The Fun House (My Ultimate Revenge) by MJ Vyxyn 69 by mj-vyxyn-69

This story contains explicit material in the following scenes:

• F/M, Tentacle/M

He awoke, covered in silks, his smooth skin caressed by the satin pillows he rested among, those ocean blue orbs opening slowly as he looked about, trying to turn his head. He winced, his muscles tight, as if he had been to the gym and worked out for hours on end. Thinking back, he realized that he should not be here, he should have been home, getting ready for work. What was he doing here? Memories flashed through his mind, remembering the dark eyes, the still form, then the silken coils of the Yuan Ti. He could feel himself getting aroused thinking of the delicious feeling of being violated by her tail, her fangs upon his skin, those tender talons raking across his flesh. A shudder traced through his built frame, and his hand snaked out, looking for Mary’s sweet lush form, a smile on those simple lips; he was aroused, and needed her body to relieve him. Sitting up, he looked about, noting that her side of the bed had been abandoned, and by the coolness of the sheets, it had been while he was asleep. Frowning, that fuller lower lip forming the perfect pout, he moved to get out of the bed, his ass a little sore; Mary had had him, right before he fell asleep, and his balls ached again for her touch, for her to release him once more, and he felt her swallowing every drop he had to offer.

Shaky legs lead him across the cold stone floor, to the heavy door of the room, and he paused a moment before he reached for the heavy iron ring. What lay beyond was as much a mystery as Mary was being, that dark seductress had been taunting his body, causing him great pleasure at such great pain. His arousal only throbbed in response to his thinking, reminding him that he needed to have her perform her special magic, her disarming touch. Those beautiful eyes opened as he opened the door, and moved through the portal.

Beyond the door, down the hallway, he could hear voices. One of them was Mary’s husky tones, speaking softly to S’slyndria, the Yuan Ti that had violated him, taken him and making him cum hard into the soft slit of her body, seeding her. She had told him that she was yet too young to conceive, that Mary had allowed her to take him in practice, to make him yeild, implant, then to become either her thrall or meal, should she choose either. He had thought that Mary was angry with him, that was why she had allowed the Yuan Ti to take him as she had wished. Again, he felt the heavy throb of his sizable member, reminding him that he would have to find Mary and soon, to become her toy once again, to cum hard into her lush, soft body. Slowly, he crept foward, edging to the door and listened to their conversation.

“Misstressss isss unhappy?”

“No, S’slyndria, I am not. It’s just that he came SO close, but it seems that he was more interested in you. I am only here to provide the fantasy, that lovely illusion, nothing more.”

“Misstressss, you are more than illusssion! You are….”

“Say it at your peril, Lyn….” There was a rustling, as if Mary were playing with many folds of fabric. “I like this black.”

“The green isss better…”

“You always say that!” There was another rustle of fabric. “Ah yes, the red! I think that would warm up my face, don’t you?”

“Jay will like.”

“I suppose.”

“Misstresss ssshhouldn’t hold back. Ssshe’ll get sssick if ssshe doesssn’t have sssexxx sssoon.”

“I’m fine, really. I don’t need sex.”

“Misstresss…”

“At your peril, Lyn….”

A frown creased that noble brow as Jay listened to the conversation. Mary? Becoming sick? She was nothing more than an illusion enacting fantasies? His head began swimming with all the questions, and he did not hear the slithering behind him until the hands wrapped about his shoulders. “What have we here?!?” Twisting and writhing, shouting and kicking, Jay found himself in the arms of a huge half-man, half-snake, perhaps another Yuan Ti in the service of that evil seductress Mary.

Mary and S’slyndria came forth, and Mary’s eyes became their dark and angry shade once again. “Jay….how nice of you to join us.” And she moved off back into the room. “Bring him,” came the order, and S’slyndria grabbed his flailing legs, dragging him into the room. Mary was wrapped in folds of red velvet, and it did indeed warm up her skin, making her more desirable, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders and breasts. Slowly, a dark, malicious smile curved the red of her lips. “I think Jay needs a lil lesson in eveasdropping. Bring him to the web.” The male Yuan Ti dragged Jay as S’slyndria slithered nearer to Mary.

“Misstresss takesss him now?”

“I don’t think so, S’slyndria. I think he’d rather be taken by…the Beast.” S’slyndria’s flinch worried Jay; she did not seem to be the type to flinch easily except from Mary, which was understandable, for Mary was to be obeyed. This only made him struggle more, trying to break the male Yuan Ti’s hold on him. This was to no avail, he was too strong, and soon Jay’s limbs were stuck fast to the giant spider’s web that was stretched from ceiling to floor. The creature to spin such a web had to have been VERY large, and a shiver ran through his excited frame. A motion from Mary, and the pair of Yuan Tis left her alone with the excited Jay. Her dark eyes traveled over his frame, settling upon the throbbing cock between his legs. Reflexively, her hand moved out, grasping it, stroking it firmly with her soft hand, causing Jay to move his hips, thrusting his hardened tool between her fingers, every silken, veined inch teasing the cunt of her hand. His eyes shut as his head fell back, the dark blond of his hair enmeshing with the webbing, a soft moan tumbling from his lush, simple lips. That wicked lil hand moved from his cock to his balls, weighing and fondling them, then moving farther back, still. He tried in vain to raise his hips, make it easier for her to press a finger into his asshole, reaming that tight almost-virgin opening, wiggling wickedly about. A sharp hiss as a smile crept over his face, his cock jumping, precum dribbling from the tip, shining in the light of the room. She watched him with those dark eyes, saw how he moved, twisting and writhing, feeling how his ass hugged the slim digit moving with him, hearing those soft sighs, and she then withdrew from him. Whimpering, he opened his eyes, looking up into the dark countenance of Mary. His body was begging for release, wanted her to be the cause, instead, she moved away, taking a seat once again, in full view of what was about to happen.

