0 comments/ 27009 views/ 13 favorites Halloween Party in New Orleans By: DarkFantasy56 This story is dedicated to my friend Liz who inspired this story. I hope you all enjoy my take on her fantasy. ***** The excitement of the Halloween festivities was electric throughout the entire city. One a year Riceans and other vampire aficionadas from all over the world gathered together in New Orleans. The time was always shortly before Halloween. Fabulous costumes and flights of fancy were visible at every turn. With this being her first time, Liz smiled with delight as she took notice of the lavishly costumed people playfully darting about the streets on their way to the wild and often hedonistic festivities. She felt confident and sexy in her new outfit, chosen especially for this evening. The dress complimented her tall and slender figure nicely. Newfound boldness came with the anonymity afforded by the costume. She was just another faceless character in the crowd. He had helped her to create the slinky black dress over the past year just for this occasion. The neckline was very low cut. The dress was split on each side up to her thighs, providing provocative peeks at her mesh stockings. The top of the dress incorporated long sheer black sleeves. She was wearing her favorite black bra with a black garter belt, black panties and black heels to compliment her stockings. She was not wearing any jewelry. Her hair was freshly curled and flowed down the back of the dress, almost to her waist. Her lips and nails were a matching burgundy. Many others whom they encountered were also wearing sexy costumes or more ghastly outfits with sinister-looking hooded cloaks. The vampire theme was well represented. She hoped that she would be able to recognize Jack in his dark and mysterious costume. Noticing the clock in the tower, she walked briskly toward the statue of Andrew Jackson on his horse. They had agreed to meet in Jackson Square at 9:00 beside the famous statue. The weather was perfectly fitting for this special night in the French Quarter. The gathering clouds were stretched by the high winds, creating the image of creatures dancing across the full moon. She was carrying a small box, wrapped in black with an orange bow. She loved to surprise her master with things that he could use to administer discipline and play with her body in his sensuous manner. The wind gusts attempted to open her black cloak, forcing her to clutch the openings against her long silky stockings. The hood shielded her from the cool breeze and kept her long velvety hair in place. Her high heels clicked on the pavement as she stepped hurriedly along the cobblestone walk. She could hear her own labored breathing behind the white mask that covered her face. She feared that punishment from her master would be swift and severe if she were late again. His patience only went so far as she had discovered. A tall man in a hooded black cloak stood patiently beside the imposing statue, watching the people from behind a mask similar to hers. His was black and hers was white. Liz recognized his height and build through the costume. Even from behind the mask, she could see his eyes fixed on her as she approached. Curtseying gracefully before him, she received a knowing hand on her shoulder in response. He extended his hand to help her up. Taking his hand she arose to stand face to face with him, with only the smile of her eyes visible. He greeted her with a gift package of his own. Nothing was said. Moving closely beside her he wrapped his left arm around her. He led her away from the statue and they immediately disappeared into the crowd. She felt safe in his arm and was glad that he was hanging on or she would easily lose him among the throng of people, mostly clothed in black. Unable to kiss through the masks, he offered her a squeeze of her right tit when he slipped his hand into her gown to stroke her breast. She responded by cupping his crotch inside of his cloak. Liz took a deep breath as they turned up the sidewalk that led to the infamous Oak Alley, the site of this evening's party. This was to be her first experience at a party of this sort. It was one of the biggest. The things that she had read about past parties were shocking, yet captivating. Her curiosity and fascination wouldn't let her say "no" when Jack invited her to accompany him to the gala. Knowing a little bit about the past history she felt extremely aroused just being there with him. She could feel her body responding sexually as the tingle resonated throughout her entire body. Her nipples pressed hard against her gown and were stimulated by any movement against the satin fabric. She already longed to have time alone with him. Surely they would find some time to be alone. She was counting on him to keep her safe in any situation that might arise. The front yard of the mansion had been decorated to look like a haunted graveyard. There were Hollywood-quality ghouls and zombies walking around the yard, jumping out and scaring the guests. She looked up in awe at the extravagant brick mansion as they approach the massive front staircase. The landscape lighting emphasized the grand features of the manor, making it even grander. There were glowing jack-o-lanterns in abundance on the front porch. Three-dimensional figures of witches black cats and ghostly figures were difficult to sort out from costumed guests. The soundtrack music from the Rocky Horror Picture Show filled the air from a huge sound system with a multitude of speakers in windows and inside the dwelling. The sound was very playful and people were dancing to the music when a familiar tune was played. Other Halloween classics were played as well. Lifting her cloak and slinky black dress, she climbed the stairs at his side. She couldn't believe that she was actually about to enter. She felt her heart pounding in her chest as they entered through the double doors. She didn't know what she expected; just that whatever happened tonight would be exciting, sexy, scary and perhaps extreme. The first image that she could see inside was a grisly figure hanging from a noose anchored to a post near the top of the ornate stairway railing. The sight stopped her dead in her tracks. Chills ran up her spine at the realism of the mannequin that she studied longer than she'd wished. The figure was very realistic and had a disfigured face, exactly as she imagined a dead body would look after hanging for a few days. This promised to be a Halloween like no other. She shivered as Jack escorted her inside. A stately man dressed as the butler greeted them. Her master showed the invitations to his satisfaction and they proceeded into the parlor. The loud cackle of several witches could be heard as they passed through the foyer in playful chase of someone who had run through moments before. They were all showing their breasts through costumes that were open in front. Some people were milling about, immersed in conversation while others had settled down in comfortable spots, enjoying