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The Halloween Party (A Really Scary Event) by debra darling It was supposed to be just a simple costume party. It was scheduled for a Saturday evening, the weekend before All Hallows Eve. Jack and Jean were invited. The invitation had arrived in the mail two week's earlier. The envelope was of very fancy linen and all black and orange with a very decorative border. It was clearly an expensive invitation and implied a very upscale party. The address was in a swanky part of town known as Washington Park. This part of Seattle was comprised of very large, very old estates and mansions. Many were on large lots and the houses were barely visible from the street. Jack had no idea who the invitation was from. Jean also pleaded ignorance. They both seemed to be mystified by the thing. It was clearly addressed to them, with their full names and their address in a fine script of beautiful handwriting. Clearly, someone who knew them had sent it. The invitation included a series of directions that they were to follow if they wished to attend. Costumes were required and they would be provided to them at a later date. It seemed that this was a theme party and each guest would be assigned a role to play. The costume would reflect that roll. It also stated that they were to tell no one about the party as it was a very exclusive guest list and they had been specially selected to attend. At the bottom was a phone number to call to RSVP. A final note stated that the RSVP was required and if they chose not to call they would not be admitted to the party. They spent a few days of discussing the invitation with each other. Jack was really wondering what it was all about and if they were perhaps the object of some kind of an elaborate prank. Jean actually did not say much, just agreeing with Jack as he went along. At last his curiosity finally won out. Jack made the call with Jean standing by listening. They heard a phone ring and then the distinct click of a call being transferred. It rang again and a deep, almost melodic voice answered. It was a recording. The message only identified itself as "Phantasy Phullphillment Limited, Your Perfect Party Host" and said it would accept only RSVP messages. It asked for an identification number as well and said the number was on the original invitation, in the lower left hand corner. They looked quickly at the bottom of the invitation and sure enough there was a number there. Jack looked at Jean who nodded her head up and down. In a quiet voice, Jack tremulously read off the number, identified them as Jack and Jean and said they would like to attend the party. There was a moment of silence and then the voice came back on. It said their number had been confirmed, they would be expected at the door at 9:00PM and that they should keep the entire day open for preparation of their costumes. They would be receiving more information soon along with directions on how and where to present themselves for costuming. The call was then disconnected. Jack and Jean looked at each other for a moment and then broke out into nervous laughter. On a whim, Jack called the number again, but he only got a busy signal. Over the next few days, Jack's excitement began to build. This was the most curious thing that had ever happened to them. Jean seemed to be more nervous than excited, but every time Jack said he was looking forward to finding out what this mysterious party was all about, she just nodded or agreed, somewhat tremulously. Several times they called the number but each time the only reward was a busy signal. No matter what time of day or night they tried, no one ever answered the phone again. As the special day drew near Jack Jean could not stop talking about their secret party. What was this all about? What rolls would they be playing? Who was putting on this obviously elaborate and expensive fantasy? On the Friday before the party the phone rang. Jack had just about given up any hope of hearing from their host and had begun to think again that the whole thing was a hoax. Jean said they should wait until the last moment before scheduling anything else and had insisted this just had to be real. Jack answered the phone and soon had Jean beside him listening. It was the same deep, sonorous voice again. The two were told to prepare themselves the next morning early for a day out before going to the party. They were to be ready to leave the house at 8:00AM. That was all that was said before the voice disappeared, leaving only a dial tone. Neither of them slept much that night although as it turned out, for very different reasons. Early in the morning they showered, had a light breakfast and dressed to go shopping. Jack wore a long sleeve shirt and chinos along with soft suede loafers. Jean wore a blouse and pants and a pair of flat heeled black shoes. Promptly at 8:00AM the phone rang. It was the voice again. It told them to drive their car to a parking garage in downtown Seattle and park on the seventh floor. They were to leave the keys in the car along with the garage parking ticket and then take an elevator up to the twelfth floor. This was really getting strange, but now they were sure this was some kind of a set up by one of their screwy friends. They decided to go along with it for a while anyway so they drove down to the garage. It was in the retail district, but it was still early so there was plenty of space open on the seventh floor of the garage. They did as they were told and left the keys in the ignition and the ticket on the dash. They then rode the elevator up four floors and got off. In front of the elevator door was a long black limousine. The windows were all blacked out and they could not see inside the car at all. The car just sat there idling for a moment. Then a rear door opened by itself and that sensuous voice commanded them to get in. After a moment's hesitation they did. The door closed and the car began to glide away. They quickly realized that they could not see the driver as the glass partition was also blacked out. They also could not see out and there were no door handles or window controls. They were essentially trapped in the limo and had no choice but to settle back into the very comfortable seats and enjoy their ride. Neither had much to say as they cruised along through the city. At