Halloween Party House

[prognosticat]

"What did you say this place used to be?" asked Tosha as she eyed the creepy looking tome.

"Just an ordinary farmhouse. My grandparents lived just down the road before Grandpa died and Grandma moved to the nursing home. But the place has been unoccupied since before I was born. Everybody always told me and my cousins to stay away from the place, but wouldn't tell us why, other than that we'd be too far away to yell for help in case somebody got hurt. But of course the stock pond at my grandparents' farm was farther away from their house than this place is, and they never told us not to go there. My cousins and I used to dare each other to come down here, and we would go as far as the porch, and look in the windows at all the stuff in here that was just left there. It looked like the people had just gone to town for the afternoon and planned to be back in a few hours. We usually just got creeped out in a few minutes and left it at that.

I always got the impression that there was something my grandparents and parents weren't telling me though, and it did seem odd that the place just sat there apparently abandoned for years and years.

So when I found out from my mom that the farm had been sold and the house was going to be torn down in a couple weeks, I decided this was my last opportunity to get some answers, and maybe have some fun in the process. I figured a Halloween party would be the perfect excuse to come out here with other people. I guess I really didn't want to explore the place all by myself."

He tugged gently on Tosha's chain. He was definitely glad he wasn't alone here -- if not due to the creepiness of the venue, then because of the exquisite nature of some of the company. Seeing Tosha on her knees, peering at the locked book was quite arousing to Will, and he knew he would have to have some more of her soon. But he also knew the value of anticipation, and relished the feeling that at any moment he could order Tosha to drop what she was doing and suck his dick, or present her juicy pussy for his inspection.

She was right -- they had all night. So he pushed thoughts of sex with his delicious slave girl out of his mind for a little longer while he thought about getting a look at the mysterious book. He didn't want to damage it if possible. He knew that the key for the handcuffs wouldn't open any doors -- it was obviously the wrong kind. But it did look like it might fit the lock on the clasp of the book. It couldn't hurt to try.

With a muffled, rusty click the clasp released. Surely a book and a pair of handcuffs wouldn't share a key! The fact that they did meant that there must be some connection between the two -- a startling idea.

With Tosha nestled up against his side, Will opened the book.

 

[Tosha_the_Kinky]

Tosha looked on as the cover of the book was opened, and runes in some strange language filled the page. Flipping further into the book, they saw pictures of what looked like witches, wearing long skirts and topless, while holding severed heads. Pictures of pentagrams surrounded by bowing men in robes, a woman in the middle about to be sacrificed. Tosha felt her heart beating faster and faster. She looked at the pages, hoping something would make them look fake. But nothing about them did...the book looked very old.

"I think maybe we should lock this book back up and put it where nobody is going to find it," she said, leaning against Will, her arms wrapped around him. "This is definitely giving me the creeps."

Will, for the moment, just kept flipping the pages, as they saw the face of a strange demon, its eyes looking up out of the picture at them.

 

[prognosticat]

Will stared at page after page of bizarre illustrations and indecipherable script, trying to figure out if this was some kind of outrageous coffee-table book, or a real ancient grimoire of black magic. Some of the illustrations depicted scenes of grisly dismemberment, while others portrayed drunken revelry featuring wild, public acts of sexual debauchery. And some of the illustrations showed both on the same page. He was alternately turned on and disgusted by the book, and was just about to close it, when he perceived a voice in his head. To be sure, it sounded like his own voice, but it came while gazing in creeped-out fascination at a picture of a large demonic face with hypnotic eyes.

"Fuck her. Fuck her. Fuck her in the ass."

It didn't control his actions. He felt fully in possession of his faculties. And he wasn't unfamiliar with finding himself thinking thoughts and words unbidden. But it was uncanny that these words came to him while looking at this demonic thing.

"I think maybe we should lock this book back up and put it where nobody is going to find it. This is definitely giving me the creeps."
That was no demon, for sure. It was Tosha, leaning her body into his side.

"Fuck her. Fuck her. Fuck her in the ass." He heard -- or thought -- the words again. He was sure it wasn't a demon speaking to him, or any nonsense like that. Still, he closed the book and clicked the little lock shut.

"Sure, Tosha," he said, "let's find the key for one of those little closet-rooms around the dormers, and we'll put it away in there, until we can figure out what to do with it."