the mutual company of one another. Looking more closely, she could see that some of the guests were bound and being teased in a dominating manner by others, sometimes among groups of three or more. She found herself staring when she saw a naked man and woman groping and fucking one another on a couch. A man with eyeteeth that stood out from the rest of his teeth like fangs was showing off his teeth to any woman he could capture. They screamed when he captured and bit them in the neck. He leaned down to bite the neck of his lady friend who was sprawled out on a love seat. Liz winced at the sight of blood running down her neck as the Dracula figure withdrew his mouth from her body. She wondered if it was real. The woman seemed to relish the draconian attention from her man. Liz felt like a kid in the candy store, often staring impolitely at the fascinating activities that they encountered on their way through the crowd. One woman on a couch screamed loudly in ecstasy as two men held her down and fondled her masked and cloaked body. Liz found herself gripping her gift box nervously as she followed him into the unknown. A hand from out of nowhere patted her ass and made her stop in her tracks. She could not identify from where the person came or who it was. She wasn't even sure of the gender when she thought about it. Decadence and debauchery was everywhere at the party and she had just barely entered. He gestured for her to sit on a love seat in a relatively quiet corner of a side room. He laid his gift box on a coffee table in front of them. Settling in beside her, he opened her cloak in front, exposing the rich blue lining and her sexy dress. He ran his hand over her thigh in a gentle, loving manner. Liz shivered with delight. Jack spread the opening a bit more so that the crotch of her panties was visible. He stroked her between her legs as she leaned back and moaned softly. He continued playing with her until her breathing was deep and sharp. He suddenly stopped just as she was beginning to sink into the cushions to let him do what he pleased. He suddenly sat up straight in the love seat, purposely leaving her unsatisfied. He reached for the gift box. "I'd like for you to open the gift now," he told her in a tone that was colored by the mask over his mouth. It was difficult to read his intentions or disposition from under the mask. He handed the box to her and she eagerly accepted it. She tore off the ribbon and paper. Inside the box was a beautiful ruby bracelet. She picked it up to examine it in the available light. "Allow me," he said as he leaned foreword and placed his hand around her left ankle. He lifted her leg onto his lap where he wrapped the bracelet around her ankle. "Absolutely stunning," my dear he announced as he admired the adornment to her slinky leg. He ran his hand up her leg and along the inside of her thigh. Her entire body trembled in anticipation but he stopped there to her disappointment. She rocked her leg back and forth, watching the twinkling in the shiny red stones as the candlelight reflected off of them. She hugged him and put her masked mouth beside his head. "Thank you Master," she whispered in his ear. "Please Master; will you open my gift to you as well?" He ripped the wrapping from the orange box without hesitation. She waited for his reaction as he opened the cover. The smell of fresh leather was immediately obvious. He lifted a handsomely woven leather riding crop from the box. She could see the delight in his eyes as he admired the ornate handle with its ornate texture. She fantasized about how it would feel so erotic to have the handle inserted into her wet cunt. He slapped the strap against his hand to try it out with a mock demonstration. "Thank you very much," he said. "I will treasure this and put it to good use." Over the noise of the crowd a grandfather clock chimed nine times. The halls became quiet. Jack stood up hurriedly, taking her by the hand. He slipped the crop into the pocket of his cloak. He helped her to gather her open gown back together. "It's time for the main even to begin," He explained as they moved into the grand ballroom with the flow of the throng. There was high-energy excitement among the crowd as they entered the large multi-story room. She could see the masked faces of many people standing around a central table in this, the grandest room in the mansion. Most of the masks were quite plain yet of high quality. They were almost caricatures that displayed an emotion with very simple markings. There were many that depicted smiling cartoon or devilish figures. The masks afforded people the opportunity to remain anonymous as they did things that they normally might not have. There were burning candles in abundance as well as elaborately carved jack-o-lanterns. The sweet smell of incense was conspicuous, interspersed with a variety of perfumes. The delectable aroma of food drifted through the room as well. A pipe organ's hymn began. It resonated through this room as the volume suddenly climbed to a crescendo. The windows shook with the loud low frequency bass tones. The talking stopped as the music overtook every conversation. Some of the guests held tall goblets of wine or champagne and lifted their masks slightly to sip their beverage. A charismatic and mysterious woman dressed similarly to a dominatrix seemed to be the center of everything. Her presence commanded attention and her personality filled the room. She was dressed in black leather that showcased her perfect figure. Her hair was dark and long with just the right amount of curl. Without any spoken instructions a single line of couples began to form in front of the woman who clearly was in charge. One by one, couples gathered to stand before her. The woman seemed to relish the attention as she looped a plastic tie strap around the necks of each of the females who were presented to her. Moving closer to get a better view, Liz noticed that there were tags on the tie wraps. Without even considering that she would be subject to the same treatment, her master took her by the arm and brought her into the line. Soon they were standing directly in front of the commanding icon. The woman lowered the hood on Liz's cloak before wrapping a cold piece of plastic around her neck. The zipping sound of the tie strap made her feel uneasy. She knew from experience that there was no removing it. Liz felt as though she was suddenly under this woman's control with no way out. "You are number thirty-seven," the woman announced to Liz and the crowd as she pulled the hood back over the mask and dismissed her for the next woman standing behind her. Liz knew that the nylon tie wrap could only be removed with a cutting tool. She was unable to read the tag herself because it hung tightly against her neck, directly below her chin. The numbered tags were somewhat visible on other women. She wondered why only some of the women were being tagged. Could there be some sort of drawing for door prizes? That seems unlikely she thought, feeling foolish