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Jackie sprinted down the hallway. Her breasts heaved within her crimson satin bra and panties cleaving to her butt cheeks. Her arms strained at the cuffs behind her back. With each stride a loose hobble chain whipped back and forth and a leather crotch strap flapped between her legs.

She skidded to a stop at the top of the stairs, and her eyes scanned the darkness behind her. Horror was etched on her face. Her nostrils flared as they snorted in gasps of air; her lips were sealed around a massive ball gag. The straps dug into her pale white cheeks, chin, and over the bridge of her nose.

From out of the all encompassing blackness, the staccato click of high heels echoed. Jackie squatted down and squealed in terror. She scrambled down the stairs, raced to the front door, and slammed into it. After spinning around, she fought to twist the knob. The door rattled but wouldn’t open. In near hysterics, she ran to the bay window and flung her body against it.

“MMMNNNN,” she screamed into her gag. Gloved hands emerged from the darkness. One held a dildo like a knife. The other hand yanked open the gusset to her panties. It hauled back and rammed the dildo into her ass. Her eyes went wide as saucers, and a muffled scream ripped from her lips. In her panic, she rose to her tiptoes and tried to scramble up the glass. The dildo disappeared between her curvy ass cheeks. Another followed the first but entered her vagina. The hand grabbed a leather chastity strap and jerked it up, creasing her panties into her ass. The leather creaked as it grew taut. A lock clicked and sealed the dildos inside her.

The hand grabbed a fistful of her blonde mane. Her head jerked back, and nostrils sucked in quick gasps of air. A black latex hood stretched out before her eyes. It wrapped around her face, plunging her into darkness.

“We look like hookers at the ‘Ramada Inn’,” Julie groused. “This dress is too small.” While keeping one hand on the steering wheel, she tugged at the hem of her minidress. The cobalt blue satin dress hugged her body like a second skin. Seated as she was exposed a bit of her taut garter straps and a glimpse of her panties. The neckline was so low that it exposed a bit of her black satin bra cups. “Ooohhh, how did I ever let you talk me into this?”

Tara crossed her legs, smiled, and flicked a raven tress over her right shoulder. “I think we look hot.” She wore the exact same dress only in burgundy satin.

“We don’t even look like the ‘Pussy Cat Dolls’. They dress in burlesque costumes not like slutty B-girls.”

“Who cares? Once Tommy and Kevin see us in these dresses, we will win first, second, AND third place.” She smirked and flipped down her vanity mirror. Retrieving a tube of lipstick, she touched up her makeup.

In the middle of applying her lipstick, Tara launched into her seat belt. The sound of screeching tires ripped through the car. She then slammed back into her seat and uttered a heavy grunt. “What happened?” she cried out in panic.

“There was someone in the road,” Julie gasped and swallowed. “She ran right out in front of me.”

“What? Who was it?”

“I don’t know. She ran out of the woods over there. Something was in her mouth and her hands were cuffed behind her back.”

“She was tied up?”

“Yeah, and she only had on her bra and panties.”

Tara sighed and sat back. “You had me scared there for a minute. It’s probably just Tommy messing with our heads. You know the way he goes crazy at Halloween.”

“You think so? I mean, I can still see that terrified look in her eyes.”

“I am going to KILL Tommy. He can be such an asshole at times.”

Julie pressed on the gas once again. As they drove along through the moonless night, she kept one eye on the woods. She didn’t want to kill anyone for the sake of a joke.

Only a short ways up the road, they pulled off onto a winding dirt road. As they bounced around in the car, Tara complained, “Where is this place, Nepal? Why didn’t they just have the party at their house again?”

“It was Tommy’s idea,” she sighed. “This house was the scene of a triple homicide.”

“Someone was killed there?”

“This guy killed his fishing buddies.”

“Did they ever find the bodies?”

“No. They think he sunk them in the lake. It’s really deep. But that didn’t stop them from putting him in jail for murder.”

“Well at least they caught him.”

Up ahead they saw a swarm of cars lining road and crowding the front yard. The Victorian mansion loomed like a monolith. Its dark silhouette blotted out the twinkling star lit sky. High above light poured out the window in the ‘widow’s peak’. For some strange reason, it sent a shiver up Julie’s spine.

She cruised to a stop between two parked pickup trucks. “Well, I guess we’re here. I hope you are right about these costumes.”

“Trust me,” Tara replied with a smirk.

