House Bound

She let out a contented sigh and stroked the metal framework of the rig that she had created, "God, you are the best thing I've ever engineered!" she said aloud to the empty shop.

She checked her watch, it was late and she had several jobs to do in the morning, but she still had to clean up after herself and so she detached all three dildos before tossing the cloth over the rig.

It wouldn't take long to clean them, the metal was easy to maintain and a quick rinse in the sink with some soap would do the trick. Then she could let them dry overnight as she got some sleep, they'd be ready for when she finished her work tomorrow.

She'd spent each night that week in the rig, making small modifications to it each day to make it better and better. She was pretty sure it was almost perfect... except for her tits and nipples, and maybe a few other things as well. She frowned a little as her mind turned over the problem once more, a smile coming to her lips when an idea came to her.

* * *

Sally didn't notice Dave walking into the barn, she was too lost in the orgasms that she was experiencing from the constant sucking of the milking machine connected to her tits. She also didn't notice her own voice echoing in the barn, a low, almost constant moo coming from her lips.

"Well now Sally, I see you've really gotten the hang of milking the cows..." he said with a chuckle as he walked up to her.

Sally just let out another moo as a smile cross her lips and an orgasm cross her body.

Taking a step to the side he walked around behind her and smiled, "I see you even figured out what these are for..." he said, the two cylindrical objects that weren't pumps that hung off the back of the contraption were firmly lodged in Sally's pussy and ass.

"Good girl Sally, good girl." he said, petting her head before turning away and walking back towards the house.

* * *

Susan straddled Officer Johnston as he laid back on the sun cot by the pool, his pants on the ground and Susan riding his cock. Her bikini top was beside his pants, her bikini bottom was pushed to the side as she bounced up and down.

"Oh my god baby! Is Suzi a good girl? Please baby, tell Suzi she's a good girl!" Susan cried out as Officer Johnston gripped her hips and pulled her down onto him, holding her there.

"Fuck Princess, you are definitely a good girl!" he said with a grunt and released inside of her.

"*SQUEAL* Princess Suzi's a good girl! Princess Suzi's a good girl!" Susan cried out as the orgasm crashed over her and she fell forward on to Officer Johnston's chest. Her voice a lower murmur that could only barely be made out as she repeated the mantra over and over again.

* * *

Fifi was cleaning again, this time she was using her pussy to clean Dave's cock and she was loving every moment of it.

"Oui Sir, Fifi love ze cleaning!" she cried out as she rocked her hips back and then forward as she sat on top of Dave in his bed. She was wearing her uniform, of course, she never cleaned when she wasn't wearing it, so it was a good thing she always wore it just in case.

Though she had stopped wearing panties or a bra almost a week ago, just after cleaning Dave's cock the first time with her mouth. Since then it just hadn't seemed necessary to wear them, as they only got in the way of her cleaning.

Like any good maid though, it was her responsibility to do the work when cleaning. Especially with Dave being so advanced in years, it would never do for him to have to exert himself while she cleaned. So she always ensured he was well taken care of no matter how she was cleaning.

Fifi felt his cum enter her as she cried out, "Oui! Oui! Giv Fifi ze dirty cum!", before she orgasmed herself.

Chapter 7

Fifi was preparing dinner when she heard the voices come from the living room. She walked over to the door as quietly as she could as the click-clack of her heels filled the kitchen. Once she was at the door, she cracked it open ever so slightly to see Dave and Officer Johnston sitting in the living room.

"Fifi, bring Chuck and I a drink!" Dave called out and Fifi almost tripped over her own feet as she moved backwards.

"Oui mousier!" she called out and hurried to the fridge to retrieve two beers. She knew what Dave liked, but didn't know what Officer Johnston drank and so just grabbed two of the same kind.

She then wiggled her ass through the kitchen door and over to the seats where the two men sat. She leaned over, bending at the waist and placed Dave's drink on the table beside him, the coaster protecting the wood from the sweat of the beer.

She knew Officer Johnston was getting a good look at her ass and she wondered if his cock might be as dirty as Dave's always was. It was a suspicion that she'd have to investigate later, in the meantime she turned to the table beside Officer Johnston's chair and similarly placed his beer on the coaster, giving Dave an equally good look at her ass.

Fifi then returned to the kitchen and remained by the door, leaving it ajar just a bit so she could see and hear what the men were discussing.

"Fiona turned out well, didn't she?" Officer Johnston said, raising his beer to Dave.

"Yeah, and it looks like Susan is a real winner too." Dave replied, lifting his beer in return.

"Hey, have you looked at Susan's sketch pad?" Chuck asked.

"No, why would I?"

"I think you should, I flipped through it the other day, and well... just take a look when you get a chance." Chuck replied, trailing off at the end.

The two men sat quietly for a moment before Chuck broke the silence once more.

"How are Isabella and Sally coming along?"

"Humph, they're on track, should be fine for pickup on Friday. But then again why wouldn't they be." Dave replied with disdain in his voice at the last part and shaking his beer bottle at the ceiling.

"Hey man, just let it go. We can't do anything about it now, we made our bed and have to lye in it."