for even thinking something so naïve. It had to be for something more sinister. She noticed the tag on another guest near where she was standing. "What is this for?" she whispered to her master who had remained by her side. "It's for a lottery where a few subs will be chosen." He whispered back. "Chosen for what?" asked Liz in such a loud whisper that a few people turned to look at her. "Special treatment," he replied without giving up much information. "Don't worry though; the odds are low because there are probably a hundred others in the drawing." His reasoning seemed sound; after all, she had never won anything in a drawing. As they entered and stood near the center of the ballroom, Liz could see what was happening much better than before. Surrounding the central table were several large stone columns that towered majestically up to the domed ceiling. The huge pipes from the organ were lined up along one wall. It suddenly occurred to her how much more solemn things had become than before when they were in the parlor. The crowd noise was much more subdued since the music had grown loud, allowing the chilling organ music to be over powering, even in the grand ballroom. An occasional low note made everything rattle at times as the volume of the music rose. The music seemed to fit with the character of the event and it heightened her sense of fear. The crowd parted as a trio of important-looking people dressed in hooded cloaks and masks entered the ballroom. Each had a magnificently carved staff in their right hands. There was an animal head atop of each. The center person was wearing the scariest devil mask that she had ever seen. The matching staff had the figure of a serpent wound around it with its head on top, fangs exposed. The other two had much simpler ram's head masks complete with curved horns. Their staffs had the figures of lions. She presumed that all three were men. They walked solemnly, side by side until they reached the table at the center. It was difficult to distinguish emotion when everyone's face was covered with expressionless masks, but this group seemed to have an air of authority about them. A hush fell over the room as the trio turned to face the crowd from in front of the central table. "Greetings and welcome all," boomed a voice from the middle person, who addressed the crowd over an amplified loudspeaker. To her surprise, the voice was that of a woman. Liz had just assumed that the person that was presiding over the event was male. Now she wasn't certain about the gender of any of the guests. Perhaps some of the tagged submissives were male as well. She watched with great fascination as the animated speaker addressed the guests. She moved about with great flair and grace. Her gestures were very animated. The message was almost secondary to the image that the speaker projected. She obviously had the crowd hanging on every word as she spoke and captivated the crowd. She finished her welcome speech with, "Let the ceremony and festivities begin!" The crowd suddenly erupted into a roar of cheers and applause. A kettle, resembling a witch's cauldron was brought by some underlings in dramatic fashion to the main stage area. The crowd watched with great anticipation as one of the helpers reached into the container. A relatively large placard, approximately four inches square with a number etched boldly into it was brought forth and handed to the leader. She surveyed the crowd for a few moments as the tension mounted. "Please bring number sixty-seven to me," she commanded. Murmurs broke out among the crowd as everyone looked to locate the selected person. A small struggle could be seen at the other end of the room as several people assisted in forcibly bringing someone in the ubiquitous black cloak to the front. Liz could tell by the cries of anguish that the person was a female. Several larger figures brought the woman forward. The reluctant winner seemed to be frightened and struggled to get free as the others brought her to one of the columns. Her hands were pulled around to the back and secured somehow. Liz watched with astonishment as the scene unfolded. It was hard to see everything through the throng of people but what she could see horrified her and she wanted to leave. Surely they wouldn't make this woman do something against her will. The horrifying cruelty focused her attention on what was about to happen. She could not look away. Liz wanted to know what would happen next as she stood transfixed on this poor woman. The woman's hood had been pulled down and the straps of a gag could be seen protruding from under the mask on both sides. The gag was visibly wrapped around the back of her head. Several others gathered around the chosen guest, opening her cloak. The figure of a very shapely woman was visible under her tight-fitting gown. Liz could see that someone was holding her brassiere up in the air. There were many of the others participating in the opening of her clothing and the groping of her body. The woman was soon lost from view in the swarm of attention. "The next number is twelve," suddenly boomed through the audience. Another wave of quiet swept over the room as a second guest was escorted to the center of the ballroom. This person seemed much more willing. The manner in which she strutted to the front even conveyed the idea that she was glad to have been chosen. Her master walked at her side, leading her to another column. This time the woman dropped her own cloak as she willingly backed up against the heavy wooden pillar, wrapping her arms around it. She appeared to thrive on the attention as her hands were bound. She too was quickly lost in a throng of people. Once again, the loud voice of the mistress of ceremonies could be heard above the din of the crowd, "Number thirty-seven is our last chosen one." Halloween Party in New Orleans Liz didn't even realize that her own number had been called until she noticed her master and others staring at her. Her knees turned to jelly as she froze with fear. She had only recently accepted full submission to her master. She was terrified at what was to come. Her instincts told her to run but she was already in the grasp of the others. Her mind was in a haze as she felt herself being led by the arms toward center stage. Her legs were moving and yet she didn't want to go. The devil-masked woman looked dreadfully scary up close; more so than she had from across the room. Liz could feel many hands on her body as her hood was removed and her cloak was slipped from her shoulders. Someone carefully slipped a cloth gag with a knot tied in the center under her mask and pulled it between her teeth. The person tied it tightly behind her head, pressing tightly against her cheeks. Her nearly limp body offered little resistance as they brought her up against a column of her own. The stone felt hard and as cold as ice. She felt her wrists being pulled back and behind the pillar. Her wrists were pulled tightly toward one another behind the column that was larger around