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The Party Toy

By: MrDeviant



Did you ever want to swing with another couple? Have you ever dreamed of what it would be like to do so? Well, I've not only dreamed of it, I've done it. 

It happened accidentally after a party that some friends of my wife held. It was a nice day and the barbeque was slowly roasting in the background. You could smell the prime rib from down the block and then some. 

Now my wife, who is 5' 7" tall with waist length chestnut brown hair, large gravity defying size 54EE breasts and the most sexual of creatures, was flirting, as she likes to do, with everyone including the hostess' husband. So it was no surprise what happened later. I must admit I was flirting with the hostess, so maybe the only shock was why it took so long for it to happen. 

Our hostess is about 30 years old (10 years younger than we are), has long golden tresses, legs that go all the way to her ass, the face of an angel and the attitude and lustfulnesss of a wanton woman. Her husband was about a year or two older than her with more tattooes that most. He was about 5' 8", stout, kind of built like a fireplug; had black hair and blue eyes. Together they made quite a couple. 

Myself, I am 6' tall, brown haired with hazel green eyes that change color based upon my mood, about 250 pounds and severely blessed in the sex organ department. 

Now with my wife flirting with the husband and me the wife I suppose it was inevitable that something was going to happen. So, when I caught her in bed with him I responded the way any man in my position would, I took the wife in the bedroom next door and fucked her until she was moaning so loud there was no way she couldn't be heard by them! 

Eventually they came in to join us and there was not need for them to get dressed first as we were all already naked and very, very horny.  As my wife and her husband joined us we could see the gleams in their eyes. My wife came to me and began to lick my cock as it went in and out of another woman's pussy. I even let my cock slip out a few times and slid it into my wife's throat so she could taste the juices of both of us. She sucked me like a professional cocksucker. 

Meanwhile the husband went to work on my wife's pussy with his rampant member from behind. As he rammed her hard from behind she was forced forward into my cock and the other woman's pussy. After getting a taste of both of us she started licking us both in earnest. 

The wife, Chrystal, and the husband, Chris, were quite the kinky couple. There was not much that we did not try with them that night. By the end of the first hour together Chris and I had filled both women numerous times in their pussies, mouths and asses, several times alone and numerous times together as well. 

Chrystal turned out to be even kinkier than her husband as she begged us both to fuck her in her pussy at the same time. With my cock sawing out as Chris' went in and then vice versa Chrystal was orgasming non-stop. As she lubricated heavily the juices flowed from her and spread about quite well. It was a bit of a shock to her as I slipped out of her and then back in--to her sweet ass. 

I pounded into her as her husband rammed her pussy. It was the most incredible feeling that I'd had in quite some time. What was even more incredible however, was when my wife, who denied me assfucking her due to a previous lover's turning her off on it, allowed me access finally to her ass as well. 

As I got on my hands and knees behind my wife I had no problem with teasing her puckered star with my tongue. Like the consummate pussylicker that I am I used those same skills on her ass. Slowly but surely she opened up to me. Her pussy I massaged with my fingers and she juiced up even more than she already was. 

I took my wife's pussy juices and worked it into her starfish. The look on her face as my first finger penetrated her was priceless. Her eyes were slowly and increasingly glazing over with lust. 

Being the patient person that I am I did not rush filling her with my cock but spent time teasing her, massaging her, getting her ready for me. I didn't want my wife to have the same experience of bad anal fucking that she'd had with a previous boyfriend because he had been drunk, too rough with her and tore her ass open with his large cock, thus turning her off of it originally. 

My mouth and tongue and fingers were so busy, and my mind so focused on pleasing my wife, that I barely noticed Chrystal teasing me prostate with her tongue. My second finger went into my wife alongside the first with just a slight touch of pain. Of course I slowed down my ministrations at that point and let the pleasure build gradually within her. I wasn't going to rush her. I wanted her to know what good anal loving was like and I wanted to be the one to introduce her to the greatest pleasure she could ever know. 

