The Strange House ?/F
Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2022 6:16 pm
It had just passed 10:30am when Lucy drove through the front gates of the house. She scanned it whilst she drove up the gravel track towards the front of the house.
“Hmm. Not as bad as i thought. Why has this taken nearly two years to sell? I’ll have this sold by the end of the week, no problem!” Lucy muttered to herself. She had been accused before of overconfidence and arrogance by her coworkers. Lucy however had just put this down to being the most succesful since she joined the firm 18 months ago. Her confidence was all part of her work persona, ‘you don’t sell houses by being introverted and shy’ was her motto.
After parking her silver nearly new luxury car in front of the property she stepped out of the vehicle to get a closer look at things.
Lucy was roughly 5”5 in height with her all natural caramel skin a clear indication of her Distant Latina inheritance. The 35year old beauty had long dark brown hair tied up in a ponytail and a slim but somewhat curvy appearance. Her large breasts and large, round ass were assets she did possess. Lucy was self-aware of her attractiveness, using it to her advantage by flirting her way to a few sales causing much disgust and jealous looks from her coworkers, or rivals, as she commonly referred to them.
On this particular day Lucy’s outfit consisted of black designer high heels and a short black skirt that ran to her mid thighs. Her legs were bare. On her top half she wore a button up turquoise blouse which of course, Lucy could just note resist undoing the top button in case there were a few wandering eyes she could use to her advantage.
The property itself was a grand looking house with plenty of character. The brochure mentioned it had 7 bedrooms, 4 bathrooms, a pool, a large open garden and two living rooms as its key features. The history of the building however was a little vague. There were a few rumours it was haunted and a few found it creepy. It had served a number of functions but before being renovated it was just listed as a research facility.
Locking her car Lucy wandered over to the front door, ready to meet with the occupier and assess how best to market the property.
She used the knocker to produce three firm knocks against the large wooden door but to her surprise received no answer.
“Hello? Its Lucy the real estate agent. I’m here about the house...” Lucy called out unsure where the occupants were supposed to be. She turned her back to the door for a moment taking in her surroundings. The area was rural and quiet. The distant sound of sheep baahing and cows mooing was all she could here for miles around. She allowed her eyes to close for a moment as she took a deep intake of breath of the fresh air.
As she turned around towards the door she was greeted with a shock. The front door was suddenly wide open yet there was nobody in sight. Bewildered but wanting to get on with business Lucy made her way inside into the grand hallway.
“Hello? Anybody home?” Lucy called out closing the door behind her. As she had turned around to do this she got a shock. A gloved hand clamped over her mouth from behind. Before she had much chance to register what was happening she felt a sharp prick to her neck. She was then pushed into the wall and the mysterious figure disappeared from view.
Shaken, confused and in shock Lucy tried to clamber along the wall. Her vision was becoming blurry and her head had a fuzzy feeling. It was as if she had just drank several alcoholic drinks one after the other and a hangover was introducing itself within moments.
She tried to make her way to the door, her hands clambering slowly along the white walls but she could feel herself slipping lower and lower.
“Who? What is happen....” were the last mutterings she was able to say before she passed out sprawled out on the carpeted floor.
...
Lucy awoke with a start as she attempted to save herself from a fall which had long since happened. Her breathing raced as she began to get her bearings. She could not remember what had happened, her mind a blur since she arrived at this house.
The first thing that she noted was how uncomfortable she was. The second was that her surroundings were in darkness. The third was that she appeared to be completely naked.
Using a series of stretches and movements she was able to determine where the bonds on her body were. Her wrists and elbows had been cinched behind her back with rope. Two ropes had been secured above and below her breasts to pin her arms to her back. Two further ropes around her shoulders had created a breast harness to keep her upper body secure.
Her legs had been secured tightly at the ankles, shins, lower and upper thighs. Her legs had also been bent back strictly and a rope secured from her ankles to her elbows, placing her in a very effective tight hogtie. It was then she felt the strange sensation of a very tight rope secured between her legs and around her waist. It dug itself in creating a small dose of pleasure from this predicament, not that she wanted to focus on that right now.
Her jaw was open, as she glanced down she could make out the outline of a red ballgag which had been secured in place by a leather strap behind her head. Unsure of how and why she had ended up like this she began to instinctively struggle. However she soon realised this would be futile. Her ropes were simply not budging and had been tied expertly. She couldn’t reach a knot.
Just as Lucy was about to slump down in defeat the lights in the room she was in were flicked on. This revealed the final twist to her fate. She found herself in a plastic see through display case in the centre of a room. There were breathing holes but the display case, roughly the size of a standard dinner table, looked to be custom made. She was a metre from the ground. It also appeared to be soundproofed rendering her as nothing but an exhibit.
