by Maya Anders
“He’ll have an even worse headache when the police see this recording.” Eris tapped the pocket she’d put the DVD in.
“Then what are we waiting for? Let’s go give it to them.” Roxy looked around, then her face fell. “Uh-oh.”
“What’s the matter, Roxy-fox?”
Roxy swept her arms round the dungeon-like basement. “How are we going to get out of here?”
Eris shrugged. “The same way we got in—through the tunnel.”
“We can’t—the hatchway is locked. Drake spun the combination lock just before I clobbered him. We’re trapped in here.”
* * * *
“You’re an idiot.” Eris sat on the floor fuming. “Why couldn’t you have dropped the bad guy before he locked us in, instead of a carefully timed microsecond too late?”
Roxy pouted. “You know how it is—I’m just an assistant. You can’t expect a mere assistant to think things through. Of course, if I was a full partner it would be a different matter. And it’s not like I’m not qualified to be your partner. After all, I’ve got a degree in parapsychology—or I will do, when my undergraduate course finishes two and a half years from now. And I’ve got a black belt in karate. Not to mention fantastic tits and a really cute butt. And then…”
“Okay, you made your point—partner.” Eris got to her feet and looked around the basement. “Maybe I can pick up the right combination in another orgasmic vision. We could use some of the equipment in here.”
“Now you’re talking.” Roxy rushed over to the display of dildoes, and began to inspect them lasciviously. “There’s plenty to choose from…lots of different colors and sizes. They’re all the same general shape, though. No, wait a minute—here’s a funny looking one.”
The object she held up was made of shiny black silicone and had an asymmetric V-shape. One branch of the V looked pretty much like a standard dildo—an anatomically accurate phallus about eight inches long. The other branch, jutting off at an acute angle, was a thinner stem terminating in a large egg-shaped ball.
“Ooh, a strapless dildo!” Eris’s eyes lit up, and she snatched the thing from Roxy’s fingers. “I’ve always wanted to try one of these, but they’re much too expensive.”
Without further preamble, she unzipped her cat suit as far as it would go. Standing with her legs apart, she eased the ball end of the dildo into her vagina. She spent a few seconds adjusting its position, then took her hands away. The huge black phallus curved up from her crotch just like an erect penis.
“The ball is held in place by my vaginal muscles,” Eris explained. “Then when I’m fucking you, there are ridges on the back designed to stimulate my clitoris. That’s the principle, anyhow.”
“Let’s put it to the test.” Roxy looked round at the various racks, frames, and cages in the dungeon-like basement. “I don’t know what half of this stuff is for. It all looks very perverted.” She got down on all fours to inspect an arrangement of bars and clamps bolted to the floor.
Eris shrugged. “It’s all fairly standard BDSM equipment. You’re almost in the right position now.”
“Right position for what?” Roxy looked up questioningly.
“To use that doggy-bondage frame.” Eris came and stood over Roxy, her plastic phallus jutting up imperiously. “Just shuffle your knees a little further forward and spread your thighs wider apart.”
“Like this?”
“Perfect.” Eris bent down and snapped a pair of clamps shut over Roxy’s boots at the ankles. Then she did the same with another pair of clamps just below her knees.
“Okay, that’s your legs immobilized. Now for your forearms. You can see where the clamps are—just lean forward into position.”
Roxy glanced at her uncertainly. “Are you sure you’ve done this before?”
“Not exactly. But I watched an instructional video on the internet.” Eris clicked the arm clamps shut.
Roxy was now down on all fours, doggy style, with her calves and forearms clamped securely to the floor. She looked over her shoulder dubiously. “What are all these metal bars for?”
“They’re going to hold you in just the right position,” Eris explained. “At the moment you’ve got far too much freedom of movement. But we’re going to change that right now. Put your face down on the mat.” As Roxy did so, she swung a heavy stainless steel bar down across the back of her shoulders and locked it into place.
“Oooff!” Roxy felt her chest and face forced into the padded mat. “Okay, I think I’m fully immobilized now.”
“No you’re not—you can still wiggle your hips and butt. Not for much longer, though.” Eris knelt down and swung a padded bar up from the floor to Roxy’s waist. She locked it into position, forcing Roxy’s butt even further into the air than it already was.
“There—how does that feel?” Eris asked.
“Like I’m all set to be doggy-fucked. How does it look?”
Eris walked round and surveyed Roxy’s rear elevation. “It looks perfect from this angle. Do you always wear crotchless pantyhose and no underwear?”
“Always.” Roxy craned her neck to look over her shoulder. “Now stop talking and shove that strapless whatsit into my cute little snatch.”
Eris knelt behind her and pushed the tip of the dildo into Roxy’s eagerly waiting pussy. She was already thoroughly wet and aroused, and the huge phallus met only token resistance. Within seconds, Eris had plunged the entire eight-inch length into Roxy’s vagina. She gasped as she felt it push against her cervix.
