The Cathexis House hive was well known to the locals. A huge tract of farmland just outside of town, it was rumored as a woman-run ‘cult’ of some kind. The mystery surrounding it wasn’t of it’s own making, the residents there where very open and inviting to anyone who wished to know more… they even ran a restaurant/bar/night club of sorts on the premises, open to all. It’s there that most of the rumors began. About the strange conversions and sometimes, disappearances that seemed to go on there…
“You know this is a Gynarchist club, right?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Yes, I know. That’s why I came,” he replied, blushing.
“Good,” she said, a confident smile playing on her lips. “So, are you looking for a dominant woman… like me?”
“A dominant like you,” he answered as if he couldn’t lie or resist her questions, the words spilling out before he could even think.
“Good,” she purred, her eyes sparkling with intrigue. “Well, I’m looking for something very, very long-term. How does that sound?”
He could hardly believe she was interested in him at all, but he wasn’t about to let this chance slip by. “Yeah, that’s exactly what I’m looking for too.” he replied eagerly.
“Good,” she replied with a playful smile. Her gaze turned more intense. “So tell me, what would you be willing to give for the best hand job of your life?”
He laughed nervously at the unexpected question. She was so forward! Where all the women here so… empowered? Glancing at her but feeling himself drawn to every little detail – the way her eyes sparkled under the lights, the playful smirk tugging at her lips, and the unmistakable curve of her figure and swell of her breasts that seemed to pull him in like gravity.
“Depends on the deal,” he replied. Trying to act worldly and nonchalant and unfazed by her directness, he matched her smirk with one of his own.
She leaned in, her lips brushing close to his ear, and her voice dropped to a whisper, her tone wickedly playful. “Would you… surrender your soul to Lilith?” She pulled back slightly, meeting his eyes, her own full of mischief. “For the best hand job of your life?”
“I thought you said your name was Viola? Who’s Lilith?” he murmured back, trying to keep his cool despite his pulse racing. “And what makes you so sure it’d be… worth my soul?”
Her eyes narrowed and she leaned in even closer, her lips just grazing his ear as she whispered, “I meant surrender to me. Trust me, you wouldn’t find better even if you searched every corner of the earth.”
He swallowed hard, caught off-guard by both her confidence and the boldness of her proposition. She leaned back, her hand casually trailing down his arm, the faintest brush of her fingertips that left a trail of tingles in their wake.
“So?” she teased her voice a soft purr that made him shiver. “Are you man enough to make a little deal tonight?”
He felt himself drawn further in, the pulse of the club fading into the background as he stood there, utterly captivated by this woman who seemed to be both temptation and challenge rolled into one.
He couldn’t help but laugh, shaking his head at not only the boldness of her proposal, but its absurdity. “Sell my soul for a good time? You people out here are really committed to this womens’ cult act, aren’t you?” he joked, feeling a strange thrill at the surrealness of it all.
Viola just watched him, her smirk widening into a devilish grin, as if she knew something he didn’t. “Oh, my dear sweet man” she said smoothly, tilting her head and watching him through half-lidded eyes. “So… that’s a yes?”
He chuckled again, figuring she was just playing along and shrugged with a playful smile. “Sure. Why not? You’ve got yourself a deal,” he said, holding out his hand.
Without missing a beat, she took his hand firmly in hers, her gaze locked on his as she shook it. But as their palms touched, his playful grin faltered. A strange heat bloomed in his hand, growing from a faint warmth into an uncomfortable burn that made him inhale sharply.
“What…?” He tried to pull his hand away, but her grip was iron, her eyes glinting with a dangerous spark as she held him in place. The heat on his palm seared sharper, tingling all the way up his arm as he stared at her, now speechless.
“Feeling it now, are you?”, Viola whispered, her voice barely above a murmur but resonating as if it echoed inside his chest.
He stared at her, wide-eyed. “What… what is this?” he stammered, his mind racing as he tried to make sense of the sensation.
Viola released his hand slowly and he glanced down, half-expecting to see some sign of what had just happened. His palm looked normal, save for a faint red mark that seemed to pulse, the tingling sensation still lingering.
