Teresa's Adventure

Author's note: Keep trying to escape if you want to dominate!

(Page 1) You're walking through a forest. Why you're here doesn't matter; perhaps you're between towns and lost your way, perhaps you were hiking, perhaps you live near here. Doesn't matter. The wind is whistling through the treetops, biting into your skin, and the rain has plastered your clothes tightly around your body; it's like you're wearing nothing at all. At least, that's how it feels to you on this chilly, rainy, windy winter night.

In the distance, you can make out a tall, imposing grey structure, towering over even the tallest trees, windows blazing like beacons into the darkness. Panting and relieved, you make your way to the tower. You draw a deep breath, pray that someone's home and sympathetic enough to help you, and knock.

Scarily fast, almost as if they were waiting for you, a young couple opens the door. Both tall, dark-haired, almost vampiric-looking people, they hold back grins as they fawn over you.

"Oh, you poor thing!" the woman exclaims, taking your hands in hers and trying — failing — to stop her eyes from drifting to your soaked shirt, from seeing the naked chest beneath it. The man makes no such pretences, wetting his lips and dragging his gaze up and down your body, and you flush bright red in shame.

"Come inside, we'll draw you a nice bath and get you out of those soaking wet clothes," the lady gushes, and despite your doubts you're all too eager to get out of the rain. You enter, thanking them both for their kindness, and the door shuts behind you. As the woman guides you to the bathroom, you swear you hear a click; but as cold and tired as you are, you dismiss it.

"Please, make yourself at home, dear," she coos, running hot water into a simply ginormous tub and filling it with oils and bath salts.

"Excuse me," you manage between chattering teeth, "what's your name? And where am I?"

She chuckles as if she's in on a joke that's gone straight over your head. "I forgot my name long ago, darling, you can just call me Mistress. And you are?"

You frown, but something about her words holds an inescapable charm and persuasion. "Teresa."

"Teresa..." she murmurs, testing out the syllables, savouring the name in her mouth. As you knit your eyebrows, confused at her strange behaviour, the man enters the room holding several towels and a small box. "Her name's Teresa," Mistress points out to him.

You hold out a trembling hand for him to shake, which he stares at until you drop it. "And you are...?"

He shrugs. "Names are difficult here. You can just call me Master."

He sets the towel down on a counter and leans against the doorframe, making no signs of being about to leave. Similarly, you see Mistress test the bath's temperature and turn the water off, then join Master in standing at the doorframe, watching you and your shivering body.

"Um... thank you so much for your hospitality, but a little privacy, if you wouldn't mind?" After all, you don't want to be rude, but the bath looks so warm and inviting, and you're just waiting for the lovely (albeit strange) couple to leave the room.

"Oh, Teresa," Master says in a condescending tone, "you're surely not embarrassed, are you?" You cross your arms self-consciously over your breasts, showing prominently through the wet fabric.

Mistress tuts. "And after we've been so welcoming... Is this really the hill you want to die on?" They wait for you to undress.

[If you undress and step into the bath, go to page 2. If you refuse and continue to ask them to leave, go to page 3. If you try to escape back into the forest, go to page 4.]

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(Page 2) Well, they have been awfully welcoming and hospitable thus far, and you're likely to get pneumonia or hypothermia if you don't warm up quickly. Master and Mistress grin simultaneously as you lift your shirt up over your head, exposing your torso to the coolness of the room and the heat of their gazes; you swear that Mistress licks her lips as you hook your thumbs under the waistband of your skirt and pull it down, bringing your panties with it. You step into the bath with an audible moan as the warm water surrounds you, and Master closes his eyes like he's drinking the sound in.

As you scrub the dirt off of your arms and legs, you hear Master and Mistress whispering to each other but can't quite make out what they're saying. You keep your back turned to them so you don't have to see their objectifying stares. That was a mistake.

You let out a shriek as Master grabs both of your arms and holds them behind your back; you hear a click like the one you heard when you walked in, and a cold feeling dawns on you as you realise what was in the small box he was holding. Handcuffs.

