Chapter 29: The Present (FFF bond toy v sn)

Sonja inched down the stairs, a dark cloud hanging over her head. Her bare feet caressed each rough wooden step. She could feel the cool air against her pussy and nipples, but instead of getting her wet in anticipation, they only added to the discomfort of the sodden lump in her stomach.

Lunch had started playfully, but as soon as they realized they had to come back down, the joy had faded. The idea that her mother had been possessed by a ghost was one thing, somehow that didn't bother her, but now Sonja wasn't sure what to do. When she started her plans for kidnapping Betty and the bitches, it was a half-formed and vague plan. And she made a lot of mistakes on the way.

Now, she was at the cusp of having to do something about it. She could let them free and then spend the rest of her life in prison. Somehow, she didn't think Betty would just let it go. No, the blonde bitch would make sure that Sonja wouldn't survive it.

And then Betty would go after Meris.

Sonja realized the muscles in her jaw had tightened and forced them to relax before taking another step. No one would hurt her Meris, she would see to that.

Behind her, her lover crept down the stairs after her. She didn't say anything, but her breath came faster the closer they approached the bottom stair. Her hand trembled on Sonja's shoulder, the heat of her palm seeping into the skin and giving Sonja some comfort.

From down the hall, she could Betty and the others moaning. The soft cries of fear and despair brought a welcoming rush for Sonja. No, there was no chance she would let Betty going. The bitch was going to die and Sonja hoped that when the time came, it would be brutal and painful for all of them.

The thought of hearing Betty scream in terror bolstered Sonja's courage. She took the last few steps and walked into her workshop. The first hints of her excitement were already returning, the scent of her excitement and a tingling along her vulva and clitoris with anticipation.

It was tempered with the realization it was her own mother strapped to the guillotine. Seeing Gweneth on her back with her head through the lunette was discerning, to say the least. It was a position that excited Sonja in her dreams, and she had imagined at least one of her victims being strapped in it, but at the same time, it was her mother. Her own flesh and blood. The woman who fucked her in the middle of the night before things turned sour.

Gweneth's breasts rose and fell, straining the thin fabric of her nightgown. They were large and full, just as Sonja remembered from her dreams. She had touched and stoked them when her mother had seduced her. No, the ghost had done in Gweneth's body, not the other way around. But, the realization didn't stop the memories of soft skin and moans that they had enjoyed together.

Sonja glanced at Meris. She had never told her lover that she had fucked her own mother. It was one of those things that she held back, but she couldn't remember if it was because of Master Cold or her own fear of Meris finding out. Looking back, she also remembered how she felt weak around Gweneth when she was being fucked; it was the same strength-sapping heat that the ghost used against her earlier that day.

She let her breathe quietly and continued into the workshop. Her eyes never left her mother's body, tracing along the thighs that led to the junction between her legs or the rise and fall of the large breasts that almost matched her own.

It took a moment to come around to the front of the guillotine where her mother looked up from the lunette.

As soon as she came into view, Gweneth turned toward her. "Oh, Baby, what is going on?"

Sonja's knees grew weak at hearing the terror-filled voice of her own mother.

"Please, please, let me go. I don't know what happened? I shouldn't be here." Tears ran down Gweneth's face.

Sonja wondered if the ghost had left her mother. She reached out for the lunette, not to release her mother at first, but for balance. Her hand rested on warm wood, warmer than it should have been in the basement. She inhaled sharply and peered into her mother's face, looking for some sign of the ghost.

Shimmering eyes stared back at her. "Please, Baby, let me out."

Heat tickled Sonja's skin, just a ripple against her arm and fingers.

"Sonja?" whispered Meris. "Is your mother---"

Sonja shook her head and pulled back. "No, that isn't my mother."

"Come on, please just let me go."

"You aren't my mother," declared Sonja.

For a long moment, no one said anything. Then Gweneth's eyes narrowed. "There is a fine line between being vulnerable to that fucking ghost and being sensitive to us."

It was the dual-toned of the ghost and her mother that spoke out. Sonja jumped, though she didn't know why. It shouldn't have surprised her that the ghost was still there, or playing with her emotions. She gulped at her dry throat while looking at the seemingly helpless woman strapped to the guillotine.

"Had a nice lunch? Maybe had that cunt of yours lapping at your pussy because you spilled some food?" There was only venom in her mother's voice.

