The Chair in the Attic: Ch 05-06

Chapter 5: Something Rotten in the State of Denmark

Lena woke up to find herself alone in Kyle's bed. Her clothes were nowhere to be found and neither was Kyle. "Hey Kyle?" she called, but no answer came. She threw off the covers and padded softly out of the bedroom, her heart began to race with a growing sense of unease. She didn't find him in the bathroom or closet, so she poked her head out into the hallway. Peering into the darkness of the rest of the house, she called again, "Hello?... Honey, where are you?" Nothing.

Her unease was starting to turn into worry. She started to search the house more thoroughly, checking rooms and calling his name louder. "Baby, this isn't funny anymore! Where are you?!" She checked each of the bedrooms, the living room, the study, the kitchen... He was nowhere to be found and he hadn't left a note. Panic started to set in as she realized he was not even in the house. Grabbing her phone, her hands shook as she dialed his number. It rang and rang, but there was no answer. She tried again. And again. Still nothing.

Where are you?!

In her desperation, she tried to leave the house. She thought he might have gone out to the garage for some reason. When she tried to leave the house through the kitchen back door, she found herself right back in the kitchen. After standing there for a terrified moment, Lena spun around, looking wildly around the empty room, screaming his name until her voice was hoarse. "KYLE!! BABY! WHERE ARE YOU?!"

A thought hit her;

she hadn't checked the attic yet

.

Maybe he's passed out or hurt up there! But what the hell is going on? Why can't I leave this house?

She ran up to the attic, hoping to find him and figure out just what the hell was going on. When she finally reached the top of the stairs, she peered into the gloom. Once her eyes had adjusted a little bit, she saw nothing but the chair. Confused, she took a few hesitant steps into the room, looking around.

This isn't right, I need to get the hell out of here.

She turned to go and found that the attic door was... missing...?

Oh no! I'm trapped...!

She spun around slowly. There was no door. No windows. Just bare walls and the chair. She backed away slowly, eyes wide. "No..." She whispered, "this is just a dream. It has to be..."

The chair called to her, filling her with longing. It begged her to sit in it again. Lena fought the urge and backed away even further. She was pretty sure the chair was a monster. "No... No, no, no..." She whispered and shook her head. But the chair kept calling to her, pulling her in like a magnet.

Just sit... Just sit... You know you want to...

"I won't..." Lena turned her back on the chair, trying to move to the other side of the empty attic, but found herself moving back towards the chair instead. "STOP IT!" She screamed at the empty space, but her feet kept moving closer to the chair. "I won't..."

You will

, a commanding voice echoed in her head.

Sit down. Now!

Her mind screamed in protest, but her body moved independently, obeying the commanding voice. Lena found herself lowering herself into the chair, sitting just as she had in her memories. She wrapped her arms around herself protectively as the invisible force held her there, trapped in place. "No..." She whimpered. Then Lena looked down and realized she was still naked!

What is happening to me?! How is this happening?!

The chair felt warm and inviting; it called to her,

Strap in. Press the button. STRAP IN. PRESS THE BUTTON!!

Lena shuddered violently, tears streaming down her face as the ghostly commands echoed relentlessly in her mind. With trembling hands that felt disconnected from her body, she reached for the straps. "Don't..." she whispered brokenly, even as her fingers secured the leather around her wrists and ankles.

Visibly shaking, she kept trying to resist, but her finger inched over to the button. She bit her lip and tried to wake herself up,

this has to be a dream!!

This is no dream, you belong to us now!

The voice echoed in her mind.

She can't resist...

She was sobbing now at how much her muscles ached from trying to resist, every fiber of her being screamed at her to stop. "Wake up..." she choked out desperately, squeezing her eyes shut. But the command was too strong, her resistance crumbled. With a shuddering inhaled breath, she pressed the button.

Click

.

The cuffs tightened automatically, securing her in place. The remaining straps slithered into position, teasing exposed and sensitive flesh before trapping her utterly. Her breath came in rapid, terrified pants as the straps cinched tighter. The memories of the first time she got stuck in the chair flooded back; the panic, the helplessness.

She was rescued by Kyle last time she locked herself in, but she was pretty sure no one was coming to save her this time..

