Chapter 1: The Trap
Copyright© 2015 by Alan C. Zumwalt
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 1: The Trap - Ten high school girls find themselves trapped by a sorcerer. What are his motives?
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft Ma/ft mt/Fa ft/ft Ma/mt Mult Teenagers Magic Mind Control NonConsensual Slavery Lesbian BiSexual School Incest Mother Brother Sister Daughter MaleDom Gang Bang Group Sex Harem Orgy Interracial Black Female White Male White Female Oriental Female Hispanic Female Anal Sex Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism First Masturbation Oral Sex Big Breasts Body Modification Small Breasts Teacher/Student Nudism Transformation
May walked into high school classroom E-14 and saw five other girls. “I suppose you got the same note in your locker I did,” she said.
Iris, the student body president nodded. “That concert has been sold out for months. Who wouldn’t want to get a set of tickets?”
All the other arrivals were seated in a desk. Serena, the school’s head cheerleader, pointed to the chalkboard. “Please Take a Seat” was written on it in neat letters.
May shrugged, and joined the others, taking a seat.
Soon, four other girls joined, making for a total of ten, filling all the desks. They were the who’s who of the school. They included the two female class presidents, three cheerleaders, and several of the town’s richest girls.
I am the odd girl, thought May. She was not part of school government, and very middle class. Her only club was the chess club, and she was kind of nerdy.
Two minutes after the last girl entered, the door opened again. In walked a boy May had seen before, but didn’t know his name. He had recently enrolled in the school.
“You’re Henry, right?” asked Bonnie, the freshman class president.
He nodded. In his hands was a large glass jar with a metal lid. It looked like a mason jar.
“You have the tickets?” asked Iris skeptically.
The black-haired male smiled. “I think you misunderstood. The note just said that if you wanted concert tickets, to come to this room after school. It said nothing about me actually having tickets.”
May scratched her head. “Then why are we here?”
Without replying, Henry opened the jar.
A circle of golden light encircled the desks. It flared up for a few seconds then faded.
May felt like something had been drained out of her. Inside of her something was missing.
All the other nine evidently felt the same. Some of them were clutching their stomach.
“Wha-what did you do to us,” gasped Iris.
Henry gestured to his jar. In it was a swirling red light. He screwed shut the jar closed. “I’ve taken your libido.”
The school president was incredulous; “Our libidos?”
He nodded. “From now on you will feel no sexual desire.”
“You’re crazy!” said Iris, walking out. Three more followed her.
“You’ll see,” said the boy as they exited. “I’ll be here tomorrow. We can talk then.”
One of the girls believed him. “Give it back.”
Henry smiled. “Come back tomorrow, and we’ll talk.”
Misty, the field hockey team captain, clenched her fist and took a step toward the man.
He picked up the jar and held it over his head. “If the jar breaks, your libido will be gone for good.”
Putting the jar under his arm, he walked out of the classroom, closing the door behind him.
The remaining girls followed him. Out in the hall, he was gone. There were twenty yards of hallway in both directions. There was no way he could have gotten away that quickly.
That night, May still did not feel right. Her mom had made one of her favorite meals. It tasted the same, but didn’t thrill her taste buds like it usually did.
“Are you feeling all right?” asked her mother, ethnically Japanese. She placed her hand on her daughter’s forehead.
“I’m fine,” she said. “Just a little tired.”
She went upstairs to her bedroom and laid down on her bed. On the wall, next to her, was a poster of her favorite movie star. Just looking at him usually got her tingling. But on that night, she felt nothing.
The brunette retrieved her favorite romance novel from under her bed. She turned to the page that had a downturned corner. She read the passage that always got her hot. This time it did not work. The words and the meaning were still there. It just did not excite her like usual.
When she woke up the next morning, she didn’t feel as refreshed as normal. There was something wrong with her sleep. Her libido evidently influenced more to her life than just her sex drive.
As soon as the school bell rang, ending the school day, May ran to room E-14. She expected to see other girls outside the locked door. Tentatively, she knocked on the door.
“Come in,” was the reply.
She turned the doorknob again. This time it was open.
Inside was Henry. He was sitting behind a desk. On the desk was the jar, a piece of paper, and a pen. “How are you doing, May?” he asked.
“Not too good,” she muttered.
“Didn’t get a good night’s sleep?”
The girl’s jaw dropped. “How did you know?”
“Your dreams are what fuels your creativity. It is what inspires your stories.”
May was doubly shocked. Nobody knew that she wrote. “How do you...”
The enigmatic young man smiled. “I know many things about you. For instance, I know that you spell your name M-E-I, right?”
And he was right. May was half-Japanese. She was named after her grandmother, who had died the day before she was born. Her name was Mei, and that is how it appears on her birth certificate. He parents soon realized that people would have trouble pronouncing her name correctly, so they anglicized it to May.
She could not think of what to say, so she just bowed her head and nodded.
“Where was I? Oh yes, your dreams. Your libido helps make your dreams more vivid and memorable. Without those vibrant dreams, you probably won’t write any new stories.”
With her head still bowed, she whispered, “Please give it back.”
“Of course, just sign the form.”
Picking up the paper, the brunette could not make heads or tails of what was on it. “What am I agreeing to?” she asked.
“There are no words for it in English. That’s why it is in Latin. In short, I want your essence. Part of what makes you, you. It guarantees your obedience and insures that you don’t tell anyone about me.”
There was something ominous about this agreement. She put the paper down and stepped back.