than her reach. The sea of masks seemed like a nightmare as inhuman faces moved about very close to hers. She looked for her master who seemed to be directing the others who had joined in with the preparation for whatever was to follow. She felt more scared than she had ever felt in her life. Her knees felt weak and she may have slumped to the floor had the rope bindings around her wrists not held her tightly against the column. She was so helpless that she had no choice but to comply. It seemed futile to resist the actions of so many anyway. She fought the urge to vomit into the gag and mask. The cloth tasted awful. She could hear her own labored breathing under the plastic shell. The outside sounds seemed distant. She caught a glimpse of the beautiful bracelet that still adorned her ankle and thought of him and wondered what role he would play. She couldn't see the others after they were bound to their respective columns so she wasn't sure what to expect. She was only aware of the open sleeves in the gown being removed from her tightly bound arms. Now she knew why the gowns were so open. She wasn't wearing any underwear beneath the special gown. She could see Jack as he moved toward her and stood in front of her, stroking his hand over her breast and arm. It was as if he was claiming her as his own in front of the others. Normally she would feel very self conscious standing naked in front of a room full of strangers but perhaps because of fright she had lost her modesty. She only then realized that in spite of her fear she was somewhat turned on by everything that had transpired. Liz became aware that she was aroused and wanted him so badly. He continued to pet her and occasionally inserted his fingers inside her vagina. She felt some reassurance that he was treating this so matter-of- factly and at the same time made it erotic. Emotions were difficult to read under the masks but she had the impression that he was proud that she had been chosen. He seemed to be showing off his slave in front of the others. He continued to stroke her thighs and breasts as the others looked on. A leather strap was suddenly felt pressing under her mask and against her chin. The chin strap lifted her head up and tilted it back against the pillar. Her mask was slightly shifted on her face. People seemed to approach her and stared, as if they were inspecting her. She felt as if she was the only person here who was unaware of the program. The crowd noise seemed to have picked up again as the chatter and movement resumed in the room. She watched with horror as most everyone in the room paraded past her bound and naked body that was placed helplessly on display. They all stared at her which was unnerving. Jack remained stoically at her side as the crowd milled about checking out the three chosen women. He had to slap a hand when someone tried to fondle Liz' breast. She could see that the crowd was once again gathering around the central table. The ruling trio had reassembled before the crowd. The chin strap limited the mobility of her head so she could barely see the leaders out of the corners of her eyes. They stood nearly ten yards from where she was held captive. "I have the results of the judging between our chosen three," announced the lead woman. The contest was close but you have chosen your subject for this year's event. May she be strong and up to successfully completing the three challenges." "Three challenges?" Liz thought with newfound fear. "What did she know about anything to be successful with challenges?" She never hoped to lose as much in her life. Thunderous applause and cheering arose from the room, and then with the wave of her staff the crowd became silent. A group of four leather-clad men appeared, carrying what looked like a large birdcage attached to poles that rested on their shoulders. The mistress of ceremonies began to walk across the ballroom. Her associates followed with the cage carriers following at the rear. They walked in a large circle, on the marble hall that encircled the pillars. Most of the guests joined in the procession. Her heart pounded in her chest as she watched the groups of cloaked people keep walking past the first woman to her far right. She felt momentary relief when the woman in the devil mask stopped to stroke her hand over the second woman who appeared so eager. Her relief was short-lived as the woman started walking again, heading directly to the third pillar where Liz was bound. The mistress of ceremonies approached and lifted the mask from the face of Liz, the chosen captive. Liz realized that her face was the only one in the room that was not covered with a mask as she looked about. The strap under her chin and the ropes around her wrists were quickly removed as the entourage stopped in front of her. The four men rested the cage on the marble floor. One of them opened the door as two others took her hands and escorted her toward the cage. A leather harness was strapped around her wrists in front of her body. Someone clipped the nylon tie strap from her neck and removed the tag. A wide golden collar was placed tightly around her neck and then clasped together in front. There was a fine chrome plated dog chain attached to the strap around her wrists. She could see that it was hanging through the door opening and threaded up through the center at the top of the cage. The door opening was so small that she had to crouch to enter. Pulling on the other end of the chain, one of the men pulled her by the wrists while another guided her hips from behind until her hands were pulled within inches of the top dome in the cage. Liz made fists with her hands to avoid hitting the cage with her finger nails. She was able to stand erect inside the cage when her arms were pulled over her head with elbows bent. The chain was somehow fastened securely to the top of the cage. She pulled but it would not budge. The head mistress closed the door to the cage as the four men lifted it to their shoulders. The parade resumed with her on display in the cage. The loudness and intensity of the party seemed to pick up as the parade resumed. She could see that the other two women were being released from their captive positions as the crowd cheered their Halloween Queen in the cage. The birdcage rocked back and forth as the cage bearers marched around the ball room in the parade. The restraints around her wrists prevented her from losing her balance during the rocky ride. She spread her feet to help stabilize her body. The merriment of the crowd stood in stark contrast to her feelings of apprehension. She began to feel self-conscious about her nudity as she was held high above the crowd with all eyes on her. Her feet were spread for stability which made her genitalia even more visible. She couldn't see Jack anywhere among the crowd which made her feel alone and even more uncomfortable. A guttural chant built slowly among the guests as the procession continued. "Chal'-lenge, chal'-lenge, chal'-lenge..." they repeated rhythmically