Love in Bondage

Gillian gasped, landing on the bed. The coller, seemingly of its own accord, latched around her neck. She gagged, feeling it tighten...just enough to make her have a hard time breathing, but not enough to actually kill her. Her hammer clattered to the ground, dropped as she clawed at the coller.

Vale walked to her, laughing melodiously. “Such a young girl” She murmured, her voice a burning fire in Gillian's ear, “Far too young to be here. But I think you still deserve...a reward for getting this far”

She spread Gillian's legs and nuzzled the damp spot in her pants with her nose, then her lips, tasting the wet jeans that Gillian wore.

Gillian gasped, “No!” She moaned, trying to put a quaver she didn't feel into her voice. She had to play the part...long enough.

Vale crawled onto Gillian, her fingers under Gillian's shirt. Each fingertip was freezing cold, spreading goose bumps over Gillian's skin. Vale tore and Gillian's shirt was in tatters, her young, pert breasts exposed. Jones stared, unable to move.

“Jones” Gillian looked at him, no longer in control. Vale's tongue was lapping at her cheek, her freezing hands squeezing her breasts. Gillian had never felt this way. Damn...this vampire had to be a master of sensory Blood Magic...

Jones blinked, some of Vale's control slipping away from him. Vale slipped her fingers into Gillian's crotch, causing the human woman to writhe with sensation, her neck straining against the coller, her back arching. Vale kept pushing, to Jones amazement, until her knuckles were in.

“You're so loose” Vale whispered, “Amazing for someone this young...unless you've been fucking longer then you should...”

Vale moved back to Gillian's body, rubbing her breasts against Gillian's. Gillian moaned as her nipples rubbed against Vale's shirt. Vale kissed Gillian's neck, “This will all be over soon”

Jones felt the control Vale had over him slipping. He realized what it was! Vale's powers were being stretched to their limit, controlling him, Jenny and Gillian! The more she controlled Gillian, the less she-

He took a step forward, then was frozen as Vale looked at him, smiling.

“Nice guess” She said, reading his mind, “But I was just having so much...fun” She twisted the hand that was inside Gillian, who screamed with pleasure, her back arching. The stake that she had dropped on her chest fell into her hand, but she couldn't focus.

Vale slipped her hand out of Gillian's pussy, making a slurping noise as she kissed Gillian's neck again. Then she opened her mouth, fangs ready. Jones was frozen, unable to-

Gillian's long years of training and experience (Which haven't happened yet, mind you) had taught her that a vampire is the most vulnerable when they were ready to bite. Her hand suddenly grasped on the stake that had lay forgotten on the bed, her pleasure overcome mind unable to notice it until this moment.

Vale bit down the instant Gillian stabbed her through the heart with the stake. Jones jumped, suddenly free of Vale's control, eyes wide as he stared at the stake that burst from Vale's back, blood streaming with it. Vale fell backwards, thumping onto the floor. She shriveled up and then blew into ash.

Gillian lay back in the bed, adrenalin pumping through her system. Now to get this collar off...

Jones stared at Gillian.

“Jones” Gillian said, “unlock this collar, please”

Jones was rock hard, staring at Gillian. Her sopping wet pants. Her tits, inflamed nipples, laid bare by her tattered shirt. He walked to her, somewhat in a daze.

Gillian sat up, straining against the collar. She knew the look in Jones eyes. But...the fetish!

Jones grabbed her left hand as she reached for the fetish. He forced it to the bed, then clamped the chain down on it.

“No, don't!” Gillian reached for the fetish with her right hand, but then Jones grabbed that, inhumanly strong, and yanked it back to the cot. He clamped a chain to that.

“Jones, listen” Gillian said, “Its the fetish! It's making you do this”

She wished she hadn't taken that damn stabilizer. She should have skipped back and destroyed the fetish, then killed Vale...less trouble that way...

Jones grabbed her right ankle, but she kicked him with her left. He staggered back, anger baring his teeth. He was like an animal, completely overcome by the magic of the fetish. Gillian was also feeling its effects. She was not...completely horrified by this course of events. Part of her, a part that was growing every second, wanted Jones to control her, to be a...man...

“Jones” Gillian said through tight teeth, barely able to control her body. Her hips wanted to move upwards, to meet Jones cock. She wanted to strain on the coller, to suck and fuck until she was dead. The fetish was no longer controlled by Vale, its magic acting uncontrollably. This could be dangerous. “Jones” Gillian stared again as Jones latched her left leg down, slipping his pants down. His cock was long and hard, and the sight of it almost set Gillian off.

She kept her control down, “Jones...I know its hard. But remember Jenny. Your girlfriend. She's still around. You can never truly free her until you break that fetish. Is this you? Are you some kind of animal who just fucks whatever he gets his hands on?”

Jones paused, a faint glimmer of his real self showing in his eyes.

