Love in Bondage

Jones woke with a start. He looked around, the bits and dribbles of his dream drifting away like a fog. There had been the clink of chains, Jenny...a vampire.

Jones shook his head, looking around as he blinked. He was in Jenny's apartment, Jenny laying next to him, her tail twitching under the blanket. Jones' felt his cock shift. She looked very attractive, not just sexy, but...attractive, the sunlight streaming through the window playing over her face, over her long, furry ears, over her pert nose wiggling slightly as she sniffed, still sleeping.

Jones sighed, laying back down and wondering what the hell he was going to do over the next few weeks. He had to get back to the Collage and start teaching again...but that was looking more and more stifling the more he thought about it. His mind wandered down some...serious relationship avenues. Marriage popped into his mind more then once.

Jenny's left eye opened and she stared at him.

“Hey” Jenny murmured, rolling onto her back, her ears poofing out slightly as she did so, “Have a good sleep?”

“Yeah” Jones rubbed his temples, a sudden splitting headache attacking, “Weird dream...I had a weird dream”

Jenny looked concerned, sitting up. The covers slid of her chest, showing her pert breasts. Jones moved onto her, grinning, “Nothing”

Jenny kissed him, pulling him onto her, her tail starting to twitch faster and faster. Jones felt her breasts, kneading them slowly, teasing her nipples to full erection.

Jenny lay back, spreading her legs. Jones wasted no time, grabbing his already hard cock and maneuvering it to the right position. Jenny tensed in anticipation and Jones thrust into her. Jenny was still hot from yesterdays...excitement. Jones had had his memory wiped by Vale...but Jenny knew that blood magic had erratic effects on humans. Some were resistant...some would remember.

As Jones pumped Jenny, gritting his teeth as his bails slapping against her tights. Her tail wiped around. Jones grabbed her hips, pulling out slightly and spinning her around to a doggy position. Jenny rested on the pillows of her bed, her breasts rubbing against them. She grabbed her right tit, moaning. Her tail beat against Jones chest, a light furry rhythm that just made him more excited.

Then-

A flash. Jenny strapped into this same position, chains strained against by her body, a woman in the shadows

Jones paused.

“Honey?” Jenny looked over her shoulder, throwing her hair back slightly.

“Nothing” Jones sighed, looking back at her smooth ass, trying to get back into the patten of fucking.

But it didn't work. He sighed, sliding out of Jenny slowly.

“Are you okay?” Jenny asked, rolling onto her back, feeling empty and disappointed. Jones sighed, rubbing his head. He was trying to break through some kind of a barrier, as if there was something in his mind...

“I have a headache” he said, somewhat lamely.

“Well” Jenny sighed, “Why don't you take some aspirin”

“Right” Jones stood, sliding off the bed and pulling his pants on. He walked out of the main room of the apartment and Jenny chewed her lower lip, wondering if...maybe he'd remember. Jenny wasn't sure if that was good...or bad. She pulled her legs up to her chest, her tail twitching nervously as she sat.

Jones walked into the bathroom, looking around for some aspirin. The floor was slippery of the shower Jenny and he had taken last night...or had they? He took a step. The floor suddenly slipped out from under him and he banged his head against the wall of the bathroom.

Jenny sat up, yanking her fingers out of her cunt. She had gotten board, okay. She stood and ran to the bathroom, worried that Jones had hurt himself.

Jones got to his feet, feeling his head. He suddenly remembered Jenny strapped into a cot, her neck chained, the chain straining as she tried to suck his cock. It was incredibly erotic, the image of her hot body barely held back by the chains, straining to get to him, to pleasure him.

Jenny walked into the room, her body as incredible looking in real life as in the memory. Jones stood, feeling his head and sighing, his cock slowly becoming flaccid as he focused on the pain of his head. He remembered following Jenny to a apartment. He could remember the apartment...and a vampire.

“Jenny” Jones said, thinking furiously, “What time is it?”

Jenny poked her head out the door and looked at her clock.

“Uh...twelve O'Clock” Jenny said, “Why?”

“Shit!” Jones said, standing, “I have an appointment”

“You do?” Jenny asked, looking surprised.

“I'm sorry” Jones said, “I forgot to tell you. But don't worry. I'll be back in a few hours...and then we can get back to business” he grabbed her breasts, kissing her.

“See you later” Jenny waved as Jones walked out. Jones shot one last look at her. She was wearing one of his shirts with nothing else, something Jones found incredibly sexy. There wasn't much that he didn't find sexy about her, actually. He walked down the stairs and out of the apartment building, hating to lie to Jenny. He'd make it up to her...free her form the sadistic bondage she seemed to be in.

Thinking about the bondizem made his cock stir in his pants, making Jones feel shamed. That was sick, that was disturbing...that was turning him on. He shook his head, trying to clear his head. Jones walked to a phone booth and started to read through the phone book, looking to the H's. His finger stopped, finding “Gillian Smithson, Hunter, Vampire”

Gillian was sitting in her office, playing with her pen as she did so. Newspapers lined the walls, tales of her exploits and adventures. She really should take those down, eventually, seeing as how none of them happened earlier then five years ago. Gillian was officially the 'youngest' Hunter (eighteen going on eighty three) in existence. But, as she liked telling the others, it was the Time Machines fault that half of what she had done happened haven't happened...yet.

“Hello” A man was in her office, looking around.

“Hello” Gillian stood, taking this sudden appearance in stride “Who are you?”