I judged my wife's desire, her lust, by her eyes, her breathing, her ministrations to Chrystal, her moans and her words. When she started begging me to slowly push my fingers in and out of her I could do nothing but respond automatically. If it were possible to see my own eyes I am sure that they would have been glazed over as if drugged. 

As I slipped my third finger into my wife a glass of water appeared in front of my mouth. It is a good thing as I had gone dry. I gulped the water down and resumed licking my wife and working my fingers into her. To me she tasted better than black licorice and sweeter than Swiss chocolate. I felt pressure at my ass but thought nothing of it at the time. 

Completely focused on my wife I was enjoying it as she ate Chrystal out and rode my mouth and fingers. Eventually, when the pressure on my ass increased, I thought something was up. By the time it occured to me that Chris was about to enter my ass I was already filling my wife the same way and pounding her hard and fast at her urging. 

Chrystal was grinning at her husband as he buggered my ass. 

"See," she laughed, "I told you if you got him distracted with something he truly wanted you could take his ass without concern." 

My wife, realizing what had happened, looked at me as I came to enjoy his filling my behind. 

"Darlin'," she said, "you always told me that you were not homophobic and I never believed you--until now." 

I could not respond to it. I did not know if I couldn't or wouldn't, but I didn't in either case. 

My wife pulled off of my cock and put Chrystal on her back with her pussy towards both of us. Together, man and wife, we shared another woman's pussy for the first time. Together we licked both her inner and outer pussy lips. Together we tongued her clit and g-spot.  Together we made her cum all over our faces and we french kissed each other while doing it, even going so far as to clean the cum off of each other's face. 

He sawed his cock in and out of my ass as I, and my wife, ate out his wife. Being as anal erotic as I am, though my wife has never indulged that particular kink of mine, I felt right at home with something buried in my ass. Usually I use a double-sided dildo, an anal plug or a glass bottle. Today, however, I had a long, thick, pulsing piece of male flesh there--and it felt amazingly good considering I am straight. 

Now I have always been submissive around women, but never men, but today that was to change as my wife ordered me to please Chris. She told him that today I was to obey his every command and then looked at me as if to say, "You wanted me as your Mistress. You got it! Now do as I say and obey him as you would me." 

"Get your mouth off of my wife's pussy," he began, "suck my cock clean instead whore." 

I hesitated. 

"Slut," my wife, now Mistress said, "get a washcloth, soap it up, clean his cock then get to sucking it." 

I knew she wouldn't let me suck his dirty cock. 

"He may suck your cock after it comes out of his ass, but only after his ass has been cleaned out with an enema," Mistress said. 

With that said he grabbed me by the cock and hauled me outside by it only pausing to grab a full champagne bottle on the way out of the house. 

"On all fours, ass in the air high slut," he said. Of course the ladies had followed us so he grabbed both women and removed their cum from their pussies and put it on my ass. He then, in full view of them, and heaven knows who else, removed the cock to the bottle and quickly rammed it up my ass. I felt full, some pain and a lot of pressure as the alcoholic effects began rather quickly. 

I was drunk, horny, had an ass full of champagne and the neck of its bottle in me and he was pushing it further and further in. He was trying to get the whole bottle in my ass I think and so far it was working its way there rather well. 

My temporary Master had me keep the alcohol inside me for far longer than I thought possible. While I was doing this a crowd, the long forgotten party attendees, were gathering around me. My Mistress placed her pussy in front of my face and told me to lick her out. She then proceeded to tell the partygoers to form two lines: women at my face and men at my ass. 

As if I did not feel slutty enough my wife/Mistress told me I was going to be used by everyone, that I was to service everyone at the party without exception. She, in turn, planned on being well laid by every man and woman there. There was no turning back now. 

Unbeknownst to me, earlier when I had been given some wather it had been drugged with Viagra, X, some hallucinogen and a few other things, so whether this was all in my mind, actually happening or some combination thereof I had no idea. What I can tell you is real is my 12" hardon from Hell poking a something I could not see. As I pushed into it I felt a very warm, very wet heat surrounding my cock. Whatever it was I don't know because before I could look a blindfold was tightened around my head and the lights seemingly went out. 

