Page 50 of Petty Deadly Gorgeous

“You’re doing great. Let’s do that again. Deep breath in and hold it.” I felt his chest move with mine. “And on the exhale, let out the anger, rage and disgust.”

I tried to push it all out, and I followed his breathing instructions for three more reps, feeling my body grow heavy like the feeling right before you fall asleep.

“With this next breath, I want you to give in and let the spirits guide you. Follow them as they lead you through the maze of doubt and disbelief.”

Right? Someone is going to appear… Wait. Who is that? I felt my eyes squinting at the ethereal woman ahead of me, and the giant hedges that sprouted up before me. She motioned me forward, and I felt my feet moving.

“Wait!” I called out to her and ran to catch up, darting around a corner and falling against the thorny bush. Pain shot through my arm, but I ignored it and tried to catch up.

When I rounded the next corner, the hedges were gone and, in their place, dark brick walls stood. I stopped moving and looked around to see tapestries on the walls and torches to light the corridor. Stepping closer, I reached out and felt the cold brick beneath my fingertips, and the rough material of the hanging.

As I looked left, the long hallway continued, and as I looked to the right, I saw stairs. I spun on my heel and felt something swish around my body. Changing my direction, I walked down the hall and looked inside the first room I came to.

A large candelabra stood near a mirror by the window.

Perfect!

As my image came into view, I patted and fingered the materials as I walked closer to it.

“I’m wearing my grandma’s couch!” There was confusion on my face as I inspected the heavy brocade material. Deep red, with gold embroidery and judging by the building, I’m inside a castle.

My jeans were gone and in their place were some puffy shorts, over long stockings. My shoes were leather with small heels.

Where the hell am I?

My t-shirt had been replaced with a white long-sleeved dress shirt and over that a vest that matched my shorts. My cloak had caused the swishing.

The face staring back at me had a long pointy nose, thin lips and a beard, but those were my eyes looking out.

Taking a deep breath, I left the room and walked down the hall to their stairs. My heels making a clickity-clack with each step down. How annoying.

At the bottom of the stairs, the servants were running around. None of them made eye contact with me. They bustled around, appearing busy as I entered. An enormous table sat in the middle, two fireplaces flanked it and I took a deep breath, deciding where to go next.

The scent in the room reminded me of last night in the basement, but underneath that, I smelled something wet, moldy and mostly unpleasant.

I decided to just walk and let my feet take me where they wanted. I left the large room and went down a smaller hall which lead to the kitchen.

There stood a fat old lady with her sleeves rolled up, kneading dough. She glanced up and continued her work for a moment before her eyes went wide and she curtsied.

“Sorry, M’Lord. Are you looking for the Lady of the manor?”

I blinked a couple times, realizing I understood her.

“I am.” My deep voice resonated in the kitchen.

Her crooked old finger pointed at a door and I dipped my head in thanks before walking through the kitchen to see where the door would take me.

Torches lined the wall on my descent into what I gathered would be a dungeon area and when I hit the bottom of the stairs, the exact same feeling washed over me as it did last night when I came upon Anna and the others.

Two of the women bowed to me, and I recognized them as servants. But when the third woman turned, showing me she had a nipple grasped between what looked like pliers, her dark eyes met mine.

A sly smile passed along her face. “Welcome home, husband. Have you come to play?”

My dick sprung up tenting my shorts, and I walked over to the small tray of toys, picking up two sewing needles. I wrapped my arms around my wife and felt her plush ass rub against my erection as I slide a needle through the nipple she held out.

The man on the hook screamed into his gag, and my wife shimmied in excitement. “More.”

I stuck the other needle in creating an x, and looking at one servant, I growled. “Say my name.”

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