His heart raced as Viola took his hand and led him through the crowded club, weaving between bodies until they reached the dimly lit hallway that led to the bathrooms. Her fingers felt cool against his and he was both nervous and drawn in by her aura of mystery. They pushed through the door of the empty bathroom and she locked it behind them with a sly smile.
The space was quiet, lit only by the dim glow of a single red bulb overhead. Before he could gather his thoughts, she was on him, pressing him gently but firmly against the wall. Her lips met his neck with an intensity he hadn’t anticipated, soft but commanding, and he could feel the thrill of her confidence radiating with every touch, the pressure of her lips against his carotid. Her hands found his ass, pulling him close, her fingers sending shivers down his spine as they trailed upward.
He tried to steady himself, placing his hands on her hips but she took control, pressing herself against him in a way that left little space for thought. She smelled of something sweet and a little dangerous, as though her body held secrets she was daring him to uncover. Her long blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders, brushing against him as she tilted her head, deepening the kiss.
She pushed him down onto the toilet, unbuckled his pants and pulled them down with a grin on her face.
Never losing eye contact with him, She slid slowly down to her knees and wrapped her long delicate fingers around his cock with a purr from her chest.
He couldn’t believe he was finally going to experience a public hand job from a beautiful woman.
She began to slowly stroke his rock-hard shaft up and down his entire cock… down to the base.
He couldn’t believe what he was experiencing. Her fingers moved in a rhythm that teased him relentlessly. At the same time, he felt a second set of fingers gently stroking his balls, sending waves of sensation through him.
It wasn’t long until he erupted his load onto his stomach and Viola’s hand as she let out a massive orgasm herself – as if his cumming from the hand job was the hottest thing she could experience.
He was panting on the toilet seat as he had never cum so hard in his life. This was the first hand job he had ever experienced from a woman and it felt like the most amazing thing he had ever experienced in his life.
He felt her fingers tighten around him again, coiling around his cock and balls with a strange, intense firmness. There was a sudden coldness, almost as if her fingers were transforming into metal, enclosing him in an unyielding grip.
The moment she withdrew and stood, he looked down, realizing with shock that his cock and balls were now locked inside a steel chastity device. Somehow, she had managed to encase him in chastity using only the fingers of one hand!
He just gasped as if lost for words as she smiled down at him with a wicked grin on her face.
He felt Viola’s grip tighten around his hand as she guided him from the toilet towards a wall on the opposite side of the bathroom. On the wall ahead, faint symbols shimmered – an inverted cross marked with arcane symbols, almost hidden under layers of graffiti and grime. Her gaze was focused and intense and without a word, she pulled him toward it.
He hesitated, feeling a strange chill radiate from the wall but she just smirked, as if sensing his apprehension. “This is where things get fun!,” she whispered, her voice carrying a thrill that was both tempting and foreboding.
Before he could protest she stepped forward, pulling him through what should have been a solid concrete wall. For a split second, the coldness enveloped him, a sensation of crossing through ice, and then it vanished as quickly as it had come.
Just as his head was about to pass through the wall, he turned and froze. His body lay slumped on the bathroom floor where he’d been just moments before – as if he were merely asleep. His mind reeled at the impossibility of it, but Viola just watched him with a knowing smile, her eyes dark with mystery.
“Welcome to our world boy,” she said, her voice a blend of amusement and intrigue. The realization settled into him slowly, filling him with a strange mixture of fear and awe as he gazed at her and at the form he’d left behind.
His eyes widened as Viola’s form began to shift. Her flawless skin deepened to a dark, fiery red, and a pair of sleek, twisted horns emerged from her hairline. Her eyes glowed with a sinister brilliance, and her smirk grew into something undeniably predatory. She was no longer the alluring stranger he’d met at the club – she was something much more powerful, something ancient and terrifyingly captivating.
“Surprised?” she purred, circling him slowly, savoring his shock. He tried to back away but his legs felt frozen and his heart raced in his chest.
“You offered me your soul and now it’s time for you to become our bitch,” she said, a wicked smile spreading across her face.
He stood there, his mind still reeling as he tried to process the situation. Viola watched him, her eyes gleaming with amusement. A mischievous smirk played across her lips as she raised her hand and casually snapped her fingers. He blinked momentarily dazed, and in that brief instant his clothes vanished in a swirl of shimmering smoke.