I was servicing numerous people as well as having my rampant member buried in someone I could not see. Of course I did what came naturally. My body said, "Fuck it slut," and my mind was no in charge so that is exactly what I did. i was nothing but a fucktoy, and from the sound of the noisesI hear, so was my wife or at least she was using a couple of them. 

At one point I felt a hand pull someone from my mouth. I was then, rather suddenly and unceremoniously, pushed face first into the ground. The large cock that was in me popping out with a suddenness that made me gasp. Then there was the feel of metal and the sound of a "click" as I realized that I was being handcuffed. 

Like I said Chris and Chrystal were really kinky. I was force marched somewhere else--somewhere with cold concrete flooring--I could feel it under my feet which were as naked as the rest of me. The only other thing I felt was my cock bobbing against my body at least until I was strapped to something which felt wooden and left me completely vulnerable in the shape of an X. Once I was in it, the cuffs padded with an extremely soft lining, I felt two things happen simultaneously: the first was a set of lips descended upon my body licking every exposed portion of my skin and the second was a very real whipping. 

Eventually the lips reached my genitals and as they did so I felt their owner somehow become more attached to me there. Whoever it was could move up and down on my cock, but not off of it. In other words, they were forced to fellate me as I was whipped. So while I was whipped I was forced to fuck someone's unknown mouth and rather savagely at that. Soon enough the whipping doubled as if there was two people doing it.  It turned out to be more than that--much more. 

When one is blindfolded their sense of hearing tends to become their foremost sense. I heard numerous voices and realized that I had indeed become not only the neighborhood sex toy but whipping boy as well. Man and woman both took turns violating my male pussies then whipping me afterward. 

Once the blindfold was removed I saw my wife strapped to my cock and a cock sticking both into her and out of her. She was effectively gagged by my cock and behind her was the largest man I'd ever seen personally. He had to easily be 7' 6" tall and he was plunging into my wife's pussy like a jackhammer. When he exploded he aimed his cock over her back and shot his firehose of a cock at me. When he came he covered both me and my wife in his cum. 

Something went over my face and when I came to I had been strapped down again, but this time spread-eagle on the ground. An anal plug had been inserted this time in my ass, which, it seemed, could change temperature, grow in length and girth as well as vibrate, but they were not controlled by me. 

Someone, or someones, were controlling the plug and they used it to keep me on edge but made sure not to let me release. I doubt that I could anyway as they had also attached a similiar remote controlled device, this one a cock and ball harness, to my cock and balls. This one, however, could tighten or loosen on my private region and it had a vibrating, very realistic feeling sleeve that sort of felt like a woman's pussy or mouth was on me at all times. 

The blindfold was removed previously but now a mask took its place and this one had a built in set of earplugs as well. Deaf and blind I had no idea what was coming. 

I sure as hell figured it out when the hot wax hit my skin. I especially knew it when the hot wax hit the point where I ejaculate from. I don't think I've ever screamed louder, or came quite as hard, in my entire life as when that hot wax hit my piss slit and keep dripping on it until it was completely covering not only me there but the rest of my cockhead as well. 

Soon enough I felt a warm wetness on me and it seemed to come from everywhere at once. The piss was salty as I found out when some rained on my lips. My wife's screams of both agony and ecstasy were heard from a distance but I could tell she was enjoying herself. 

Chrystal and Chris told me how they had planned, with my wife, my new Mistress, to make me over into the gangbang slut whore that I now appeared to be. She had told them of how I liked to be dominated, how kinky I was and how I would love to play with them. They set me up for this treatment. My wife came back to me later and told me she had granted my wish about being my Mistress and owner. She further told me that as my owner she had called my job and quit it for me. I now had been well used, had no job, was effectively a cuckold and turned into a bisexual fucktoy at that. 

My best fantasy, or my worst nightmare, had now come true.  Where do I go from here? No matter. It isn't up to me anyhow!! 

The Party Trap



"You DO know where we're going, don't you?"

