They told Jake not to go into near that closet. How could anyone resist a challenge like that?
It wasn’t anything special either. Just a closet up on the second floor of the cabin. They had it in the storage room, so people didn’t usually try to use it. And when he snuck away from his hosts and opened it...
Clothes. As one should expect, the closer was full of clothes. Sweaters, pants, shirts, couple of scarves. A coat or two. It was a totally ordinary closet.
Jake snorted. Part of him had thought there might actually be something worth hiding, but the rest of him just wanted to call his buddies out on their BS. He turned, moving to shut the door as he did.
Something gripped his wrist. Jake looked down to see it was the sleeve of a sweater still coiling more and more tightly around the wrist, reaching out on its own.
“What the fu—“
A scarf snapped up to grab his other wrist, and before Jake could let out anything more than a help, he felt the clothes yank him into the closet.
Everything in the closet sprang into action. The scarf bound his wrists firmly behind his back right before Jake felt all kinds of cloth wrap itself around his arms and his legs. Jake was a big guy. An athlete. He lifted. But he couldn’t do anything to resist the tightening clothes.
A shirt shoved itself into his mouth, then another sleeve wrapped around his head to cleave gag him, followed by a pair of pants else taking a place over his mouth and eyes.
Jake was soon totally cocooned in clothing.
“MMMMMMPPH!” He tried desperately to moan, to call out for his friend’s attention. But they weren’t even in the cabin. He was stuck. Only his nose and the skin around it was free, just enough to let him breathe.
With nothing else to do, he wriggled. He couldn’t move fiercely enough to call it a struggle. The wrappings were too tight, and he was too secure. He soon lost balance and fell onto his side on the floor of the closet.
And to Jake’s intense embarrassment, his body was getting excited. He could feel himself stiffening between the legs. His wriggling gradually became a repeated thrust as his body moved unconscious to get some level of relief.
But it was all for nothing when a wave of drowsiness set over Jake’s mind, pushing him to sleep...
Jake woke with a start and immediately noticed three things.
First, he was still cocooned up.
Second, he was no longer in the closet. His body was laying out, and not huddled in by the enclosed space.
Third, he wasn’t alone. There was a weight on his legs, and a hand playing with—
Jake began squirming with everything he had when he realized that part of his cocoon had been cut away. His member was free, sticking up rock hard... and someone was...
A moan escaped him.
It was answered with a giggle.
“Awww, is my little present finally awake?” Came a woman’s voice. Her strokes grew faster, and more intense. “Well? Are you?”
Jake felt his the pant leg blindfolding him being pulled away. The sudden blast of light made him blink and squint, but he soon found himself staring up at a...
Her skin was bright red, her hair pitch black. A pair of horns peaked out of her bangs, and her bright yellow eyes were slitted like a cat’s. There was something rubbing on his leg, and Jake realized she had a tail.
“There you are,” the demon woman said with a smile. Her other hand was still stroking Jake’s member, bringing him closer and closer to the edge... when she stopped.
Jake cried out, more from instinct than anything else. He moaned and—without meaning to—begged for more.
The demon above him only giggled, and wagged her finger in his face. “No no, present. Not yet.” Her eyes narrowed, her happy grin turning predatory. Jake’s eyes widened as he terror gripped his heart.
“We’ll have our fun later.” She stood up, granting Jake his first view of the reddish sky above them.
“First we have to wait to see if anyone else falls into my little trap. It’s been soooo long since anyone has. I was wondering if it would ever work again.”
The closet. Her trap was the closet. Shit.
“But even if it doesn’t, at least it gave me one more toy.”