Submit to the Supernatural

  Submit to the Supernatural

  Powerone

  Sizzler Editions

  ISBN 9781615089796

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  Copyright 2012, 15 Powerone

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  A Renaissance E Books publication

  CONTENTS

  Submit to the Supernatural

  Chapter 1

  Famous

  Chapter 2

  The Beginning

  Chapter 3

  Her Career

  Chapter 4

  First-Time Visit

  Chapter 5

  Stripping for Them

  Chapter 6

  The Hunt for the Secret Rooms

  Chapter 7

  She is Found, Her Mouth Trained for Pleasure

  Chapter 8

  Bound and Taken, Finally!

  Chapter 9

  She Shouldn’t, but She Did

  Chapter 10

  The Barrel

  Chapter 11

  One Last Visitor

  Chapter 12

  Finished

  Epilogue

  More by Poweone

  Chapter 1

  Famous

  Faith sat behind the desk, looking out over New York City from the twentieth floor. It had taken her ten years to get here, but it was worth it. To think, she had her own office at Playhouse magazine, one of the most successful adult magazines in the country. Millions of readers waited for the next story from Faith Deva.

  The secretary buzzed her. “Tyler is here to see you.” Her voice rang out through the intercom.

  “Send him in.” This was the first time that Tyler had seen her office, though he was responsible for her getting it. He was her agent for over seven years now. He helped make her what she is today. She stood up when she heard him walk down the hall.

  Tyler scanned the office but not before he did the same thing to Faith. He’d never stopped getting excited each time he saw her, and as she aged, she only got better. At twenty-eight, she was twenty years his junior, but that never stopped him. She had only been in the City for two months, but she dressed the part, and she had the body for it. Five foot, seven inches, taller with the three-inch heels her legs were perched on, she was a woman that stood out in a crowd. Her dark-brown hair hung down below her shoulders; a sweep across one side of her face made her look as though she stared at you with one eye with such intensity. She wore a white silk blouse that accented her full breasts; Tyler knew that only a slip beneath it cradled her luscious flesh. He enjoyed the crisp, cool weather that played havoc with her nipples and made them stand out so provocatively, but it never bothered Faith. His eyes scanned down to her slim waist, a tight-fitting skirt that clung to her hips and stopped way above her knees, leaving her long legs naked. Her beauty always stirred his cock to such hardness.

  Faith saw the way Tyler looked at her, many men looked at her that way, but she knew Tyler well, too well, knowing exactly what was in his mind. She turned and let him see her ass, turning back, proud to see that his erection had grown bigger. “I see you like.”

  “You never fail to get a rise out me, Faith. That body was built for pleasure.” He never stopped trying, though Faith always rebuked him. “Your office is great, too. You deserve this.”

  “It’s just as much your hard work that got me here as mine. Come over here and give me a hug and a cheap feel for you,” she kidded him.

  Tyler moved in front of her, his hands already reached out for her slim waist and drew her next to him. He inhaled the fragrance of her perfume just as her lovely breasts pushed into his chest. He could feel her hard nipples, or at least, he thought he could. He drew her near to kiss her cheek before he nibbled her neck. His hands slid down over her ass before she finally had enough and pulled away from him but not before he flexed his cock and showed her what she did to him.

  Tyler was handsome for an older man, not that she didn’t like older men, but she didn’t want to lose a good agent over a tumble in the sack. Her sex life was sparse enough because of work, unless you counted sex with supernatural beings or, as the magazine called it, supernatural sex. “Sit down, Tyler, do you want anything?”

  “Nothing, unless you’d like to try out the top of your desk.” He sat down in front of her desk, but his mind already conjured up the images of her naked and sprawled out on the desk as he climbed between her legs.

  “The magazine loved the last article, but they’re already asking about the next one. They have an anniversary edition coming out; twenty years and they want something special from me. You mentioned that you had an idea.” Tyler was always good at coming up with the sensationalism that sold her articles. Faith wrote about sex with supernatural beings, often from the first-person perspective. It took Tyler three years before Faith convinced him that she could write and people would buy what she wrote. Ever since that day, he was behind her one-hundred-ten percent, the ten percent was his cut. They had both done well with their partnership. Tyler found her interesting places or stories for her to investigate. Faith took it from there, finding the sexual angle, playing it to the fullest until she left the readers wanting more and more. This one would have to be big, always having to top the last one, but it never worried her, Faith had confidence in herself and her abilities.

  “I found it, just the place for you. It’s called Boldage House, and it’s located in upstate New York. It’s been vacant for about five years and is in disrepair, rented for many decades but not kept up over the years. I can rent it for a month, more than enough time for you to investigate it and its previous occupants.”

  “Where in upstate New York?”

  “About thirty miles from Lake George, out in the woods in a small town of about a hundred people. It’s quite isolated, but that’s why it’s located there.”

  “The location sounds good. Tell me about the Boldage family.”

