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Tricks and Treats Ch. 02

By: Xeslanadrah



Only slightly more composed after her melt-down in the limo, she held her hand out to her boyfriend who waited by the open door. It might be the last night she would ever be able to refer to him as that again. 

She felt tremors. 'Oh my god not again,' she thought. Maybe it was just the after effects of one of the most explosive orgasms of a lifetime. She repeated silently to herself over and over like a mantra, ' I will not embarrass myself or Rick again, I won't, I won't, oh my god, I hope I won't.'

"Sarah?" Rick asked solicitously. "Are you ok pet?"

"Oh Rick, I'm so mortified," her face turning another nice shade of red.

"Baby, don't worry about it. It's perfectly natural, a little out of character for you, but certainly we've taken care of it" He patted her hand platonically. She searched his face for the disgust she expected. She found only concern.

"I've... never... done anything like that. I'm so sorry, Rick. I'm sure it's... well..." stuttering it out she answered, "not going to happen again"

Her pussy took just that moment to start heating up again and make a lie of all she'd just said. She swore silently, squeezed her thighs together and proceeded to tell her womanhood to go to hell.

Rick kept his smirk turned away from her. The stuff he'd given them both would last for hours. Actually his friend had given him an antidote in case it took too long to wear off. He hid his chuckle in a belated cough.

After handing off their tickets at the door, he led her unerringly to the bar. Watching her seat herself on the tall barstool with no panties. Priceless. He ordered her favorite martini and took a scotch on the rocks.

She eased her right leg up onto the stool. This forced her legs to spread apart and her dress to ride up her thighs. Anyone who'd seen them walk in and watched them move to the bar would get an unobstructed view of her shaved and well used pussy.

She quickly pulled her other leg on to the seat and pressed her thighs together. She didn't dare try to cross her legs, just in case. Rick turned to her with the martini, which she gratefully took. Anything to add some cool to her already heating up body parts.

Sarah kept her eyes on her glass. She didn't want to look into the eyes of anyone who might have witnessed her mounting the bar stool. But, Rick lifted her chin and looked into her eyes. He gauged her desire to be on a scale of one to ten, somewhere around four.

"So what do you think? Looks like someone went for the works tonight."

She dared to look around. The room was full of people dancing, talking, sitting at elegant tables, sharing food and drink and conversation. A few were sharing a little more than that. The couple in the corner booth were deep into each other. The man looked like he was giving the girl a tonsillectomy with his tongue. 

While another by the band had his head buried in a very buxom woman's blouse. And still others were dirty dancing to some slow spooky music. With the spider web decor and fog machines rolling, it was like watching a scene of ghosts who had risen from a New Orleans' graveyard to celebrate All Hallows Eve. Tombstones were scattered about the guests on the dance floor. Monuments, crosses, chipped, stained, moss covered as if they truly danced upon the dead.

'And ... oh... was that couple actually... on that grave marker, doing...' she didn't get a chance to make out what it was they were really doing. It couldn't be. But, the dancers had swirled in around them blocking them from view.

The lights were low and red. Right in front of the band someone had erected an open coffin. Resplendent as anything Dracula himself might own. The red velvet lining, the dark oak panels, the gold ornamentation and handles. Oh my god, she was thinking about sex again, in that coffin, with her Dracula escort, Rick. He would die if he knew.

She quickly turned her attention away from the seductive scenes all around her.

"It's lovely, Rick. I'm so glad you brought me."

He took in the pink glow of her skin and guessed correctly that she was on her way to another melt-down. He'd give it about thirty minutes. His cock was at full mast now. It throbbed just looking at her. Soon it would be her turn to take care of him. 

He gently laid his hand on her knee and registered the little shock of electricity that flowed between them. Hadn't she ever noticed it before? He'd been feeling it for months. Just the slightest contact, an accidental brush of flesh. He couldn't get enough of her and her insistence that they wait until the relationship got more serious, well that just wouldn't do.

He was totally serious. He'd already bought the ring. All that was left was that nagging little question of after the wedding. She had to be completely open to him. Ready to cum at his beck and call. Eager to please. Most of all, she needed to have her world spin out of control every time he drove her sexy little alluring body over the edge.