. "No..." she whimpered, tugging uselessly at the restraints. "Let me go..."

What may have terrified her even more was her own body's betrayal. She could feel herself practically dripping with anticipation, and in her mind, part of her knew she wanted it too;

to feel that euphoria once again

... Lena froze with that realization; her body was indeed betraying her. Her breasts had grown heavy, her nipples had hardened, and there was a now familiar throb between her legs. "No..." She moaned softly, humiliation burning through her.

My body... It remembers...

Yes. Give in. Give in to your desire

, the voices said with a thunderous whisper.

Lena whimpered again, arching her back against the straps, trying to fight the growing desire. "No... No, no, no..." She chanted, tears streaming down her face. Despite her determination not to give in, her hips bucked slightly, seeking something to fill the aching void.

My body remembers...

Suddenly the chair reclined, and an hourglass appeared; but instead of the small twenty minute one she remembered, this one was HUGE! It looked like it could cover a whole day! She squeezed her eyes shut, willing herself to wake up, but when she opened them again, all she saw were a pair of fucking machines, wheeling towards her all on their own. Lena's eyes snapped open wide, watching the machines approach. Her mind raced,

how are they doing that?! How long will that hourglass run? What is it going to do to me? Oh god...

She tensed as they came into position, one spreading her ass cheeks wider, the other lowering between her thighs. "Wait...!" she cried.

Give in. Let go and give us your energy

!

Panic surged through her. She strained against the straps, trying to close her legs. "No! No, listen to me! I'm not- Mmph!" Her protest was cut off as the machine in front began to vibrate, the tip pressed against her dripping entrance. "Ahh!"

Slowly the first machine buried itself in her soaking wet pussy, its vibration increasing. Lena cried out, her body involuntarily arching as the vibrations sent shockwaves of pleasure through her, "Mmph! No... No, please... Ahh!" Her hips bucked, trying to escape the intense sensation, but the machine simply followed, burying itself deeper.

She screamed again as something cold was squirted on her back entrance, the second machine pressing its tip into her. It was vibrating heavily; the sensation was almost too much for her to bear. "Mmmphhh! No! Stop! Not there..." She screamed at the chair, trying uselessly to clench her muscles against the vibration. The machine did not seem to even notice her resistance as it pushed its way inside. Lena gasped as the large cock of the second machine began to expand her tight hole. She realized there was no point in reasoning with a machine, so she tried to relax.

At least it won't hurt as much if I relax.

Within a few moments, both machines were now buried completely in both of her holes. The dual penetration felt incredible but terrifying at the same time. Tears streamed down her face as the sensations became almost overwhelming - too powerful to fight. "Mmmph..."

With both machines now buried in her up to their hilts, vibrating constantly with a rotating range of vibration patterns, Lena was ashamed to admit that she was supremely turned on.

She had always fantasized about things like this, but here she was, experiencing it for real!

That's when the chair decided to kick the intensity up a notch and made both dildos inside her begin to expand...

Lena threw her head back, screaming silently into the night. The expanded dildos sent shockwaves of pleasure bordering on pain coursing through her body. Their combined girth filled her to the max, pressing the dildo in her pussy deliciously hard against her g-spot. "Mmph! Too big..." Her body tensed, trying to push them out, but they only expanded more, stretching her inner walls. "Ahhhhh!"

Just when she thought they couldn't get any bigger, they stopped, but her relief was short lived as the vibrators went into overdrive. She threw her head back again, a silent scream echoed in her mind. "Holy shit..." The dual vibration hit every pleasure point she had. Her inner muscles spasmed, trying to milk the machines.

My god, I'm so full I feel like I might burst

, she thought, letting out another moan, "Mmph!" Pressed heavily against her inner walls and g-spot, the vibrators were relentless, it didn't take long for Lena to feel her climax's approach.

Time seemed to slow as an avalanche of pleasure teetered on the edge. She screamed again as the most massive orgasm in the history of orgasms hit her. Her eyes rolled back, the world going white. "NNNGHHHH!" Her entire body seized up, muscles locking as the most intense orgasm of her life tore through her. The avalanche of pleasure enveloped the mountain that was her being. She felt it encompass her entire core, throbbing and pulsing, her inner walls contracting helplessly around the vibrating machines.

