out before I could cum. My entire body quivered, tears welling my eyes from my frustration, my clit screaming at me for a release I had no control over. Another smack reminded me of my place, reminded me of my duty.

Serve.

Serve we did, Alice and I kept in place as we were fucked over and over, until our resolve melted away, leaving only two desperate sissies. We didn't count how many cocks we had serviced, how many times we'd been cum in, how many orgasms had been stolen from us. We only waited for the next one, one word etched on our minds as we whimpered together in the darkness.

Serve.

As the blue light in the room faded, the gags in our mouths softened and disappeared, stretching our jaws and breathing heavily. The woman controlling us brought her hands down to our clits, rubbing gently as we whined, both of us our sensitivity heightened past anything we were used to. She stared down at us, those eyes seeming to pierce right through you, keeping our attention focused on her.

"Good sluts," she said, never stopping her rubbing, both of us whimpering from her touch. "We are satisfied. We are pleased." The soothing liquid returned to our ass, plugs growing in them once more. They grew large, pulsing with the same rhythm as our cage, the pressure on my g-spot instantly pushing me towards the edge after being fucked for so long.

"You have served the house. You may cum." With that she left us, the plugs pushing us further towards the release we both so desperately needed. I whined, finally reaching over to Alice, kissing her hard as I screamed, my clit exploding with a feverous need, cumming hard onto whatever we were strapped against.

Alice followed suit, both of us quivering from the orgasm, swapping between quick and long kisses, hot breath against each other's lips. The plugs didn't stop, constantly pulsing, making me shake as I was given no break, no relief, pushed over the edge once more, unable to stop myself from cumming.

We were both milked completely dry, the final orgasm given feeling nothing even leaving my body, drained entirely from the plugs. I moaned with relief as it slowed, shrinking back to its original size inside of me, but not retreating, breathing heavily as I tried to recover. Alice whimpered, staring at me with those big eyes, exhausted as I was from cumming so intensely.

Hands appeared once more, helping us to our feet. We were led upstairs slowly in our heels, legs still shaky from the nightly ordeal, soon gently forced to our knees, seeing the sun just beginning to peek through the curtains. She appeared once more, our mysterious captor, staring down at us.

"You will serve the house when we call, until we feel you have atoned." I gulped, the cage gripping and pulsing as a reminder it was still there, clit snugly trapped by this woman, by this house. Fixing us with a final stare, her hand gently trailing along our cheek, she walked off to fade into the darkness, leaving us alone once more.

We both knelt there, holding hands as we recovered, trying to make sense of what had just happened, a small part of us still not believing. Finally, we made our way to our feet, heading upstairs to collect our gear and clothes.

Opening the front door we were greeted by the sunrise, a little surprised we'd been inside all night, time sort of escaping us. As I walked through the door, I felt the plug inside of me vanish, unable to maintain itself through the threshold. Lifting up my skirt showed that our new owner had been serious, the cage still perfectly in place, that little pulse forcing a tiny whimper from my lips.

Alice and I headed home, trying to make sense of what had happened. Our research showed us very little, the house a mystery even online. But we knew we weren't the first to fall under control within those walls, determined to learn more about its story.

Two weeks later, both Alice and I aching from our denial, the cage stopping more than just our ability to get hard, I walked with her as the sun set. For days the pulse in our cage had increased, heightened, calling us back 'home'. Not only did I not want to discover the punishment for disobedience, but I also ached for a release, still remembering the powerful orgasms at the hands of our mysterious Mistress.

Darkness fell over the house as we stood in front of the door, both in matching pink outfits, looking our best for the evening ahead. The door swung open, that creepy creaking now a welcome sign to us, knowing the terrors that awaited indoors, having faced it in full force. We knelt down in the main foyer, the door closing behind us, revealing a familiar face.

We stared up at her with excitement, with fear, with need, her hand cupping our chin as we whimpered, bodies shaking with excitement for what was to come. The words whispered in our minds, stronger than they had been the past few weeks, growing stronger within the old, powerful walls. Until it was one word, over and over, the only thing I could focus on, the only purpose I had to fulfill.

Serve.