The Well, Chapter 3, Part 1 (Patreon)

Hey guys! I'm still putting the finishing touches on Chapter 3, but I wanted to post the first half of the chapter now, just to give you a taste of what's coming. I should be posting the rest later on Thursday night :) I also attached a pdf of the full story so far down below.

I'm also going to need an extra day to finish the East of Eve chapter, so I'm aiming to post that on Thursday night too! Stay tuned, this next chapter is...pivotal <3

Chapter 3

Silas blinked dumbfounded at his computer screen, the only light source in his pitch-dark bedroom, a pale, bright, pixelated portal that had tugged him deep into a sub-space that he hadn’t even known about before now.  The reason was simple: the dark-haired, vampiric-looking vixen on the screen…Vane…the sole Mistress of The Well.  That’s where Silas was right now – it popped into his head, as he obeyed Vane and wrapped his hand around his cum-covered cock, that the website’s name was spookily accurate.  It really DID feel like he had been dragged down, headfirst, into a deep, dark well, a well that didn’t appear to have a bottom.  He just kept falling and falling, deeper and deeper down into it, with Mistress Vane pulling him the whole way, smirking at him with those dark, full lips, as her beautiful, icy-blue eyes seemed to penetrate directly into his brain, into his soul, where all his forbidden desires were hiding.

“There you go, start slowly stroking again,” Vane purred at Silas through the screen, as she wiggled and jostled her thick hips in the wide chair she was sitting in, a chair that was now completely filled by her juicy, wide, delicious figure, “You can’t hide anything from me – I know aaaaaall of your deep, dark secrets, and the further I pull you in, the more they’ll come out.  It’s no use hiding them anymore.  I’m going to find them, uncover them, expose them, one way…or another.”

Even as he continued to obey Vane and slowly stroke his twitching, rock-hard cock, Silas felt another shiver go down his spine.  He had literally just been thinking about his “hidden” desires, and then Vane straight-up called him out, like she had actually been reading his mind.  He knew that this video was, of course, a pre-recorded “jerk-off instruction” (more than a year-and-a-half old, apparently), but her tone and her TIMING were so uncannily accurate that Silas was again left wondering what was really going on here.  

“Okay,” Vane sighed, putting her hands on the top of her chair’s armrests, “I think it’s time to switch it up a bit.  Take your hand off your cock, little man – I don’t want you spontaneously cumming when you see what happens next.”

As ever, Silas obeyed her, and it was a good thing too, because the next moment, Vane had risen up from her armchair…or, more specifically, she had TRIED to stand up.  Her ass had gotten so big, her hips had gotten so wide, and her thighs had gotten so thick, that the chair remained stuck to her as she rose, hampering her ability to stand up.  Vane’s blue eyes went wide as she doubled over, reaching out with both hands to steady and balance herself as her mouth dropped open.  Silas’s mouth had already been open, as he let out an astonished, choking exhale.  That armchair wasn’t small, and she had literally grown into it, filling it up completely.  He had never seen anything so hot in his life.  How the hell had she pulled off those special effects so seamlessly??  It was all so well-done that it was easy for Silas to be pulled even deeper into the fantasy realm, where this all actually WAS happening.  He was too turned-on right now to try and figure out the technical specifics of how she managed her special effects.

“What…on…earth!?!” Vane exclaimed, staring straight at the camera with wide-eyed incredulity.  She was playing up the “shocked” expression so well, even though Silas knew that this was all part of her teasing, lascivious show.  She was way too much in control to be shocked by anything.

“Look what you did!” she continued crossly, pointing one of those long, sharp, black-nailed fingers to the chair that was stuck on her enormous ass, “You made my ass so FAT that it’s literally stuck in my chair now!  UGH, sooooo annoying!”

Rolling her eyes, Vane gripped both of the armrests with her hands (which looked huge and powerful, like the rest of her body), and pushed, her pale face beginning to blush crimson with the effort as she tried and tried to pry the chair off her backside.  Silas, out of sheer horny instinct, almost reached out and started stroking his cock again, but he was met by the icy blue flash of Vane’s eyes as she suddenly leaned in closer to the camera in the midst of her efforts, cocking her head to the side and raising her eyebrows.

“Don’t even THINK about it,” she cautioned, shaking her head, before resuming her labors, this time gritting her teeth.  The sight of a 6’5-plus, 230-pound curvy vixen gritting her teeth like that as she tried to pry her huge, voluptuous body out of an armchair was almost more than Silas could take, even though he wasn’t touching himself.  But those last words from Vane had stuck in his mind.