They looked around the room some more. At length, Will discovered a key ring in the drawer of a dusty desk. One of the keys opened the south dormer room, though the north one apparently had a different lock. As they opened the door, they found a small table in front of the window, covered with little stalagmites of wax that had run down the sides of candles. The wood seemed scarred with little puncture holes as if someone had used it for playing mumbley-peg. Dark stains also marred the surface. A hooded robe hung from a nail driven into one of the wall studs. They set the book on the table and swiftly locked the door behind them.

"Creepy, indeed," remarked Will.
"Now, slave girl, I need you to help me to do something I've never done before. I never even thought I wanted to until tonight. Drop your bottoms. Now, lean over this chair." Tosha obediently did as she was told.

Will removed his jeans and lay his shorts on top of them. He reached around Tosha's near-naked form and began to caress her clit, occasionally dipping his fingers inside her labia to test her lubrication as he sensed her arousal awakening. He kissed the smooth skin on the back of her neck and her shoulders. He eased his rock-solid cock into her wet pussy from behind, only after he had determined that her juices were really flowing.

He fucked her cunt for a few minutes, reveling in the silky joy of it. But after a while, he leaned forward and whispered into Tosha's ear.

"Good Tosha, very good. Now that we're all juicy and lubed up, I want to see what it feels like to put this here cock of mine in your cute little ass."

 

[Tosha_the_Kinky]

"Yes, Master," she said, leaning forward over the chair, her ass high in the air. She arched her back a little bit more as his fingers toyed with her clit, and she felt the tip of his cock gently pressing against her anus.

Suddenly, without any warning, he pushed into her, her virgin anus stretching open as she gasped with a combination of both pleasure and pain. Tosha gripped the seat of the chair, keeping her ass tilted up, knowing that she'd promised to be his slave for the rest of the night, and she couldn't back out now. Although it had started off as just a kinky idea, there was something in his voice now when he spoke...she couldn't tell how it was different...but the thought of disobeying didn't even cross her mind.

Feeling Will pump in and out of her asshole, pumping quickly, his fingernails scratching down her back, his hand pulling back to give her ass a hard swat, Tosha purred in pleasure. She liked it rough, and Will definitely knew how to treat her roughly.

Suddenly he reached down, grabbing her by her long hair and pulling it as he continued pumping into her. She gasped as her head was forced back, feeling his long cock deep inside her ass. She didn't know how close he was to cumming, but a tremble went through her body as she orgasmed with a moan.

 

[prognosticat]

Will had been enjoying the slave master role, but it wasn't something that came naturally to his personality. He had to work a little to call her "sex slave" instead of "Tosha," but the role was coming more easily to him as the night went on.

Now, however, as he had Tosha bent over the chair, and had whispered his new-found desire in her ear, some passionate detonation occurred within him that nearly made him come unhinged.

His plan had been to very gently, slowly open up her anus with his well-lubricated dick. But when she replied, "Yes, Master," he almost lost control of himself. His cock, waiting patiently at the vestibule of her ass, plunged abruptly inside, as if to satisfy the urgency of the voice: "Fuck her. Fuck her. Fuck her in the ass."

To be sure, he was still in command of his actions, but he felt a compulsion and a frenzy he had not known before. He fucked her ass hard and fast. This time, he felt no need to hold back, to make it last -- just a driving need to pound deep inside her little hole, the sphincter muscle trying to relax, but spasming and contracting around his shaft.

He scratched down her back, probably enough to leave pink traces in her milky-smooth skin. He slapped her butt cheeks as he rode her, and pulled her hair. He needed to pull her, hold her, grab her, spank her, and fuck her, fuck her, fuck her till the fire burned low.

Though he fucked Tosha's ass vigorously, and without restraint, this would be his second orgasm of the evening, so it took a little effort to bring it to fruition. He ached for all the stimulation he could find, so he released the clasp of the costume top. He needed to feel Tosha's fantastic tits again. As the top fell free, her breasts were loosed to swing gently back and forth with the rocking of her body.

Will reached forward and grabbed her tits, cupping them, pinching the nipples, rubbing and squeezing them, soaking in the sheer pleasure of this female body he had the freedom to explore so fully.

