I am re-releasing this dark sexy supernatural story as a four part serial and then adding two more final episodes. All episodes are free to read but you will need to be a free subscriber to my Substack to read the later instalments.

Parts 1 and 2 are also available on Secret Obsessions illustrated with some definitely NSFW photographs. So if you prefer the illustrated version subscribe to read them there.

Part 1

This one is ideal. She has lived maybe two dozen years, young enough to be innocent of some things, but old enough to have had her desires awakened.

Pretty face framed by long blonde hair. Tall, long legs moving with grace, inviting curves pressing tantalizingly against the material of her clothes, stretching it like the skin of a not quite ripe fruit.

I love hunting in the summer.

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It was cooler in the wood and Sophie felt the anger and heat of Jason’s sudden departure dissipating. “Fucking bastard,” she muttered. She stopped, something was rustling in the bushes ahead making the leaves quiver.

A small Muntjac deer pushed its way onto the path and stood for a moment, its dark brown eyes sparkling in the dappled sunlight as it appeared to study her. Then it turned its head and disappeared into the bushes opposite.

Sophie walked to where the deer had stood and watched as it ambled down a track towards a house almost hidden between the trees. Strange, I’ve never noticed that before. She blinked, the deer had vanished.

Turning off the path she followed the deer trail. The house was covered in creepers and trees arched above it, enveloping it in their shadows, as if the wood was slowly reclaiming it. It did not look like a ruin but there was no sign that it was occupied. The front door was half open.

She pushed on the weathered wood of the door. Silently it swung fully open.

“Hello,” she called. “Anyone at home?”

The house was quiet. Gingerly she stepped over the threshold and for one fleeting moment felt like Goldilocks entering the three bear’s cottage.

The gloomy hallway smelt old and musty, a threadbare carpet ran down the centre between sombre wood-panelled walls punctuated by doors on either side, their varnish dulled and the brass knobs tarnished with age.

The door on her left swung silently open as soon as she turned the knob and revealed a pleasant living room. The sunlight that managed to penetrate the canopy overhead shone through a large bay window and dappled onto two comfortable looking easy chairs and a sofa. Everything in the room was neat but faded with age.

“Oh,” she whispered, realising the house was lived in.

Stepping back into the hall she turned to leave when there was a sound from behind the door on the other side of the hall. It sounded like the thump of someone falling and she thought she heard a muffled cry.

“Hello,” she called out, leaning towards the door. “Are you alright?”

The door squeaked as she cautiously pushed it open. The room was gloomy but looked like a study or library. Bookcases filled with dusty, ancient tomes lined the walls, more books and papers were piled on the floor and a large desk. Only the middle of the desk was clear and an amber shaded desk lamp cast a warm rectangle of light onto the burnished leather surface.

Sophie stood in the doorway listening intently. Everything was silent. “Hello,” she said, her voice quivering slightly, “Is anyone there?”

She stepped into the room. To her left was the dark shape of a sofa and beyond it, the dull glow from the desk lamp revealed a small table with a second, unlit lamp standing on it.

Worried that someone had fallen and she could not see them in the gloom she tiptoed across the room and fumbled for the switch on the lamp. It clicked on casting a warm circle of light onto the floor and sofa.

She looked around, there was no one in the room but something laid over the arm of the sofa sparkled in the light. Curious she picked up the nearest item. The string of pearls twinkled hypnotically as the light danced off the perfect spheres. She laid them gently back on the sofa and picked up what looked like a coil of rope. She held it closer to the light and gasped, it was a large black bullwhip. She dropped it as if it had stung her.

She bent down and scrabbled around on the floor until her fingers touched the braided rope. She picked it up, holding it like a snake about to wriggle and dropped it back on the seat.

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I lean close to her and inhale her scent. I can feel anger in her, someone has betrayed her recently and now she desires revenge. But there is something else, I breathe in again, she is unfulfilled, she has a want, a need, mixed with curiosity that we can feed on.

She is a fine specimen, large breasts still firm with youth, swing unhindered beneath her simple garment, nipples pushing through the thin cloth. You stir inside me, push out my hands to touch the tantalizing spheres of her rump. I feel the coarse material covering them but you sense the flesh beneath.

“No,” I say, “We will take her by stealth, not force and then she will be ours.”

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A draught played around Sophie’s shoulders raising goosebumps on her skin. She had a sense that someone was breathing on her and then she felt hands on her bottom. She spun around, there was a sound like a whisper but the room was empty.

She tipped her head listening. The touch had felt like a caress, hands sliding across the material of her jeans, but the house was silent.

Her fingertips touched the pearls feeling their smooth, glossy rounds. She shivered, it might not be a good idea to be found fingering what was obviously an expensive string of pearls in a stranger’s house.

Abruptly she turned to leave but knocked something from the table beside the sofa. Anxious not to leave any trace of her snooping she bent to pick up whatever had fallen. It was a circle of polished black leather. She held it closer to the light, there were silver metal rings set into the outer edge at regular intervals and two metal fastenings at the ends. It looked like a dog collar but it would have to be a sizable animal to fill the collar’s girth.

Without thinking, Sophie lifted her blonde hair and tried the collar around her neck. She had only meant to test its size but the two metal fastenings snapped shut. Frantically she tugged at the collar but no matter how she pulled she could not force the fastenings open.

This is stupid, she thought, starting to panic, surely this damn thing must come off, but the collar remained resolutely in place. She looked around the room vainly hoping that there might be something that might help her break free.

She stopped, draped over the far end of the sofa was an elegant black dress and a pair of black knickers. Curious that she had not noticed them before she leant forward and touched the silky material.

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You seethe within me. Yes, I know, she has put on the collar, she is ours now, but be patient there is more we need to do to lure her into our realm. I let myself slip into her world, just enough so that she can hear me.

“Put them on,” I say.

She starts when she hears my voice. She stands, confused and I watch her looking around the room but, even though I am right next to her, she cannot see me.

“I’m sorry” she murmurs “Who’s there?”

“Put them on.” I allow you closer to the surface of my mind so my voice sounds deeper, stronger, more insistent and I decide to apply a little encouragement.

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To Sophie’s horror, the collar began to slowly tighten around her neck, its grip becoming stronger until she is sure it will throttle the life from her.

Part 2 Goldilocks Bared

Goldilocks Bared

More sex and the supernatural stories by Simone Francis

• 
  Goldilocks Reborn
• 
  Goldilocks Tamed
• 
  Goldilocks Submits
• 
  Goldilocks Baited
• 
  Goldilocks Bared
• 
  Goldilocks Ensnared
• 
  Succubus Lover’s Revenge
• 
  The Succubus Collection
• 
  Sacrifice Yourself To Lust
• 
  The Girl On The Bus
• 
  The Succubus Speaks
• 
  Happy Trucker