“Ooh, I love that filled-up feeling. Fuck me hard and deep!” Roxy began to moan softly as Eris built up a steady rhythm, thrusting the strapless dildo in and out. She felt Eris’s hands gripping her hips, and tried to respond with movements of her own—but the multiple restraints made that impossible. She was surprised to discover how much she enjoyed that. The feeling of physical helplessness added to the horniness of the situation.
She could feel Eris grinding her crotch into her butt with every thrust, and remembered what the psychic detective had said about the dildo stimulating her clitoris. That was the important thing, after all. The ultimate aim of the exercise was to give Eris an orgasm, not herself. She had to keep reminding herself that this was work…sort of.
Roxy felt one last deep thrust, then heard that piercing, ululating shriek which she had come to associate with Eris’s psychic orgasms. Simultaneously, Roxy herself felt a wave of orgasmic bliss sweep over her whole body.
* * * *
After Eris had freed Roxy from the doggy frame, she found a box of tissues and used one to wipe her glasses. “Whew, that was the hottest thing.”
“Did it work?” Roxy asked eagerly.
Eris carefully put her glasses back on her nose. “I’ll say it did. That was the most earth-shaking orgasm of my life.” She cast an affectionate glance down at the dildo, which was still planted firmly in her vagina and jutting up proudly.
Roxy rolled her eyes. “I meant did the psychic detective thing work. Did you see what the combination is?”
“Oh, that.” Eris zipped up her cat suit, leaving a large penis-shaped bulge at her crotch. She patted it possessively. “Drake isn’t going to miss this. He won’t be throwing any more wild sex parties when he’s in jail for murder.”
“He won’t get to jail unless we find the way out of here.” Roxy almost screamed in exasperation. “What’s the combination?”
Eris blinked at her. “Didn’t I just tell you? It’s 123199…the same as the date on this DVD.” She tapped the pocket that held the disk.
Roxy dashed over to the metal hatch in the floor and punched in the combination. There was a reassuring click and she swung the trapdoor open. “Come on, Nancy Drew…let’s get going.”
Eris took a step toward the exit, then hesitated. “You do know that you’re dressed in nothing but knee-high boots and a few remnants of pantyhose, don’t you?”
“Eek!” Roxy looked down at herself and saw that it was true. “It’s not that I
mind showing off my natural assets to all and sundry, but it’s cold out there.”
She went over to the inert body of Hamilton Drake. With a little effort, she removed his white jacket. “You don’t mind if I borrow this, Mr. Drake? I’m sure the cops will have a nice warm car when they come to take you away.”
She held the jacket up and looked at it. “Hmmm…It just needs a little modification for my petite frame.” She ripped off first one sleeve and then the other. “There, that’s better.” She slipped it on and did up the buttons. It came down to mid-thigh—slightly lower than the dress she’d been wearing earlier that evening. “How do I look?”
“Stunning,” Eris said. “Almost as stunning as you did before you put it on. Now, what did you do with my flashlight, Roxy-fox?”
“Right here, chief.” Roxy picked it up from where she’d stowed it on the dildo rack. Flicking it on, she tossed it to across to Eris as the latter stepped down through the hatch onto the top rung of the ladder.
They crawled back through the tunnels until they came to the junction under the mausoleum.
Eris glanced up the stone steps, then shook her head. “We might as well carry on through the tunnel to the church. It’ll be warmer than walking back through the snow.”
Getting back on their hands and knees, they crawled through the other tunnel until they came to another vertical shaft and another rusty ladder.
Eris flashed the light in Roxy’s eyes. “Try not to tear your dress off, this time. The other ghost hunters will still be up there.”
The top of this shaft terminated in a stone slab instead of a metal hatch. With some effort Eris managed to slide the slab to one side and they clambered out. They realized belatedly that they were emerging from a dummy tomb inside the crypt of the chapel.
“Oh, it’s you two again. I saw a sudden spike on the heat-sensor readouts. I was hoping it was the ghost.” Kelvin, the dorky guy with all the electronics equipment, looked up from his instruments.
“A sudden spike on the heat sensors, eh?” Eris looked at him over her glasses. “That’ll be my new partner and myself—we’re pretty hot stuff.” She grabbed Roxy and pulled her close, planting a passionate kiss on her mouth.
There was a sudden loud bang.
“What’s that? New Year’s fireworks? Is it midnight already?”
“Not for another couple of minutes,” Kelvin said. “That bang you heard was one of my heat sensors overloading.”
“Oh, I see.” Eris turned her attention back to Roxy. “Let’s try to overload the rest of them.”
They were never quite sure if the bangs that followed were New Year fireworks or overloading heat sensors.
THE END
ABOUT MAYA ANDERS
Maya Anders writes both fiction and non-fiction, mainly on mystical, spiritual, and paranormal subjects. She spends a lot of time fantasizing about other women’s sex lives.
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