last the car slowed to a stop and the door popped open. "Get Out," the voice ordered. "You will be prepared and costumed here and then I will return for you." They exited the car and found themselves inside some kind of building. The car glided silently off, leaving them standing in front of two doors. One of the doors said Jean on it and the other said Jack. They looked at each other for a moment in silence and then it was Jean who started things off. "Well, here goes," she said with a kind of a twitter in her voice. She opened the door and walked through. It closed behind her, leaving Jack momentarily alone. He tried to open her door again to see where she was going but it was now locked. He stood in place for just a few moments unsure of what he should do. Then he made that one fateful decision that would lead to all the others he would be forced to make. He reached out and opened the door bearing his own name. He looked inside but could see nothing. Only darkness. Slowly he walked through the door and let it swing closed behind him. He heard a sharp click and when he turned back he found the door was tightly locked and there were no handles. He stood alone in the dark for a moment and then as his eyes adjusted he could just barely see the outline of another door ahead of him. He thought he could hear soft, gentle music playing but it was so low in volume he could have been imagining it. He walked gingerly towards the door and when he came close to it, it swung open. He found himself staring into what looked like the hair salon where Jean sometimes took him to get a hair cut while she enjoyed herself at what she called a "spa". Only this salon had just one chair, a large, very plush leather creation with large arm rests and some kind of a foot bath. Several very beautiful young women in extremely brief and low cut dresses stood as if waiting for him. "Come in, Jack," one of them said smiling. "We've been expecting you. We have a full day of fun ready for you. Just hop up here in the chair and we'll get started." Then she smiled even wider and asked him to please remove his shoes and socks first, so he could put his feet in the warm bath to soak. This was definitely not what he was expecting, but he figured, "Why not?" After all, these were definitely gorgeous women, and if they wanted to do his hair in such a fantastic setting, he was certainly game. Quickly he found his way into the chair, barefoot. He dipped his toe into the foot bath and found it to be just the right temperature. As soon as he was settled into place, one of the girls began to massage his scalp, preparing it for a good shampoo, she told him. As she rubbed his head he felt himself totally relaxing. Already his eyes were closed and he never saw the plastic cup that another girl brought over and quickly pressed down over his nose and mouth. His eyes flew open and he took in a deep breath in surprise. He never felt himself breath out. The drugs administered by the air flow were that strong. He was unconscious before his second breath. When Jack awoke, he had a feeling that he had been asleep for several hours. His head felt funny, sort of extra heavy in the back. His skin felt like it was covered with something and he felt a slight stinging sensation in his cheeks and along his neck. He was lying tilted back and staring up directly into the eyes of one of the girls. She laughed as she saw his eyes open and said, "Oh, look girls. He's awake at last. He's about to rejoin us. Come see his surprise when he sees how beautiful we have made him." He sat bolt upright and looked around him. Nothing seemed to have changed, but he certainly felt different. He felt the chair spin around until he was facing the large wall mirror and what he saw staring back at him was nothing short of amazing. There in the mirror was the face of a gorgeous blonde woman. Her long blonde hair cascaded about her head, framing her face and falling well below her shoulders. Her eyes were round and completely lined in dark black. It gave her a wide, eyed and very sultry look. As he stared, more details became apparent. The eyebrows were highly arched and very dainty. The eyes were made up in several shades of blue and purple and were very exotic. High cheekbones were highlighted in red. puffed lips were painted in a tulip shape and a bright cherry red. He sat mesmerized for a while and then he said, "What? How? Why? Is that me? What have you done to me?" This last was nearly a shout as he started to raise himself out of the chair. That was when he saw his hands and then his feet. His toes were painted the same cherry red color as his lips and his hands had talons at least two inches long. The nails were perfectly shaped and his fingernails matched his toenails in color. He slumped back into the chair as the women began to explain. They worked for a company called Phantasy Phullphillment Unlimited. It was a sort of real life "Fantasy Island" and someone had paid for a special fantasy for Jack and Jean. He had just finished the first part of his preparation for the fantasy and he could back out now if wanted to, just by walking out a door they pointed out to him. Of course, he was in a strange and rather rough part of town, he had no money, no identification, no means of getting home and he was a rather startling sight. Then there was the matter that he had no idea where Jean was and whether or not she would continue with the fantasy without him. They also explained that his hair had been first bleached and then dyed its honey blonde color and a hair weave had added the extensions. They would have to be cut out to be removed, so he was going to have that 'come fuck me' hair style for a while. His facial make up was a new semi-permanent product that could only be removed by a special solvent. They did not have any of the solvent in the shop. His lips had been injected with collagen and would stay puffed up for a few days and his lipstick was also semi-permanent. His nails were acrylic and very difficult to remove and the polish was pretty much indelible and impervious to nail polish remover. He would have to wait for the nails to grow out so he could trim them off a bit at a time. Jack sat in the chair ranting and raving for some time, but he finally calmed down and realized he really did not have any options. Leaving was not going