Bored And Boaring

This is pure fantasy, respect women and always follow consent in real life. But that doesn't mean we can't have some fun in imagination land so long as no one is getting hurt. This one has more of a horror element too it I liked playing with and think I'll explore more

Mia adjusted herself on the chair. It kept trying to swallow her into it's musty folds. It smelled like dust and old leather, just like everything else in this vile place. The old oak desk with an embroidered mat fraying at the edges laying on it, the cabinet behind her, the thick carpet that appeared to have not been vacuumed since the 80s, and most of all the mounted boar head staring into her eyes from above the desk.

She hadn't taken it in fully but did so now glancing into the eyes of the murdered creature. They were deep and calming. Staring into the eyes, Mia felt the chair slowly pull her back. Drifting down into the soft embrace as the eyes pulled out all her focus. This beautiful animal killed brutally by the careless hunters. Murdered, but its spirit seemed to flicker deep within those eyes. It wanted her to join it in it's new dwelling.

"Miss Jefferson?"

Mia jerked out of her revery feeling a hand gently shake her shoulder. A thrill of fear at being touched so unexpectedly shivered through her.

"Um, yes?" She managed to get out.

"I'm Kevin Salinger, a senor member of the lodge" He smiled warmly though his eyes slipped over Mia's clothing. "You had an appointment with me?"

Mia adjusted in the chair leaning forward and straightening her shirt and vest sharply, glaring at the man's lingering gaze.

"I'm terribly sorry I'm so late. I hope you had a chance to take in the decor." He gestured at the boar's head.

Mia's eyes followed the gesture instinctively and once again locked eyes with the beast. Her face slackened a moment.

Kevin's eyes meanwhile lavished in the sight of his latest prey. Her build was fit yet soft and she filled out her green vest and black pants very nicely. He looked down at her platform doc martens and grinned wickedly.

Mia's struggled with the eyes of the beast, trying to drag her mind back to herself. She felt her body languish back into the soft cushions and was vaguely aware of Kevin talking.

"I shot that boar in the old forest last year. mounted its head here. It's quite captivating don't you think."

Mia nodded. A thought forming in the calm fog that drifted through her mind.

"Do... do you look at it?" Mia asked

"The decor is more for guests, especially beautiful guests like yourself." Kevin said.

Mia's clouded mind felt a hint of aroused danger but it vanished before the sense could solidify. Her mind wandered. Her muscles gently tensing and releasing deeper into the smooth leather. Kevin's voice began to drone. She felt her purpose in coming here slipping. Had it been to confront the hunters? To threaten legal action? To... to...? Kevin's voice bored into her head. The boar's eyes filling her vision. Emptied and filled.

Kevin spoke for a couple minutes filling the air with polite nothings as Mia fell further and further into the trance of the boar. A wicked grin split Kevin's face as a small dribble of drool crept out of the corner of her mouth. His trap has sprung shut and now it he could seize his prize. He began to speak to Mia's open subconscious.

"You are bored. You are boared. You are boring and boaring. You feel an emptiness. A hole in your core, your center. A craving, crazing need for excitement, for arousal, for sensation. You know the name of the need. You name the need that you know. Mounting, filling, fucking. You are boared and boring. In need of mounting. Tell me. What are you?"

Mia answered eyes a half lidded and voice barely registering with her own sense.

"I am bored and boaring. I am empty."

Kevin leaned forward unbuttoning Mia's jacket as he continued. "Good girl, you are boared and boring. Empty and needy. Open waiting to be filled. And you feel it change. An empty dry hole begining to awaken. Not to fill but to crave to arouse from its slumber. Wetting, sucking, clutching. You need to be mounted. Tell me, my good little slut, what do you want?"

Mia pushed deeply into the cushions. And arched up into Kevin's warm hands.

"I want to be mounted. To be filled. To be..." Mia's words were cut off. Kevin slipped a thumbs into her mouth. She suckled at it. Her body alight with desperate need. Her nipple shocked as Kevin tweaked them beneath her shirt.