Both men chugged some of their beers and then sat quietly until Officer Johnston stood up and left. When Dave did the same thing, Fifi quickly went out to clean up the empty bottles they left on the tables.

* * *

Isabella's eyes were rolled back in her head as Officer Johnston walked into the shop and saw her laid out bare in the rigging that she had created.

The three dildos were pistoning in and out of all three of her orifices, along with four flap wheels that were slapping against her ass and sides of her tits. The final part of the rig was the fishing wire looped through the three rings that pierced her nipples and clit, pulled and releasing them in a cyclical pattern.

Chuck smiled and walked over to her, leaning down by her head. The smell of sex was strong, she must have been there for hours already and it was only mid-afternoon. There was little doubt she was ready for delivery, the only question was where she was going.

They never knew the answer to that question for most of the girls, but for Susan, well, he knew exactly where she was headed and it was time to pick up his reward.

* * *

Suzi couldn't believe how lucky she was getting a ride in Officer Johnston's police car, even if she couldn't see much as her face was buried in his crotch as she sucked at his cock.

It didn't matter though, Officer Johnston had told her how much she was going to love living at his place and as always, he was right.

It was the same as when he told her how much she loved sucking his cock, or acting like his spoiled little princess, or any of the other things he'd told her with so much authority that she just couldn't help but believe.

She even loved the cute little pink skirt and white top that he'd brought her to wear today, and he hadn't even told her to! She was so proud of herself, she almost squealed when she put them on.

She couldn't stop herself from squealing after she'd applied the glossy pink lipstick and makeup that he'd brought as well.

Suzi knew that even now it was forming pink streaks up and down his cock, she couldn't wait for him to slip it into her pussy with them still on it so she could squeal and mew even more!

She knew that Princess Suzi's life was going to be perfect and couldn't wait to get started.

* * *

Dave walked out to the barn as he saw Chuck walking toward the shop. When he entered the main area of the barn there was a single cow being milked, Sally.

She was in the contraption that he'd had Isabella make in the first week the four girls had arrived, but on top of that, she was wearing the outfit he'd left on her bed a few days ago.

It was a latex catsuit with a black and white cow print on it, it covered her head and had two small horns. It was open around the breasts, where Sally's hung heavy with milk as the pumps sucked it out of her. Around the backside of it, both her pussy and ass were exposed so the vibrators could fit easily through it.

The final touch was the brass bell that hung around her neck, "Sally" inscribed on all four sides of it.

As Dave approached, Sally let out a moo as she looked down at her arms. The outfit had come with straps to bind her arms and legs, which she'd been able to do with the legs, but had been unable to secure her own arms.

Dave smiled, "Does Sally need some help with those?" he asked pointing to the straps that hung loosely from her arms.

Set let out a plaintiff moo and nodded, causing her bell to ring gently. Dave watched the orgasm come over her at the sound of it and knelt down and secured the straps once it had passed.

"There we go Sally, all done up, nice and secure." Dave said and then tapped the bell with a ring on his finger.

It gave out a little chime and he watched Sally orgasm again. He tapped the bell several more times, causing a flurry of orgasms to come over her.

"My, you're going to make someone a fine heifer, aren't you? A good little milk cow."

The long sustained moo and the look of utter bliss on Sally's face told him everything he needed to know.

Chapter 8

Chuck watched the unmarked cube van back into the garage door of the shop as a tow truck hooked up Fiona's car and lifted it off the ground.

Chuck was still impressed that Isabella had thought of everything that would be needed when she built the rig she was now strapped in to. Wheels to make it easy to move, several batteries so that it could run for hours during transport, even a lightweight sound dampening cover so that no one would be suspicious unless they stood right beside it.

The two men in overalls were pushing the rig up the ramp as he watched and thought about this morning when he woke up to Susan eagerly sucking his cock. The two red pigtails bobbing up and down making his morning wood even harder.

Out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of Dave, walking behind him on all fours and a leash, was Sally.

"Holy fuck..." he whispered under his breath. The blonde had been busty when she first arrived, but even from this distance, he could see her tits bulging out from her sides.

He'd thought Isabella had the worst of it this time, but now he was reconsidering, Sally's arms and legs were bound back upon themselves, she was wrapped in what looked like a latex cow print suit, and was struggling to keep up the pace as Dave walked ahead of her.

The only thing that made him think Isabella might still be worse off was the joyous moo's coming from Sally.

He shook his head as the ramp of the van was raised and then the van pulled forward to clear the building, before the ramp was lowered once more and Dave walked up to it with Sally close behind.

Dave guided Sally up the ramp and then to the back of the van where he set down the portable pump he had been carrying from the barn and hooked it up to her. The moo's of pleasure intensified until Dave placed a gag over Sally's mouth and strapped it behind her head.

Dave exited the van and the men closed the door, walked around to the cab, got it and slowly drove away.

"We're all good here?" the tow truck driver asked, holding up his hand with his thumb extended.

"Yep, all good." Chuck replied with the same gesture.

A few minutes later, both the van and Fiona's car were out of sight.

Dave turned to Chuck and looked seriously at him, "We have to have a discussion." the old man said in a strained voice.