If she was just a little bit conventional he could use a two week honeymoon in the Bahamas to train her. The thoughts of her beautiful throat wearing his collar, her arms and legs spread and chained. The tormented pleasure of bringing her to the edge over and over. Hearing her beg. Hearing her scream and moan.

The thought had his cock dancing and leaking precum, demanding that Sarah cum and play with it. When she didn't try to brush his hand aside and began to squirm, his thoughts turned to spreading her legs. Spanking her tingling pussy into submission.

"You look stunning tonight. I'm the envy of every man in the room, my pet."

Her womanhood was burning again with all the nerves on edge. She was going to leave a hot wet slippery puddle on the seat. It just couldn't be happening. 'Oh no! What's gotten into me? I'm such a slut!' her mind wailed dolefully. 

"You make me look good," she admitted from beneath her lashes. She wanted to run her fingers inside her labia and rub out the burning itch. Turning more towards the bar she spread her legs just a little bit. Slipping her hand beneath the skirt of her dress she eased her fingers towards her pussy.

She carried a running conversation about the true to death decor of the evening, trying to divert Rick's attention from what she was going to be doing. His eyes remained on hers. He seemed attentive to her every word. A little too late she realized he had only offered a few random comments.

"Uh huh." "I see." "Really?!"

Ut-oh. It didn't seem like his mind was really on what she was saying anymore. His eyes were molten brown and glistening with desire. She tried to think of what she might have said or done, but she was losing control of her thoughts again. Her fingers which had started out slowly caressing her lower lips were now slipping in and out of her very hot very wet very horny pussy.

She was leaning into the bar and arching her back. Her breasts naked beneath the dress revealed her pebbly nipples like delicious little baby marshmallows. Patrons at the bar were beginning to stare. She was lost to it all. She felt his hand like a hot brand moving up her thigh. She could only moan in hopeless misery when his hand covered hers over her shameful cunt.

His fingers followed hers, in and out, adding his two to her three. He pressed deep hard and fast burying both of their fingers inside her as deep as they could go. Sarah's thighs clamped down hard as she strangled over the emitting moan. Her moan.

She had the attention of everyone at the bar now and several others in close proximity. Women purred and men stroked their crotches and drooled.

Rick pulled their wet slick digits from Sarah's hot quivering cunt and drew them up between them forcing her to stare glassy eyed at them. With her body trembling in need she shook her head from side to side as he unerringly moved them towards her blood red lips. With his right hand Rick cupped the back of Sarah's head holding her in place he kissed the tips of her cum soaked fingers then slipped them into her cute little pouting mouth.

He watched as her eyes rolled back and she proceeded to suck each one completely clean.

Drying his fingers meticulously with a napkin he began stroking his massive fucking rock hard cock through his trousers. 'Christ, what an eager little slut she was becoming' he grinned to himself.

"Rick... Rick... I... I... ooo," her throaty rasping voice nearly caused him to lose it in his trousers.

"I know pet. Let me help you. That's what I'm here for baby girl."

She was beyond caring again who saw, where she was, what he did to her. Her body was begging do it... do it NOW!

He rotated her seat around slowly facing the dance floor and the small growing gathering of onlookers. She placed her elbows behind her on the bar bracing for his attentions.

He hooked her three inch heels over the metal step rung around the base of the bar stool and spread her open wide. With an evil wicked he grin he began to pull the cubes of ice from his glass and one by one pushed them deep up inside her pussy. 

One... two... three... four... five! He palmed the last piece and held it over her clit and began to circle it. Drip... drip... drip... moan. The puddle of melted ice grew bigger and sticky with juices. It ran down her thighs, her crack, her legs, and the stool.

Plop... plop... plop!

One man had grabbed a woman by the hair, he dropped heavily in a chair and shoved her between his legs. Producing a raging hot cock he forced her down on it and began fucking her mouth.