  “The last descendant, Michael Boldage, lived there in the forties and fifties. Michael made his money in alcohol during prohibition but moved into distribution of food supplies for restaurants after alcohol became legal again. He did quite well. He married three times, each time to a younger woman. He died when he was fifty years old, but his wife was only twenty at the time. It was said that he met her when she was fifteen.”

  “What makes it so mysterious?”

  “There are lots of legends about the house and Michael. It seems he had a liking for bondage and S&M and so did his guests. On the weekends, the house was always filled with people, from as far away as the city. It was said that he could easily sway a young woman, even a virgin, to one of his parties, though by the time she left, she was no longer virginal.”

  “Any scandal about it?” A scandal always sold her stories better.

  “Nothing that they could pin on him. Many girls went to his mansion but some never made it back home. Some say it was because they were ashamed about what they had done at Boldage House. I already have a team gathering the newspaper clippings from that time period. I should have names and dates for you by the end of tomorrow.” The good thing about these types of stories was that they all didn’t have to be true. She’d have poetic license to enhance what had happened, making it more salacious. Faith could make it her own.

  “You know me too well, Tyler. How big is the house?” The bigger it was, the spookier it tended to be.

  “It is huge, forty rooms on thirty acres, nothing within five miles. They closed off most of it when he died, too big to heat and maintain, renting only the main living area and five bedrooms. The rest hasn’t been opened in sixty years. The house has
a past waiting to be discovered, with rumors of lots of secret rooms. Women were taken to the rooms, each having unique bondage furniture and equipment to entertain the male guests. Some did it willingly; others were coerced by drugs or alcohol.” Tyler wished he could discover them, maybe with Faith as the unwilling guest.

  Nothing sold better than bondage and S&M, except ghosts and supernatural sex. “Any trouble over the years with the former occupants?”

  “There were lots of tenants, though none stayed more than a year. As soon as the lease was up, they were out of there. The police were called hundreds of times over the years, but being so far out, by the time they got there, even if there were a real trespasser, they would be miles away.”

  “What kind of trouble?” Faith hoped it was sexual.

  “Trespassing, breaking and entering, a few brave enough to say rape but most refused to explain what happened. Legends have it that they were attacked while they slept. Some woke up to find themselves bound and stripped naked, feeling a wetness between their legs and a soreness inside them, but none remembered how they got that way. Others were awake, but for some reason, they said they were powerless to stop their assailants. They felt like they were paralyzed, yet a few admitted that they were sexually excited at the time, their genitals engorged. They never saw their assailants but felt them, feeling something enter them. They couldn’t stop the assailants, their body touched, stroked and penetrated for hours. They were taken in every manner, many unnatural and degrading. Some even admitted shamefully that they climaxed from the repeated assaults.” Tyler got excited each time he read the research.

  “That sounds like my kind of house.” Faith had a connection, a sexual connection with supernatural beings that manifested themselves in their former residence. She had this connection since she was in high school and it grew stronger each year. That is why she was so good at explaining what happened at these houses, most of the time she experienced it firsthand. “Can I get access to the whole house, even the boarded-up part?”

  “I knew you would want that, so I secured it. A little more money, but they don’t care what happens to the house. One of these days when the housing market gets better again, they’ll tear it down and build tract houses for the masses. I have the usual camera equipment for you in case you find some of the rooms interesting. The pictures will be great for the article.” Tyler thought of everything; he is more than an agent.

  “I like the period, forties and fifties. I can dress in period clothes, nothing sexier than garter belts and nylons.” She often found that wearing period clothes at the houses drew out the supernatural occupants as though they were back in their time. She wanted to see a picture of Michael, hoping that she might encounter him while there, maybe even in one of his special rooms. She had never been bound before, but she was willing to do anything for a story. It had been a while since she felt a man inside her, even a supernatural one.

  “I thought you might.” Tyler hoped he could see her in some of the bondage furniture, willing or not.

  “Send me everything tomorrow, but even if it is only half as good as you say I’m for it. I’ll call you tomorrow night after I study everything.” She knew she would take it home and masturbate as she read it, she always did. It not only turned her readers on, it turned her on, too. “Great job, Tyler. I knew I could count on you.” She got up and gave him another hug, this time lingering longer, not moving away as his hands slid over her ass cheeks and his cock throbbed against her pussy. He deserved a free feel.

  Tyler had a hard time walking by the time he left; Faith let him grab her ass. Tyler took advantage of the offer to feel her buttocks and caress his cock against her pussy. He liked her gratitude, but he wanted more.

  Chapter 2

  The Beginning

  Faith was brought up in a small town of fifty-thousand people, mainly by her father. Her mother died when Faith was twelve. She died during childbirth, the baby lost at the same time. When she was older, sixteen, she snooped in her father’s desk and found out the truth. The baby her mother was having wasn’t her father’s, though it didn’t say whose it was. Faith began to blame her father for her mother’s death. If he had treated her better, she wouldn’t have gotten pregnant by another man.