to be something he would do. He really had little choice except to continue. He did vow to get even with whom ever had gotten him into this fix, however. He was told to open the next door and to present himself for the next part of his preparation. Again when he opened the door, he saw only darkness. He entered and the door closed behind him. Shortly thereafter, as his eyes adjusted he could see the outline of another door. Once more he walked towards it and it opened as he approached. This time he saw what looked like a clinical room. It was all in white with a leather covered table in the center. The table was a stark black and had a paper cover like a doctor's examination table. Several scantily clad women in nurse's costumes were busy at various places in the room. One of them turned to him and welcomed him by name. "Please remove your clothes and then lie face down on the table," she said in a sultry voice. "The doctor will be right with you." When he hesitated she smiled. "You don't have to be embarrassed," she intoned. "We are all professionals and we see naked men and women every day. If it will help, we promise not to look until you are lying down on the table. That should help preserve your modesty." After a few more minutes hesitation, Jack began to disrobe. When he was naked, his clothes lying in a pile on a chair, he quickly made his way over to the table, hoisted himself up on it and lay down. He felt a little better when one of the nurses draped a towel over his rear end. He discovered there was a padded place for his forehead and an opening in the table for his face. It was much like a massage table in fact. Two nurses took hold of his ankles and he felt cuffs being attached. His legs were now fastened to two table extensions that were pulled out of the end of the table. Before he could object the nurse told him that the next procedures required him to lie perfectly still and the cuffs would help. Similar extensions were pulled from the top of the table and his arms were quickly pulled up over his head and cuffs attached to his wrists. He was now securely fastened to the table and unable to lift himself up. He turned red when the towel was removed and one nurse observed that he had cute buns. "This next part is going to hurt a bit," she said, "but it's nothing that a real woman does not go through, so I think you will survive." With that they began to trowel hot wax on his arms, legs and back. When it had cooled they pulled it off, accompanied by his cries and whimpers as his body hair went along with it. Worst of all was when they did his rear cheeks, even pulling them apart and dealing with the crack. They rubbed a soothing cream into his skin when they had finished. He was lying almost in shock from the waxing and reveling in the massage and cooling, soothing lotion when they unfastened his cuffs, rolled him over and re-fastened him, now face up. He did not begin to struggle until it was too late and he was once again unable to free himself. He saw the women approaching him with the hot pots and spatulas and this time he knew what was going to happen. That only made it worse. They did his arms, legs and chest, removing the last traces of his body hair. One of them then leaned over his face, looking down into his teary eyes. "Ready, honey?" she smirked. "This part is really fun, at least for us." That was when he realized they intended to do his entire body. First came the armpits, which engendered much screaming on his part. The sadistic one then put on a pair of rubber gloves and held his penis up out of the way while they did his groin. That was a form of hell he had never even contemplated. "All finished with that part," his head tormentress announced. "Believe me, when this is all over, you will be very happy that your hair is temporarily gone. It will be so much less painful when the appliances are removed." All he could think of at that moment was his pain. The term appliances never even registered. When it did, all he could do was think of ovens and dishwashers and clothes washers. Appliances? What ever could they be talking about? He soon found out. They told him it was now time for his body molding. First they sprayed some kind of a solvent and then glue on his chest. The solvent was to remove any residual body oils and make his skin dry and receptive to the glue. Then they showed him what he would soon be wearing. The device looked like a blob of gelatin at first. It was the same color as his skin and seemed to be soft and moldable. They showed him the bottom first. It was flat and covered with tiny nodules which they described as sensory transmitters. In the center was a small cup which could be pulled out like a rubber band. One of them pulled the cup out and placed it over his nipple. He could feel the cup shrink when another girl pointed a hair dryer at it. Soon it was firmly attached to his nipple. They then let it retract and they pushed the glob down onto his chest. One of them held it in place while the glue dried. The process was repeated on the other side of his chest. He now felt like a couple of sandbags had been placed on his chest. While he could not see exactly what was happening he had a pretty good idea by now. More glue came next, and he was told that successive layers of tissue would be rolled down from the prostheses onto his skin. Each layer would be thinner than the layer before and would extend a little bit further out onto his skin. By the time the final layer was in place, no one would be able to see the point where the tissue met his skin. A mirror showed him the results of their work. He now sported two large boobs. Even laying down they looked huge. They quickly showed him how they worked. A fingernail run up the underside sent shivers up his spine. A tongue across the top made his male organ jump to attention. A pinch on the nipple not only made the thing grow to a nodule over an inch long it made his own sensitive nipple harden. This was all the result of the sensory nodules that transmitted the touch to the surface of the prosthesis to his own nerve endings. He heard the women discussing his new appendages. "Are you certain they said maximum settings?" she asked. "Absolutely," another one answered. "Well, I'm sure glad I'm not wearing those things," chimed in another. "My own are sensitive enough and I'm