Rick furiously worked Sarah's pussy as she arched, screamed and exploded. Moving his hand at the last second, the ice cubes shot out of her and skittered across the floor. Two women and three men bent over and retrieved the individual ice cubes popping them into their mouths and sucking lustily on them.

Rick took a bar towel from the sweat soaked glassy eyed bartender. Turning Sarah back around towards the bar he pushed the towel gently between her legs.

"Clean up now pet. I believe dinner is about to be served."

She dropped her head onto the bar moaning in abject horror. She began to rub the towel against her sensitive skin biting back another humiliating noise trying to claw its way out of her throat. 

Rick led her unerringly to a booth next to the dance floor. Amidst the applause and the shame she slid her wicked evil little pussy into the seat. Burying her face in a napkin she awaited her next humiliating performance.

'Bad pussy...bad pussy... bad... bad... bad!'

More to cum...

Tricks and Treats Ch. 03



Sarah had just given the performance of her life, in horror and humiliating public view of a very exclusive All Hallows Eve party. Although the other party members seemed to be fine with it and themselves less inhibited as the night wore on. Oh the mortifying shame of it as others passed by their table patting Rick on the back and winking at her openly was... was... a bit... exciting really.

Never had she done anything like this. Something strange had taken over her body and it would not be denied. It was like... like... Rick was enjoying her shameful behavior. Thinking about it was difficult as her pussy caught fire again and again forcing her to clench her thighs tightly.

Looking around it would seem that a man who could tolerate her deviant behavior had been only happy to accompany a slut to this party. She glanced at him. He was carrying on a perfectly respectable looking conversation with a colleague of his from work. That's when it occurred to her. He meant for her to be stimulated, seduced and displayed.

She was nothing more than a toy, a plaything, a trophy for his friends to see and lust after. He probably felt the big man bringing her to orgasm in front of everyone. She tried to get angry but her belly was knotting up and her nipples growing rigid by the second. He knew what he was doing. Wasn't it obvious he felt her true sluttish behavior even before she was aware of it?

He'd picked a real peach this time. She was ripe to give him a demonstration at the drop of a hat. Any thoughts of marriage were quickly squashed. She was rapidly getting pissed. If only this damn twitching hot cunt of hers would cool down.

She reached for his glass, thinking he was distracted enough by his friend not to notice. One piece... one piece of ice. 

His hand came down on her wrist like a vice. Still conversing as if nothing had happened, he didn't even glance in her direction. She tried to wiggle her hand loose. It wasn't going to happen. Her fingers began to tingle from loss of blood. When she relaxed so did his grip.

The conversation wound down and the other man left the table with a good bye and nod in her direction. Good... she was ready to stare daggers into Rick. That was until he turned his full attention on HER.

His eyes met hers. Something had changed... something vital. Sarah felt like a doe caught in the headlights. The hard look she saw had her backing up mentally, changing gears, and oh... my... god... soaking her seat.

He moved her hand from the table and placed it squarely on his cock. Her fingers jerked in reaction to the full knowledge of his size. His eyes bore down on her, his obvious hunger for her washed over her in waves so thick she felt her pussy clinch. She trembled in response to him.

"Now my little cum pet look what you've done," he whispered huskily. "Before you can have the ice you want badly enough to steal, you will take care of me. Fair wouldn't you say?" Bringing to fore how he'd taken care of her three times tonight, she blushed furiously.

"Y...y...yes." It came out in a dry croak.

"I'm sorry pet. I didn't quite catch that," he purred and handed her a fresh martini.

She began to turn her head to take a sip but he took her chin in his fingers and brought it back so that she was forced to look at him as she drank. He waited. She cleared her throat.

And in a voice she couldn't believe was her own, a low throaty husky sound.

"Yes sir. It is time I took care of you."

His smile was like a rush of sweet rare wine to her heated body. She was mesmerized, he could ask anything and she would gladly give it to him. He lifted the table cloth in front of her. She looked around anxiously. Then she slid beneath the table to her knees.

He felt her wiggling around getting into position between his legs. He made room for her and felt her timid hands sliding up his thighs. She was probably making a puddle on the floor. He snickered. It was cut short by the feel of her lips pressing a hot moist kiss directly on his throbbing cock through his trousers.