“What…” he gasped, stumbling backwards, arms flailing as he tried to catch his balance. But his eyes widened as he looked down, realizing he was no longer in the jeans and T-shirt he wore to the club. But it was what he still wore that made his face turn even redder: the gleaming steel chastity cage encased him, locked tight, leaving him utterly at the mercy of Viola’s whims.
Viola stepped forward, her gaze sweeping over him with an appraising, approving smile. “Now,” she purred, a playful glint in her eyes as she circled him, her heels clicking on the floor with deliberate slowness, “you’re dressed a bit more appropriately for a male beast, wouldn’t you say?”
Before he could react further she snapped her fingers again with a resounding click and his body instantly fell forward, hands meeting the cold, shadowed floor. Panic and confusion washed over him, yet he found himself unable to resist… as though an invisible force compelled him to obey her every whim.
Viola knelt beside him her voice a soft, mocking whisper in his ear. “You made a deal, boy. Your soul is ours now.” She fondled his balls and chastity cage, her laughter echoing in the dim, surreal space.
He shivered realizing that he was entirely at her mercy, bound by a contract he hadn’t believed, sealed with a handshake he could never take back.
As he knelt there his pulse racing, he felt a sudden, chilling weight on his wrists and ankles. Cold metal shackles materialized out of nowhere, locking tightly around him with an ominous clink. He glanced down in shock, seeing heavy chains extending from the cuffs, each link thick and unbreakable, as though forged from the shadows themselves.
Before he could process the shock a solid collar appeared around his neck, cool and unyielding. He raised a hand to touch it, only to feel another chain attached… a leash held firmly in Viola’s grasp. Her expression was one of satisfaction… as if everything was finally falling into place.
“You are our lifetime pet now” she taunted, tugging on the leash just enough to pull him forward an inch, her smirk deepening as she observed his reaction. “This is just the beginning, little creature. You’re going to learn exactly what it means to be Lilith’s!”
His mind raced a mixture of fear and reluctant fascination taking over. Her allure, her mystery had lured him in, and now he was bound, entirely under her control. The weight of the chains was nothing compared to the realization that he was in over his head, caught in a dark web from which there would be no escape.
As he knelt, trying to process the weight of the chains binding his wrists and ankles, he suddenly felt something firm pressing against his lips. Before he could react, a large, red ball gag appeared in his mouth, pressing his jaw open and muffling any sound he might have made. The strap fastened tightly behind his head, securing it in place with no way to push it out or call out for help. His muffled protests came out as nothing more than a soft murmur against the gag.
Viola raised her ominous leather riding crop and tapped his ass with a laugh escaping her lips.
A moment later he felt a large rubber butt plug slowly filling every inch of his ass, expanding more and more as it went deeper. He couldn’t believe what was happening! Here he was on his hands and knees, his hands and ankles shackled, a collar fastened around his neck and his cock and balls locked in chastity. He was gagged and mere seconds after she had given him a hand job, he had a plug filling his ass.
She held on to the leash, her smirk widening as she watched him struggle against his bonds. Each movement caused the chains to clink and the ball gag pressed firmly against his lips. She took a moment to admire her handiwork, her gaze sweeping over his bound form – completely at her mercy.
“Look at you,” she teased as she leaned down to trace a finger lightly along the side of his face. “All dressed up with nowhere to go… except exactly where I lead you!” She gave a slap to his cheek, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction. As he knelt there, his muffled breaths grew heavier, a mix of fear and reluctant intrigue swirling within him.
“Now, let’s get moving, bitch boy. It’s time for some fun,” she commanded, pulling the leash with a confident flick of her wrist while using the whip in her other hand to strike his ass. He stumbled forward on his hands and knees, the gag preventing any coherent words from escaping. The weight of the chains served as a constant reminder of his new reality. His heart raced as each rattling step drew him deeper into her world, completely unable to resist the firm control Viola had over him.
His cock and balls strained painfully within the cruel chastity device. Sharp spikes inside bit into him with every movement, causing precum to drip onto the ground beneath him a mix of dread and excitement churning inside him.
She snapped her fingers yet again and huge ancient temple-like doors silently swung open before them and dozens of women appeared in the space ahead.
“One more for our herd Goddesses! Heat up the branding iron!” Their cheers and laughter echoed off into the vast space…