told maximum sensitivity is about ten times the norm. At that level, a gentle breeze would be enough to make me wet my panties with desire." "Leave them at the current minimal levels," the head woman said. "We'll have enough trouble with the next item as it is. No sense making things any harder than we need to, no pun intended," she laughed. They then went to work on his crotch. One of them took his balls and began to squeeze them. As he groaned he felt his testicles snap back up into his body cavity. His now deflated cock was pulled back between his legs and glued into place. More spray glue and his empty ball sacs were wrapped over the penis, trapping everything in place. He was told he could still urinate, but he would have to sit down to do it. Erections would be impossible and any attempt to have one would be intensely painful. Over his crotch now went an artificial vagina. They called this a fake pussy and said it would accept up to six inches of hard driving meat. It was self lubricating and they had filled its reservoirs with lots of real pussy juice. Lastly came what they referred to as his pussy rug. This was a covering of hair in a heart shape which went over and around his new treasure cave, as they called the horrid thing. A mirror showed him just how real it all looked. They sprayed his hips and hip pads, similar to his chest additions, were attached. Again he could feel a hand on them, just as if it were on his own skin. Another turn over and he felt things being glued to his rear cheeks. "Seems almost a shame to build up those cute buns," one said. "Yes," another replied, "but that is what was requested. Any more, though, and we'd have to change her name to bubble butt." Jack cringed at this conversation. He was extremely embarrassed anyway and now he was turning bright red and these women discussed his new womanly attributes. They let him up now and pointed him towards the next door. "You're all ready for costuming now, honey," one said. "If I were you I'd get my cute little ass in there and into some clothes before I got raped by a passing male." "Oh!" the head lady said. "Just one second. Hold him girls." Two of the girls grabbed his arms and held him while she pointed a remote control at him. He felt his breasts tingle. She lowered it to his crotch and again he felt a tingle. They turned him slowly as she zapped each of his thighs and his rear end. "There," she said laughingly. "Maximum sensitivity. I almost feel sorry for you girlie." He looked at her mystified until she said, "Show him what I mean girls." The two women holding him let go of his arms but what they did next was much worse. One ran her fingernail up over a breast and the other cupped his ass cheek. He squealed in surprise and then doubled over in pain. When he regained his composure they explained. His attachments had been set to maximum response. Any little sensation would be magnified and sent to his own nerve endings. All of the sensual messages would be ultimately transmitted to his own sexual organs which would then try to become erect. That in turn would activate the secretion devices in his artificial pussy. After just a few seconds of stimulation his crotch would be dripping wet. Since they had added special pheromes to the storehouse of lubricant he would be secreting, he would also smell like a whore in heat to any passing male. They all laughed at this and at his attempts to hide his new curves as he scampered through the door. He didn't even slow down this time. He knew a door would be at the end of the hall and it would open for him. It was and it did. He almost fell into a plush dressing room full of women and costumes. "Ah, Jackie, darling," one of them gushed. "It's about time you got here. We'll have to hurry and get you dressed or you will be late for your first date." With that they began the process of getting him into his costume. It started with a black lace bra which had open cups to allow his nipples to poke through. It clasped in the back and he needed some help in getting it on and getting his huge boobs nestled into place. Next came a black lace thong called a "hanky panky." This was so small it hid nothing. His crotch was partially covered by a lace panel which narrowed to a piece of string as it pass behind him and up to his waist again. A black garter belt was cinched around his waist. This had six garters hanging down, three to each leg. Nude nylons were rolled up each leg. They had sandal foot toes to show off his pretty toenails. At the heel was a black patch that narrowed to a coal black seam that ran all the way up his leg to the welt at mid thigh. He was told they were called "Cuban" heels and would call attention to his shapely legs. At the top they were fastened to the six garters and everything was pulled up tight. An angora sweater in a pale pink color was pulled over his head and down into place. He realized the soft fleecy wool was very sexy and that the sweater was at least two sizes two small for his massive chest. Each boob was outlined with the hard nipple clearly showing through a circle of black that showed through the sweater. White Capri pants were pulled up his legs and zipped closed. It took two of the women to pull the pants together and get the zipper all the way up. When they were finished the pants looked like they had been spray painted on. Again, you could clearly see the black of his underwear and the garter straps under the indecently tight pants. A pair of high heel sandals were strapped to his feet. These were also white, and had black scuff marks in a couple places on the white patent. Straps went across each foot just behind the toes and around each ankle before buckling at the side. The heels were sculpted and about six inches high, putting him up on the ball of each foot. The style of shoe displayed his entire foot and gave him no support at all, especially at the ankle. Walking in these very painful devices would be a monumental task that would require his most careful attention. He did not realize it yet, but the height of the heels would force him to take small dainty steps and would force his hips to sway up and down and back forth seductively with each step. He could not see what he looked like until he turned and saw what he thought was a reflection in a mirror. He looked like a cheap piece of trash from a nearby