He sucked in his breath and gripped the table edge. She was fumbling with his zipper. Zip... zip... zip. Fingers searched his manhood and pulled the massive hardon from its hiding place. He felt the coolness of the air brushing past it. 

He grabbed his drink and hurriedly downed a gulp. The second stole his breath and choked the shit out him as he felt Sarah's tentative tongue touch him. His friend quickly moved back to the table and handed him a napkin.

"OK dude?"

"Ye...ah... yeah," choke, cough, cough, choke. "Thanks." He held up the napkin and nodded. The guy must have taken that as an invitation because he called for another drink and sat down on the far side of the table.

"So where's that lovely dish you had by your side?"

"She is... taking care of something for me."

"She could take care of something for me any time," he laughed.

Rick bore down on his building pleasure till it ached. It didn't help much as Sarah's raging hot mouth slid over the head of his dick and locked on. His friend, Todd was talking again. He just couldn't hear it over the roar in his ears.

"Rick...?"

"Hmm... what?" he jerked his attention back.

"I said where did you find such a hot dish? She had everyone blowing wads everywhere."

"Dumb luck buddy, dumb luck. She found me. She came to work for my downtown office as a promoter. She may be helping me to test out some new products." His grin was obviously alluding to a more sexual set of products than the grape ones Rick produced through his many vineyards.

He grunted and shifted as his balls tightened and Sarah's head began to bob up and down quickly. Oh mother fucker!

"Say Todd what's going on over in that corner? Looks like a gang bang." That did it. Todd nodded quickly, grabbed his drink and hurried across the floor dodging the dancers like a pro.

Rick let the raging hunger free, his orgasm building fast. Faster. His balls clinched tight up to his swollen cock and prepared their assault. She had been dipping down the shaft of his cock allowing only a half of it entrance to her sweet mouth. That was about to change.

Rick reached beneath the table and tangled his fingers in her hair yanking her forward and driving his uncontrolled cock down her throat. She began to struggle trying to pull back. He humped his ass forward and drove it deeper. When Sarah began to gag, her throat convulsing around his dick, he erupted deep into her throat with a couple more humps and squirts he released her.

He could hear her muffled panting and crying beneath him. He smiled. Giving his dick a quick rub and buff with the napkin, he put himself back together. Then he passed a clean napkin under the table.

Todd was back.

"It was over before I got there," he whined playfully. 

"Yeah? Bad break," Rick smiled. 

Buffets were set up and waiters were delivering the night's dinner to the tables.

"Why don't you stay, have dinner with us," Rick offered.

"Sure," he slid into the seat he vacated just a few minutes ago. "So where's your date?"

"Well I do believe she's just finishing up that little something I needed done for me," he said as he lifted the table cloth's edge next to him. Reaching beneath the table he took Sarah's hand and gently lifted her back out and up into her seat next to him.

She carefully wiped her lips making sure she hadn't missed a drop. She folded her hands in her lap, her face bleeding red down her entire body.

"Exx...xx...cuse me," Todd managed as his jaw came back in contact with the rest of his face. He jumped up grabbing the nearest available blonde and hurried off towards the restrooms.

A waiter arrived to place the larger dinner plates on their table. Their glasses refreshed. People moved to their perspective tables.

Rick took Sarah's chin in his hand bringing it up to his. Gently he placed a kiss on her swollen lips.

"You please me very much, pet." He slid his fresh ice filled drink over to her.

Even in her embarrassment Sarah felt a warm happy glow from his praise. Maybe, just maybe, if she couldn't take his name, maybe... she could become his slut. Her world was changing.

So what's cumming next...



Tricks and Treats Ch. 04



She was beautiful when she blushed. He enjoyed putting that red glow on her face. He very much would like to see how far that blush traveled. He grinned.

"How's the meal? Do you like it Sarah?"

"Very much. It's delicious." She still would not look directly at him. She ate slowly, keeping her eyes on the couples at the other tables.