Diana said this as she peered out the window from the passenger seat of the little car as it struggled down a country dirt road that probably wasn't on any map printed. 

From the driver's seat, her best friend Andy shrugged as he too peered out the windshield, trying to see anything through the dark September night that would give him a clue as to where they were going. "Sally said this was the road, it's on the map there." He indicated the small slip of paper that Diana had pinned to the visor for easier viewing. 

"I'm beginning to wonder if she was sober when she wrote them down," muttered Diana balefully. "What's this party supposed to be for, anyway?" 

"I don't know any more than what Sally and Greg told both of us," Andy replied, slowing down as the headlights indicated a sharp right turn up ahead. "Some kind of mystery thing, everyone pairs up."

Diana nodded, remembering the conversation she'd had with Sally about that. Within their circle of friends, created in college and strong ever since, she and Andy were the only two who remained unattached. Everyone else had either married or had been dating the same person for over a year now. So usually Andy and Diana paired up if neither had a date to bring to a party. 

But since Andy and Diana had been friends since childhood, they never minded being paired up together. They had been close friends for many years, confiding in each other and leaning on one another. It was actually Andy who introduced Diana to the college crowd he ran with, having known her since grade school, and they had all accepted her in enthusiastically. Any friend of Andy's was a friend of theirs. 

Andy and Diana could talk to each other very easily, and occasionally have a pretty good argument as well, but in general they got along so well that they almost took one another for granted. If there were any deeper feelings on either of their minds regarding one another, they were never expressed. Andy had dated his share of girls in the past, and Diana herself had also had an active social life. Many a night she had cried on Andy's shoulder after a bad breakup, which was how most of her relationships ended, in part due to her fiery temper. And Andy himself could recall many times he had kept Diana up all night, venting his emotions on her willing ears. There just wasn't anyone else who could listen in silence and understand with her eyes, as Diana could do. 

"Look," Diana said, pointing up ahead. Andy saw it almost as soon as she spoke. The road dead ended in a driveway up ahead. As Andy's car got closer, his headlights fell upon the house they were supposed to meet the gang at, and first his jaw, and then Diana's, dropped open in astonishment. 

The house they were looking at could only be called a mansion. At least three stories, not counting what could only be an attic, and spread out into two different wings. It rose tall over the manicured lawn and gravelled driveway. Looking up, Andy could see bars on all of the windows. The huge stone house looked exotic and creepy to him. To Diana, staring at it through the windshield, it looked like an English nursing home.

Andy stopped the car behind a group of other cars belonging to previously arrived guests, most of which he recognized. It looked like he and Diana were the last to arrive. He turned off the engine, but neither he nor Diana made a move to get out of the car. They both continued to stare at the house, wondering if they were at the right place. 

"Do you recognize this place?" Diana asked, turning to look at Andy. In the moonlight, her ice green eyes looked doubtful and apprehensive. Andy saw it clearly and wondered, as he had many times before, if Diana ever really knew how expressive her eyes were; she could hide so little.

"I know I've never been here before," Andy said, thinking that Diana could have been right about Sally being drunk when she wrote the directions down for them. 

Diana shook her head, her pale blond hair, done in a French twist for what had been described to them as a black tie affair, glinted in the moonlight. "I don't remember this place being mentioned by anyone in the gang before. How did Sally and Greg find it?"

Andy shrugged. "Greg's pretty good at finding what he wants to find. This mystery party was his idea. We'd better go in."

They both got out of the car. Diana took a quick moment to pull down her black sequined cocktail dress, which boasted spaghetti straps and a very short skirt, showing off her lean body and long legs beautifully. Andy waited patiently and watched her. He always liked to watch Diana, though he had always avoided thinking about why.

They both started toward the huge house, Diana stumbling a little on the graveled drive, which was not easy to navigate in high heels. Andy reached out and steadied her. It was the least he could do, after she had had the good manners not to laugh at him when he had shown up at her house in a tuxedo. 

Diana accepted his arm thankfully. They continued down the long drive until they came to a small porch in front of large double doors that sported a lion's head knocker. 