together. "Oh no!" She had forgotten about the three challenges that she was about to face. She felt like a leaf on the ocean, rocking back and forth as she was pulled along for the ride. A group of people could be seen around the central table, spreading a white cloth over the marble slab as the cage was brought to rest. She steadied herself as they lowered the cage back to the floor in front of their altar. Renewed fear gripped her as the lead trio approached the cage. The door was swung open as she felt the tension relax in the chain that held her arms to the top. Two attendants removed her from the cage with her wrists dragging the chain back out. The chain was unclipped from her wrists. They took her by her upper arms as she cleared the door. Being overwhelmed by everything, there was no temptation to resist them as they escorted her to the table. There could be no escape through the fired up crowd. Before she knew what had happened, she found herself on the cold stone slab, lying on her back. Numerous hands took her arms and legs simultaneously, pulling them apart in spread-eagle fashion and lashing them to the corners of the cold marble. A pair of hands restrained her head below her chin and on her ears. She was held securely preventing her from looking anywhere but straight up. A strap rested on her neck briefly before it was pulled up against the underside of her chin again. She could feel the presence of the guests as they gathered closely around her. She felt as though she could feel their breath on her naked body. The flicker of what seemed to be hundreds of candles was the main illumination. The chandeliers hanging from the ceiling had been dimmed to dramatize the light provided by the mass of candles. Her entire body flinched when the mask of the devil-woman suddenly appeared within inches of hers, peering at her face. The fright was unimaginable as she tried to look away from the hideous mask. She fidgeted nervously on the hard and cold altar as the mistresses of ceremonies examined her. Every touch of their hands on her body made her cringe. She could feel long fingernails as they glided over her mound. Every touch was slow and deliberate. Fingers pressed onto her clit as they spread her lips and inserted something soft between them. There was very little penetration and the soft object felt near the surface, inserted just enough to remain in place. Someone pressed it again gently to capture it between her lips. The unknown hands abruptly left her body lying naked and alone on the altar. Liz shivered from the cold and especially from fright. In true ceremonial style, a new character came forth. Dressed in an ornate black gown with beautiful jewelry was a person Liz deemed a priestess. Her face was covered with a simple, yet beautiful white mask, similar to that of a china doll. She wore a tiara on her head. Her beautiful long and curly brunette hair cascaded from beneath the bright golden crown. The priestess commanded the complete attention and utmost respect from the crowd who once again grew silent. Liz was certain that all eyes were on this woman. The majestic vestments of the priestess flowed in the air behind her as she walked. She seemed to fly above the floor as she gracefully approached the altar. The priestess seemed to be a tall and commanding presence among this gathering. The crowd parted wherever she walked, then slowly closed ranks behind her. "For the first challenge," she announced in a loud and commanding yet feminine voice, "We will learn whether she can remain silent as I play with her body. Most of you are already familiar with how seductively I play. As it is written, failure to remain silent will result in dire consequences for the chosen one." "This sounded serious," Liz thought as she waited. There was a quiet murmur of discussion in the great hall. "Silence!" the priestess admonished the crowd. Obedience by the crowd was immediate. Bound and lying on the altar, Liz could see the silhouette of this new deity as she approached. It was impossible to see much that wasn't directly in her field of view from the stone slab, especially with the limited movement that the restraints allowed. The flickering candles made the shadows dart about randomly. The priestess suddenly appeared at the side of the altar, leaning over Liz. The first sensation that Liz felt was the trickle of very warm oil as it was slowly poured over her outstretched body. The oil felt especially soothing and sensuous as it splashed on her skin in the cool air. The priestess stroked the puddles of oil that were created on Liz' skin. She systematically spread the sweet-smelling emollient over Liz' in a tantalizing manner. The woman seemed to especially enjoy massaging Liz' breasts and groin as she gently manipulated her round globes. Her hands lingered over Liz' pussy as she masturbated Liz with her middle finger while she lay helplessly on the altar. Liz rocked slowly as she became more aroused at the fingering of her clitoris. She noticed that the priestess was very skilled at pleasuring a woman's body. At one point Liz was certain that she was about to cum. So far Liz had been able to contain the urges to moan or sigh aloud. The priestess skillfully played with her nipples until they were fully erect and hard. The woman turned away for a moment as someone handed a large candle to her. The hands of the priestess arose, holding the candle above her head and pivoted to show it to the others. A melodic chant arose from the attendees who all seemed to know the ceremonial practices. Liz was reminded of the services in church from years ago. The crowd's gaze was fixed on Liz as the candle was brought over, high above their queen on the altar. Without warning the priestess tilted the candle, dribbling hot candle wax over the belly of the bound chosen one. Liz was startled and writhed in pain as the hot wax splattered over her belly first, then down and over her slit. It took all her strength to suppress a loud scream that formed in her throat. The purpose of the protective gauze suddenly became apparent. The candle was moved slowly up her torso until it was dripping hot globs of wax over her tender breasts. The hot wax stung and burned as it affixed to her tender body. The priestess wiped it over her body to help dissipate the heat quickly. It tugged on her skin as it cooled. Her nipples were especially sensitive to the molten wax as it was intentionally pooled over each bud. More wax was spattered over her body from her feet to her arms and chest. The silence of the ceremony with no spoken words gave it an eerie feeling. Organ music built to crescendo in the background, adding to the drama. Liz struggled to contain her desire to cry out. Tears formed in her eyes. She grimaced until the pain declined. Just as the priestess placed the large ceremonial candle back onto its floor stand, the others approach the altar. As her parting gesture, she pinched the wax on Liz's nipples to compress them. The light of a hundred flickering candles then became