Then the mountain simply exploded.

The machines had begun to move!

They pumped rhythmically, in and out, timed perfectly. Her eyes widened in shock and disbelief, every fiber of her being overwhelmed. "NNNNH!" The machines thrusted in and out expertly, hitting every pleasure point inside her. Her hips met each of the thrusts involuntarily, the sensation too intense to resist. It felt like her body was running on erotic autopilot, and she was just along for the ride, "Mmmmph... ahhh..." The intensity of the machines had the avalanche going back up the mountain, readying to white it out entirely...

Then the cu de gras. Lena couldn't believe it,

Where the fuck did that come from?

She thought in between moans of pleasure. Somehow, there was a vibrator now strapped to her clit.

The chair can create stuff and move things all by itself?! What is happening?!!

She sobbed a little, tears rolling down her face as she tried to resist, but the oscillating vibrations triggered the latest avalanche of pleasure; this one made last one seem small. She squirted like her body was trying to cover Mount Everest. "NNNNNNGH!" she screamed. Her legs shook uncontrollably, her back arching only as far as the chair allowed. The sudden intense clit stimulation had triggered an orgasm so powerful, it felt like she was being ripped apart from the inside. She continued to squirt uncontrollably, liquid drenching the floor beneath her.

The chair, seemingly possessed, continued its relentless assault. The machines inside her thrusted and vibrated, a cacophony of pleasurable sensation, and the clit vibrator oscillated at a frequency that felt like lightning striking her most sensitive spot. The orgasms just rolled into one another, an endless whiteout of ecstasy. She squirted again, and again, her body convulsing with each powerful release.

Lena felt like she had been cumming for hours and hours. Through her tear-streaked eyes, she could see that the hourglass appeared to have hardly moved.

I don't know how much more of this I can take...

The pleasure soon began to mix with pain as her body ran out of fluids to expel.

The chair and the machines didn't care, in fact, she got the impression the chair was happy with her but wanted more. IT NEEDED MORE!

Her body started to spasm uncontrollably, the pleasure-pain becoming too much to bear. She felt like she was being remade from the inside out. The machines showed no signs of stopping, their rhythmic thrusting and vibrating continued without mercy. "MMMMMMMMPH!" she screamed out, thrashing with another mind-blowing orgasm. Unable to take any more, Lena began to bang her head on the chair, trying to get the voices out of her head.

Let me go!!

The chair seemed to sense what Lena was trying to do and wrapped two more straps around her. One strap wrapped around her head: cinching tight across her mouth acting as a gag, silencing her and holding her head to the back of the chair. The other strap wrapped around her middle, making it impossible for her to arch her back at all now.

"You're not getting away from us now, little one," the chair said in Kyle's voice.

Lena screamed and orgasmed; orgasmed and screamed. She no longer knew where the pleasure and pain started and where she ended. She was losing herself, and it was getting harder and harder to fight. She felt herself drifting...

Why keep fighting little one? Just give in to the pleasure and the pain. Give yourself to us and we will fuel your desire for eternity,

the chair said with a many voiced cackle, a harmony of sadistic and heartfelt feelings. The chair wanted her pleasure, it wanted her pain, and it wanted it all right now...

Lena screamed and cried as orgasm after orgasm threatened to unhinge her mind completely....

"Lena! Lena! Wake up!"

She woke with a start, sobbing uncontrollably, her body still convulsing from so many orgasms. The bed sheets were soaked with her erotic nightmare. Kyle had been shaking and yelling at her, trying to wake her up. Kyle's worried face came into focus, his voice cutting through her sobs. "Lena! Lena, wake up! You're having a nightmare! I'm here. It's OK baby, I'm here," he said as he grabbed her up in a great bit hug.

"Oh my god, Kyle! That was the most intense thing I have ever felt!" Lena whispered. Shuddering at the memory, her body still twitched and spasmed as if she were still in the chair. Despite the strong feelings she was still experiencing, specifics about the nightmare were quickly fading away. "I remember that I couldn't find you, and that I was trapped," she said shaking her head,

Why can't I remember?

She gasped as she was suddenly flooded with some of the most ecstatic and erotic feelings of her entire life. She reflexively reached down to touch herself, but the mere whisper of a touch on her overstimulated clit was enough to make her jump in Kyle's arms.