She really was a gorgeous creature, and for a moment he felt aghast at the way he was using her, but the fire in his spirit hadn't quite burned out, and he grabbed her shoulders, the better to pull his throbbing cock more deeply into her ass.

Will stifled a shout as he came, pumping white, hot jism deep into her rectum, thrusting again and again as waves of release shot through him. He was nearly in tears as he stood behind Tosha, his breathing slowing, and his cock slowly shrinking and softening, still buried in her ass.

He wondered what had gotten into him, and hoped he hadn't seriously hurt her. But he gave her reddened butt cheeks a few more hard but playful slaps as Tosha's ass finally pushed his flaccid penis back out.

"Very good, slave girl. Very, very good. Now you deserve a reward for your faithful service." He turned her around and sat her on the chair, pulling her legs apart. The look on her face told him that if he had hurt her, it was a pain she was more than willing to accept.

Now he knelt between her thighs. He inhaled the musky fragrance of her cunt, and began slowly teasing her pink and swollen clit with his tongue and the tip of his nose. He reached his arms up and again grabbed ahold of her breasts, rolling the nipples roughly between his fingers.

He began to lap more insistently now at her pussy, thrusting his tongue inside, and biting the puffy skin surrounding her labia. He wanted to eat her till she begged for mercy.

 

[Tosha_the_Kinky]

She felt his tongue sliding against her clit, the pleasure coursing through her body, her nipples hardening even more. But, before he got any further, she asked, "Master, would you please handcuff your slave girl?"

He was more than happy to oblige, pulling her hands behind her head, wrapping them around the top rung of the chair's back, and cuffing them where she could hardly move at all. She felt the metal from the cuffs painfully against her wrists, but being so helpless in this dark room was enough of a turn-on that she said nothing, other than a playful, "Thank you, Master."

As he slid down to his knees again, pushing her legs wider apart, she felt his tongue darting into her, flicking against her clit, making every nerve in her body stand on end with pleasure. She gasped, leaning her head back further, as she felt Will.....her Master.....pleasuring her pussy. She couldn't remember ever being more turned on. With a moan, she closed her eyes, and didn't see the strange shadow that quickly crossed the room. Will didn't see it either as it moved into the room and drifted into the shadows in the far corner.

 

[prognosticat]

Will licked and nibbled Tosha's pussy until she had come six or seven times, wiggling and writhing with her hands fastened to the chair by the handcuffs. He truly loved eating pussy. He loved the flavors and textures – the tartness of sauerkraut and the softness of angel food cake. She finally entered a state where Will could jab out across her clit with his tongue and she would buck as if an electric shock were running through her. Slowly he tapered the stimulation down.

“Make ready the bride.” The words drifted across Will's consciousness as he was preparing to release Tosha from the handcuffs, having finally lifted his head from between her silky thighs. This time, while the suggestion sounded in his head as before, it seemed somehow to have had a directionality to it, almost as if it had originated in one dark corner of the room.

“Make ready the bride.” What the hell was that supposed to mean? The suggestion to “fuck her in the ass” had worked out well enough in the end, but this didn't make too much sense to Will. He was going for the key, which he had placed on the pile of clothes he had discarded on the floor, when he remembered the wardrobe full of wedding dresses.

There was an old bed with headboard and footboard made of metal pipes curved in arches, with vertical pipes, like a barred window. It was covered with old, dusty boxes. Will lifted the boxes and set them on the floor. He opened the wardrobe and removed three wedding dresses. He unlocked Tosha from the chair and laid her out on the bed. He dressed her in one of the wedding dresses, then cuffed her arms to the metal pipes at the head. The other two dresses he used to tie her feet to the foot of the bed, her legs spread wide.

As he worked on securing Tosha, his feet kicked something under the bed. He got down on his knees and discovered a knife. This was not a fishing knife, or a butcher knife, or anything else one would expect to find on a farm. The hilt was jeweled, or had been at one time; all but one small emerald having long since fallen away. The blade was not straight, but wavy, ending in a tip that curved sharply to one side. He picked it up and laid it on a table beside the bed.

Will found a box of candles, and dug a lighter out of his pocket. He set a few on tables and bureaus, but one he held in his hand.

“Tosha, we need to preserve your fruits – the flowering of your youth. Seal them up in wax, to keep them fresh and tasty.”