trailer park. Then he realized the reflection was moving. It was coming towards him and trying to say something that he could not quite hear. All he could focus on was how everything about the image was moving and practically screaming, "Come fuck me!". The hips swivelled back and forth, the huge tits bobbed up and down in the tight sweater and the black underwear clearly showed through the tight, white garments. All of this was accentuated by the glossy red lips and flashes of red fingernail and toenail as the image undulated its way towards him. Somehow he came to realize it was his wife that he was seeing. But this wife looked exactly like he imagined he himself had looked just a moment before. He could hear her voice as she mouthed words to him, but in his shock, nothing seemed to make sense. Then, suddenly, two men appeared and began shepherding them both through a set of double doors and back out into the darkened garage where the ubiquitous limo was waiting. They were quickly herded into the rear of the car and the doors were shut. The limo quietly headed out again as they were whisked along on their weird adventure. That low sensuous voice from the front began to explain. It was repeating much of what his wife had said just moments before, but now it began to penetrate his foggy brain and things began to make some kind of horrible sense. "Your wife contacted us about a very special fantasy for this Halloween. We agreed that we could provide most of what she wanted, but it would be very expensive. As I'm sure you can recognize, just the preparations alone have cost a good deal of money, and there is more yet to come. Your wife said she did not have enough money to pay for the fantasy after all, but she jumped at the chance to earn the fee by way of some services she could provide to us. "In short, your wife sold herself to us to be used in someone else's fantasy for a few hours. By doing so, she will earn the fee for your fantasy and that will follow immediately upon the completion of the first fantasy. "Oddly enough, the two fantasies dovetailed together nicely, in an odd sort of way. That means that you will both be intimately involved in both fantasies." By now they had arrived at a rather plush looking establishment in a part of town neither had ever visited. It looked like a very upscale nightclub, which it was. Inside they would find a dining room, a bar, a dance floor and several private rooms. Television screens were everywhere, mostly large flat screen models, and all were showing various porno movies. At least Jean and Jack thought they were porno movies. The club had only a very small and discrete sign at the entrance. The sign read "Rage" and beneath it in small letters was the warning: "A private club for the very open minded. If you are easily offended by open and graphic displays of fetish behavior and sex, stay out!" It was into this atmosphere that Jack and Jean were escorted by two muscular black men in fancy suits. They were taken to the bar and forced to stand facing the mirror behind the bar with one man seated on a stool on either side of them. A strong leather band was wrapped around each "girl's" arms and quickly cinched tight. This pulled their elbows back behind them until they touched. This in turn forced them to stand upright and to arch their back's pushing their magnificent chests out to full display. Before they could argue, the two men began to talk. "Our fantasy was to have a wife who was forced to serve as a prostitute for us while her husband was forced to perform the same services she was providing. He would be performing right beside her knowing she was getting a sexual thrill out of knowing he was doing the same things she was doing." One of them grabbed his wife by the hair and pulled her head back until her mouth popped open.. He then emptied the contents of a vial into her open throat and forced her to swallow. "Just some special juice to make the game more interesting. That stuff will make your wife very susceptible to suggestion for the next couple of hours. Whatever she is told to do, she'll do. She'll do it with enthusiasm, loving every minute of it. You will be doing the same things, only you probably won't enjoy it so much. You will work hard at being as good as your wife, however, because if you don't we'll just let your "date" know all about you. Finding out that you are not a true blue girl will set him off for sure and you will be lucky to get out in one piece." The two men then turned away from the two helpless women, ignoring them. They ordered a drink and then began to negotiate with two newcomers to the bar. Because of the noise level in the bar, Jack could not hear what was being said and his attention began to shift to what was going on around him. The patrons of the bar seemed to favor black as their color of choice for clothing, although many of them seemed to be wearing very little. Jack realized this was a Goth bar and judging by the attire of the people around him, it also had an S&M theme underlying that. He saw lots of people in various leather costumes and even a few being led around on leashes. He began to notice the various television screens which were showing what seemed to be music videos, although every once in a while one of the screens would shift to a one camera shot of some sort of room. The room contained a bed and several bondage devices, a cage and a red colored wall with various hooks and rings mounted all over it. The patrons in the club would often cluster about that one very large screen and cheer loudly when a couple or a small group of people would enter the room and appear on the screen. What happened next would vary, but it almost always culminated in some form of sex. At some point, Jack realized this was not a video but an actual live telecast. Jack's attention was suddenly jerked back to his immediate surroundings when he saw money beginning to change hands. It was then that he realized he and his wife had been sold. At that point all he heard was "anything you want. Just tell her what you want her to do." Jack and Jean were each taken by one restrained arm and walked away from the bar by the two men who had just paid for their services. They were headed towards a discrete door near the end of the bar where a very large and very muscular bouncer stood guard. "Jason sent