"Wow, that must have been one hell of a nightmare," Kyle said, his face still looking at her with concern.

"God..." Lena breathed out shakily, her body slowly unwinding from the dream. "It felt so... so good... but, but so wrong..." She whispered to herself, almost guilty. She looked at Kyle, his expression still concerned. "Did I..." She swallowed hard, "Did I yell or... or do anything weird?" She asked quietly, pulling the soaked sheets away from her body. She felt a strange mix of relief at the end of the dream, and a lingering warmth and longing that made her bite her lip.

Kyle hesitated before answering, "You were... um... It was like you were having a pretty intense sexual dream and then you started screaming and crying. Kinda freaked me out just with that, and then it got weird when you started squirting all over the place."

Her face turned bright red with embarrassment, realizing the full extent of her reaction. "Oh my god..." She covered her face with her hands, mortified. "I squirted? In my sleep? While having a dream orgasm?!" She peeked at Kyle through her fingers, her face burning hot.

"Yeah, I didn't know that was a thing, but don't worry, you're fine, you're safe. I've got you," Kyle said as he got out of bed and carried her to the shower. "Why don't you get cleaned up while I put some clean sheets on?"

"Mmhmm..." Lena nodded quickly, wrapping her arms around his neck tightly for a second before he put her down in the shower. She watched him leave the room, his expression unreadable. Sighing, she turned on the shower, letting the water warm up. When it had reached an optimal temperature, she stepped under the hot spray and let the water wash away the evidence of her wild dream.

That was so intense, but it was just a dream. It wasn't real, right?

Lena was pretty sure it was all a dream, but she couldn't shake the feeling that something was watching her now. Taking another deep breath, she tried to put it of her mind, meditating for a while under the soothing hot water.

Once she finished her shower, she looked in the mirror, trying to remember the rest of the dream or nightmare or whatever the hell it was, but the scary feelings had mostly slipped away, leaving her with only a sense of sexual longing. Lena ran a hand through her wet hair, her eyes studied her reflection. She noticed how flushed her skin still was, how hard her nipples were, and how empty she felt down below. The dream may have been forgotten, but her body remembered the intense sensations. "Kyle?"

"Yeah babe, you need something?"

She bit her lip, pausing for a moment before answering, "Can you come here for a sec? I... I forgot to grab something in the shower." She called out, her voice sounding slightly shaky. In reality, she just wanted him close, to fill the void left by her dream.

He came in and looked at her, his expression still one of concern, "You forgot something in the shower? Come on, what's really going on?" Kyle asked.

"The dream... it felt so real. So... intense." Her voice dropped to a whisper, "I feel... empty, Kyle. Like there's something missing." She avoided his gaze, blushing deeply. "My body still... wants something." She wrapped her arms around herself protectively.

"It's ok babe, come back to bed. We can talk more about it in the morning. We can sleep in as late as you need." Kyle said, motioning back towards the bedroom.

Lena nodded her head but didn't move right away. She just stood there, under the warm towel, feeling vulnerable and unsure. "Can... can you hold me?" She asked quietly, her eyes finally meeting his. "Just hold me until I fall asleep again?" She said, looking at him pleadingly.

"Of course, honey, I am right here." He picked her up then, towel and all, and carried her to bed. Kyle let go of her just long enough to lay her down before climbing in beside her and wrapping his arms around her tightly. "I love you, try and get some sleep," he whispered comforting her and giving her a little squeeze.

Lena curled up against Kyle's warm body, savoring the feeling of being held so closely. She breathed in his comforting scent, letting it chase away the last lingering traces of her unsettling dream.

And he said, 'I love you!'

The thought made her smile. She hugged his arm back and wiggled her butt a little as she nestled in closer. Her body eventually relaxed, molding perfectly against him, but she couldn't sleep yet, her mind and her heart were alight with those three little words.

I love you too Kyle!

She could feel his breath on the back of her neck, slowing as he drifted off to sleep. She felt safe and content, and as she finally started to drift off to sleep herself, she felt loved!

A sleeping presence is asleep no longer. It watches the young couple, so peaceful in their own sleep, and it waits... It hungers... It needs to get stronger...