He ripped the front of the wedding dress down to her belly, pulling it open wide enough to reveal her firm breasts, the erect nipples tracing tiny ovals as she breathed heavily in and out. He started dripping wax on her nipples, covering them and her dark areolas with a quickly hardening seal, like a plug of paraffin on the top of a canning jar.

He hiked up her dress, exposing the junction of her splayed out legs with her body. He let the wax drip on her pussy, caking it in a white shell.

“Make ready the bride.”

Will's cock had risen again to attention. He wiped it down with one of the dresses he'd used to tie her legs. He crawled onto the bed and sat on her chest, presenting his dick to her mouth.

 

[Tosha_the_Kinky]

As Will lifted her and put her on the old, dusty bed, she was surprised to see the strange metal piping that made up the bed's frame. Of course, when he cuffed her to the pipes above her head, thoughts of more kinky sex drove all concerns about the strange bed out of her mind. She watched as he tied her ankles with her legs spread wide, then she purred happily when he tore the front of the wedding dress open, her perky nipples hard.

When he took the strange-looking knife out from under the bed, Tosha was a little alarmed. "What is that?" she said, but Will acted as if he didn't even hear her words. As if in a trance, he put the knife on the table nearby. Then, he said,

“Tosha, we need to preserve your fruits – the flowering of your youth. Seal them up in wax, to keep them fresh and tasty.”

"What the fuck are you talking about?" she said, right before the hot wax dripped down onto her perky nipple. She gasped and writhed on the bed as the hot wax burned her skin, and quickly dried, coating her nipples in a thin layer of wax. Then, pulling up the dress, he began dripping the hot wax onto her pussy. Gasping and crying out with pain as drips hit her cunt, Tosha squirmed, getting drips of hot wax scattered around on her thighs as well. The pain was shocking with each drop, but it was making her even more turned on.

Finally, Will crawled forward, placing his cock in front of Tosha's mouth. Closing her eyes, she sucked him hard and fast, wanting to taste his cum, wanting to feel it splash across her cheeks. She was working it quickly, like a piston, for some reason the strangeness of this whole situation making her more horny than she had been before. She didn't know it wasn't her own arousal she was feeling, but the arousal of something strange lurking in the shadows.

She licked and sucked Will's hard cock, dust from the bed still floating around in the darkness around them.

 

[prognosticat]

Will fucked Tosha's mouth in a trance-like state, almost mechanistically, plodding methodically toward orgasm. He could feel her lips, her tongue, and her teeth as she sucked his rod, but his rhythm was driven as if by clockwork, and he perceived that his sensations were being tapped, like blood diverted into a mosquito's proboscis. Something in the darkness was leeching his stimulation. This made him strain harder to get the stimulation he needed.

He began to drop large beads of sweat onto Tosha's body as she furiously gave him head. He gripped the iron headboard until the veins on the backs of his hands flared out in relief. Gradually he approached orgasm, with Tosha putting forth great effort to make him come. It seemed that just as he was on the brink of orgasm, his release would dissipate into the darkness behind him.

By the time he did finally come, shooting burst after burst of semen into Tosha's mouth, he was wracked with tension. He let out a tortured growl, and only gradually unclenched his contracted muscles.

His head was ringing and his field of vision had constricted to a tunnel. And now new words came into his head.

"Prick her, cut her, bleed her." They repeated over and over. It made his temples throb and filled his conscious awareness. "Prick her, cut her, bleed her." Now he knew the words were not his own, though they sounded in his voice. But he couldn't make it stop. He couldn't get free of the insane demand.

He climbed unsteadily down from the bed. His hand reached to the table beside the bed and found the knife with the wavy blade. Behind him, he could feel the cold shadow draw closer. He regarded the knife as if in a drunken stupor.

"Prick her, cut her, bleed her."

He set the tip of the blade gently down on Tosha's skin, just below her collar bone. Applying no pressure at all, he dragged the blade's curved point down, scraping, but not cutting, all down the front of her torso.

 

[Tosha_the_Kinky]

The blade of the knife scratched lightly along her skin, and cut easily through the fabric of the wedding dress, leaving it cut open, and all of her spread-eagle body exposed. She could feel her heart beating fast, Will's sweat on her body along with her own as he straddled her, trailing the sharp knife along her body.