At least she and Rick hadn't been tossed out for lewd behavior. It seems the partygoers were all of a like mind. Vivacious, outgoing, exhibitionists. 'Exhibitionists,' that's a word she recently googled. The thought of how she had researched some alternative ... umm... sexual interests, brought her face back to flaming red again. Damn it.

She never thought she would have a use for that word. Tonight was an earth shattering introduction into a world she'd only dreamed of. She beheld her love in a whole new light. 

The ice was melting. Sliding down her thighs. Discreetly as possible she slipped a couple of linen napkins beneath the table and between her legs. Seeing her pleasuring herself... Mmm. Rick rubbed his now burgeoning cock. The drug was amazing. 

"Dessert?" Rick asked as the waiters moved around the tables with elaborate dishes of pastries, cakes and ice cream masterpieces.

Sarah eyed them with a new interest. Ice... ice cream!?! Hmm... too messy, but 'Oh what a wicked idea.' She smiled and shook her head, 'No.' Rick noticed everything about her. He even thought he knew what she was thinking. He was having the same thoughts, he would swear to it. And... remember the ice cream for later.

He slipped his hand beneath the table and slid it between her hot sexy little legs. She opened them immediately for him. Good, she was obeying his silent commands now as well as his verbal.

He moved aside the fine cloth napkins and slid two fingers inside her still hot, very wet pussy. Deeper and even deeper till he heard her moan. He pulled them out and circled them around her sensitive clit. Her leg muscles clinched but she held them open. Her hips bucked. A couple more dips into her honeyed hole and he pulled away.

Her whole body seemed to shudder.

Pulling his fingers from beneath the table he held them up for her. Waiting till she opened her eyes, watching as they rounded big in her face, staring intently at his cum soaked digits... She licked her lips.

It was so easy to give her what she wanted. It's what he wanted too.

He pressed his fingers against her lips and slid them inside as she opened to him. In stunned silence he watched as her eyes rolled back and closed. She proceeded to lick and suck his fingers completely clean. This was going better than he had even imagined it might would.

He was defiantly not letting this girl get away. One more thing he wanted to find out and he was taking her home to a proposal. She obviously loved everything he was offering her. She was trainable and willing. She was beautiful and wanton. The perfect wife to make a slut out of. A personal slut. His wife! His slut!

The party was heating up. People moved back onto the dance floor. Fog machines rolled again. Eerie sounds and music filled the room. Lights flashed lightening in the dimly lit red glow. Skeletal servants appeared carrying small wooden replica treasure chests among the guests. They also set up next to tombstones and tables. A single occupancy mausoleum rolled into the room being pushed by two vampiric looking men. They slid the top laboriously to one side and a pale woman climbed out looking confused.

The vampires grabbed her and held her as the surrounding skellies pushed the mausoleum closed again.

Sarah leaned forward trying to see what came next. With this group anything goes it would seem. The woman they held was scantily dressed in something that looked like she had been buried in it centuries ago. Her flesh pale, her breasts nearly exposed. Her black hair wild and curly about her shoulders. She was a beautiful specimen of womanhood.

Sarah gulped slowly as her eyes were captivated with the wildly undulating struggling woman. She felt her nipples harden as she noticed the woman's were large and rigid also. She was practically drooling, oh my god, and her pussy was creaming at the sight.

"Umm... Rick?"

"Yes, Sarah?" he asked as he turned his whole focus on her. How lovely... she was blushing again.

"I...is...is that woman ... umm... unwilling?" she stuttered out quietly. She kept her eyes down as she asked. She didn't want him to see how erotically this was affecting her. But you'd think she would have learned by now. Damn.

He lifted her chin once again. Looking deeply into her eyes and reading her perfectly. Then he smiled. She was a lovely shade of pink.

"Pet, no one here does anything they don't want to do. Everyone here is here because this is a safe, sane and consensual setting. What they are about to do is a play session for everyone to observe. They all adhere to the SSC and YMMV attitudes."

He studied her expression. It would seem she understood the acronyms. That could be very interesting. If she had been looking into the world of D/s then he was by far the luckiest man alive. 

"Did you have an interest in putting on a play for them, my pet?" he teased her with a wink.