“That’s quite alright. Many people live a long fulfilling life with no sex or passion. You’ll get use to the emptiness soon. You’ll come to forget that you ever had any dreams or fantasies.
“In certain circles, a young girl’s libido is considered a delicacy. I will be well paid for it.”
The sophomore looked at the paper again. With a sigh, she signed it.
Henry smiled. “Excellent! Just one more thing to make it binding: a small drop of your blood on the paper.” He handed her a small straight pin. “Just prick your finger.”
The pin seemed unnaturally sharp. The smallest touch of it to her finger made a large drop of deep red blood well up. She shook her finger and the blood fell on the paper.
The blood rolled across the paper like it was liquid mercury. It covered May’s ink signature exactly, then dried.
“Now it’s signed in blood. The contract is binding.”
May knew she had made a mistake. But she was afraid she couldn’t go back. “Now you’ll give me my libido back.”
“Of course; I always keep up my end.” He opened the jar. A small portion of the swirling light rose out of the container and disappeared.
She instantly felt warmth filling her body. It felt very nice.
“Now touch your clit,” he instructed.
Without thinking, she reached inside her skirt and panties. She touched her clitoris and moaned with pleasure.
“You see? Your sex drive is back, and then some.”
She nodded. “Thank you.”
“Tonight, you will have your period. Be ready for it.”
May knew that her time wasn’t for another week, but didn’t contradict him. “I will.”
“Good; come back here tomorrow night, after school. That’s a Friday night. You will be spending the night here.”
“What should I tell my parents?”
“Tell them any lie. They’ll believe it.”
“You may leave for now. Wait outside the door for the others.”
May got up and left.
Waiting on the other side was Bonnie. She was the freshman class president, stood about five feet tall, and had short blonde hair and a button nose. She looked younger than she was. Word about school was that she was a whiz at gymnastics.
She gaped at May. “How did you get in there? I just came out of there!”
The sophomore reached back, but found the door locked. “I don’t know. I was just in there.”
Bonnie looked at her upperclassman guiltily. “Did you sign the paper?”
May nodded, “And I think it was a mistake.”
“Why do you say that?”
The brunette blushed. “Henry told me to ... touch myself. And I did it with no hesitation.”
The freshman gasped. “Me too! I didn’t even think about it until now.”
“I think we are going to do whatever he tells us to.”
Bonnie thought for a few seconds. “Maybe so, but it will be worth it.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Last night, after Henry stole my libido, I went to the private gym where I practice. I did my floor routine first. I did it all the moves correctly, like always, but it was no fun. It was work. My coach even noticed it. She said that I was like a robot.
“I next tried the uneven parallel bars, which is my favorite. Again, I felt no joy in flying from bar to bar, doing flips. By the time I was finished, I was in tears.
“My coach said I was having an off night, and let me go home early.”
May nodded. “My night was much like yours, though not so intense. Everything I loved lost its appeal. Everything seemed so gray.”
“Now that we got our sex drive back, all should be back normal.”
Just then the door opened again, and out walked Joy, daughter of one of the wealthiest men in town.
This time, May held the door open and saw Henry sitting at the desk in the room. “Please close the door,” he said.
She immediately complied.
May and Bonnie brought the junior up to speed on what was going on.
Joy admitted that she also signed the contract.
She also had been told that she was to break up with her boyfriend. It was to be quick and final. Henry told her she should be as cruel as possible.
The other two were relieved that they weren’t dating anyone.
While they were still talking the door opened letting another girl out, and then another.
Before long all ten girls were all in the hallway. They had all eventually signed on the line.
After a few minutes of them getting the last girls caught up, the door opened again. Henry stood in the doorway.
“You are all free to go about your usual business. You are not to talk about what’s going on here with anyone, but yourselves.
“I will see you all tomorrow night.”
That night, May discovered that her libido was truly back. Everything around her seemed to fill her will sensory bliss. The smell of her mom’s perfume, the feel of the carpet on her bare feet, even the horrid music her little brother Max played, didn’t seem so bad.
After helping load the dishwasher, May retreated to her room. Inside, she looked at her favorite heartthrob poster. Just looking at him got her wet between the legs. She fell onto her bed and wriggled out of her clothes. She moaned as she rubbed her aching hard nipples.
With her right hand, she moved down to her clit. The second she touched it, she cried out from a massive orgasm, the biggest one of her young life.
“Hey, Sis, you okay?” called Max from behind the door.
“I’m fine!” she called hoarsely.
She knew she should stop, but the sensations were too sweet. She buried her face in the pillow and kept going.
Abruptly, her vision of the movie star changed into one of Henry making love to her. Although she was virgin, May felt him penetrate her vagina. Another orgasm, even stronger than the first hit her. She screamed into the pillow and writhed on her bed as smaller aftershocks followed.
May kept at it for over an hour, until she was too tired to do anymore.
Covered with sweat, she put on her robe and went down the hall to her bathroom. She showered then went to sleep.
Outside May’s bedroom, it was not a secret what was going on in there. Her efforts to keep quiet were unsuccessful.
Her parents discussed what they should do, and what they should say to their daughter, who was having intense orgasms. Her muffled masturbatory moans filled the house. Not being able to answer those questions, they finally decided to let it go, for now. They went into their bedroom and made some noise of their own.
Max hacked into May’s laptop computer that was on her desk. He used the built-in camera to watch all that she was doing.
When she had finished, Max was about to load the video file onto a bulletin board, when a sudden feeling of guilt and dread hit him. He quickly deleted the file and went to bed.