Her Ring Girls (F/FF) - Halloween Short
Posted: Thu Oct 30, 2025 3:39 am
What scares some people turns on others. That had always been the case for Tami when it came to The Ring and later Ringu. Most people she knew thought the image of the Japanese girl crawling out of their tv toward them was terrifying. She kind of did too at first. So started going to the gym. Now she was far stronger than anything she could ever see, she was the brave one now. Then she saw the fanart. Asian women with heaving bosoms never failed to rile her up. To have one crawl at her, her assets on full view, that was as close to heaven as she could possibly imagine.
So, the news of a new haunted house in town, with a Ring room caught her attention immediately. She was there on opening night, first in line, dressed in her sexiest Storm costume. It was not an impressive house. It was about five rooms in what appeared to be an old car repair shop. The designs were lacking, the materials cheap, and the scare acting rather uninspired. Tami’s room, however, delivered for her in spades.
It looked like a bad version of a television aisle at an electronics store. The lights flickered and an absolutely gorgeous Samara climbed out of one of the clearly cardboard televisions at her. She just wanted to grab her and kiss her right there. Then came a sound from behind and Tami’s life changed forever. A second Samara climbed out of an equally fake tv on the other side of the room. They looked identical. They were identical. They were twins!
She came back every night they were open. She always made sure to be wearing the sexiest outfits she had, hoping beyond hope she was giving them the same tingling between the legs they were giving her. They were soon the only thing she could think about. She lay in bed at night playing with herself, thinking of her Ring girls. She needed to see them. She needed to be near them. She needed them. They were her dream come true. It was as if they were made for her. They were made for her. They were hers.
The season was coming to an end. The house only had one night left. Once it was gone, they would be gone. She would never see them again. She couldn’t live with that. Those girls belonged to her after all.
The last night came. She was last in line. At this point everyone working at the little house was checked out. No one even batted an eye when she sauntered in with two large empty sacks slung over her shoulder. Once into her room she took her place in front of the first ‘tv’. She held the first bag open over the ‘screen’ just as the first Samara crawled out. Hair covering her eyes she blundered right into Tami’s trap.
“What the fuck?!”
She sinched the sack shut. Hearing the commotion the twin came running out.
“What’s going on?!” she shouted.
The only answer she got was a sack over the head. She walked right out of the house with her prizes squirming in their sacks tucked under her arms. She made her way to her car, popped the trunk, and sealed them inside.
“Finally, all mine.”
She dumped the first twin onto the bed.
“What’s going on? Where am I? Who are you?”
She put her finger over the girl’s lips.
“Sh, my dear, I’ll explain everything. First, though I’m going to tie you up and you’re going to let me.”
“Why the fuck would I do that?”
“You’ll never find your sister if you don’t.”
The girl laid on her belly as Tami took her time slowly roping her lithe little body: arms together behind her back, then her legs, then her shoulders and finally around her knees.
“Beautiful my pet.”
Next came a bright red ball gag.
“Now let’s deal with that sister of yours.”
Said sister was dumped onto the bed in the guest room.
“What the fuck is wrong with you, you crazy bitch?!”
In a flash she was flipped onto her stomach and her ass struck with three hard spanks.
“Talk to me like that again and I use the paddle. Also, I’ll never tell you where to find your sister.
Her captive quickly settled down.
“Good girl. Now I’m going to tie you up and you’re going to let me.”
Eventually the twins were reunited, bound and gagged in their kidnapper’s bed as she stood over them smiling.
“Listen up: this is how things are going to go from now on. You,” she said to one twin while scratching her nails playfully against the poor girl’s bare feet, “are Sadiko. And you,” she turned her tickling nails to the twin, “are Samara. Those are the only names you are allowed to use. If you dare use your or your sister’s dead name you will receive five spankings from my paddle followed by five from my riding crop, on each cheek. You will also lose the right to talk for a week.
“You will refer to me as Mistress. I own you. You belong to me. You will do what I say, when I say. Don’t worry, most of it will be quite… pleasurable.”
She lowered her head between the legs of the girl she had renamed Sadiko, whose panties she had ripped off along with her sister’s, and gave her womanhood a long, powerful lick. Sadiko arched her back and moaned in a mix of shock and pleasure.