Kevin, now crouched over the Mia's writhing form, fought back a gasp as his hardening dick brushed her knees. He wanted to feel her convulsing under him. He wanted to hear her moan. This meddling slut would scream with pleasure. And he would take another trophy. But not yet, Kevin needed to work patiently. He pulled his thumb from her mount and kissed her.

Mia was on fire. Desperate. His hands caressing her and his mouth on hers only heated her more. Not nearly enough. Her minded began to uncloud as the kiss distracted her gaze away from the mounted boar. She gasped as Kevin broke the kiss.

Mia fought for control as she tried to gain her barings. She looked up at Kevin. She met his eyes. Confused and horny. He held her gaze. Confident and fierce.

"What are you?" Kevin asked.

Mia moaned as Kevin's hand found her dripping pussy. Waves of pleasure crumbling her thoughts.

"I don't... know... what's... happening..." gasped Mia through her waves of electric desire. But she started to pull herself together enough to know she needed to get out of here before she did something stupid like fuck the hunter she came here to upbraid.

Kevin tangled a hand in her hair. "You are becoming my slut" he whispered in her ear.

He wrenched her head to look at the boar's head. Mia's flash of anger met the boar's eyes. It found comradery there. Mia also found bliss there. Cloudless bliss. Warm pulses from her crotch. Hot flashes from her nipples.

"What are you?" Kevin asked.

"I am yours to be mounted and filled." Mia said

She felt the truth of it. In her arching back. In shuddering gasps. In her opening thighs.

Kevin pulled back from the spasming Mia and undid his pants. His prize in hand.

"Stand up slut" Kevin ordered.

Mia shakely complied. Kevin moved behind her, Mia fumbling her pants away. Desperately craving his dick. Kevin's hands found her wetness. Slipping inside. Mia bucked her hips against his hand. She bit her lip. Her head fell back but she kept eye contact with the boar.

Kevin felt her pussy clutch at his fingers. As she orgasmed. He smiled. Her thoughts were being blasted away. The hypnosis and pleasure wiping her mind. And he hasn't finished yet. He pushed her down. She bent over the desk. He slapped her bare ass. Once. Twice. Thrice. He leaned over her and grabbed her throat and tit. Tweaking her nipples and biting her ear.

"What do you want Mia?" He asked.

"Mount me" pleaded Mia. "Please fuck me, fill me. MOUNT ME!!!"

He pushed into her soaking pussy. And began to thrust in and out. Her softness. Her slickeness. Her bucking hips. He couldn't last long and he howled.

Mia felt full. Complete. She cried and moaned.

"Kevin, you're filling me up, Kevin. Cum in me Kevin. You own my pussy Kevin!"

Kevin burst, groaning long and low.

Mia felt Kevin splash inside. Her eyes meeting the Boar's, and she knew what to do next.

She slid off him as he stood in a pleasured daze. And turned to him. She began kissing his neck and murmuring.

"I'm your little slut Kevin, just stand here and let me clean you up. Lick you up. Warm you up. I'm yours and you'll always have my mouth and my pussy."

As she spoke she slide her hand into his hair and pointed his head at the boar.

Kevin made eye contact with the boar. He had avoided this ever since he saw what it did to his secretary when she had looked at it. But know he was looking. And he knew why he had avoided it. Red hot anger blasted into his mind. He opened his mouth to scream but nothing came out. Mia slumped away from him. He held the boar's eyes and felt pain building in his skull. Something dribbled out of his eyes. A pounding in his temples erased thoughts. The drips down his cheeks reached his mouth and he tasted iron. And he still couldn't look away.

Mia woke in her car. She smelt smoke. She looked up at the lodge where she had come for her meeting. It billowed out smoke. Shock was replaced with apathy as she watched the place burn. Goodriddens. She felt the urge to go home and sleep.

She wouldn't remember the meeting or the much of the day when she woke next. She would remember only being sick all day and in a feverish dream. Though she would remember eyes. Eyes boring into hers. Bored and boaring. Mounted and full. And angry. So angry she could just light something on fire.

Deep in the flames of the burning lodge a mounted boar's head hung untouched by flame. If someone could see, and no one could, they would swear it was grinning.