us," one of the men spoke softly. "We are renting the red room for a while." The bouncer smiled and opened the door. As the two women were ushered inside Jack realized the room he was entering was the one he had seen on the television screen. As the door closed behind the two couples, he realized where he was and that the cheering he heard was the patrons who would now be watching what ever was about to happen. "On your knees, bitch," Jack heard one captor order. Jean promptly fell to her knees. Jack hesitated as he stared in amazement and then he too, dropped to his knees. He had never seen his wife, his so very independent wife, take orders from anyone before. He realized, however, that he had better emulate her if he wanted to get out of this unharmed. The two men now stood side by side facing the two kneeling women. The snick of two zippers being lowered was all Jack could hear over the pounding in his head. "Open wide, honey," one man ordered as the two cocks were taken out. Two mouths opened and two sets of ruby lips closed about two dicks as the meat was fed into the waiting caverns. Each girl set to work to please the man who had paid for her. Jean was very enthusiastic as she began to work away on her cock. Her head bobbed up and down as she gave the shaft every ounce of pleasure she could devise. Next to her, Jack was doing all he could to keep from gagging. He was mimicking his wife's actions but he was appalled and disgusted to be giving a blow job to some man. Almost as bad was the knowledge that the people in the bar were watching and probably cheering them on. People he would soon have to face again, when he had finished with this particular form of degradation. At last the two cocks began to speed up their piston action as two pairs of hips began to buck back and forth, adding to the depth and speed of penetration of each cock down each willing and unwilling throat. Almost in unison two pairs of hands reached between two heads and pulled them tightly against two straining crotches. Both women were forced to take a cock deep into her throat and suffer while it was held in place, spurting cum down each throat. Each was forced to swallow the entire offering before they were released and allowed to fall back, gasping for air when they could once again breathe. The two men put their tools away and each grabbed an arm and lifted the two women back to their high heeled feet. They were then quickly escorted back through the door, past the gloating bouncer and back to the bar where their two black pimps stood. "Good work, girls," they were told. "That performance should generate a lot more business." The two girls were forced to remain standing at the bar as their "owners" began to make another deal to sell their talents. While they stood in place Jean whispered to Jack, "I'm so sorry to have gotten us into this mess. I only wish I did not get so horny watching you doing the same thing I was doing. I thought I would cum in my panties when he put his long cock between your beautiful lips. I did have a mini-orgasm when I heard you choking as he came. I could feel every thrust and every spurt in my own mouth and I knew you were feeling the same sensations that I was. It really turned me on." Before Jack could reply their owners announced that they had struck a deal and that their next two clients were ready to go. "You're going to love this," was all they said to Jean. Jack already knew these words would seal his fate. His wife would do what ever she was ordered to do and now she would really get turned on by it. She would truly love it, as she had been ordered to do. With that, Jack and Jean were given to two more men who escorted them in the direction of the door on their way to their next show and Jack's next demonstration of degradation. As they walked each man put his hand on an ass and began to squeeze the bouncing globes, caressing the tightly packaged flesh. Fingers brushed up against very private places and the patrons began to cheer them on even before they reached the end of the bar. This time when they were taken to the red room they were each led over to what appeared to be some kind of a padded horizontal bar. The bars were about six feet apart and parallel to each other. They were just about waist high. Jack watched as Jean was placed up against one of the bars, facing it. Her legs were spread about shoulder width apart and ankle cuffs which were attached to the floor were fastened about each ankle to hold her in place. Jack was then fastened to the other bar in the same manner. He wound up facing his wife. Each of them was then forced to bend over at the waist and two metal rods were placed along each side of their heads. The poles had straps that allowed them to be fastened to their arms. The result was to force them to remain in this bent over position, unable to raise or lower their upper torsos. Strange clamping devices were then placed on the poles and clamped tight to the poles. There were two of these and one was behind each of their heads. A leather strap went around Jack's forehead and forced him to raise his head until he felt the tendons in his neck stretch to the maximum. He was now forced to look straight ahead and to watch as Jean's head was similarly winched up into place. They wound up staring at each other. "You are going to love this next part, baby," were the only words Jack heard. They were fateful words indeed, as he realized that in Jean's drug induced state, she would take them literally. He could actually see the desire begin to build in her eyes as her zipper was opened and the tight pants peeled back from her tautly stressed rear end and pulled partially down her shapely legs. Then a set of male hands began to caress her bare ass globes. Similar desire seemed to inflame him as he felt the same thing happen to him, but not from any desire on his part. He remembered the remarks about his appliances being set to maximum sensitivity as shivers ran up and down his body as his nylon covered legs and bare ass cheeks were stroked and caressed. He nearly screamed in pleasure as two hands reached around and cupped his hanging breasts. Even he could smell the dew that was pouring out of his fake pussy as his crotch quickly became soaked with what seemed to be love juice. These guys knew he was as ready as his wife, even though he