"I trust you," she said softly, knowing that she somehow believed it. She hadn't known him for more than a year, and she hadn't heard anyone else in quite some time. Perhaps they were the only ones in the house right now. If he killed her up here in the dark attic, no one would ever find her. But, somehow, she wasn't worried.

She looked up into his eyes as the knife continued trailing over her skin, leaving a thin red line in its wake. Not a cut, just enough of a scratch to redden her skin, although the slightest bit of extra pressure would be enough to draw blood. She was breathing slowly, not wanting to cause her own cuts, not knowing what Will had in mind for the rest of the night, but knowing that she'd promised to do whatever he said, and to do it with a smile.

He slid the flat of the blade over her pussy, and he chuckled madly to himself when he saw how it turned her on. "Does that feel good, slave?" he said in a sinister voice, leaning down and kissing along her neck, then roughly biting it.

"Yes, it does, Master."

 

[prognosticat]

"Prick her, cut her, bleed her."

The voice wouldn't stop. Will's head throbbed and his tunnel vision had narrowed further. There was something in the room. Something was trying to control him -- make him see what it wanted to see, and do what it wanted to do. And what it wanted to do was have its way with Tosha, and a rather nasty way at that.

A piece of the darkness had separated from the shadows in the corner of the room and moved slowly toward them. Will was standing over Tosha in a delirious state.

"Make ready the bride. Prick her, cut her, bleed her."

Will hadn't moved in half a minute. He stared out into space, and then looked down at Tosha, then at the knife in his hand.

"Master?" Then Tosha saw the shadow -- a deepening of the darkness behind Will, threatening to envelop both of them. "Master, behind you!"

Something in the tone of Tosha's voice shocked Will back to sensibility. He wheeled around and faced the shadow.

"What do you want?" he snapped.

"Make ready the bride. I will have her now. I am so tired. I am so hungry. I will have her blood for my meal."

"You keep away from her! She's not yours, you son of a bitch. She's mine! I'm her master, not you!"

Will felt a white hot rage welling up inside himself. He lifted the knife. But somewhere in his distressed brain he thought to wonder whether one of the other guys was playing some kind of prank on him. He lashed out with his left hand, jabbing and pushing toward the indistinct specter that lay ahead of him. It seemed as if the air grew rapidly denser and colder, until he encountered what felt like ribs made of shafts of bitterly cold compressed air. This wasn't one of his friends.

"She is mine," wailed the shrill voice in his head. "She belongs to me."

"The fuck you say," answered Will.

He thrust the knife forward, the hand that held it slowing as it entered the darkness. A hissing scream erupted in his head as the knife roughly ripped through the invisible resistance before him. He pulled it out and stabbed again. This time he felt a cold grip enclosing around his left arm. As he drove the wavy blade through the dark perturbations of air, he felt the handle begin to grow hot in his hand, while frosty air began to fall from the blade.

The shrieking in his head began to fade, and Will pulled the knife back, lifted it over his head, and drove it down into the darkness again. With his third blow, the grip on his left hand loosened, and the shadow began to fade. The knife handle was now so hot it threatened to burn his hand. He let it go, and it hung in the air, in a diminishing column of darkness, the handle gradually drooping, until finally it fell to the floor with a clatter. The blade, which had become cold and brittle, shattered against the floor.

In a few more seconds, the remaining darkness seemed to coagulate into the vague shape of a hooded cloak. It hung eerily in the air for a second or two, appearing to wave in a breeze they could not feel. Then it fell to the floor. The shadow was gone.

Will turned back toward Tosha.

"I don't know what the fuck that was, but you're a very, very good slave girl for helping me see it was there. I think you've earned a reward."

 

[Tosha_the_Kinky]

With a smile, Will slid onto the bed again, his tongue sliding up the inside of her legs, licking quickly across her clit, then sliding up her toned tummy. With a gasp, she felt his teeth gently grip her nipple and tug. "Oooooh, you're rough!" she giggled as he slid two fingers inside of her. Their rapid movements worked her clit rapidly and brought her close to cumming quickly. Then, with a chuckle, he slid into her, pumping rapidly, riding her roughly. Tosha gasped, arching her back, her head thrown backwards on the pillows, eyes closed, as she felt his long, thick cock so deep inside her.