Mistress climbs into the bath with you and sits on your legs, paying no attention to your screams or the water sloshing over the edges of the bath and soaking into her black dress. In fact, your struggling seems to excite her, grinding against your leg and moaning with pleasure, and she opens her mouth wide to reveal sharper teeth than is normal for most people.

Your screams echo across the bathroom chamber as she bites into your neck, sucking hard enough to bruise and lapping at your blood like it's the finest wine. After feeding, the vampire woman steps out of the bath and holds you in place, as Master climbs into the bath and takes her spot, biting you on the other side of your neck and taking his fill despite your screaming and struggling.

You black out.

***

When you wake up, it takes a second for you to orient yourself and realise that the events of last night were not just a dream. You check your neck — each side has a small, neat bandage carefully stuck on and you resist the urge to rip them off but reason that that would be stupid.

That's not all that's around your neck, either. A thin, studded collar with a bell is locked around your neck, and no matter how much you try, you can't find out how to get it off or even where the clasp is. Other than that, you're completely naked. "Fuck," you mutter as you realise that you've become a sex slave to two vampires.

You look around the room that you're in — you're back in the welcome hall where you first entered. You rush to check the door which is locked securely. Turning, you survey the room. Other than a rug in the centre, where you were lying before, and a table on your right with a digital clock resting on its surface, the room is empty. You notice that a note lies on the table, and you pick it up to read it. In neat, elegant handwriting is written:

My dear Teresa,

You've been so well-behaved, I'm sure you'll have no problems continuing to submit. Here in our tower, you'll find everything you could ever need. The days are yours — in the hallway you'll find the kitchen, the bathroom (as you've already been acquainted with) and your bedroom is filled with games, sports equipment, literature and toys of pleasure should you wish to use them. The nights, however, are ours. Each night at 9pm you are to sleep at the feet of your Master's bed (second room on the left) or my bed (second room on the right) and whoever you've chosen will wake you for a good fucking. I'm sure you will enjoy your time here very much. - Your Mistress

You look at the clock and realise with horror that it's 8:56pm.

[If you go into Mistress' room, go to page 5. If you go into Master's room, go to page 6. If you stay here, go to page 7.]

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(Page 3) "You've been very kind," you say in a fake calm voice, "but please try to be reasonable. I would really prefer it if—"

Master walks forward and, before you can do anything, has wrestled you into the bath and holds you down with one hand as he rips your shirt with the other.

"Hey! Stop!" you shout, struggling to fight him, but he holds almost supernatural strength as he effortlessly, impatiently strips you naked. Mistress laughs delightedly and walks towards both of you, touching herself through her black dress as she does.

You let out a shriek as Master grabs both of your arms and holds them behind your back; you hear a click like the one you heard when you walked in, and a cold feeling dawns on you as you realise what was in the small box he was holding. Handcuffs.

Mistress climbs into the bath with you and sits on your legs, paying no attention to your screams or the water sloshing over the edges of the bath and soaking into her dress. In fact, your struggling seems to excite her, and she opens her mouth wide to reveal sharper teeth than is normal for most people.

Your screams echo across the bathroom chamber as she bites into your neck, sucking hard enough to bruise and lapping at your blood like it's the finest wine. Excited by the way you fight her and scream, she fondles your breasts as she sucks your blood, squeezing each nipple in turn until they're inflamed and bright pink. After feeding, the vampire woman steps out of the bath and holds you in place, as Master climbs into the bath and takes her spot, biting you on the other side of your neck and taking his fill despite your screaming and struggling. He takes your right nipple between his thumb and index finger and pinches it hard.

You black out.

***

When you wake up, it takes a second for you to orient yourself and realise that the events of last night were not just a dream. You check your neck — each side has a small, neat bandage carefully stuck on and you resist the urge to rip them off but reason that that would be stupid.

That's not all that's around your neck, either. A thin, studded collar with a bell is locked around your neck, and no matter how much you try, you can't find out how to get it off or even where the clasp is. Other than that, you're completely naked, nipples still bright pink from being groped the previous night. "Fuck," you mutter as you realise that you've become a sex slave to two vampires.