very close as everyone crowded near her to drip their own small candles somewhere on her body. Her arms and legs were easy targets for many that cannot get as close as they'd like. She noticed her master's hands stroking her hair and forehead as he stood behind her. She found a little comfort in his care as the waxing ceremony ended. She grimaced but remained silent. Almost as soon as the wax had cooled and hardened, the people begin peeling it from her body. Without much care for her discomfort, the wax was stripped away vigorously. The many hands and fingers seemed to claw at her skin to take their own piece of the wax from the ceremony. She scowled and hoped for the best, as she lay helplessly, secured to the altar. The crowd moved back as the last of the ceremonial wax had been stripped from her body. Liz was pretty sure that someone had even removed the protective gauze from inside her vagina. Approaching the altar again, the priestess lifted a golden ornament over her head. The faces of the entire crowd were fixed on the object. Bringing it over the outstretched body on the altar, the priestess pivoted to show the object to the crowd. Up close from Liz's perspective the device resembled a woven golden snake that was formed in a figure-eight shape. Upon closer inspection she realized that it was some sort of ornamental brassiere. The, ceremonial object was placed onto her quivering bosom as she lay sprawled on the altar. The coldness of the woven golden object that was filled in with a delicate golden fabric jolted her as it was placed over her breasts. The hoops that were formed from the serpent-like creature squeezed her breasts as her tits were pulled up through the golden ceremonial bra. Golden straps hung from the snake for securing the object to her chest. Another set of straps were fastened around her neck. Lifting her back slightly, the straps were forced between her body and the altar, unfastened beneath her. A golden piece of extravagant vaginal jewelry was taken from a velvet pillow and placed over the lips of her vagina, outlining her clitoris. There were delicate golden chains that were wrapped around the front of her waist and one that was laid between her legs. The tethers that held her arms and legs were being loosened by the assistants. A pair of hands lifted her shoulders as the golden bra strap was fastened and pulled tight behind her back. The thin chains to the vaginal ornament were also fastened around her waist and brought up through her legs. "Very good, young lady!" proclaimed the priestess. "You have successfully completed the first challenge. I wish you well on the second. You will experience more new things. Hopefully you will also derive pleasure from that which you will be subjected. Go now, the details of the second challenge are known only by the few who have participated. " The priestess then departed through the crowd. Liz felt her body being lifted from the altar by more of the ordinary attendees. They carried her on their hands above their heads. She moved quickly above the throng, through the ball room and away from the altar. She suddenly found herself being brought down onto her feet and led away by a small group of masked and cloaked guests. She could tell by the masks that bore an expression of surprise that they were people with whom she had not previously interacted. Her legs felt wobbly, as she was carried from the ballroom. She wasn't sure how many more surprises she could take. The golden jewelry felt strange on her body as she moved. The small group of four ushered her through a small hallway and into a conservatory off to one side of the mansion. A musty odor from the soil and periodic flooding was apparent a she was brought into a lower garden with a small reflection pond. The fragrances of different flowers wafted to her nose at different times. The gentle sounds of running water nearby could be heard. They ushered her to an area where two trellises stood, covered with vines. There was a stone bench between them creating a small clearing that overlooked the reflection pond. Her arms were immediately stretched into two leather cuffs attached at shoulder-level to the trellises. The structures were old but seemed very solid to Liz. Her feet were spread with her ankles tied to the trellises. Her shins pressed against the bench. She wondered whether the requirement of remaining silent still applied. Liz thought better of making any sound just in case. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness in the room, she could see coy swimming in the pool. The four people who brought her to this place remained silent, but as if on cue removed their cloaks. Somewhat to her surprise, it appeared that two were men and two were women. Liz wondered what had happened to her Master. After removing their robes, the men were wearing nothing but their boxers and the women were dressed only in thongs. With the possible exception of one of the men, their bodies were toned and appeared to be younger people, maybe in their twenties or thirties. The lead gentleman was obviously older. The women had firm breasts that didn't need the support of a bra. Their masks remained over their faces as they converged upon her. Halloween Party in New Orleans They worked together to remove the golden bra but left the other jewelry in place. As she looked down Liz could see the red marks from the candle wax and the tight-fitting golden jewelry. She felt self-conscious and very vulnerable again as she stood naked and cuffed between the two trellises posts. One of the men placed his hands around her breasts in a cupping fashion from behind. He was clearly the leader of this group. She struggled as much as she could but the bindings were too solid and the bench held her from moving forward. She could only cower a bit. The scent of his cologne was very strong as he nuzzled up against her back. The unmistakable snap of a surgical glove could be heard directly behind her. Someone behind her has begun to lubricate her butt hole with liberal amounts of a cold gel. A nozzle was inserted into her anus so the gel could be squirted directly inside of her. Liz quivered and wiggled nervously between the poles as the woman inserted her gloved finger into Liz' tight hole then ran it around her opening, deeper with each revolution. "This one's tight," She exclaimed. The woman inserted her finger again only deeper to make sure that everything was well lubricated. A sudden hand-slap across Liz' bottom knocked the breath from her lungs as she tensed with surprise. She stopped fidgeting. "This is the challenge of the ass fuck. I presume you are inexperienced judging by your virgin tight ass. We will change that by stretching you. You will receive three butt plugs," the leader said. "They have a smooth round tip and are tapered. The first should go in quite easily. You will feel a slight easing of the stretching when it gets all the way in where the diameter is recessed to hold it in place. If your body is typical, the second will