The girls exited the car. Using their best ‘I’m a whore’ strut, they strode up to the house. Music flooded out the front door and light cut through the darkness. They hurried up the steps and marched through the front door.

“Hey you guys … we’re … here.”

The living room was empty. Paper plates, chips, red plastic cups, and other food littered the floor. Tara wandered into the room. A cheese puff crunched beneath her high heel. “Where the hell is everyone!?!”

Julie shivered and rubbed her arms. “I don’t like this. I think we should go.”

“No. It has to be some sort of joke.” She stood in the center of the room and called out, “Okay guys, the jokes over. You’re not scaring us.”

When Julie turned to leave, she came to an abrupt halt. The front door was closed. She swore that they left it open.

Julie hurried to the door and grabbed the knob. No matter how hard she tried, the knob wouldn’t budge. “Come on … OPEN!”

“Julie, calm down. It’s just a joke.”

“No it’s not. I don’t know how I know but I do. This is serious, and we’re trapped,” she declared, her eyes tearing up.

“Hey, it’s okay. We’re going to be fine.” She looked up at the ceiling and said, “Okay Tommy, Julie is scared. Come on out.”

“See,” Julie cried and stamped her right foot. “They’re gone.”

Tara looked about and wrung her hands; “I’m starting to agree with you. Not even Tommy would go this far for a joke.”

The power suddenly failed and the lights went out. Emergency lights activated and beamed down upon them. “What was that? What happened?”

“I don’t know and I don’t care,” Tara said. She grabbed a chair, hauled back, and slammed it against the window. The chair shattered into a thousand fragments. It was as if it was made of balsa. “No, no, no!!!” Tara grabbed a bookend and threw it against the window. It bounced off and tumbled across the floor.

“Let us out!” Julie screamed and pounded the door.

“Okay, we need to get a grip. There has to be some logical explanation.” Tara searched her mind and suggested, “This house, it has to be run by a computer or something. I bet they’re watching us on a TV or something.”

“Are you kidding? The house is wired? Who would do that?”

“I don’t know,” Tara muttered with a tremulous voice. “I DON’T KNOW!”

Julie wandered around the living room. Something on the table caught her eye. She picked up a pair of green floral panties. They were shredded as if a knife or scissors cut them off. Beside them she saw a bra, and under them lay a dress. It too was slashed into rags.

“What the hell is this thing?”

Julie turned around and saw a Tara holding something. As she looked at it closer, she recognized it. It was a dildo. When it started to vibrate, Tara dropped it. The dildo clunked down onto the floor and began rattling across it. The girls backed away from it as if it were a snake. Tara muttered, “I don’t have any cell service. We need to find a phone.”

“What are you talking about? Is this where we are supposed to separate so that the killer can pick us off?”

“No one’s dead. I mean the place is trashed and the lights are out, but no one is dead. They might all be down at the lake or something. Besides that we’re going to stay together. I’m not wandering around this scary house alone.”

Clutching each other’s arm, they set out in search of a phone. They wandered through the kitchen, foyer, parlor, and even the billiards room but there was no sign of a phone. The den was the last room on the first floor. As they approached, Tara paused.

“What do you hear?” Julie whispered, clutching Tara’s arm.

“I think someone is inside the room.” From off a pedestal, she retrieved a brass figurine. Holding it above her head as a crude weapon, she pushed open the door and prepared to attack.

Tara’s heart skipped a beat, and the statue slipped from her hand. She couldn’t believe her eyes. She gasped, “Oh my god!”

Two terrified brown eyes gazed up at them. Glossy black rubber: ballet boots, stockings, garter belt, bodysuit, corset, gloves, and even a hood covered her. Rubber straps bound her arms and legs were behind her in a hogtied position. Rubber straps were even woven through her blonde ponytail and then stretched back to her bound legs.

“Uuuummm WWwwwwMmmnn,” she mewed.

It was only then that they saw the outer arch of a ball gag beneath the rubber hood. Also under the hood was the impression of straps encompassed her face and locked behind her head.

She gazed up at them with pleading, desperate eyes. At the violent eruption of vibrations, the girls jumped and clung to one another. The bound girl squeezed her eyes shut and moaned.

Tara rushed to the girl’s aid. She knelt on the floor beside the girl searching for some means of release. The girl’s arms were pinned behind her back in a black rubber monosleeve. The shoulder and chest straps were cinched tight and locked. Beneath it was the corset. It was a mass of buckles straps and strings. Each was cinched down tight and locked.