“Break the idol. Break it, and we can be finished here”

Jones shook his head and moved onto the bed, Gillian's legs spread nicely, her pussy streaming wet. She was horny, she wanted it...but Gillian knew that it was magic. It was wrong.

“You know the truth” Gillian hissed, “This isn't a real lust!”

Jones looked at the fetish, one of his legs slipping off the bed. His foot hovered over it, not quite going down.

“Remember Jenny!” Gillian hissed.

Jones shouted in pain, and dropped his foot down. The fetish broke into a thousand pieces, a wailing spirit shooting out of it. Jones stood, his cock flaccid. He looked at Gillian and saw...a woman. A young, pretty woman. But he was in love with Jenny. Jones smiled. He knew...if he had taken Gillian he would never be able to look at himself in the mirror ever again. He undid the coller.

Gillian took the check and Jones walked out of the office. It was not as much as she normally took...but she supposed Jones deserved a break. She knew how hard it was for the untrained to resist magic that strong. She walked to Vales apartment, where the Police's Occult Squad was cleaning the place up. Being the Hunter who had been on the sight, Gillian had a duty to watch over the clean up.

She walked in. The police were sweeping up Vale's ashes and the bits of fetish. To Gillian's surprise they had already taken care of the cot. She was sure it had a bit of magic left in it, something they should look at.

“Where's the cot?” she asked.

“What cot?” One of the police officers asked.

Gillian smiled, faintly. She supposed...Jones did seem to be a bondage kind of man. Quiet, shy, very polite...definitely into bondage.

“Never mind” Gillian said, “I don't think it matters anyway.

“I can't believe you talked me into this” Jenny said, feeling the coller.

“You love it” Jones said, feeling her tits, feeling the rock hard nipples.

“I know” Jenny said, her ears poofing out slightly, her tail twitching, “Its just...you took a big risk, going after Vale”

“Well...I love you” Jones said, “It seemed like the thing to do”

Jenny was sitting on the cot, her legs curled under her, the coller a little tight on her neck. The other chains weren't latched...yet. She sat up, then fell back as the chain yanked back on her.

She sat up, coughing, “What did you say?”

“It seemed like the thing to do” Jones said.

“Before that” Jenny said, smiling.

“I love you?” Jones asked.

“I love you too” Jenny smiled, moving to the doggy position. Jones locked her there, strapping the chains to her legs and arms. She sighed, arching her back as Jones started to eat her out, kneeling behind the cot, his tongue stabbing into her pussy. Jenny fell forward, putting her right tit in range of her right arm. She started to massage herself, loving every second of it. She had never been this horny before, not even when Vale had been working her magic on her.

Jones moved to the front of the bed. Jenny strained, trying to suck his cock, but it was just slightly out of reach. Jenny whimpered, straining. She needed his cock!

Jones moved forward, taking pity on him. The delay made him taste all the sweeter. Jenny licked him, wanting to rub him with her hands...but they were chained. She licked under his cock, tracing a line from the base to his tip, feeling him shiver under her. She took the tip into her mouth, unable to take anymore because of the chain. Jones slowly pushed forward, sighing as her lips rubbed over his shaft.

Her lips bumped into the skin around his cock, his balls slapping slightly into her chin.

“Jenny” Jones hissed, “Do you want to marry me?”

Jenny nodded with the cock still in her mouth. Jones pulled back, gasping as Jenny's teeth bumped into his tip. It hurt slightly...but Jones almost ran around to the back of the cot. He slammed into Jenny's pussy, hard, and started to pump her as fast as he could. Jenny arched her back, moaning loudly.

“Cum inside me” Jenny moaned, “I want to have your babies! I want every drop of your seed in me! Oh yes!”

Jones groaned as his balls contracted and he came, spewing inside of Jenny. The chains rattled as she Jenny fell forward, her arms and legs shaking with emotion and sensation. Jones knelt and fell forward, his face slapping against Jenny's ass. Jones felt her tail play through his hair.

“So were you serious?” Jenny asked, looking over her shoulder, the coller clinking slightly.

“About?” Jones asked.

“The Marriage?” Jenny asked.

“Of course” Jones said.

“Good” Jenny sighed as he unlatched the coller. She stood and kissed Jones, her tail twitching. Jones felt her back, pulling her closer. They kissed for quite a time, but they never stopped loving.

Outside their apartment, a bum slept in an alleyway. He woke, with a start, when he felt a wind blow him in the face. A vague form appeared.

“I neeeeed youuuur boooody!” A voice hissed, barely audible in the air. A female form was visible for a second, a gorgeous woman that hovered in front of the bum. Then the form shot into the bums mouth and he died, slumping over. A second later his eyes opened and he stood, feeling himself over.

“This'll do...till I get my revenge on you...doctor Jones!”

*** To be Continued....?