Necromantic by Rick Gualtieri, Cole Vance Read Free Book Online

potential lies about wanting children kept sticking in my craw (or whatever passed for it here). Was there anything else he was keeping from me? Perhaps, even now, he knew of a way to bring me back and was holding out on it. But for what reason?
    It was a stupid question. Of course, I could already see one obvious reason. If I were back for good, I would no doubt put a stop to his dating life. He was a man and I knew that most men, regardless of who they were, liked sticking their pricks into as many different holes as they could. There’s an old saying: Why buy the cow when the milk is free? Right now, he was enjoying a lot of free milk from a whole mess of different cows.
    * * *
    At last it happened, just about when I thought I would surely go insane from the wait. Reality split apart in front of me and I found myself being dragged back to Earth. I was so happy that tears would have spilled from my eyes if I had a body. In that moment, I’d have gladly confessed everything to Harold and probably would have, too, had I not immediately felt a stinging pain from behind upon awakening.
    “Ouch!” I yelped, having just barely settled into the new flesh awaiting me.
    “Is that you, Lydia?” I heard a voice, Harold’s, from behind me.
    “Yes,” I stammered.
    “You’ve been a bad girl,” he said, whispering it into my ear.
    Oh no! He found out!
    I opened my eyes, blinking until my vision cleared. Something was different. I was naked...that was the same as usual. Glancing around, I took in as much as I could, which was pretty much just what was in front of me. I couldn’t see anything else because doing so would have required the freedom of movement...a freedom I didn’t have. I was restrained!
    I was standing upright, facing a corner of the room. My arms were stretched out to my sides and I couldn’t move them. Looking to my left and right, I saw that they were bound in some sort of...it looked like surgical tubing. It was tied around my wrists and attached to hooks mounted on opposite ends of the wall...those were new. I realized that my legs were likewise bound. They were spread apart just enough to allow someone access down below, should they wish it.
    In the space of those seconds, I was able to likewise give my new body the once over. It was a little rough around the edges - late thirties, maybe early forties. Not exactly a workout junkie, based on the sagging breasts and paunch around the middle. The skin was rough and pockmarked in several places. World-weary would have been the best way to describe whomever I inhabited.
    I was tempted to ask Harold if he was slumming it this week when there came a sharp *crack* and pain flared from my ass. I couldn’t help but scream, the voice issuing from my throat deep and hoarse. I suspected my host was a chain smoker, but didn’t have time to dwell upon that, as my behind was whipped once again.
    “Harold...what...,” I gasped, struggling to hold back tears, but I already knew what he would say. He had been aware of my deception from last time. He knew I’d snooped and messed around with his ingredients. He knew...
    “You think you can just make me cum like that, like I was a teenager,” he whispered in my ear. “That was naughty, Lydia, and now you have to pay the price.”
    That was it?!
    *CRACK*
    Fuck, that hurt. Or did it? Amidst the pain there was an excitement building in me too. My nipples hardened and down below, I felt moist - and getting wetter by the second. This body was reacting to the punishment. Whoever this was, she was used to it...she liked it.
    *Smack* The belt - I realized that was what he was using - whipped around my side and lashed the tips of my breasts, reddening them. It hurt, but I still found myself becoming more and more turned on.
    “You’ve been bad, haven’t you?” Harold admonished. I couldn’t see him from my vantage point, but judging from the tone of his voice, I had little doubt he was sporting a massive erection. It was