Sarah quickly shook her head in the negative, but her eyes glazed over in the affirmative. Rick chuckled.

The whole event had moved on and now the woman was being held spread eagle on the tomb. A special black leather chest was brought out and opened by the seeming head of the two vamps. An ebony short cat of nine appeared from the recesses of the chest. The tall male vampire grinned and caressed it against his palm.

The woman was shaking all over. She looked excited rather than frightened.

A lady dressed like a kitten slipped a leather strap beneath the raven haired woman's chin and pulled it taunt. This brought her breasts into prominence. The vampire man drew back the whip and snapped it firmly across the woman's erect nipples. She moaned and a rip appeared in her dress. 

A hard nipple peeked out.

The whole room took in a collective breath.

The whip fell again. The woman groaned and squirmed deliciously on the tomb. More of her dress fell away.

The entire room groaned with her.

Other vampires drew near the scene. With the next strike she screamed. Hands and fingers tore at her clothing, ripping it from her body. Her breasts were red and tipped with rock hard nips. Her inner thighs were wet and covered in her own hot juices.

The room cheered them on.

Sarah was gripping the table edge hard. Her nipples aching. Her cunt burning. Her tummy churning. Rick bit back the urge to toss Sarah on the curved seat of their booth and fuck her to death and back again.

"Imaging that being done to you, baby girl?" he whispered instead.

Sarah nodded her head yes and gulped again. She didn't even seem to know she was answering him. He laughed quietly again.

Vamps on both sides began licking and suckling the raven haired beauty's obviously abused tits. Then the toys came out of the box.

The head Vampire moved in at the foot of the crypt and raised his arm again. The only sound in the room was the suckling and moaning from the three involved. The woman was totally unaware of her next peril.

The whip sizzled through the air and "Wack" right on the woman's open pussy. When she opened her mouth to scream someone obligingly filled the opening with a large dildo. Gagging she accepted the new invasion. The welder obliged her by pumping it slowly in and out.

The whip fell again. "Wack!"

She groaned and squirmed. A new toy was added. Someone holding a slim vibrating finger dipped it in her pussy then slid it fully inside her ass. She immediately began bucking into the finger as it entered. Then it was turned on.

The cunt juices were flooding out of her now. So the next tool went in easily. A huge black life like penis dildo buried itself deep inside her pussy. With the help of still others it fucked her aggressively.

Then the piece to please any slut, a clit rocking personal massager. It struck her clit and her body clinched, bucked, rocked, arched and exploded. Wave after wave of tremors were obvious from anywhere in the room. The men standing nearest to her jerked off their cocks, coating her already slick sweating body with a medley of cream coatings.

It was... magnificent! 

Sarah sat back in her seat panting. She was cross-eyed with desire. Beyond reason she wanted to be fucked right away. Right here. Right now! By Rick.

The spotlight off the scene now seemed to waver about the room.

There was a rousing amount of cheers and wolf whistles from the guests.

Then the room took on a deeper shade of red and an announcer spoke. 

"Now my friends and guests, we have the distinct pleasure of a scene from one of the Masters of Dominance." The spotlight slowly panned over and stopped on top of Rick and Sarah.

Sarah found it hard to breath. Surely not! She shot a glazed look at Rick. He was standing, smiling and holding out his hand to her. In a daze she took it and rose beside him.

He leaned over her and whispered in her ear to 'just breathe deeply'. In and out, in and out, in and... oh my god. That thought didn't help. She followed him in blind trust as he led her through the crowded dance floor.

She kept telling herself in a dreamlike trance, 'this is not happening'.

The announcer bowed to Rick and swept out his arm in introduction.

"Count Dracula!"

Rick took over. A throne chair had been situated near the coffin Sarah had seen earlier. He led her to it and took a seat. She had no idea what to do so she stood waiting and submissive. He indicated a spot beside his legs.

"On your knees, pet" he gave the order. She obeyed without question. Her raging lust demanded her compliance. She needed a good Fuck! Anything for a good fuck. Anything to please Rick.

He pulled her forward over his knees and pinned her with his right arm.

