Trapped (Part 1)

Ash joins the club

(Rebooted) (Link to Part 2 at the end)

The glowing embers were the only remnants of the ceremony. I poked them with the stick I’d found on our hike earlier, watching the last of the party walk away, climbing the stairs to heaven. Behind me, soft lights flickered on one by one as each of my new friends began to get ready for bed. I turned, watched Patti’s slender form climb the steps, her black shorts barely covering her perfect ass. I watched her move, each step, one after the other, how her legs moved, how her shorts shifted, revealing just a little of her bottom, and I wondered.

A soft breeze sent goosebumps crawling across my arms, and I shivered, turned back to what had once been a roaring fire, a dozen screaming, chanting, wine-swilling women dancing around mostly naked for hours. I smiled, thankful for the invite - my first time with these cool chicas and what I hoped would become my tribe.

“Still out here?” It was Melanie. She lingered in her hiking shorts and boots, tank top, her dirty blonde hair pulled up in a ponytail. She hadn’t changed after the hike, said she liked the sweat, liked to feel the dirt under her short, chewed nails. It meant she was alive. Maybe she was gay. My gaydar was mostly non-functional, but she had the look of a priss, a girl who could wear a ball gown with the best of them, so I wasn’t sure what she, who she was into. She settled in beside me on the weathered log, cast a glance at the fire and turned to me. “Fire’s almost out.”

“Yeah, just wanna make sure the fire is out. You know - forest fires and all. Wouldn’t want this place to go up in smoke.” I offered a sort of chuckle, a smile, and watched the light dancing in her emerald green eyes.

“Good. Important, for sure. We don’t want the fire to go out.”

“I mean.” I looked away, swallowed. I poked the embers again, moving them around a little more to let them cool. “I mean, if the fire doesn’t go out, I’m just gonna be stuck out here.”

“Hmm,” she grunted, her eyes still on me. I didn’t want to look back over, but something was tugging at me to find those green eyes again, that crooked way I’d seen her smile, the one I knew was directed my way now. “Dangerous out here all alone.”

I nodded, still fixated on the embers, inhaling the scent of charred wood all around, the pine, my own sweaty pits, Melanie’s wine-laced breath. We’d danced and drank, and sang and drank, and danced and chanted and drank. The wine fridge was stocked, and the pinot noir was on point, I had to admit. Give me a heavy pour, a heady pour, a song and a frolic with a chorus of beautiful half-naked women in the deep woods on a night when the moon is just a sliver and the Universe is looking down on you.

“You’re not going with the others? Most of them look like they’re ready for bed.” I looked at her, felt my nipples harden when she smiled again, and then my eyes drifted up to the cabin. Or was it a treehouse? Whatever it was, it was amazing, a totally luxe glamping experience, just like the website claimed.

“I don’t think they’re ready for bed yet. I promise you no one is sleepy. We’re just moving the party inside.”

“Except for me, um, and you.” I tried to look away, to turn my head, to find the fire proper and not the fire in her eyes. But she leaned in, catching my chin in her warm hand, her slender fingers running the length of my jawline as she leaned in, pulling me forward.

“Except for me and you. Yes, just us, Ash,” she whispered, crushing our mouths together, her tongue pushing through my lips to find mine waiting. I exhaled a moan as I felt an otherworldly rush cascading through my body, a bloom of heat in my core and the sudden overwhelming need for her to touch me, kiss me.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck me.

Before I knew it, she’d untied my top, dropping the strings from around the back of my neck and pulling down my halter. My nipples hardened to diamonds in the cool night air, but pliable diamonds, diamonds that her fingers found, pulling, aching, twisting, groaning as she mauled my tits. I gasped when her lips broke away and found my left breast, my nipples begging for her mouth, my mind sending out silent prayers as she sucked on first one, then the other, pulling on them with her teeth and drawing loud, breathy cries from my lips.

“Ash,” she whispered when her mouth found its way to my neck, “have you ever been with another woman?”

I whimpered, shaking my head, words forming in my mind but unable to make their way to my mouth when her fingers slid into my running shorts and found my pussy. Did it matter that the answer was “no”? The way her mouth felt on my nipples, the way her fingers felt sliding inside me and rubbing against the front wall of my cunt was driving me insane. It was all I could do to hold on to her, my hands clutching her shoulders, the back of her neck, desperate to pull her into another deep, long, desperate kiss as she began to fuck me. My hips rocked in unison with her thrusting, my breath ragged on her neck as I clung to her, felt the pleasure build rapidly, spreading throughout my entire body as if I was guitar string she plucked, as if I was a song she played, my moaning into the night the harmony.