She jumped in her bonds when she suddenly noticed a figure looking down at her.
“Hmm. Not as bad as i thought. Why has this taken nearly two years to sell? I’ll have this sold by the end of the week, no problem!” Lucy muttered to herself. She had been accused before of overconfidence and arrogance by her coworkers. Lucy however had just put this down to being the most succesful since she joined the firm 18 months ago. Her confidence was all part of her work persona, ‘you don’t sell houses by being introverted and shy’ was her motto.
After parking her silver nearly new luxury car in front of the property she stepped out of the vehicle to get a closer look at things.
Lucy was roughly 5”5 in height with her all natural caramel skin a clear indication of her Distant Latina inheritance. The 35year old beauty had long dark brown hair tied up in a ponytail and a slim but somewhat curvy appearance. Her large breasts and large, round ass were assets she did possess. Lucy was self-aware of her attractiveness, using it to her advantage by flirting her way to a few sales causing much disgust and jealous looks from her coworkers, or rivals, as she commonly referred to them.
On this particular day Lucy’s outfit consisted of black designer high heels and a short black skirt that ran to her mid thighs. Her legs were bare. On her top half she wore a button up turquoise blouse which of course, Lucy could just note resist undoing the top button in case there were a few wandering eyes she could use to her advantage.
The property itself was a grand looking house with plenty of character. The brochure mentioned it had 7 bedrooms, 4 bathrooms, a pool, a large open garden and two living rooms as its key features. The history of the building however was a little vague. There were a few rumours it was haunted and a few found it creepy. It had served a number of functions but before being renovated it was just listed as a research facility.
Locking her car Lucy wandered over to the front door, ready to meet with the occupier and assess how best to market the property.
She used the knocker to produce three firm knocks against the large wooden door but to her surprise received no answer.
“Hello? Its Lucy the real estate agent. I’m here about the house...” Lucy called out unsure where the occupants were supposed to be. She turned her back to the door for a moment taking in her surroundings. The area was rural and quiet. The distant sound of sheep baahing and cows mooing was all she could here for miles around. She allowed her eyes to close for a moment as she took a deep intake of breath of the fresh air.
As she turned around towards the door she was greeted with a shock. The front door was suddenly wide open yet there was nobody in sight. Bewildered but wanting to get on with business Lucy made her way inside into the grand hallway.
“Hello? Anybody home?” Lucy called out closing the door behind her. As she had turned around to do this she got a shock. A gloved hand clamped over her mouth from behind. Before she had much chance to register what was happening she felt a sharp prick to her neck. She was then pushed into the wall and the mysterious figure disappeared from view.
Shaken, confused and in shock Lucy tried to clamber along the wall. Her vision was becoming blurry and her head had a fuzzy feeling. It was as if she had just drank several alcoholic drinks one after the other and a hangover was introducing itself within moments.
She tried to make her way to the door, her hands clambering slowly along the white walls but she could feel herself slipping lower and lower.
“Who? What is happen....” were the last mutterings she was able to say before she passed out sprawled out on the carpeted floor.
...
Lucy awoke with a start as she attempted to save herself from a fall which had long since happened. Her breathing raced as she began to get her bearings. She could not remember what had happened, her mind a blur since she arrived at this house.
The first thing that she noted was how uncomfortable she was. The second was that her surroundings were in darkness. The third was that she appeared to be completely naked.
Using a series of stretches and movements she was able to determine where the bonds on her body were. Her wrists and elbows had been cinched behind her back with rope. Two ropes had been secured above and below her breasts to pin her arms to her back. Two further ropes around her shoulders had created a breast harness to keep her upper body secure.
Her legs had been secured tightly at the ankles, shins, lower and upper thighs. Her legs had also been bent back strictly and a rope secured from her ankles to her elbows, placing her in a very effective tight hogtie. It was then she felt the strange sensation of a very tight rope secured between her legs and around her waist. It dug itself in creating a small dose of pleasure from this predicament, not that she wanted to focus on that right now.
Her jaw was open, as she glanced down she could make out the outline of a red ballgag which had been secured in place by a leather strap behind her head. Unsure of how and why she had ended up like this she began to instinctively struggle. However she soon realised this would be futile. Her ropes were simply not budging and had been tied expertly. She couldn’t reach a knot.
Just as Lucy was about to slump down in defeat the lights in the room she was in were flicked on. This revealed the final twist to her fate. She found herself in a plastic see through display case in the centre of a room. There were breathing holes but the display case, roughly the size of a standard dinner table, looked to be custom made. She was a metre from the ground. It also appeared to be soundproofed rendering her as nothing but an exhibit.
She jumped in her bonds when she suddenly noticed a figure looking down at her.