You look around the room that you're in — you're back in the welcome hall where you first entered. You rush to check the door which is locked securely. Turning, you survey the room. Other than a rug in the centre, where you were lying before, and a table on your right with a digital clock resting on its surface, the room is empty. You notice that a note lies on the table, and you pick it up to read it. In neat, elegant handwriting is written:

My dear Teresa,

You've resisted us, but not to worry. We'll have a bit of fun with you and you'll come to love it. Here in our tower, you'll find everything you could ever need. The days are yours — in the hallway you'll find the kitchen, the bathroom (as you've already been acquainted with) and your bedroom is filled with games, sports equipment, literature and toys of pleasure should you wish to use them. The nights, however, are ours. Each night at 9pm you are to sleep at the feet of your Master's bed (second room on the left) or my bed (second room on the right) and whoever you've chosen will wake you for a good fucking. I'm sure you will enjoy your time here very much. - Your Mistress

You look at the clock and realise with horror that it's 8:56pm.

[If you go into Mistress' room, go to page 5. If you go into Master's room, go to page 6. If you stay here, go to page 7.]

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(Page 4) You eye the distance between you, the door, and the Master and Mistress who lean against either side of it. You don't like your odds, but you can see where this is going and you know that you have no choice.

You dash for the door, but with inhuman speed Mistress moves to intercept you and knocks your forehead with the heel of her palm, sending stars across your vision. She presses down on your shoulders, knocking you to the floor, and your knees bang painfully against the marble.

Master walks forward and, before you can do anything, has wrestled you into the bath and holds you down with one hand as he rips your shirt with the other.

"Hey! Stop!" you shout, struggling to fight him, but he holds almost supernatural strength as he effortlessly strips you naked. Mistress laughs delightedly and walks towards both of you, touching herself through her black dress as she does.

You let out a shriek as Master grabs both of your arms and holds them behind your back; you hear a click like the one you heard when you walked in, and a cold feeling dawns on you as you realise what was in the small box he was holding. Handcuffs.

Mistress climbs into the bath with you and sits on your legs, paying no attention to your screams or the water sloshing over the edges of the bath and soaking into her black dress. In fact, your struggling seems to excite her, grinding against your leg and moaning with pleasure, and she opens her mouth wide to reveal sharper teeth than is normal for most people.

Your screams echo across the bathroom chamber as she bites into your neck, sucking hard enough to bruise and lapping at your blood like it's the finest wine. Turned on by the way you fight her and scream, she fondles your breasts as she sucks your blood, squeezing each nipple in turn until they're inflamed and bright pink. After feeding, the vampire woman steps out of the bath and holds you in place, as Master climbs into the bath and takes her spot, biting you on the other side of your neck and taking his fill despite your screaming and struggling. It seems to turn him on, too, and he pinches your right nipple with one hand as he gropes your ass with the other, all the while draining you of blood. You black out.

***

When you wake up, it takes a second for you to orient yourself and realise that the events of last night were not just a dream. You check your neck — each side has a small, neat bandage carefully stuck on and you resist the urge to rip them off. That's not all that's around your neck. A thin, studded collar with a bell is locked around your neck, and no matter how much you try, you can't find out how to get it off or even where the clasp is. Other than that, you're completely naked, nipples still bright pink from being groped the previous night. "Fuck," you mutter as you realise that you've become a sex slave to two vampires.

You look around — you're back in the welcome hall where you first entered. You rush to check the door: locked. Turning, you survey the room. Other than a rug in the centre, and a table on your right with a digital clock reading 8:56pm resting on its surface, the room is empty. You notice that a note lies on the table, and you pick it up to read it. In neat, elegant handwriting is written:

My dear Teresa,

You've been so naughty! Not to worry, though, we'll have you trained and submissive in no time. Here in our tower, you'll find everything you could ever need. The days are yours — in the hallway you'll find the kitchen, the bathroom (as you've already been acquainted with) and your bedroom is filled with games, sports equipment, literature and toys of pleasure should you wish to use them. The nights, however, are ours. Each night at 9pm you are to sleep at the feet of your Master's bed (second room on the left) or my bed (second room on the right) and whoever you've chosen will wake you for a good fucking. I'm sure you will enjoy your time here very much. - Your Mistress

[If you go into Mistress' room, go to page 5. If you go into Master's room, go to page 6. If you stay here, go to page 7.]