stretch you a bit and cause some discomfort before it has been inserted completely. You may experience muscle spasms as I insert the plugs full depth. Tale deep breaths to relax your muscles. The third is where the challenge lies. You will need to really relax and take a lot of deep breaths for me to be able to plug you all the way with the largest one. I do not want to hear any complaining. You have to take it all in I order to be successful. I'm not sure what the consequences are for failure but I don't think it would be good. Nod if you understand." She nodded her head slowly with trepidation. This did not sound pleasant at all. She had never ben penetrated anally before so she wondered if she would be more difficult than what they were expecting. "Now bend over the bench as far as you can." The restraints limited how much lower she could stoop. Leaning forward drew her arms back. Her shins were pressed against the bench and she was literally hanging from her wrists. One of the women stood in front of Liz and placed her hands on Liz' shoulders to stabilize her. She could feel the pressure of the hard rubber tip as someone began to press the plug into her anus. "Take a deep breath in now," one of the women suggested. Her sphincter gave way as the tip of the plug forced its way through her tight opening. She took another deep breath as she had noticed that it helped the first time. The sensation grew more intense as the plug moved deeper. She felt as though she was having a bowel movement with the tubular-shaped device in her tract. With ample lubrication it steadily entered her rectum. She lurched when some resistance was encountered. Another deep breath helped and the plug soon found its way. She noticed the relaxing of her anus when the plug was at the end of its shaft, just as he had said. She breathed a sigh of relief. The woman took her hands from Liz' shoulders and they let her experience the sensations of the plug for a while. Standing up eased the discomfort in her wrists and back. The plug was even more noticeable when she straightened out. Without warning one of the men took hold of a wire loop that extended from the back end of the plug and slowly pulled it partly out of he, then reinserted it. He stroked it three or four times before he withdrew the plug. This sensation reminded her even more of a bowel movement. She tried to relax but her rectum was experiencing muscle spasms. She twisted her body as much as possible to relieve the cramps. "Bend over again," the man ordered while he placed his hand against her back. She noticed how silly he looked with the quizzical mask still covering his face. She bent to assume the same position as before. Everyone else took their same positions as well. More gel was injected into her butt hole before the second plug was placed against her opening. This time it entered more easily but it soon became apparent that it was larger. She could actually feel her opening stretching as he inserted the plug. It moved more steadily o the second trip in but she found herself breathing as if she were in labor to keep her muscles relaxed. Her opening felt very full when she felt the telltale sensation of the stretching being relaxed just slightly. "There, you've taken the first two. I'm going to exercise you a bit to get you ready for the big one." The man took hold of the plug and slowly pulled it out by a few inches. He then pressed it back in. Liz noticed that the out and back in motion went quite smoothly. He pulled further then back in again. He stroked the plug back and forth, wobbling it side to side as well in order to slowly stretch her rectum and anus. It actually felt pleasurable as he stroked her she thought. He eventually withdrew the plug all the way out. He was obviously enjoying this. He gave he a slap on the bottom again after the plug was out. "This next one is a big step, luv. Get ready for some serious stretching." Familiar with the routine, Liz braced herself. First the lube then the plug she thought as more lube was injected. Expecting the tip to enter easily, she was surprised at how much larger it felt. The man didn't wait very long before forcing it in a few inches. She almost fell to her knees on the bench. Sensing the difficulty, the man eased up and slowly rocked it back and forth while allowing her to regain her composure. She took deep breaths to calm her muscles but they were tightening up from the previous stretching. He caught her at just the right moment as she drew in a deep breath and the plug lurched forward a few inches. He slowly worked it, allowing her muscles time to relax and respond. Tears were dripping from her eyes when the plug finally reached home. It felt like she had a pole inside of her she thought to herself. "Well you did it," he offered encouragement as he could see the wetness in her eyes when he walked to her side. Three of the people that brought her to the conservatory continued to apply creams to the reddened areas on her body while the leader who had fondled her earlier seemed more interested in resuming the fondling and to play with her body. Liz noticed that he also took the opportunity to stroke the other women as well. She wondered who this person was that no one objected and what her master would think. Three of the people unexpectedly put their cloaks back on and surrounded her. She could not see the position of the leader. The three of them held her gown and assisted her in getting back into it, less her underwear. "It's time for us to take you back to the grand ballroom," the remaining man explained. They escorted her back out to the central area in front of the altar. The priestess noticed them and immediately turned her attention to Liz. She walked over to where Liz was stand and stood beside her. "Ladies and Gentlemen! May I please have your attention? It has come to my attention that out chosen one has successfully completed the first two challenges. I am happy to present her before you for the third and final challenge! In this last one, she must show us that she can identify her master's cock when given three choices. I ask for your attention as we begin." Two of the assistants came forth with something that appeared to be made of black leather. It was rather small and difficult to make out much detail in the dim lighting. Liz knew immediately that whatever it was, it was for her. "On your knees, now," the Mistress of ceremonies ordered as she placed her hands on Liz' shoulders and applied downward pressure. Liz slowly sunk down to the floor on her knees. The two assistants brought forth the leather hood and prepared to slip it over her head. She could already smell the tanned leather. The hood looked sinister with just two small nose holes and a rather large circular opening for her mouth. They slipped it over her head and pulled it down, making sure that the nose and mouth holes were in their proper positions. Laces on the back were drawn tight and tied. A strap was tightened around her neck to hold the hood firmly in