Tara ran her hand along the girl’s back and up the swell of her ass. A chastity strap sunk down into the girl’s crevice and disappeared between her rubber ass cheeks. The girl’s ass and hips vibrated beneath her hand.

The girl began snorting in shallow gasps of air. An orgasm drew near. Tara moved to the girl’s legs. Cuffs, secure and sturdy, pinned her rubber covered legs together. Tara pulled and even slapped at the cuffs, but nothing worked.

“Help me!” Tara ordered. However, Julie clutched the door frame and in frozen terror. She stared at the girl with an unblinking gaze.

Tara scrambled to her feet and searched the desk. She found a letter opener but it was for too dull to be of any assistance. “Wait here, I’m going to the kitchen to get a knife.” When Julie didn’t respond, Tara shook her and said, “Stay with her.”

Julie minced over to the girl. Although her arms were crossed, a shiver ran up her body. The bound girl mewed at her some garbled message. Julie reached out to touch her but withdrew her hand.

The bound girl squeezed her eyes shut. Her lungs drew in quick, shallow breaths. A tremulous moan came from her as her body quivered.

A loud BANG thundered behind her. Julie scrambled backward and bumped into a book shelf. The den door was shut.

She scrambled to her feet and ran to the door. In frenzied terror, she rattled the door and banged it. Nothing worked. It would not open.

When she looked back into the room, the spot where girl lay was empty. Her eyes darted back forth searching for the intruder. “Stop it!” she blurted almost in tears. “Just stop it!”

Tara sprinted down the hallway, to the foyer, and then into the kitchen. From a wooden block she grabbed a cooking knife and then sprinted out again. However, she soon skidded to a stop.

The door leading down the den was shut. She pulled on the door but it would not budge. Behind her she heard the clack of footsteps. Tara spun around and held up the knife, ready for the attack.

A low, throaty growl echoed through the mansion. “I have a knife,” Tara warned, her voice quivering in terror. “I’ll use it.”

“TARA Tara TARA Tara,” echoed the voice. It seemed to come from all around her and no where all at once. Sharp claws racked across her back. She screamed and flung open the door to her right. Racing down the steps, she fled into the basement. The knife tumbled from her hand and clattered down the steps behind her.

The basement door slammed shut with a bang. Tara failed to hear it. All she could think of was escape. She flung open a heavy wooden door and bolted into the room. What she saw paralyzed her mind in terror. She opened her mouth to scream, but no sound came out.

At the sound of a scream, Julie back away from the door. She trembled uncontrollably and stared at the door. When her bottom impacted the edge of the desk, she yelped, spun, and jumped all at the same time. The lone emergency light left the corners of the room dark and foreboding.

“Come on,” she whimpered. “This isn’t funny.”

There on the desk, she saw an old fashioned phone. Where had it been? The first thing she did upon entering was look for a phone. When it began to ring, her heart fluttered. Her trembling hand reached out and picked up the receiver. Holding to her ear, she said, “Hello … is anyone there?”

“J U L I E” whispered a woman’s voice. “I’m coming for you Julie”

“Who is this? Who are you?”

“You belong to me Julie.”

“Stop it, stop it, stop it,” she cried and let the phone slip from her hand. She ran to the door jerked it open. She then fled down the black hallway in blind terror. When the path to the foyer was blocked, she raced up a set of stairs to the second floor. Behind her thumped running feet.

Julie’s right foot caught on something, and her body hurtled through the air. She hit the Persian rug with a fleshy thud, rolling over and over. She came to rest lying face down.

Uttering an agonized groan, she struggled to gather her wits about her. Something grabbed a fistful of her hair and jerked her head back. When her mouth opened, a huge ball pushed through her teeth and popped into her mouth. Her lips wrapped around the massive girth sealing off all sound. A web of straps covered her chin, cheeks, and nose. She clawed at the carpet trying to crawl away. The straps dug into her flash and snapped shut with locking click.

“UUWWW mmmmnnn,” she mewed and struggled to break free.

Hands, strong, powerful, grabbed her wrists and dragged them behind her back. Cuffs wrapped around each wrist and were in turn locked together. Julie thrashed her legs about and squirmed as her elbows received a similar treatment.

The darkness hung around her like a blanket. When the hands released her, she scrambled forward and struggled to her feet. She spun searching the inky darkness for her attacker. She screamed, but only a faint mew came out.