Andy rolled his eyes when he saw it, and Diana held down the urge to laugh. As good looking as he was, especially in his tuxedo, he was still the same Andy, a regular guy trapped in a monkey suit. 

Andy reached out to grasp the knocker, but before he could touch it, the doors swung silently open on well-oiled hinges, making both of them jump. They were confronted by a tall, very thin man dressed in what Diana recognized as a butler's uniform. The man was as pale as death, with thin, pale hair to match, and his colorless eyes regarded them both disdainfully.

Andy was struck speechless, but Diana, as usual, was not. "Good evening," she said, picking up the manners she had been taught in childhood but only used when necessary. Only someone who knew her so well, such as Andy, could hear the barely contained laughter beneath her velvety tone. He had to bite his lip to keep from laughing himself. 

"You are...?" The butler blocked their entrance, standing ramrod straight, his eyes on Diana, who had spoken first. Diana gave him their names. 

"You are expected. Please follow me."

"We are expected," Andy muttered under his breath, loud enough for only Diana to hear. Diana rewarded him with a sharp poke in the ribs, as they followed the walking ghoul into the house. 

Both Andy and Diana stopped in their tracks, gazing in awe at the foyer that they stood in. Diana's entire house could have fit easily into it. Marble flooring stretched before them, even up the massive staircase right in front of them. The walls were hung with expensive artwork, and the foyer was well lit, and completely silent. It looked like something out of a movie about very rich and very weird people. 

"Jesus," Andy muttered. Diana said nothing. 

The sound of a voice being cleared broke them of their inspection of the front hall, as they both remembered their butler escort, who was now standing impatiently in the hall that led to the right of the staircase, waiting for them. Andy flushed, and Diana returned the butler's glare as they continued to follow him. They headed down the long, well-lit hall, Diana's heels loudly announcing their approach on the marble flooring. The butler's pace did not permit pause to view the expensive art hanging on the walls. 

Finally they came to a set of double doors, which the butler ceremoniously swung open, then stood aside for them to enter. Andy gave their escort a nod of thanks. Diana ignored him completely. She had not liked the butler's response to her polite treatment of him. 

They found themselves in a library. Every wall held shelves of books, all leather bound, and judging from the freshness of the leather scent, probably never taken down and read. In the center of the room, there was a large stone fireplace, in front of which there was an assortment of comfortable looking chairs, all of which were occupied by their friends. 

Everyone turned to stare at them. Diana and Andy slowly halted their approach toward the fireplace. The seed of doubt that had already been planted in their minds now blossomed into a full flower of apprehension. Their close college friends, the people they had gone to parties with and bars with, were staring at both of them as though they were strangers. No one said a word of greeting, no one stood up. No one smiled. They just looked at them both in an expectant way, as if waiting for one of them to sprout a second head. 

A chill ran down Diana's spine, and she took a step closer to Andy, looking up at him in confusion. His dark blue eyes returned her gaze with the same confusion. Whatever they had been expecting, it was certainly not for their closest friends to treat them as though they were strangers. 

"Sit, please."

The voice came from directly behind them. Diana, whose nerves were beginning to grow raw, jumped, whirled around, and very nearly swung a fist at the man who now stood behind them. He had approached them in silence, and Andy quickly grabbed Diana's elbow. With a visible effort, she regained her composure. 

The man who had spoken was not the butler who had escorted them in. This was a tall, very regal-looking gentleman with snow-white hair, dressed in a dark black suit. He smiled at them, the first friendly gesture they had seen since arriving. Andy relaxed a little, but did not let go of Diana's elbow. He knew the smile would make no difference to her. Her guard was solidly up now, and it was clear she did not like this entire affair so far. Neither did he, but having known the group of people in front of the fireplace a little longer, he was willing to give them the benefit of the doubt. 

Vaguely he wondered if Diana trusted anyone except him.

The tall man who had spoken gestured toward the two remaining empty chairs, set a little apart from the others, but Diana made no move toward them.