'Do you consent, my pet?' he whispered in her ear.

'Yes...' she breathed back.

"Then for messing you dress you will be spanked," he said out loud for the people in the room to hear. "Spread your knees, little one," he ordered. "Show everyone what a bad girl you've been."

She did exactly what she was told. She lay across his hard cock and moaned. Her hair fell forward. 

She felt his fingers slide up between her legs. He hooked his finger in the crotch of her thong and pulled. It slid free and fell down around her knees. The room held its breath. He rubbed her pussy for a moment.

Then... 'WACK!' 

Owww... oh owww... oh yes... again.

He didn't disappoint. 'Wack... wack... wack..." She squirmed hard on him as the heat took over. The moans, the groans, the screams. Rick's stiff cock was thumping hard into her belly with each hit.

Her ass reddened deeply for all to see. His fingerprints firmly marking what was his. Her inner thighs were slick with cream. He slid her back on her knees. She was wild and dazed. She wiggled her ass to find a comfortable position on her heels.

Rick raised his right arm and snapped his fingers. She stared up longingly at him, her eyes begging for the relief only he could give her.

A skellie rushed forward with a black leather and red velvet chest. Rick slipped a large gold key from beneath his shirt where it hung around his neck. The skellie kneeled and held the chest up to be opened.

Rick lifted the lid almost reverently. Inside he brought out his gift to Sarah. Black leather, silver studded wrist cuffs, Her name had been burned deeply into the leather on one. 'My pet' had been burned into the other. He turned to Sarah with his heart in his eyes.

"Will you accept my gift?"

Sarah answered him the only way she knew how. She lifter her wrists to him and bowed her head. Rick slipped on the cuffs, belted them and joined them with a short length of silver chain.

The chamber erupted into rapt applause. Some stood as they cheered.

Rick acknowledged their passionate cheers as he acknowledged his own passion rising. The fog rolled in again and the lights went down lower. The red glow nearly pulsed with the music that slid eerily around them all. He turned his hard hot gaze on Sarah.

Pulling her to her feet, holding her bonds, he turned her to face the crowd. She stepped lightly out of her ruined panties. Rick scooped them up and deftly slipped them into a pocket.

He stepped up to her back and fit himself tightly against her. He raised her arms above her head with his left hand. With his right, he slid his fingers up her thigh, across her belly, then between her breasts.

Gathering the material at the low dip in front. He "rrr... iii.... pp... ed" it down the middle!!! Her tits bounced free. Sarah tried to turn in his arms but he held her firm.

"It's what you want, my sweet, remember?" he breathed huskily into her ear. She moaned and laid her head back on his shoulder. He took first one breast into his hand and squeezed and twisted her nipple. Releasing her wrists, he brought his left hand down and grasped the second one applying equal twisting, squeezing and pulling to both now.

Her arms dropped down behind his head as she gave herself over to the delicious feeling of her nipples hardening again in his hands.

"Spread you legs, my pet," and she at once complied with his guttural command. His magic fingers went to work on her splayed cunt. She was all over the place, writhing her body against his. Till her knees nearly buckled and he took pity on her... and himself.

Pulling her hands from around his head, he led her over to the open coffin. Her eyes got big and she had the most beautiful smile on her face. He indicated that she climb in. He placed her hands on the side of the coffin and nodded.

She was a sight to behold as she lifted her long sexy leg over the side. Her pussy opened in view of all. Her honey soaked thighs glistening under the low lights. And her ass, still red and smarting, was crossing over the threshold as she pulled up her other leg. She turned to sit facing Rick with her bound hands in her lap.

Around the room candles began to flare as the guests all lit several, placing them on the tables, the tombstones, the floor, coming closer to the casket. Many held a candle in their hands as they swayed to the creepy music. Like ghosts in a trance they eagerly watched on as the play progressed.

Rick laid Sarah back till her head rested on the satiny pillow. He pulled her arms over her head across the oak head board. A human cat in black appeared with a black velvet pillow. On it lay what looked to be an ancient lock. Rick took the lock and once again pulled the key from his shirt.