“Uh my name is Jones...and this is a bit embarrassing”

Gillian suddenly flashed forward. Her hands were stabbing into a female vampire's chest, blood flowing over her stake. Gillian focused and slipped back to what was happening now.

“What is it?” She asked.

Jones stared. The Hunter had...vanished for a moment.

“Oh...that” Gillian said, “It's the Time Machines fault, okay. Just ignore it”

There was a knock on the door.

“Come in” Gillian said, sitting up. Jones walked into her office, looking very embarrassed and a little lost.

“Hello” he said.

“Hello” Gillian sighed, resigned to having to live through this again, “Who are you?”

“Uh...my name is Jones...and...did I already say this?” Jones stopped, feeling a strong sense of Deja-Vu.

“Hey, you noticed” Gillian smiled, “Thats a first”

“The Time Machine?” Jones was suddenly sitting in front of her desk, looking slightly less embarrassed, “What...wait...I'm confused”

“Its normal” Gillian said, “Because in 1920 I dabbled in Time Magic. Wanted to live forever. Not exactly the...smartest thing to do, right? Well I've been unstuck in time for eighty years now, pretty much permanently eighteen”

“So you'll do the job” Jones asked, suddenly standing and shaking Gillian's hand

“Sure” Gillian said, also standing., “We should go together. The vampire won't be awake for another twelve hours or so”

Gillian was sitting again, quite annoyed. Jones was no longer in her office. A few seconds later a knock sounded on her door. Then Jones opened it.

“God damn it” He said, “This is really getting annoying”

“It's normally not that bad” Gillian sighed, opening her desk drawer and pulling out a bottle, “Normally I can control it better. This'll help”

“Why don't you drink that all the time?” Jones asked. The space/time in the room seemed to settle. Everything snapped into its proper place and time. Jones realized how trying it was to know that Gillian had already accepted the job he was going to ask her...before he had even told her what the job was.

“Because I like seeing whats going to happen...or whats not going to happen. Half the things I 'skip' forward too...don't happen because of decisions I make. I got used to skipping, damn it, and then this time stabilizer came around...and well I'm more used to skipping forward than staying put” Gillian said, “Now...what is the job?”

“Well” Jones said, “It's...embarrassing. But my girlfriend seems to be in the thrall of a Vampire”

“Oh” Gillian said, “Is it voluntary...”

“Chains” Jones said, feeling more embarrassed every second, “Chains and giving blood. And magic, I think”

“What makes you think that” Gillian asked.

“Well I didn't remember what had happened until I wanged my head on the bathroom wall” Jones said, “Still just flashes...”

Gillian made a soft humming noise, mulling this over. Her clock clanged loudly. She looked at it. IT was twelve thirty, thirty minutes before it should be going off. Gillian punched her clock and it stopped clanging. She looked at Jones, wishing she had not taken her stabilizer. What she wouldn't give to skip forward and see if he was lying or not.

“I think I'll believe you for now” Gillian said, “Take me to the vampire's lair”

“This is it?” Gillian asked, looking around the dingy apartment. Most vampires wouldn't be caught alive in a place like this.

“This is it” Jones said, looking at the cot. Chains dangled from five places on it...one of them the large coller that Jenny had been attached too. A sudden image of her in this position appeared to him, her tail up and egar, her face smiling as she strained against the chains. His cock hardened and he looked away, ears burning.

“Hmmm” Gillian knelt next to the bed, sniffing it. It smelled like sex. Lots of sex, actually. She looked at the chains and felt them. A faint feeling in her chest made her slightly uneasy. She stood, ignoring Jones' discomfort, and walked to the coffin. She cracked it open. A dessicated carcass stared back at her, a woman, her long red hair looking grungy and dead. Gillian shut the coffin.

“Its a vampire in there,” Gillian said.

“What do vampires look like in their coffins?” Jones asked

“Ugly,” Gillian said, “Normally they have to put of the facade of life. In their coffins they can relax...look dead for about twelve hours”

“Right,” Jones said, wondering if his erection was visible in his pants.

“Indeed,” Gillian turned away, trying to find something else to look at. The feeling in her chest was getting stronger, her nipples rubbing against the inside of her shirt...as if they were erect. But that was silly...

She walked to another door in the back of the apartment, one that was almost hidden by the shadows in the place. She opened it. It was a closet with...Gillian reached in, not quite sure what to make of it. It was a statuette of a woman with huge breasts, quills running down her back and a tail flipping through the air. Gillian stared at it, the feeling she had solidifying into something nameable. Lust. Hot, dead serious lust. The kind of lust that made people rip their clothes off and just fuck the nearest person.

“I found it” She said, “This is definitely a fetish”

“Eh?” Jones asked.

“A magical item that imbues its nature...in others” Gillian turned around. Jones' erection was very obvious, tenting his pants, “This is...Lyndysisan or something, one of the minor daemons...she controls Lust I think”

“Oh” Jones said, his mind filled with images of Jenny chained and bound. Gillian floated their too, and the vampress, each waiting for him to pleasure them, chains straining.

“We should destroy it” Gillian said.

“I think not” Vale's voice was sweet as she stepped out of the coffin.

“Shit” Gillian dropped the fetish on the ground, reaching for her stakes and hammers.

“I think not” Vale reached out with blood magic, a faint blackness in the air wrapping around Gillian's neck. Jones was paralyzed, the spell Vale had put on him returning in full force.