"Who are you?" she asked, piercing the man with those ice green eyes, giving him what Andy liked to call "the iceberg stare" that she was famous for. And even on this cool, elegant stranger, it worked. He looked at her and flinched. But he recovered quickly. 

"I am Edward St. John," he replied calmly. "I own this house, and I have been asked to host this affair. Please, make yourselves comfortable."

Obviously unsatisfied, but aware of the expectant stares of the others, Diana warily moved to one of the chairs and seated herself. Andy took the other and moved it closer to hers, knowing she was growing increasingly upset, and hoping he could keep her calmed down. He was beginning to worry. No one knew Diana's temper like he did, and this sort of game was just the thing to set it off. And when she lost her temper, she did not care what she did or who she did it to. 

Everyone was still staring at them, and Sally and Greg, who had arranged this whole thing, were now smiling at Andy. It was becoming obvious to both Andy and Diana that they were the focus of this whole party, but neither of them could think of why. Neither had a birthday coming up, or any other reason to be thrown a party. 

Mr. St. John stood in front of the fireplace and cleared his throat. "Thank you all for coming," he began. "As you are all aware, this party has a mystery theme. But it is not a murder mystery, staged for you to solve. Rather, we will call it the "personals mystery." When you all recieved your invitations, you were told to bring a significant other or a spouse." His eyes came to rest on Andy and Diana. Andy squirmed in his chair a little. Diana's cold glare suddenly turned smoking, and she treated everyone in the room to it except Andy. 

"The theme of this party," Mr. St. John said, "is that each couple has been given a task to complete, and assigned a room in this house to complete it in. Each couple has a different task. The instructions and everything you need to complete the task are in your assigned room. When your task is completed, you will return to the library. It will then be the time to determine who completed their task, and who did not. Now, I will read off the names of the couples, and Munroe will escort you to your assigned room." 

Andy glanced around and saw the butler standing in the doorway, waiting. So his name was Munroe. As Mr. St. John began to read off names from a sheet of paper, Andy wondered what task had been assigned to him and Diana. Greg was the one who organized this party, and Greg had a reputation for doing out of the ordinary things. Andy hoped they wouldn't be required to kill anything. 

"Andy and Diana," Mr. St. John read, when Munroe returned from escorting Heidi and Alan. Andy and Diana looked at each other. They saw Munroe move toward the door, clearly expecting them to follow him. Andy shrugged and got out of his chair. Diana wanted to stay and throw a few people around until she got a few answers to her questions, but she also rose, and together they followed Munroe out of the library. 

The butler silently led them up the marble staircase to the second floor. They went down a long hall done in dark red trim and carpet, until they finally stopped at a door to the right. The butler fished in his pocket and came up with one key, Diana recognized it as a skeleton key. He unlocked the door, and stepped aside for them to enter.

They stepped into a bedroom. And the minute they were inside the room, the door slammed shut behind them. Diana whirled around and grabbed at the door handle, but it was locked. She tugged in vain at the heavy wooden door that was too heavy to break down. 

"Diana, take it easy," Andy said, as she pounded on the door in rage. "Why don't we find out what our task is?"

Diana turned to glare at him, and her anger melted at the look on his face. Poor Andy. In spite of his past relationships, he was very naive. She had no idea what their task was, but she had a strong feeling she would not like it. 

"I don't think I want to know," Diana muttered, stepping a little further into the room to look it over. As bedrooms went, this one was magnificent. It was enormous, but the only furniture in it was a huge bed, four poster, that easily could have accomodated five people. It had curtains around it, which were drawn open. The room was quite dark, because the only light came from two tall standing candleabras, each holding thirteen candles. 

Beside the bed was a rolling serving tray that held two envelopes, a pitcher of water, and a knife. 

Diana went over to the rolling serving tray and looked at the envelopes. One had her name on it, written in spidery handwriting, and the other had Andy's name. She picked up Andy's and held it out to him. "These must be our instructions," she said. 

Andy took the envelope from her and went over to the opposite side of the bed, to read by the candlelight of the candleabra, while Diana remained on the other side by that candleabra, near the rolling tray. He wasn't too worried about what they would have to do. Probably find their way back to the library through a bunch of mazes behind the walls, he thought as he opened the envelope. 