Sarah heard as it clicked open.

Her burning hot body was screaming at her, her ears nearly drowning out the sound of the second 'Click' as the lock slid home though her cuffs and the golden handle of the casket. Every part of her ached. 

Her head was thrashing across the pillow, her eyes wild. "RICK!"

His heart hammered in his chest as he moved to her side. "Tell me pet. Tell me what it is that you want." He slipped his fingers in her pussy. He worked them around as she bucked and fucked them hard.

"I... I... want..." Oh gheezuz! "I want ... you ... to ... Fuck Me. PLEASE!!!"

Rick pulled out his fingers licking off the creamy soaked digits with a smile. He climbed into the lower section of the coffin. Spreading Sarah's legs he draped her left leg over the front side of the casket. This opened her up for him. On his knees between her spread thighs, he undid his trousers and pulled his full erection out. The ladies in the room gasped in unison. The men groaned in envy.

The cat with the pillow leaned over to her friend and whispered, 'Baby he's gonna hurt someone with that.' Several people nearby nodded in agreement. One man piped up 'She's about to get staked.'

'She's so wet,' Rick thought. She'll feel the complete fullness of me. But he'd ease her into it at first and give her a couple minutes to adjust to him. He placed the palm of his left hand on her lower belly and sought out her swollen clit. With evil intent he rolled his pad around her bud slowly.

She was panting and lifting her hips to encourage his attentions. He felt so in control. He had the hottest, sexiest woman he had ever known undulating beneath him, begging to be fucked by him.

And that my friends is when the tables turned...

He eased the head of his thick cock inside her wet raging cunt. 

And the world came to a stop. He froze. The guests looked at the statuesque forms in the coffin. Something had seemed to go wrong all at once. You could cut the tension with a knife.

He raised his eyes to Sarah's. And she was smiling. It was wicked. It was hot. It was sassy. Rick raised his right hand and backslapped her across the face.

"You dirty little slut whore!"

Her head snapped back around. Her eyes glazed over in complete abandon. She sent daggers of red hot hunger back at him.

She grinned! 

"Finish what you started," she rasped out on a dare!

.

"Oh you impudent little bitch. You will pay for this. Over and over and over... I'll make it my one purpose in life," Rick ground out between clenched teeth.

"You better start now then," she quipped impishly, then pushed her hips forward taking in another inch of his cock.

`Rick reared back. Sarah bit her bottom lip and let her head fall back.

He put his entire weight into his forward motion and slammed his whole cock up her pussy in one powerful stroke. She reared up meeting his stroke with her hips, arching her back and coming up onto her toes.

An inhuman scream tore from her throat as his rock hard cock claimed her. Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes as she grasped the entire fullness of his possession of her.

"More?!?" Rick growled down at her.

"Yes..." she hissed back.

He straddled her right leg in the coffin and lifted her left leg over his shoulder. With grunt after grunt he pounded into her relentlessly.

"You slutty cock-loving whore!"

She eagerly tried to grind her pussy into him with every thrust. 

"Bastard!"

When she started to buck and clinch his cock he could feel her orgasm reaching its peak. He drove harder and faster and together they exploded into each other. Candles around them sputtered. The room was in a trance.

As the tremors began to subside, Rick slid himself from her. He took a good look at what they had done, it's evidence all around them. His ever accommodating friend tonight stood nearby holding out a satin handkerchief. 

Rick took it with a satisfied grin on his face and wiped down his cock and balls before placing them back inside his trousers. He then placed the blood red stained trophy inside his pocket with the others from this evening.

Someone flashed a camera. He'd make sure he got one of those later.

He stepped out of the casket and moved around to release Sarah's wrists from the handle.

Flash ... click... flash... flash! Rick grinned. 'Hmm... a lot of pictures for later.'

He lifted Sarah into his arms. Hers went around his neck, the cuffs making it easy to hang on. She buried her face in his chest. He turned around slowly allowing all to view his now deflowered pet. He had never been so happy.

Then swirling his long cape about them both, he strolled out of the party to thunderous applause and cheers. 

Cumming next?!? The Final Act...