Sonja blushed hotly and glanced over at Meris.

Gweneth chuckled and twisted her body, straining at her bounds. Her head could only move slightly in the lunette, but the sight was remarkably erotic despite the confused emotions warring inside Sonja.

"Is... is her mother still in there?" asked Meris.

Gweneth smiled. "Of course, you stupid cunt. Do you think I could just kick out the cow's thoughts and move right in?"

"I-I didn't---"

"You didn't think. Of course you didn't. All you do is get off on seeing someone being butchered and being told what to do. Well, have your little lover over here yank the lever down and you can see my head roll." Gweneth's eyes narrowed as a cruel smile stretched across her face. "Don't worry, you can imagine you are right here, I won't mind."

Meris gasped and turned away.

Sonja snapped, "Stop that!"

Gweneth turned her head to look at Sonja. "Or what? You'll kill me? I'm already dead. The only think that would happen is that you'll have snuffed your own mother. Just like you dreamed about doing."

A warmth seeped into her skin, pushing back the cold of the basement. Sonja felt it before, it was the ghost's influence. She shook her head and stepped forward to move her feet to a colder spot. "Let my mother go and just leave us alone."

Gweneth laughed. "Let her go? She's in her by her own consent. She knows fucking well what I'm doing."

"You were going to kill me! My mother---"

"---wouldn't what? Kill her own daughter to keep her meteoric rise in her company? To take advantage of my powers to dominate meetings, silence people, and gain control over those fat fucks in charge of her company? What do you think she's been doing while you've been fingering your cunt and using that girl," she nodded toward Meris, "as your own personal fuck slave? She's been taking over."

Sonja closed her mouth and tried again. "My mother would never try to kill me."

Gweneth smiled broadly. It looked strange with her on her back and looking up at Sonja. "Do you really think your mother would have hesitated when I told her that she would have all this power as long as I could torture and snuff you?"

Sonja wanted to deny it, but the ghost was right. Her mother would do anything for her career, including drag both of them without notice to California just to follow the job.

"Yes," the ghost said in a low voice, "you know it. No, your mother is just like me, that is why we got along so well. Even on that first night, she opened her legs and mind to my offer. A promise of riches and power, all for spitting her fucking daughter."

"T-The first night?" Sonja didn't want to believe it.

"The first night. When you were sneaking around the backyard like a slut, I was watching from the window while fucking your mother's skull at the same time. Her sweet ass was mine and we both came when you crawled into that oven. If I could, I would have fired it up right then and there."

Gweneth's hips rose and fell, her body twisting against her bounds and her nightgown. "Fuck, that would have been hot and your so-called Cold would have lost his pawn in this little fucking game."

"Stop it."

Gweneth's eyes grew wider. "You never told me to stop before."

A tingle ran along Sonja's nerves, a growing fear.

"In fact, I remember you moaning quite nicely when you were sprawled out on your bed with my fingers buried in that tight cunt of yours."

The soft, mocking voice echoed in the room.

Meris gasped and stepped back.

Sonja felt sick to her stomach. A heat washed over her, sapping her strength. It pinned Sonja in place it and it took all of her effort to turn her head toward her lover.

Meris was almost against the wall, her face ashen and her hand over her mouth.

Sonja whimpered and opened her mouth, but no words came out. The heat poured through her, holding her tightly despite Gweneth being bound on the guillotine. She wanted to reach over and yank the hand, to snuff the ghost and end it, but she couldn't.

"You know it's true, cunt," Gweneth said in her dual-toned voice. "That other perfume you caught when you were going down on your lover? That was my own juices smeared all over Sonja's cunt when we fucked for hours on my bed."

Sonja wanted to lash out, to strangle the bitch. It was true, shamefully so, but she wanted to say something.

Tears shimmering in her eyes, Meris looked at Sonja.

Sonja strained to cry out, but the heat pinned her in place.

"I've seen you looking at that big strap-on my dresser? You know where that has been? In both of us," Gweneth chuckled. "I buried it balls-deep into Sonja's pussy."

"Sonja... is that true?"

"Of course it is," answered Gweneth. "You know that little high-pitched moan she makes when she comes? I've heard that so many times."

Tears ran down Sonja's cheeks as she fought against the ghost's heat powers. She looked pleadingly at Meris, trying to break free.