“I don’t expect much resistance from you two over the next few days. I’m going to fuck you tonight until you are broken.”
She gave Samara’s pussy a lick next.
“You will be mine by sunrise.”
She slowly stripped out of her own clothes and on top of her girls.
“Let’s begin.”
So, the news of a new haunted house in town, with a Ring room caught her attention immediately. She was there on opening night, first in line, dressed in her sexiest Storm costume. It was not an impressive house. It was about five rooms in what appeared to be an old car repair shop. The designs were lacking, the materials cheap, and the scare acting rather uninspired. Tami’s room, however, delivered for her in spades.
It looked like a bad version of a television aisle at an electronics store. The lights flickered and an absolutely gorgeous Samara climbed out of one of the clearly cardboard televisions at her. She just wanted to grab her and kiss her right there. Then came a sound from behind and Tami’s life changed forever. A second Samara climbed out of an equally fake tv on the other side of the room. They looked identical. They were identical. They were twins!
She came back every night they were open. She always made sure to be wearing the sexiest outfits she had, hoping beyond hope she was giving them the same tingling between the legs they were giving her. They were soon the only thing she could think about. She lay in bed at night playing with herself, thinking of her Ring girls. She needed to see them. She needed to be near them. She needed them. They were her dream come true. It was as if they were made for her. They were made for her. They were hers.
The season was coming to an end. The house only had one night left. Once it was gone, they would be gone. She would never see them again. She couldn’t live with that. Those girls belonged to her after all.
The last night came. She was last in line. At this point everyone working at the little house was checked out. No one even batted an eye when she sauntered in with two large empty sacks slung over her shoulder. Once into her room she took her place in front of the first ‘tv’. She held the first bag open over the ‘screen’ just as the first Samara crawled out. Hair covering her eyes she blundered right into Tami’s trap.
“What the fuck?!”
She sinched the sack shut. Hearing the commotion the twin came running out.
“What’s going on?!” she shouted.
The only answer she got was a sack over the head. She walked right out of the house with her prizes squirming in their sacks tucked under her arms. She made her way to her car, popped the trunk, and sealed them inside.
“Finally, all mine.”
She dumped the first twin onto the bed.
“What’s going on? Where am I? Who are you?”
She put her finger over the girl’s lips.
“Sh, my dear, I’ll explain everything. First, though I’m going to tie you up and you’re going to let me.”
“Why the fuck would I do that?”
“You’ll never find your sister if you don’t.”
The girl laid on her belly as Tami took her time slowly roping her lithe little body: arms together behind her back, then her legs, then her shoulders and finally around her knees.
“Beautiful my pet.”
Next came a bright red ball gag.
“Now let’s deal with that sister of yours.”
Said sister was dumped onto the bed in the guest room.
“What the fuck is wrong with you, you crazy bitch?!”
In a flash she was flipped onto her stomach and her ass struck with three hard spanks.
“Talk to me like that again and I use the paddle. Also, I’ll never tell you where to find your sister.
Her captive quickly settled down.
“Good girl. Now I’m going to tie you up and you’re going to let me.”
Eventually the twins were reunited, bound and gagged in their kidnapper’s bed as she stood over them smiling.
“Listen up: this is how things are going to go from now on. You,” she said to one twin while scratching her nails playfully against the poor girl’s bare feet, “are Sadiko. And you,” she turned her tickling nails to the twin, “are Samara. Those are the only names you are allowed to use. If you dare use your or your sister’s dead name you will receive five spankings from my paddle followed by five from my riding crop, on each cheek. You will also lose the right to talk for a week.
“You will refer to me as Mistress. I own you. You belong to me. You will do what I say, when I say. Don’t worry, most of it will be quite… pleasurable.”
She lowered her head between the legs of the girl she had renamed Sadiko, whose panties she had ripped off along with her sister’s, and gave her womanhood a long, powerful lick. Sadiko arched her back and moaned in a mix of shock and pleasure.
“I don’t expect much resistance from you two over the next few days. I’m going to fuck you tonight until you are broken.”
She gave Samara’s pussy a lick next.
“You will be mine by sunrise.”
She slowly stripped out of her own clothes and on top of her girls.
“Let’s begin.”