knew he would have to pretend he was enjoying what was about to happen in order to satisfy his own customer in the way his wife was reacting. "It really excites you to watch your sister get fucked, doesn't it?" foreshadowed not only Jack's future but also that he was going to watch Jean reach new levels of sexual desire as she watched him being taken. He, in turn would have to watch his wife orgasm on someone else's cock. He felt the strap of his thong being pulled aside and heard his wife's moan of sexual excitement as he watched her vagina being similarly exposed. Together they experienced the feeling of being impaled as the two men proceeded to take them simultaneously. Slowly the two cocks began to piston in and out as the two women began to react to the public fucking. Jean on one hand began to pant, to thrust her hips as best she could in a tide of rising passion. Jack could only fake his responses, mirroring as best he could the actions of his wife. "Please! Oh, God please fuck me deeper and harder. I want you to cum deep inside of me. I want you to bury your self in me over and over until I scream with passion!" Those were the words Jack heard Jean gasp out as her breath came faster and faster. Those were the words he repeated as he felt the invader deep inside his fake pussy seem to expand and then explode inside of him. When it was over, jack expected to be released again to return to the bar. Instead, two more men came into the room to replace the two who had just left. They each took their place behind one of the women. "I'm told you don't like back door work," one of them said. "You think taking a cock up your pretty little ass is too much like rape." Jack shuddered as he realized what this meant. They were both going to be fucked in the ass. Neither was going to like it and that very dislike was what was going to fuel these two guys. That and the pain the two were going to experience. For the first time, Jean was going to experience exactly what Jack was going to feel. Even worse, these two had apparently paid enough money to turn this into an S&M session as well. Jack was forced to watch as his wife was whipped, first with a flogger and then with a strap. She was whipped until she was screaming and pleading for them to stop. When they did they started on Jack. This time they chose not to do the two women at the same time. Jack's whipping went on until he at last uttered the words they had ordered him to say to get them to stop. "Please ass fuck my wi sister," he sobbed. "I want to watch you stick it up her cute little ass until you are buried in her. Then fuck her as hard as you can." He sobbed as he forced the words out, but he could not stand another blow from the razor strap that was raising blisters on his unprotected rear end. True to their word, one of the men took out his tool and rammed it deep into his wife's ass. She screamed as she looked deeply into his eyes and was forced to endure the rape. When the guy reached orgasm, he withdrew and then picked up the strap. There was no doubt what was going to happen next. He began to beat Jean's violated rear end until she too was forced to scream out the very same words jack had used. She then was treated to watching her husband go through the same experience she had endured. There was one difference this time however. As the huge cock forced its way into Jack's virgin hole he heard the other man say, "You really do love to watch your sister get it up the ass don't' you?" "Oh God!" he thought. Jean was soon going to be dripping wet with desire as she watched his violation. What would she blurt out in her state of excitement. As he felt the slowly increasing speed of penetration in his aching rear he saw that flame building in her eyes again. As the cock began to swell inside of him he heard her breath began to pant. As the stud bottomed out and a pair of balls pressed up against his ass crack he heard her begin to plead to be taken. As the cock exploded, driving spurt after spurt of cum up into his most private of places he heard her voice cry out, "Yes. Oh yes! Fill her up with your cum. Give her all you've got. She deserves it." Now the two were alone, still in their bondage pose and staring into each other's eyes. Neither dared say anything as they both knew their words would be heard throughout the bar. Both also knew that Jean's obvious excitement from having watch what had just happened was also totally obvious to the camera that recorded their every moment. Jack did not see how things could get much worse and he clung to the very faint hope that they really were expected to be at a Halloween Party at 9:00PM. This whole nightmare had started at 5:00PM and surely it had to be nearly at an end. As it turned out, he was right. It was now almost 8:00PM and they were about to experience their last sale of the night. Two couples entered the room and began to release Jack and Jean from their bondage. When they were at last free they were led over to the bed and placed on it in a sixty-nine position. "Let's see some lezzy action," one man said. "You two sisters are supposed to be hot for each other." That was all it took. Jean's head plunged between his thighs and she began to work away on his fake vagina. He had no choice but to emulate her actions and go to work sucking on her clit. What could be worse, he thought, than cleaning another man's dried cum out of his wife's pussy? He was about to find out the answer to that question. Shortly, he felt two more bodies on the bed. One of the women was lying on her back on each side of them. While Jack and Jean worked away on each other, the two men climbed on board and began to screw their companions. Jean was obviously responding to his tongue plus the suggestion from the man. At the same time, he could not help reacting to her ministrations. Her tongue kept massaging his trapped cock and while he could not become erect, he could indeed become excited. The two men each reached their respective climaxes and Jack and Jean were then redirected in their pussy lapping exercises. Jack soon found out what was worse. Now he was lapping another man's cum from the wet smelly pussy of a strange woman. They were directed to keep up the action until the two women were ready to go again. Then the two women turned over, spread their legs and offered their little rosebuds