“Enjoy yourself,” she whispered, sitting back once again, crossing her long legs at the knee, and steepling her fingers and pressing the tip to her lips. Jay trembled in that open trap, knowing there was more to come.

It started as a sound….more of a presence, causing the hairs on the back of his neck to stand on end, and he twisted within the web to see. Mary’s eyes seemed to glimmer faintly, as if in some malicious glee at what would happen to him. His wide blue-green eyes stared at her, then he felt it…a soft, slow strand of…something… crept across his torso, and he yelped as it tightened about his middle, then another snaked about his neck, pulling him back against the web. Others moved against his body, invisible, silken, yet at the same time, strong and tight against his skin. Jay fought, body tensing as this unseen enemy pressed closer and closer, more and more of the strange tentacles wrapping about him, pulling him tighter to the web. Excitement raced through his body; was this really happening? He struggled feebly, finding himself bound by strange, unseen forces, his erect cock throbbing in the air, as if beckoning to Mary, his moans pleading with her to free him from his unusual prison. Still, she sat, watching, a strange smile curling her lip, fingers steepled and pressed to her lips, and he thought that he could see her almost shiver in anticipation.

Before he could moan again, something slipped into his mouth, pressing past his lips, laying heavy across his tongue. Surprise was on his face, and he felt his legs being spread, the webbing giving way to something larger than it, his arms pulled up and over his head. He felt that he was sucking a cock, feeling it sliding along his tongue, stretching his lips wide, making his jaw ache with how far he had to drop it. Eyes lidded softly, but not before he saw the full smile on Mary’s face as she sat upon her throne, legs crossed, this time a wonderful shiver across her form, nipples hardening under the velvet fabric, quite prominent in the garment. Another tentacle caressed his cock, pushing past it to play with his balls, tapping them lightly. His eyes widened with surprise as he felt it push farther back, then upwards, tickling at his asshole. Again he tried to twist and move, but to no avail as he was held fast, to be used and played with as if he were nothing more than a toy. Jay groaned around the mouthful he had, sucking harder as he was once again violated, that invisible strand disappearing into his asshole and wriggling about, exploring his nether regions, teasing and probing, then finally reaching a rythm, exiting as the one in his mouth was entering, then moving in the reverse, filling that tight hole again and again.

Tiny tongues, they were, teasing along his form, playing along his nipples, sometimes snapping them like tiny whips. Fingertips that belonged to no one traced along his inner thighs, pressing and fondling his balls, and finally, a slender one wrapped about his cock, simulating the banded muscles of a vaginal canal, rippling along his shaft, teasing him and stroking him. Bliss entered every pore of his being, feeling himself teased and pulled along this erotic trail…and he felt the tip of his cock teased, as if a slender tongue tip were trying to enter him through the slit of his cock. Eyes flew open as he felt that thin tendril slip into his cock, snaking its way down his shaft, there being the extreme discomfort of his cock swelling to nearly twice its size, and something trying to fuck him from the inside, out. Groaning and squirming, trying in vain to open himself further, feeling another slender tentacle wrap about his balls, tugging them softly as the invisible cunt continued to ripple along his tool, milking his cock. Tears streamed down his face as his legs were held out and spread open, allowing more of the other tentacle to rip into his asshole, going so deep, moving harder and stronger into him, he could feel his flesh tearing, bleeding, his cock ripping slightly down the middle as he sucked down another, feeling it moving into his belly. His body no longer his to control, all he could do was voice his ecstasy in a long, hard moan, eyes looking to Mary, seeing her sitting back, a smile on her lips, those dark eyes boring into his, reading his reactions, being the cold, calculating Mistress that she was. The thought of her being the cause of all this caused a bit of anger, but at the same time, a deeper connection, and he came, hard, tightening about the thrusting member in his ass, lips tight around that oral muscle, his cock nearly bursting at the seams as streams of cum cascaded around the slender intruder, and dribbled with a tint of red out of his cock, and down the throbbing shaft.

She stood, his violation was complete, and she made another motion. He was laid carefully onto a table, the invisible tentacles leaving his orifices, his body shuddering in the last throes of pleasure. her hand was soft against his skin, feeling the slight jerk of his muscles as they finally realized that they were no longer pulled into their tortured position. A shade floated nearby, and she gave it a mental command to bring her potion. Quick to obey its mistress, a blue bottled hovered within the darkness. Taking it, she popped the cork and poured the contents over his body, once again healing him, making him whole. Another shudder as he was healed, and his ocean orbs opened slowly, gazing upon Mary as she bent over him. “Rest, now,” she whispered, her lips so close, warm breath caressing his face. Nodding slowly, his eyes started to shut, becoming aroused once more, thinking of how many ways he could repay her.