‘Okay…’ thought Silas, blinking in awe at the screen, even as something like unease began to emerge in his stomach, ‘This is just weird.  Like…EVERY TIME I almost do something, or even THINK something, she has the perfect response.  And it’s not even one of those “canned” responses either – it’s timed way too perfectly.’

Despite still being in the throes of his lust, Silas was still able to reason out how Vane was pulling off these responses so perfectly, and the explanation he arrived at somehow made everything even hotter.  Outside of something supernatural going on (which, of course, wasn’t true – Silas didn’t believe in that kind of stuff), the true reality of Vane’s spookily-accurate JOI script had to come down to…well…flawless preparation, and a deep and profound knowledge of the submissive male mind.  

‘She’s been able to time everything so perfectly because she understands my fetish,” Silas thought, astonished, “And she understands ME.  It’s not just that she’s a natural dominant and knows how to wield power.  She actually knows how I interact with my feelings, and…and how I even act without thinking.  She’s never met me before, but she’s studied submissives like me so much, for so many years, that it doesn’t matter that she’s never met me.  She already KNOWS me.  She’s right – she can already SEE into me, and know my deepest desires.  She can read me like a book, because she’s gotten so deep into this fetish that it’s like breathing air to her.  Oh my god…she’s so fucking dirty…so fucking lewd and dominant…and I can tell she’s been holding back.  She’s been so calm.  What happens when she actually lets loose!?’

TTHHHWWWUNNNKKKK

“YUUAGGH!!” groaned Vane, as the big armchair tumbled down onto the floor with a soft, heavy thud, “FINALLY!”  She brought her hands together and genially applauded the camera.  “Mmmmm, good job, sweetie!  No seriously, GREAT job!  You really helped me out there – if you had cum again, I don’t think I would’ve been able to pry that armchair off my ass.  Nope, I would’ve had to make you cum THREE more times, just to punish you, first of all…but then, more practically, just to grow me big enough so that my ass would BURST out of the chair itself.  I mean, if I can’t get it off that way, I would’ve had to resort to another way, right?”

Silas caught himself beaming with pride at having obeyed Vane, and basking in her praise, and he almost had to chuckle.  She really did have him by the balls, already, didn’t she?  But then she had conjured up the image of her absolutely gargantuan, obscenely-huge ass flexing and splitting the armchair in two and…part of his mind was regretting not being able to see that happen.

“Awwww, now don’t get all mopey on me,” Vane admonished, shaking a sharp, black-clawed index finger at him, “I can’t break furniture with my expanding ass in EVERY video, now, can I?  It would get stale – noooo, no, The Well doesn’t get stale, little man.  It just gets deeper, and deeper, and DEEPER.”

At this point, Silas just decided to accept his previous hypothesis – that Vane had such preternaturally-dominant instincts, and had studied and delved so thoroughly into the submissive mind, that she could actually make it seem like she was reading his mind…when, of course, there was no way she could.  

‘I’m just not going to let it bother me,’ he thought, ‘I mean…I can’t!  What’s the alternative?  That this woman literally has magical powers!?  Yeah right…I know I’m all turned-on right now, but…seriously Silas…get real.  Just…accept that she’s so much smarter than you, and miles ahead of you, and…leave it at that, okay?  Quit ruminating and just enjoy yourself.  This website is the find of a lifetime.’

“There we go,” Vane purred at the camera, having straightened herself up to her full height as she adjusted her blown-out, buttonless black blouse, and her put her hands on her thick hips, which were straining her jeans to the breaking point, with a couple tears already visible down the thighs, “You managed to dispel your doubts about my eerie mind-reading, and I managed to pry that armchair off my ass, so we’re both doing great!”

Silas actually laughed out loud and shook his head.  At this point, Vane’s insane ability to predict exactly what had just happened was par for the course.  

“But now,” Vane continued, peering close into the camera as her eyes glimmered forebodingly, “It’s time for me to get my second load.”

She brought two long, sexy fingers up to the camera and shook them back and forth, and suddenly the lighting in the video dramatically shifted.  It had been warm and cozy before, but as soon as Vane had shook her two fingers like that, her room (and, by extension, Silas’s bedroom) was thrown into a deep, icy blue.  Strings of lights, which hadn’t been visible before, suddenly lit up all down the walls and across the ceiling.  The overall effect was chillingly potent and beautiful, and Silas swallowed as he realized that this sharp blue light seemed to highlight her thick, voluptuous curves even more than before.  And Vane’s skin, which had been strikingly white before, looked positively vampiric now, almost glowing with a deathly pale pallor.  Her eyes seemed to pop even more too, gleaming like blue sapphires out into the darkness of Silas’s bedroom.  Something else glinted underneath…her white teeth, bared in a slow, knowing grin.