Chuck rolled his eyes, "This again?"

"Yes, this again you bastard." Dave replied.

"Look Dave, I know you got the short end of the stick, but I'm not going to shove it up my own ass just to make you happy." Chuck spat back.

"SHORT END OF THE FUCKING STICK!?!?" Dave yelled and held his hands out at his sides and waved up and down.

"Fuck Chuck, all I can do is lay there like a corpse when Fiona is fucking me! Do you know how god damn infuriating that is? How humiliating?"

Chuck let out a sigh, "I know Dave, but well... you know..." he said waving at the house with his hand.

"Of course I fucking know, I was the one that found this place! I was the one that researched the incantation! I was the one that collected all the supplies! You... you were just the fucking muscle!"

Dave took a swing at Chuck, but he easily dodged the old man's blow.

"Look Dave, I get it, but it's not going to change... unless you want to take a risk with..." Chuck said, waving at the house again.

"It's a fucking house Chuck... you can call it what it is, it doesn't care."

"Yeah, well I'm not willing to take that chance. Whatever you raised in the basement has wants and desires and a plan, I'm not taking the chance of getting on its bad side."

Dave took a deep breath and just shook his head, "Fine. Fine. Let's just get it over with..." he said, resigned that things weren't going to change.

"Hey, look at it this way, at least we *both* got to keep one of them this time." Chuck replied, trying to lighten the mood. Dave got this way once in a while, but especially when he'd been alone for some time. A few weeks of Fifi maintaining the house and attending to all of Dave's "cleaning" needs would likely brighten his mood.

Dave frowned, "You know it won't last. Someday, someone will come and pick them up. They'll become useful in some way to the house and we'll never see them again, just like last time. And the time before that. And the time before that..." Dave trailed off as he turned and walked towards the house.

Chuck couldn't blame him for being pissed off, before he had raised... well whatever he raised in the basement of the house... he'd been in his mid-twenties, just like Chuck was. The power that permeated the house now was old and dark, and they could both feel it whenever they entered the building.

But whatever plan the house had, it needed one of them to be a kind old man running the B&B, and the other to be a police officer. It was just bad luck for Dave that Chuck had a policing background, even if he'd been kicked off the force for unbecoming conduct.

In the instant the power had emerged, it had chosen Chuck to be the police officer, and that meant Dave was destined to be the old man. Dave was convinced though if they both wanted it... and asked the house the right way... that they could swap positions. Chuck doubted it, but had no desire to try it anyway.

The fact that it was only two months until the fiftieth anniversary of the day Dave had raised it, was probably what was getting under his skin more than anything else. After all, being an old man for a few years until you died was bad enough, but being stuck as one for fifty years? And for who knew how much longer as neither of them had aged a day in those same fifty years.

How long would they be here? How long would the house require their services? Another fifty years? A hundred? A thousand?

What would happen when they were no longer required? Would they be released to live their lives as if it had never happened? Would they be sent straight to hell? Would the world end when whatever plan the house had came to fruition?

These were all thoughts Chuck tried to avoid, and each time Dave brought it up he was forced to face them. Chuck shook the thoughts from his head and followed Dave into the house, where they would go down to the basement and commune with whatever power was there. Chuck suspected that if they were lucky, nothing would change, if they weren't, well he pushed that thought out of his mind as well.

Instead, as he walked away from the shop, he looked back and watched the building shimmer just slightly as the equipment inside vanished, the cinder block building once more become an empty husk. It would remain that way until the next gusts for the B&B were selected and then it would become whatever the house needed it to be.

Chuck was sure the barn had done the same thing, along with the rooms inside the house as well. The house's power had grown over the decades, expanding until everything in the surrounding area, including the town, were under it's control. As such, no one came to Bucks Ferry unless the house wanted them to.

Which was why he had no concern about anyone looking for the four girls, or at least anyone coming to Bucks Ferry to look for them. Their car would be stripped and sold for parts by the wrecker and no one in town would recognize them even if they had met them at some point.

"Hey Dave..." Chuck called out as Dave took each step up to the porch slowly, "Did you ever look at Susan's sketch pad?"

Dave turned his head and frowned, "No!", he shouted back and then continued on up the steps.

Chuck just shook his head and followed him up to the house, Dave really should look at the sketch pad. Chuck had caught sight of one of Susan's sketches and been very surprised. She'd told him he was sketching an oak tree, and she was, but there were all kinds of symbols and creatures around it.

He'd flipped through the rest of the pad, the drawings before arriving at the house were just normal sketches. But each sketch after she had arrived became more and more twisted. Perhaps she was seeing the house and it's surroundings for what it really was subconsciously and drawing them.

When he'd asked Susan about it, she'd just gone on and on about how beautify the sketches were, like there was nothing different about them at all.

Perhaps, in one of them, there might be something Dave could use. But if he didn't want to look, well, he wasn't going to force the issue. After all, he wasn't trapped in an old man's body.

Chuck smiled at the thought of Suzi waiting for him at home and one last question crossed his mind as he entered the house.

Would the next group of guests to arrive leave in any better shape than this group had?

End