place. Liz' eyes were covered completely. Her sense of smell could only detect the aroma of fresh leather. Her ears were covered as well, limiting her hearing. The crowd was either very quiet or she couldn't' hear their normal noise. The Mistress leaned close to her right ear. "You are going to be presented three cocks, my dear" the mistress spoke clearly. If you know that it does not belong to your master, you may reject it immediately. You will not be given another chance to recheck so be careful. After all three have been presented to you, you must identify which one was his. You may take as long as you need with each. The men will open their cloaks to offer their members to you in a somewhat shielded manner. Good luck. As usual you will suffer if you fail. Bring on the first!" Liz waited nervously as she had a pretty good idea what was about to happen. She suddenly felt the tip of a penis touching her lips. "Open wide," the mistress told her as she leaned down and placed a hand on Liz' right shoulder. Before Liz could open her mouth, a man's cock pressed against her lips. She opened immediately and he thrust his cock all the way back to her throat. Liz gagged. It didn't feel right at all. She noticed that she also had to tilt her head down as he stood shorter than Jack. His cock was smaller too. There also was more hair. The taste was different from what she remembered but her sense of smell was thrown off by the hood. She thought she tasted a different kind of soap. She raised her hands and pushed him away. "No, that is not my master," she announced. "Are you positive?" asked the Mistress. "You only have the one chance to test each one." "Yes," she replied with confidence. A second man stepped up. He opened his cloak and held it over her sides. He carefully inserted his cock against her lips. She opened to allow him to enter her mouth. It felt right from the start. The angle of the entry and the size were as she remembered. She stroked him with her lips and tongue as he stood still. She ran her tongue over the tip like she always did and he responded as she expected. She could taste his pre-cum as the droplets formed. Knowing it was Jack she continued to pleasure him until he came in the back of her throat. She swallowed as she was accustomed and waited for him to withdraw when he was ready. She could hear the mistress telling him to move on. He slowly withdrew and stepped away. "And now ladies and gentlemen, we have the final contestant. If you would please, Sir." A third man stood in front of Liz and discreetly opened his cloak to let her suck his cock. He boldly placed his cock into the hood's opening but she hadn't opened her mouth yet. He kept it there until she opened for him. She could tell immediately that this was not Jack either. She waited a few seconds then pushed him away too. "You certainly seem sure of yourself," the mistress remarked. "Please raise young lady." Liz stood up under her own power. Her butt was sore as she used some of those muscles to rise. "Please tell us which one is your master," the mistress asked in a loud voice for all to hear. Without hesitation, Liz replied, "The second one. He is my master." The crowd cheered for her air of confidence. They had no idea what the correct answer was. They waited with anticipation to find out. "You have been through the three challenges here tonight and have passed all three," the mistress announced. "Congratulations! You may remove the hood now." The assistants were immediately at her sides unhooking and unlacing the hood before pulling it from her head. Liz shook her head to let her hair cascade over her shoulders after being crushed inside the hood. She saw Jack standing in front of her with his expressionless mask. She smiled at him, feeling relieved and proud to have succeeded at the intense challenges. "Liz, I'd like to formally introduce you to contestant number three," Jack said as she joined him at his side. The lead man whom she recognized from her adventure in the conservatory stepped forward. He extended his hand and slipped his mask back on top of his head. He smiled. 'I'm very pleased to be formally introduced to you. Jack has told me wonderful things about you, Liz. I am George." "Liz, meet George. He by the way is the proud owner of this magnificent old mansion. He lives for this night and the opportunity to play with the winner of his little contest. I guess that's why he hosts this party every year." George bowed cordially. "It has been an honor to meet you and congratulations on your success here tonight. I hope I get to see you again very soon. I'm terribly sorry for being so rude but I must run now to tend to a lady whom I'm afraid is locked in my iron maiden at this moment. " Without waiting for a reply he walked toward the open door and left the room. She could see that there were others waiting for him in the darkness of the hallway. The door closed again. Jack removed his mask and set it aside. "I've been watching your adventure from as close as I could get all night," he confessed. "You've done very well and I am proud of you, Liz. Let's take you home now." He kissed her on the mouth, then turned back to finish getting ready to leave. To her surprise, he produced her mask from a corner of the room. She placed the mask on her face once again and rearranged her hood. They slipped out of the room and began their ascent in private up to the next floor in the servant's staircase. She followed his lead as he moved quickly through the house as if he had been here many times before. It felt eerie when she noticed how empty the servants' staircase and hallway were despite the huge gathering in the mansion. The Rocky Horror Picture Show music was playing on the sound system again. When they returned into the main ballroom the guests had returned to lecherous sex and partying among the crowd. This was as close to an orgy that she had ever witnessed. The crowd appeared to be as large as ever. Jack spotted an open couch along one relatively dark wall. "Well luv," he said. "You have successfully passed all three of the challenges and remain in good shape. Congratulations. I'm so proud of you. Well my lady. I think we shall call it a night. You've been through quite a lot here this evening. Do you think you'll want to come back again next year?" "Not sure," she replied, "Would I have to enter the drawing again or have I served my dues?" "I think now that you're a seasoned veteran you could pass," he answered. "But would it be as fun?" "As much fun as it was, being scares shitless notwithstanding, I think I'd much rather watch from the gallery next time," she replied. Taking her by the hand, he led her back through the mansion, past the hanging body to the foyer where they walked out the front door. More guests were still arriving as they departed the mansion. "How late does the party go?" Liz asked. "Oh, I imagine the last of them won't be leaving until after sunrise," he replied with a grin. "Except for the vampires. They need to be home a little earlier."