A Trapped Witch by mikej4 

Literotic asexstories – A Trapped Witch by mikej4

This is my entry for the Halloween Story Contest 2023. Unlike my other two stories that were at least in the realm of plausibility, this one is clearly absurd. But hopefully it still serves as a fun Halloween read.

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Jessica paused to read the sign posted on the door. “ATTENTION: A tempting temptress of the arcane arts lies within. Her enchantments are as intoxicating as her sensual charm. Let loose, she’s a whirlwind of wanton whimsy. Can you enhance her restraint? She’s an engaging sight when secured, a delightful diversion when restrained. Step within, but prepare for her captivating magic!””

“Sexist tropes, wonderful,” she muttered, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she rolled her eyes. The evening had begun with a spirited group of five, excitedly hopping between haunted houses. However, as the evening wore on, her companions had disappeared. Two had veered off to other engagements, and two others, she suspected, were more interested in exploring each other than haunted houses, leaving Jessica to explore the last one alone.

This final house had thus far been rather lackluster. A few jump scares, eerie music, and a smattering of fog machines hadn’t managed to raise her expectations. But, undeterred, she pushed the door open and stepped inside.

Whatever she had been expecting, it wasn’t this. The room was devoid of any seductive witches, temptresses, or even a hint of the supernatural. She found herself in a peculiarly decorated room filled with an assortment of items strewn across the floor: faux chains, an assortment of ropes. A solitary table occupied the center of the room, accompanied by a chair placed seemingly at random. Tall cabinets lined the walls, one of which she opened to reveal more coils of rope. Suspended from the ceiling, a handle dangled enticingly, a small sign attached to it inviting her to, “Pull Me!”

Shrugging, Jessica pulled it, but nothing seemed to happen. “Maybe they ran out of time to finish this room,” she thought, feeling a touch of disappointment. It was time to move on, perhaps find a party somewhere. However, as she made to leave, she found her right foot caught in something.

Caught off guard, Jessica bent down to free her ankle from the peculiar contraption. Two metal prongs had sprung out, securing her in place. No matter which way she twisted or tugged, her foot remained firmly trapped.

“Oh, come ON,” she muttered to the empty room. She scanned the area for a tool, or anything that might help, but found nothing within reach. The cabinets had potential, but they were frustratingly out of reach. With a sigh of resignation, she realized that her only hope was to wait for someone to pass by.

Fortunately, she didn’t have to wait long. The door creaked open and a young couple sauntered in. Relief flooded Jessica. “Thank God,” she began, “Somehow I got my foot caught here. Can you help me, or maybe find a staff member?”

To her shock, the man chuckled. “Hey, that’s a nice touch,” he remarked to his date. “This room is the highlight of the house. I don’t know how they keep finding hot women for this part.”

The woman punched him playfully on the arm, feigning annoyance. She turned towards the cabinets, asking, “What do you mean, ‘hot’? Now … ‘Enhance her restraints,’ was it?” Jessica’s eyes bulged as she watched the woman retrieve a pair of handcuffs.

“Oh c’mon, baby, no woman could compare to you,” the man cajoled.

Jessica snapped out of her shocked silence as the woman approached with the handcuffs, the man reaching out to pull Jessica’s arms behind her back. “Wait! This is a misunderstanding,” she implored. “I’m a visitor, like you! I got got stuck, and …” She squirmed, but the man was stronger than he appeared, and her protests fell on deaf ears as the girlfriend snapped the handcuffs into place.

The couple retreated, holding hands. She pleaded for them to release her, to no avail.

The woman, looking amused, said to her companion, “They sure do hire talented actresses. But we should get going, Luis and Karen must be waiting.”

“Right!” he concurred. As they departed, he threw a final remark over his shoulder. “Enjoy the rest of your night!”

Alone in the eerie quiet, Jessica struggled to come to terms with her unexpected predicament. It had never occurred to her that the suggestive sign might have led others to perceive her as the temptress it promised. This realization set her mind racing, trying to guess at ways to convince the next guest that she was a fellow visitor, not an attraction.

As the door creaked open, Jessica immediately blurted out, “Look, I know the sign out there makes it sound like I’m part of the haunted house, but I swear, I’m just a visitor who got trapped and…” Her voice faded as the man, seemingly unfazed by her pleas, veered towards a cabinet.

With an air of self-satisfaction, he murmured, “Ah, just the thing,” and turned back towards Jessica.