“Do you know how tall I am now?” Vane cooed down at the camera, which was now pointed up at her (from the vantage point, Silas didn’t realize, of exactly how tall he was…6’1), “Do you know how tall you’ve already made me?  Here, no need to guess – I’ll show you.”

In her bare feet, with her jeans and blouse looking positively painted-on her thick ,swerving curves, Vane strode over to the corner, as the camera zoomed in, perfectly tracking her movements.

‘She must have some sort of controller in her hand or something,’ Silas thought, ‘The same way she made those lights come on just now.’

“Here we are,” Vane said in a deep, soft voice, gesturing to the measuring tape on the wall, which Silas hadn’t even noticed before, since he had been so preoccupied, “A real, standard measuring tape, exactly to scale…see, it starts from zero at the bottom and goes up to three feet here…”

She drew her hand up against the middle of her upper thigh.

“Four feet…” she continued, drawing a line right at her belly button, which, along with her entire lower stomach, was visible now that she had practically grown out of her black blouse, turning it into a crop top.

“Five feet,” she proceeded along coquettishly, winking down at the camera as she drew the side of her palm across her upper breasts.  She arched an eyebrow, evidently relishing Silas’s anticipation.  He already could tell that she was much taller than he was, but by how much, he didn’t know.  Was she really 6’5!?  Taller??

“SIX…feet,” Vane drawled out deliciously, sticking her tongue into the inside of her cheek as she wiggled out a long finger to tease the measurement marker, which, at 72 inches, was directly even with her plush, full, black lips.

“Buubububububububbubububbububububububub!” she teased, suddenly vibrating her finger up and down so fast that it became a blur, buzzing her lips playfully at the camera.  Silas gasped out in helpless bewilderment, wondering how this woman could possibly be so dominant and uncanny and a bit scary and incredibly sensual and…playful…all at the same time.  How did she know exactly which of his buttons to press, at the precise right moment!?  It was all just too perfect, too sweetly synchronized.

‘God I lucked out tonight!’ Silas thought, his eyes starting to water a little from not blinking for so long, ‘How the hell did I live this long without stumbling on THIS website!?’

“Focus, sweetie, focuuuuus,” whispered Vane, her eyes seeming to harden a little, even as her voice softened, “I’m gonna get reeeeeally specific now, so pay attention.”

Silas actually nodded in the darkness and sat up straighter in his chair, peering vigilantly at the screen as he waited for her next move.

“Six…one,” Vane continued, going up to tip of her nose, and here she paused, winking at Silas through the camera, and he once again had the spooky feeling that she was right there in the room with him, really and truly, just with the screen separating them.  She literally seemed to be winking directly at him, like she actually knew that he was 6’1 in real life.  

“Mmmm…” Vane hummed out, nodding meaningfully and bouncing her eyebrows, “Mhmmm…”

Silas felt like his heart was about to stop.  His cock, which had been at full-mast this entire time, was beginning to ache, and he had already been leaking so much precum everywhere that his entire throbbing length would have been a sticky mess even without the remnants of his first orgasm.  But because he had already cum once, Silas’s cock looked like a frothy, trembling 8-inch monument that was teetering on the brink.  It popped into his mind that he had never cum “no contact” before – he had always needed to touch himself.  But if Vane kept staring at him like that, he was going to cum, whether he was touching himself or not, and he felt himself beginning to strain, gritting his teeth as he fought to keep himself under control.  She hadn’t told him he could cum yet.  He didn’t want to disobey.  

Vane slowly inhaled a deep breath through her nostrils, a meaningful breath, which Silas interpreted as her silently acknowledging the reality of his height, and then proceeded along:

“Six two...six three…six fourrrrr,” she rattled off in quick succession, spider-crawling her fingers up her face, from the middle of her nose to her eye to the top of her eyebrows.  Silas tried to take some deep breaths – she had somehow known not to pause on those other measurements…and he could tell at this point that she was taller than 6’5.  How much did she weigh!?  

In a flash, a deep ruby-red light flared up in the corner, highlighting an electric weight scale that showed “0.00” in large, visible blue numerals on the display screen.

“Ooooop!” Vane chuckled softly, “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves – we’ll see how big and THICK I’ve gotten…AFTER we see how tall you’ve made me.”