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It was cold and damp. The air was thick with the smell of damp earth and a smell that resembled old pennies. Iron in the soil, most likely. Arthur’s head was pounding and his eyes were blurry. What happened? The last thing Arthur remembered was talking to a beautiful brunette at the strip club. But, she wasn’t a stripper. He didn’t remember anything else after that. Arthur turned his body and moaned. He was sore all over and it was so dark and cold. Wrists numb from the restraints, combined with a mix of fear and confusion. He wasn’t sure what was worse, the pounding headache or the fact he was shackled by wrist restraints and one shackle around his ankle with a long heavy chain that ran about 3 feet across the room to a solid metal pipe. He’d have to have welding materials to get out of this mess.
Arthur began to focus and tried to recall the events leading up to his predicament.
The brunette had something to do with this, he was sure. She was stunning. Leggy and tall with a gorgeous, round ass. He remembered having a few drinks with her. He remembered her sultry voice….
At that moment, he heard footsteps overhead, high heels clip-clopping across the floor in a very determined manner. Arthur realized he was in a basement and the footsteps were getting closer. A door creaked and a sliver of light appeared on the dirt floor in front of him. He squinted and tried to look up, the light temporarily blinding him. He could make out a silhouette, a female form, descending the stairs to the basement, with a small flashlight in her slender hand, having closed the door behind her at the top of the stairs. He could make out her form when she spoke, “Hello, Arthur, ” she said. It was almost a purr, but it was a sultry, deep, familiar voice. Yes, it was the brunette from the strip club. What had she said her name was?
“Don’t remember my name, huh, baby? Well, that’s alright,” she purred at him, stepping closer to him and letting him slowly take in her beautiful form. She was dressed in a form-fitting black skirt and blouse. Almost business attire, but sexier. She was wearing black stiletto pumps and stockings. Those legs seemed to go on forever. She wore her hair down around her shoulders; it was a beautiful dark brown, not quite black. She had gorgeous, piercing blue eyes, even in this dim light. He could see that her skin was flawless and she had an almost porcelain quality to her. She resembled a doll. He was lost in staring at her beauty, and then she spoke again, breaking the spell for a moment. “Arthur, I’m Elara. We met at the club the other night, remember?” I was telling you my story, and you passed out cold. So, I brought you here, to my home. You seemed like a lost, lonely soul that needed saving, and I’ve always been a sucker for a rescue”.
Arthur looked at her in complete terror. How could someone so lovely be so eerie and make his skin crawl at the same time? She continued on…” You see, I am destined to be alone forever until I can find someone to love me, true love.” “I sometimes feel as though I’m already descending into madness, but I’m fueled by the never-ending curse. My wife, Lilith, cursed me. She caught me cheating on her, and this (she gestured her hands up and down her body, accenting her curves even more) is her punishment. She gave me the perfect vessel for love, but it comes with a curse, ensuring I will never receive the devotion I need to break her spell. I never realized that all the time I was out doing whatever I liked and fucking whoever I wanted, it just gave Lilith time to hone her craft. Once she discovered my discretion, she punished me by turning me into the exact object of my own desires, except for one thing.” Slowly, she stepped back and began to lift her skirt. In the dim light, Arthur wasn’t certain, but could make out a bulge in her panties…was that…a penis? His eyes grew huge, and Elara laughed in a husky voice, “Oh, don’t be afraid of it now, Arthur, you weren’t afraid of it last night. In fact, I’d say you relished sucking this beautiful throbbing cock.” Arthur’s eyes grew wider and his mouth began to open, but no sound came out. “Arthur, sweet man. You don’t remember our night of fantastic lovemaking, do you?” “I can assure you, you loved every inch of this when it was in your mouth last night.” “We have all the time in the world, you know. I’m immortal, Arthur. Forever in this gorgeous young body. Never a wrinkle or a gray hair. You can be immortal as well, but you have to transform like I did.” It’s a very long process in many ways, and some, she quickly flashed her light into a corner of the room that revealed a pile of skeletons in various stages of decay, and that’s when Arthur realized the terrible smell was the smell of death and decay. Rotting corpses, as many as 20 or more in a heap, “just can’t commit.” But you’re special, aren’t you, Arthur? You will love me forever, won’t you, Arthur?” She threw back her head and laughed, a horrible, evil, maniacal laugh. “All you have to do is love me, forever, Arthur”.
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