“No, you don’t understand! I’m not… What are you doing?!” She protested, but the man seemed deaf to her pleas. He proceeded to secure a leather cuff around her free ankle, stretching her legs apart before anchoring the restraint to a table leg. Each guest so far was just getting her further from freedom.

Still crouching, the man indulged in her vulnerability, his hand creeping up the inside of her leg underneath her skirt, tracing a slow, deliberate path to her thigh before halting just at the edge of her panties. A shiver rippled through Jessica at the unexpected but not unpleasant touch, despite her disbelief at her predicament.

“Delightful indeed,” he said, repeating the process on her other leg, her breath hitching at the sensual touch. “Quite the bound allure,” he concluded, rising and heading for the door. Jessica watched him depart, her heart sinking as her hopes of a savior were dashed.

Jessica stood there, her mind going in circles, trying to reason a way out of this trap. Try as she might, she couldn’t think of a thing.

The door slowly opened again. A ray of hope sparked within Jessica. It was a man who looked to be around her parents’ age. Maybe, just maybe, he would listen to her.

“Hello, sir,” she began. “My name is Jessica. It’s a funny thing, really…” she tried to gesture with her chin towards her foot caught in the trap. “I was just passing through, like you, and now…”

She paused, taking a deep breath before rushing on, “People think I’m the witch the sign outside promised. They keep restraining me. But I swear, I’m not part of the show.”

The man was silent for a moment, a thoughtful look on his face as he appraised Jessica, then finally spoke, a reassuring tone in his voice. “Yes, yes, I think I can help you. There’s just the thing in that cabinet over there behind you.”

Relief flooded over Jessica. “Oh, thank you. Thank you so much.” She craned her neck to try to see what the man was retrieving from the cabinet. “What’s in there? Tools? I thought maybe there would be some tools, but I couldn’t reach, but now — uuhagh!”

She had completely missed the man coming back up behind her before he suddenly slipped something into her mouth. It felt like a hollow ring, trapped behind her teeth. She tried pushing it out with her tongue, but he was already pulling the straps tight behind her head, buckling it securely.

“uuhagh aue you noinh,” she tried to say, the ring gag distorting her speech, her eyes wide with surprise.

The man walked back around in front of her and said, smiling, “There, isn’t that better? No more using your siren song to trick passerby, sorceress!” he finished, chuckling at himself. “Well, that takes care of the first part, but I believe there was also something about a delightful diversion promised?”

Jessica could only watch as the man reached two hands out and began cupping her breasts, groping them roughly through her shirt. “Hghoch!” escaped her lips, but the man just chortled as he continued manhandling her, saying, “I knew that would be just the thing. You won’t distract me, witch!” To her surprise, as he continued, she again felt the stirrings of arousal within her. She had been curious about bondage before and what people saw in it but had certainly never imagined her first experience being in a haunted house with complete strangers.

After a few minutes, the man stepped back and, with a twinkle in his eye, said, “My thanks, young sorceress, for giving an old man such a captivating spectacle this evening. I could stay here all night with you, but I mustn’t hog all your time. Off to see what other trouble I can get into!” Then he made his departure, a grin on his face as he exited the door.

Standing there, trying to get used to the feel of the rubber coated ring forcing her mouth open, Jessica considered that each added restraint only made her look more like part of the show. And now that she’d lost the power of speech, her odds of being released had dropped precipitously.

Eventually the door opened once more. A woman, about Jessica’s age, stepped in, her eyes widening as she took in the sight of Jessica’s bound body. Jessica tried to ask for help, but what came out was unintelligible to even her own ears. Any hope Jessica might have felt faded as she watched the woman’s eyes light up with barely disguised lust. The woman didn’t even look in the cabinets, but instead walked straight up to Jessica and began unbuttoning her shirt.

The woman slipped Jessica’s shirt over her shoulders and down her arms, the sleeves trapped by her bound wrists. The woman, licking her lips, said, “You’re the yummiest thing I’ve seen tonight,” and started caressing the tops of Jessica’s breasts. Jessica closed her eyes, her emotions a whirlwind racing between frustration at being stuck, shock at how quickly her situation has changed, and her own growing desire from the attention being paid her body.

The mystery woman, her own arousal becoming apparent, soon reached into the cups of Jessica’s bra and pulled her breasts out. Immediately, she started sucking on Jessica’s left nipple while teasing the other one with her fingers. Jessica found herself arching her back in pleasure, starting to moan through the gag as the anonymous woman played with her boobs. After a minute or two, she switched to sucking on the other breast, her hands now tweaking a wet, saliva-covered nipple.