“I want you naked,” she said suddenly, steel in her voice as she pulled her fingers from my eager pussy.

I let out a some sort of animal sound when I felt the sudden emptiness, let her pull me to my feet, and then she was pulling my shorts off and pulling me into her lap. I straddled her, naked and hungry for her touch, my entire body trembling as I made contact with her skin, felt the heat of her touch, saw the dancing bonfire in her eyes.

“Remember the words, Ash,” she said, her fingers dancing over my body, finding my cunt, her thumb sliding across my clit. “Say them with me, Ash.” The bonfire raged, a dozen figures dancing around it, wine glasses in hand, an incantation spilling out into the night, the waxing crescent moon lingering over the trees as if it was watching our ritual.

“By the power of the moon and stars we trust,

I call upon the demons of sin and lust,

Grant me this gift, this carnal spark,

As I seek pleasures that feed the dark.”

The words rolled off my tongue, my head, eyes closed, repeating the incantation out into the Universe just as we’d done countless times over countless bottles of wine. Her fingers found me again, plunging inside, my clit swollen and throbbing, aching for her touch, even her tongue. I could see it in my mind’s eye then, her face between my legs, fiery emerald eyes locked on mine as she drove me on to passionate cries and an orgasm that I would willingly give her time and again if only she would linger and tease and suck and bathe me with her tongue.

The words went on, and my voice fell into step with hers immediately.

“By the light of the sliver moon so bright,

May our desires be granted by this rite,

May passion and lust fill my sight,

I embrace the dark, enchanting might.”

“So mote it be.”

And with the last word, the sky crackled, the whole glade shuddered with the boom of thunder, and clouds roiled into view overhead. There was electricity in the air, and it was if I could feel energy shifting all around me, pushing and pulling, swirling and then plunging, diving, pooling in my chest, my belly, my core, my pussy sizzling with energy as she fingered me closer, closer, closer, so close, the orgasm just there, just on the edge. I screamed out into the night in frustration, Melanie’s voice joining me, her throaty moan full of lust and carnal satisfaction.

And then her fingers were gone, leaving me empty, my hips bucking against nothing, desperate to be tipped over the edge. Just a moment longer, another thrust, anything. I was so close, so close! I blinked, finding her green eyes, the fire now low and smoldering, her fingers in her mouth, sucking gently, a wry smile on her face as she savored my juices.

“Melanie?” I could feel my heart thudding in my chest, feel my clit pulsing in time. I stared into her eyes, and was met with the most intense rush of pure lust I’d ever felt, a tidal wave of need washing over me like electricity until every inch of me seemed to smolder, to burn, to blaze.

“Inside. Now.” Those were her only words as she pushed me off her lap and pulled me forward through the grass. The sky crackled again, and I groaned, almost doubled over, another rush of endorphins, adrenaline, something that seemed to tingle every nerve ending, something that sent a wave of lust flooding my pussy. “Keep moving,” said Melanie, pulling me up the steps to the vast, luxurious treehouse we’d rented for the week.

“My clothes. The fire. Melanie,” I said, my voice breaking as I tried to form words, to push beyond the sensations that were wracking my body. “Melanie, I thought we were…”

But the words cut short when she spun back, the fire burning in her eyes again. “Fucking? Touching? Kissing?” Each word hit me with a new wave of lust. I could smell my pussy on her breath, and it was everything I could do not to climb on top of her as each syllable spilled from her cherry red lips. “Oh, my beautiful doll, we are. But you’re new to the group, and this is your initiation. The trap spell will last until the next waxing crescent moon, and until then, well, we’re going to have our fun with you. You’re going to be our luscious, lusty little doll for the next month. You’ll see,” she said and smiled, pulling me to her and pressing her lips to mine.

Read Part 2 right here and stand by for more!

Author’s Notes: Just bringing this gem back around while I take a little break with the in-laws. At the end of part two (there are only two parts to this story), I will be taking suggestions for what happens next! And then, we’ll get going on some new storytelling.