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(Page 5) Second room on the right, just like the note said. There are no doors on any of the rooms; you pass the bathroom, which has been cleaned and looks immaculate, showing no sign of last night's struggle; a fully-stocked kitchen where a naked, collared maid cooks what you can only assume is your dinner; Master's bedroom on the left and Mistress' on the right. As you enter, you notice with some incredulity that everything is on the ceiling. An upside-down bed where Mistress is sleeping, an upside-down dresser next to her. Only a black couch with a bright red cushion is on the floor, and you curl up on it, trying to fall asleep despite your whirling thoughts.

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You're waken rather rudely by the smell of pussy, and you realise why when you open your eyes blearily — Mistress is straddling your shoulders and her naked pussy is indeed right in front of you. "Lick me to orgasm, slave," she coos, sitting on your face. Despite the warning in the note, you're still rather taken aback by how forward your Mistress is so it takes you a second to start tracing your tongue up and down. "Oh, what a good slave you are," she moans, "ye-e-e-s-s-s, just like that... Mmm..." You start sucking on her clit and she gasps before starting to grind herself into your face, groaning in pure ecstasy. You busy yourself keeping up with her speed, but evidently you start to disappoint as she gets up and clicks her tongue.

"I gave you an order, Teresa," she says, folding her arms in front of her sizeable breasts as you lick her juices off of your lips. "I wanted you to lick me to orgasm and your tongue game clearly isn't good enough to make me cum." She flies to her dresser and opens a drawer, pulling out some ropes. "And bad slaves need to be punished." You start to whimper and resist but she ties you face-down to the couch with your legs spread outwards and hands behind your back. This is becoming all too familiar, you think helplessly as she gags you with more rope tucked behind your teeth. She places a finger on your clit and you shudder as she drags it back to your ass before withdrawing it. You've just started to realise how turned on you are when she slaps your ass, and the movement makes you drip all over the couch.

"Oh, aren't we a naughty one!" she exclaims, spanking you again and again as you cry out, 'Ufgh! Ufngh! Gah! Unghh!!' She laughs at your shrieks and slides two fingers into your dripping pussy, hammering them into you several times before withdrawing them to slap you again. You scream around the rope at the stinging, burning pain on your ass and you imagine the shade of pink or red it must be now. Mistress waves her fingers in front of your nose so you can smell yourself. "You're such a little cumslut," she says. She spanks you more as you wriggle, trying to get free, but you have a feeling that all you're really doing is sticking your ass up more into the air and wiggling it around, tempting Mistress even more.

Her fingers return to your pussy and aggressively hammer in and out again, and your screams of pain slowly turn into screams of pleasure. Untying the rope around your mouth, Mistress asks, "Slave, I'm giving you another chance, because I am a kind mistress. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress," you mumble, trying to rub yourself against the couch to bring yourself to the orgasm just out of reach. "Cumslut," she says, slapping your face, and floats herself to the other side of the couch, placing her pussy just before your mouth. You strain against your bindings and slide your tongue into her, dragging it slowly in circles until she's moaning again and pulling your hair. You begin sucking on her clit and she moans, reaching around to grope your ass as she reaches her climax. You keep your tongue moving as she shudders in front of you, and she pats your ass affectionately. "Good slave." She moves behind you again and buries her face into your pussy, returning the favour as she licks your clit and slowly sucks on it as you scream.

"Oh, fuck, oh Mistress, I'm gonna cum, oh God, oh fuck, unngghhh!!!" Your body twitches and convulses as much as it can, bound by ropes as you are, as Mistress bites softly on your clit. You ride the waves of your orgasm, shaking and swearing, until you finish and collapse, exhausted, against the couch. Mistress withdraws and gives you a firm slap on the ass, then unties you. She starts to finger herself again and drifts into Master's room, presumably for more sex. Hours later, you wake up, with neither vampire anywhere in sight. It's 9am. What do you do?