Something shoved her forward. She stumbled and impacted a paneled wall with a thud. A hand pressed between her shoulder blades and pinned her face forward to the wall. She cried out as another hand dragged up her skirt and pulled down her panties.

A massive, round dildo rammed up her ass. She grunted and bit down on her gag. As she squirmed and struggled, hips slapped her ass and pumped the dildo into her. When she glanced over her shoulder, she saw a woman’s eye, black as lumps of coal and cold as a winter night.

“You’re mine now,” the woman hissed.

Julie rode up and down the wall as the woman attacked her ass. Pain and pleasure mixed insider her in a terrifying cacophony. She screamed again and struggled to break free.

“I see you need another lesson,” the woman growled. She grabbed a fistful of Julie’s hair and dragged her into the darkness. The sounds of rips and muffled screams echoed through the house.

Julie staggered into the light of an emergency lamp. Clad only in her black satin lingerie, her dress lay in tatters on the floor. A whip lashed out from the darkness and coiled around her. It dragged the girl back into the darkness.

When Julie stumbled out again, she was naked. The whip lashed out again and snapped around her body. She screamed in horror as it dragged her into the darkness again.

Several minutes passed and all grew quiet. Julie then minced out from the darkness. Her feet were bound in painful, odd boots that had silver disks on the bottom. They forced her to stand on the balls of her feet. Her body was covered in glossy black rubber. The glistening material covered all of her from the neck down. A cruel black PVC waist cincher crushed her waist and thrust out her rubber covered breasts.

She tried to run, but a set of three cuffs hobbled her legs. She squatted down and gazed back into the darkness, her eyes filled with fright. Black latex covered arms reach out and seized her. They dragged her to the edge of the darkness.

Julie struggled in a wild frenzy as her crotch strap was zipped open. When a butt-plug pushed into her rubber covered ass, her eyes went wide and a muffled groan penetrated her ball gag. The dildo pushed up and into her ass, the flexible cap molding into and between her butt cheeks. A dildo came next. The huge, black log seemed impossibly large. It slid up into her sex stretching her vaginal walls to the limit and beyond. The impaling rod filled her sex and stuffed her to capacity. When it was fully inserted up to the hilt, the hands drew the zipper closed again, sealing them inside her.

Again she was dragged into the darkness. One stifled scream after another ripped from the night. When Julie emerged again, a black rubber hood covered her head. With only nostril holes allowing her to breath, she was plunged into permanent darkness and silence. Her arms were secured up in an excruciating reverse prayer and secured to the back of her collar. A chastity belt, appearing much like a rubber thong, sealed the rods inside her. The roared to life and thrashed about inside her.

The whip returned. It bit at her rubber covered ass and made her dance. She lifted up one leg and then the next. Each time her hobble chain snapped tight. It came again and again striking and snapping her.

No matter which way she went the whip found her. It stung her breasts, thighs, and hips. The hands returned and dragged her into the darkness again. This time, not even the night or the gag could stifle her scream. It ripped from the very depth of her being.

When she staggered out again, silver nipple shields were permanently pierced through each areola. Multi-tiered chains attached to the shields swung back and forth. Her rubber covered camel toe vagina was altered too. Silver grommets pierced her labia with a gold chain laced through them. The chain was locked with a tiny heart shaped pad lock to her clit ring. A solid silver ring dangled down from her nasal septum and lay upon her upper lip. With every move she made, a long blonde tail swished back and forth behind her.

The hands returned from the darkness. This time they clipped a leash to Julie’s severe posture collar. With a sharp tug of the leash, she led her hapless victim along.

“Oh my god,” Tara gasped.

A woman, bent over at the hips, stood with her head and hands locked in a stock. Red welts crisscrossed her body in a hatch pattern. Automated dildos alternately pumped into her sex and ass.

The women let out blind mews. A black, kid-leather hood covered her head. Her hands were sealed inside a pair of thumb-less mittens.

Tara could not believe her eyes. To her right she heard more agonized mews. A girl stood in a narrow metal cage. The voluptuous blonde wore only a white satin corset, matching panties, and nude nylons. A pink gag stretched her mouth wide open and white leather straps bound her arms and legs. The desperation was clear in her eyes. Tara hurried over to her, but a heavy metal padlock secured the cage. The girl mewed and squeezed her eyes shut. A chorus of vibrating hums came from her panties. Dildos, many and varied, were stuffed inside her and vibrated her sex.

Fear overwhelmed her courage. Tara backed away from the woman. When she bumped into someone, she jumped back and spun around.