  She was an attractive girl during high school, but she was a little strange or so most people thought. Her mother was a spirit medium. Faith remembered in her early childhood having to stay out of the dining room when she conducted séances. This was the bond she had with her mother, even after her death. Faith felt she had something inside her, but she was too young and inexperienced to be able to draw it out.

  At seventeen, she began to rebel against her father. He had worked the night shifts for the last year, leaving at eleven P.M. and not returning until nine A.M. He left Faith home alone, trusting her, for he had no reason not to. That was his first mistake. She had discovered boys and how easy boys were to manipulate using sex. She didn’t give them sex exactly, Faith was still a virgin at seventeen; it was more withholding sex from them. It was so easy to play with them.

  The first boy that she brought home was David. He wasn’t an athlete or a geek, but he was handsome and moderately popular. They started making out after school behind the gym, kissing, and then, it began to progress, his hands finding her breasts, Faith discovered the pleasure that a male touch could do to her body. She’d been masturbating since she was thirteen, but this was altogether different. She wanted more, but behind the gym wasn’t the place, and he didn’t have his own car, only getting his father’s one night on the weekend.

  David’s tongue was in her mouth and his hand was on her breast, making her nipple hard and pointed. She broke the kiss when they heard a noise. “Can you get out of the house tonight, David?” She looked at him with her pleading eyes.

  “Yes, but I have to be home at nine.” Am I going to get lucky tonight?

  “I mean later. You’ll have to sneak out.”

  “I don’t know, Faith. I would love to see you, but where are we going to go that late at night?”

  “My father goes to work at eleven and works the late shift. If you come over at eleven thirty, we’ll have the house to ourselves.” She rubbed her body up against him, purring as sexy as she could. She felt his prick grow.

  Did I just strike the mother lode? His mind began to plan. His parents went to bed at ten, and they slept soundly. He could sneak out by ten thirty, eleven at the latest. It was about a half-hour walk to Faith’s house, just in time. “I love you, Faith; I’ll do anything for you.” He hoped she would let him do anything to her tonight. “I’ll be there at eleven thirty. Turn off the porch light, and I will come up to the door.” They kissed one more time, his hand found her breast again; Faith didn’t push him away as he fondled her.

  * * *

  David waited in the bushes next door, nervous that someone would call the police, thinking he was a prowler. He felt elation when he saw the porch light go out. He hurried to the door, checking the driveway to make sure no car was in it. He was so nervous, afraid that when he rang the bell her father would answer the door. He had met him once, and he scared him to death. He pushed the button, hearing the doorbell ring so loud. It was only a second before the door opened.

  “Come in quickly,” Faith backed away from the door in the darkened hallway. She could barely make David out in the hallway, but that made it more exciting. It was as though he was a stranger coming to see her. She backed into the living room, nervous as she was silhouetted against the dim light on the end table.

  David couldn’t believe it when he saw her. It was still dark in the room, the one light didn’t give off too much, but there was no mistaking what she wore. She had on pink baby doll pajamas. It was so short it barely covered her crotch, all of her legs naked. Two thin straps held up the front, but it did little to cover anything. David had never seen her breasts naked; this was the closest he’d ever been to see them. The pajama was cut so low that the cleavage left so much naked bre
ast exposed. His cock jumped. He never felt so hard.

  She twirled around until the hem of the baby doll pulled away to reveal the transparent panties she wore. She felt a strange thrill at being exposed and watched. Is this what an exhibitionist feels when they do this? She didn’t hear a word out of David. Is he disappointed?

  “You are so beautiful, Faith.” He finally managed to get the words out. He moved in closer, to see better, even in the dim light. The top had cups that hid her breasts through the transparent material, and except for the panties, all the rest of her body was exposed. He could even see the furry bush of her pussy through the panties. He moved in close to kiss her, his body pressed up against hers until he could feel her half-naked breasts against his chest. His hand went around her waist, the back almost open as his hand found the naked flesh of her back. He began to rub his cock against her half-naked pussy.

  She pushed him away. “We don’t have to do it like that now, David. Come with me.” She led him down the hallway. She felt his eyes burn on her ass as she swayed her hips seductively, not sure where all of this sexiness came from so suddenly. It was as though she was built to seduce boys. She walked by her bedroom and opened the door of the next room. She turned on the light, the room suddenly bright as the noonday sun.

  It startled him when he saw the room. It wasn’t a high school girl’s room; he could see that easily. It was a grown-up’s room, there were pictures on the wall of Faith, but also a man and his wife; it must be of her parents. Even the dresser was covered with tie tacks and cuff links for a man. Before he could say anything, he saw her, half-naked in the bright light. He looked down at her pussy, the transparent panties doing little to hide anything. He could make out her bush but also her slit, full lips split up the middle. It took a moment of looking before he could say anything, his eyes finally went back to look at her face. “Whose room is this?”