Pumping as he pinched and tweaked her nipples, he was getting close to orgasm again, but not as close as she was. With a scream, Tosha came, and kept cumming, again and again.

Will's sweat dripped down on her as she lie there, still helpless and cuffed to the bed, feeling as Will dominated her. Opening her eyes and looking up at him, she came once more, and felt him orgasm inside of her at the same time. He thrust deep inside her, and she could feel his orgasm as her body shuddered with delight. Then, he collapsed on top of her, kissing her gently along the neck.

"Mmmmm, thank you, Master," she said softly.

With a chuckle, Will sat up, running his hand up her toned body. "I'm not done having fun with you yet.....slave."

 

[prognosticat]

Before diving back onto Tosha, Will peeled up the cakes of wax he had earlier dripped onto her nipples and pussy. He considered the impressions of her tender anatomy in the wax for a moment.

“If I had covered your whole body with wax I could cast a slave-girl for my dorm room!” he joked. He licked his way up her body, torturing her nipples for a while, as he finger-fucked her. In a few minutes, he gleefully climbed on top of her, pushing his cock deep within her, with her legs still tied to the corners of the bed. He screwed her hard, getting off even more now on the feeling of her restrained body, responding with little twists and squirms beneath him. He'd come enough times this evening that he actually had to work to approach orgasm, but Tosha seemed to come almost effortlessly, releasing a little scream as she did.

Finally, Tosha's eyes, which she had held tightly shut most of the time he'd been fucking her, flicked open and gazed at him, presenting such a sexy visage of feral desire, that it threw him over the top. He thought she was coming yet again as he drove his dick deep inside her over and over, pumping her tight pussy full of hot cum with each stroke. He flopped his head down, and kissed her neck, his shaft still throbbing inside her.

"Mmmmm, thank you, Master," sighed Tosha.

"I'm not done having fun with you yet.....slave."

Will went to an old hall tree bearing various pieces of outerwear so old they might be back in style again for the third time. He pulled a peacock feather off of a lady's dress hat, and brandished it wickedly in front of Tosha.

He began by tickling each of her toes, one at a time, and running the tip of the feather up and down the bottoms of her feet, then all around their sides. Then he flicked it across the top of her feet before tickling her ankles. Slowly he worked his way up the tender inside surfaces of her legs, teasing the skin with both short and long strokes. Then he flipped the feather around and 'wrote' on her legs with the quill end of the feather. He pointedly avoided her labia, still glistening, swollen, and red from her recent fucking; and swept the feather across her belly. Will skirted her breasts, stroking her shoulders, her neck, and her armpits, then proceeding up the back side of her arms.

When he got to the tips of Tosha's fingers, he reversed direction and began to work back down her body with the feather. This time he began to pay attention to her breasts, tickling and teasing, lightly brushing the nipples, and all around the tender skin. With his left hand Will began to pinch and tweak her nipples in alternation with the tickling, trying to awaken every nerve ending on the surface of Tosha's skin.

 

[Tosha_the_Kinky]

“If I had covered your whole body with wax I could cast a slave-girl for my dorm room!” he joked.

Giggling and looking up at him, Tosha said, "Why would you want that, when you could just take the real me back to your dorm and keep me there, tied up?"

Riding her, he orgasmed and fell forward.

"Mmmmm, thank you, Master," sighed Tosha.

"I'm not done having fun with you yet.....slave."

Will rushed from the room as she lay there in anticipation, naked in the attic of this strange house. Then, he came back in, his cock starting to harden again, holding a feather. He began mercilessly tickling her toes, the bottoms of her feet, as she cried out in burst after burst of giggles, thrashing helplessly against her bonds.

He made his way up her body, tickling every inch of her, her body already helplessly sensitive and turned on from Will's rough riding of her just a moment ago. Then, he mercilessly made his way back down her body again, her body arching as she cried out, tears in her eyes from ticklishness.

As he started honing in on her hardened, sensitive nipples, she gasped in pleasure, feeling his left hand twist them alternately, shivers of pleasure coursing through her body. She lay looking up at him, feeling entirely helpless...not just because she couldn't move at all, but also because she knew he could ask her to do anything and she would. "Mmmmm, thank you, Master" she purred again, looking up at him as he toyed with her breasts.