What she saw defied her comprehension. Three women, bound head to toe in black latex, stood before her. Their feet were shod with silver metal hoofs. Over top of their corsets were leather harnesses. They were hooked together tethering the girls to a car. When the girls clomped around, she saw tails swish behind them.

Although her legs trembled beneath her, she circled around these girls. Their arms were bound behind their backs in agonized ‘reverse prayers’. The tails swished around atop their rubber covered bottoms, straps sunk deep between their ass cheeks sealing dildos inside them. Silver nipple shields were also tethered together and hooked to reigns.

It was too horrible. Her mind snapped like a twig, and she turned to run. However, someone emerged from the shadows. Her hair and eyes were black as coal and her skin white as freshly fallen snow. She was beautiful with crimson lips, but there was a cruelty in her eyes that permeated her soul. She moved with a sway of her hips. A glossy black PVC minidress accented her curvy figure.

The woman held a leash and drew something along. A woman covered in rubber and PVC emerged. From her near constant moans, Tara could tell that the woman was in agony.

“Very good,” the woman purred. “I should introduce myself. I am ‘The Countess Marcela’, your new Mistress. Now I have my last pony-girl to complete my team, and I can make a rubber fetish maid.”

Tara turned to run when the woman hauled out her whips. She snapped it through the air and coiled it around Tara’s waist. A scream ripped through the night as the woman dragged her back toward a preparation station.

Tara tried to resist Marcella, but there was no contest. She easily stretched up Tara’s arms to a set of parallel poles and locked her wrists in leather cuffs.

“SOMEBODY HELP M … Uuummmppphhhh.”

Marcella shoved a pair of her soiled black silk panties into Tara’s mouth. She then wrapped a ‘Scold’ mask gag around Tara’s face and neck; a strap ran over her head. Tara mewed in alarm when Marcella picked up a knife. With the skill of a surgeon, she slashed off Tara’s clothing until it all lay in a pile around her feet.

She forced Tara to put a black: fetish panties with two internal dildos, a latex catsuit, and ballet boots. Her balled hands were sealed inside a pair of thumbless mittens and a severe corset crushed her waist. A hood covered her head. With only internal nostril tubes and eyes holes, Tara’s mouth was a smooth, unblemished surface.

The maid costume was worn over top of all this. It had long sleeves and puffy shoulders. The black PVC garment had white piping, a contoured bodice, and a flared skirt. After binding Tara’s arms behind her in a monosleeve, she wrapped a white apron around her waist and a fixed a head piece in place.

Cuffs and short hobble chains restricted Tara’s movement. Each mincing step made her dance atop her tiptoes and sent shooting pain up her legs. As a final touch, a severe posture collar held her head in place.

“I hope you like your uniform. You’ll be wearing it forever,” Marcella commented with a sneer.

“Hello, this is Helen Vargas reporting to you live from ‘The Ridgemont Estate’. Apparent tragedy has befallen a group of Halloween revelers. Sheriff John Carter, of Claremont County, speculates that the group went out on the lake when their boat sunk. The waters are frigid and over a mile deep. No survivors were found.”

“Helen,” Jim asked from his anchor desk, “how do they know that the guests were out on the water?”

“They don’t,” Helen replied, holding up the microphone. “However, they have no other explanation for the disappearance.”

The camera returned to Jim; “Isn’t that the same estate where the murders of the three fishermen occurred several years ago?”

“One and the same,” Helen said with a nod. “The local town’s people of Claremont have always considered this mansion and area cursed. It all started with the untimely death of ‘The Countess Marcela’ over one hundred years ago. She was murdered by her husband and his lover on Halloween. It is said that she inflicts her vengeance upon all who dare to enter her hallowed grounds. Helen Vargas reporting for CTN News, back to you Jim.”

When the red light atop the camera went out, Helen said, “That’s it Phil. We need to get a few shots of the interior. The sheriff said it would be okay if we went on in and took a look around.”

“Sure thing,” Phil replied lowering his camera. “Why don’t we start with the upstairs?”

“Sounds good,” Helen sighed and brushed a tress of hair from her face. The sound of faint laughter echoed through the night. It made her shiver. When she looked up, she swore she could see someone in the ‘widow’s peak’. Something told her to run, but her reporter’s ambition overruled it. She smoothed down her black leather skirt and hurried up the steps into the mansion. After they entered, the door slammed shut behind them.