When he finished reading it for the second time, and was realizing that he did not know his friends as well as he thought he did, he looked up at Diana. Her face had gone completely white, and she stared at the sheet of paper in her hand in complete disbelief. 

"We've been set up," Andy said quietly.

Diana's heart pounded. She looked up at her best friend, who now looked like a stranger to her. Yes, they had been set up. But by whom? And why? Never in her life had she thought of doing some of the things written on that paper. It wasn't exactly gross, it was just... bizarre. And the most bizarre thought of all was the thought of doing them to her best friend. Of course, she had wondered, what it would be like, but an idle occasional thought was quite different from actually doing something like this. 

"Who?" she said in a whisper. "And why?"

Andy shook his head sorrowfully. "It has to be Sally and Greg," he said. "Diana, I never wanted to tell you this, but every time either of us breaks up with someone, they've been pushing me to go out with you as more than a friend. I didn't want to tell you because I didn't know how you would take it. And neither did they. But they knew how I felt about you." He added a piercing stare to his last comment, which Diana met with shock. "We never took the bait," he continued, "and now they're forcing us to take it."

"No one is forcing me to do anything," Diana said in a dangerous tone of voice that Andy knew all too well. She stood up and flung the sheet of paper to the floor. "I am NOT going to do this."

"They haven't given us much of a choice," Andy replied logically. "The door is locked."

Diana hated it when Andy got logical on her. "The windows--"

"--have bars," Andy finished for her. "Besides, we're on the second floor."

"There has got to be another way out of here!" Frantically, Diana began searching the room from top to bottom, looking for another door, a window, a secret passage, even a crack in the wall. Andy watched her in silence, knowing she would find nothing. He was not as upset as she was about what they had been told to do. In fact, the details of his sheet had intrigued him, and excited him, especially since it was Diana who he was to do them to. Idly he figured that made him a true pervert. So be it.

Diana finally had to give her search up. She sat on the opposite side of the bed, away from Andy, and stared into space, trying to think of what to do, of any way out of this situation.

"Why are you so upset about this?" Andy asked. "Do I make you sick or something?"

She looked at him in shock, hurt that he would say such a thing. "How could you say that?"

Andy shrugged. "You're acting like we've been ordered to sacrifice a chicken."

Diana shuddered. "Close," she muttered.

Andy shook his head. "Not unless you look at it that way." 

She picked up her sheet and gestured toward him with it. "Some of these things are bizarre, Andy. It sounds like devil worship or something."

"There isn't any pentagram on the floor," Andy said. "We're not worshiping the devil. Try to look at it like it's a medical procedure or something."

"You need professional help," she replied, staring balefully at him.

He returned the stare. "And that's not why you're upset. I know it isn't. You aren't the squeamish type. It's because it's me you're partnered with. I can tell."

Damn him for being able to read her so well. "It's not that I'm not curious," she murmured. "It's just that I.. never.. considered going that way with you."

"Well, I have considered it," Andy replied bluntly. Again, she stared at him in shock. "And if you're worried about hurting me," he continued, "don't be. You don't know me as well as you think you do."

"Maybe I would rather not know you that well," she shot back. "Maybe I like things between us the way they are."

He stared at her for a full minute. "I don't think so," he said finally.

She looked at him, seeing his thick, dark hair, his deep blue eyes, and wrenched her gaze away. Suddenly realizing that she was about to give in to doing something she had not planned to do, she said, "Let's just wait, Andy. They have to let us out of here sometime." 

"Do they?"

With a start, she knew he was right. There was no reason for whoever had staged this to let them out of this room anytime soon. There was no phone in the room, and no way out. They could be kept in here for days. While Diana doubted their friends would take it that far, it was quite possible they would be locked in here all night long. The gang had pulled worse pranks before.

But this was more than a prank, and Diana silently vowed that if she and Andy got out of that room, she would break the face of every person in the house, including Mr. St. John and that corpse of a butler.