for attention. Jack and Jean went to work on these two new apertures. Jean because she was told to and Jack because he had to do what Jean did. After a while they were pulled away from their work to kneel on the bed and watch as the two men inserted their once again hardened cocks into the waiting receptacles. When they came this time both women were crying out in passion but they just remained in place when the two men slid out for the last time. Jack and Jean were given the men's tools to suck clean and then pushed back down between the women's legs to finish off their duties. When, at last, Jean and Jack were led from the room it was to the cheers of those who had been watching their antics. Their two owners guided them to the door of the bar and to the waiting limo. As they were loaded into the back, one of the men spoke to the driver. "That was a great fantasy. These two were absolutely perfect. We would love to use them again in a future fantasy if they are available." "No way," Jack thought. If he ever got free he would never get involved in anything like this again. The two exhausted people, covered in cum and sore from taking hard driving cocks in every available hole were too exhausted to even think as they collapsed into the limo's seats. They were so numb they just followed orders blindly by now, moving where they were directed. They paid no attention as the limo sped off to a new destination. This time when they arrived it was at a mansion that did indeed appear to be on a large lot in an older part of the city. It was almost an estate and had a high privacy hedge and a gated driveway. They were ushered inside and taken to a suite of rooms with what could only be called a sybaritic shower. They were stripped naked and allowed to shower. Jack found himself becoming physically excited as he soaped his own breasts but when Jean started to do it for him he really went over the top. Gently they washed each other clean, taking a lot of time to kiss and nuzzle as they began to recover. When they were finished and dried off, they were confronted by the two men from Phantasy Phullphillment. "Well, you have paid off your fees, so now it's time for us to fulfill our end of the bargain," one said. "We can't really provide you with what your wife requested, but we can come close. And in a way, I guess we are giving you what she asked for." Jack looked at Jean quizzically. "Now what?" he thought. Before he could voice his question Jean was taken from the room. He was gripped tightly by two very strong men who cuffed his hands behind him. A strange set of clamps were inserted into his mouth and tightened down on his teeth. They held his mouth open but not widely stretched. Two plugs were driven up his nose, forcing him to breathe through his mouth. When Jean was returned he was turned to face her and a strange looking device was brought out and put between them. It looked like some kind of weird candelabra at first. It began with a central pole that extended down to the floor and had an extension joint at about knee height. The pole extended up to just about chin height. At slightly above waist level, two extensions left the pole, each with two curved vertical posts. These extensions were opposite each other. As the two studied the pole, the significance of some of the parts became clear to each at the same time. They started to struggle but to no avail. Each was held tightly in place by two men. Other people then began to fit the two onto the device. First the lower pole was shortened by allowing the telescope portion to slid into itself. The pole was lowered until the two extensions could be thrust between their legs. The four vertical posts were now easily identified as dildoes and when the pole was raised, the intruders were driven deeply into the four waiting receptacles. At least this time they were lubricated first. The devices were not painful by themselves, but they did fill each captive up, even after all of the activity earlier in the evening. When the dildoes were firmly seated as deeply as they would go, the central pole was extended to rest on the floor. A section was added at waist level which consisted of a circular clamp that was fastened tightly to the central pole. Attached to the clamp were two steel boned, black and red satin, wasp waisted corsets. One was pulled around each waist and then laced down until the edges met in back. This drew both Jack and Jean up straight and curved their backs in, forcing them closer together. It also made each of them breath in shallow gasps due to the extreme waist reduction. The corsets had no breast cups, but did come up slightly beneath their boobs, lifting them up slightly and, along with the forced curvature of their spines, bringing them close together. Before anything was added, John had to watch as his wife's pretty head was tilted first to one side and then the other as molten wax was poured into each ear. When the wax dried, she was rendered deaf, unable to hear any sounds at all. The last piece of hardware to be fastened to the pole was at the top. It consisted of a clamp similar to the waist clamp, but with different attachments. On Jean's side, there was a neck corset that just held her head up and kept it from turning from side to side. On John's side, it was a bit more complicated. His neck corset also held his head up but there was an additional piece that ran up the back of his head and partially surrounded his head. Together with a forehead strap this device held his head in an immovable position, staring straight ahead. Their hands were brought together, his left and her right on one side and a similar arrangement on the other. The hands were placed palm to palm and their fingers were intertwined and curved over the back of the opposing hand. A leather glove which ended in a pod was pulled up each set of arms and laced tightly into place. The result was that their arms were tightly welded together. Each could feel the other as they tried to flex sore muscles or move their fingers. There was no way either was going to free themselves from this bondage. Stockings were drawn up each leg and fastened tightly to garters hanging down from the corsets imprisoning their waists. Then their feet were forced into impossible arches so that top of his left foot rested against the top of her right foot and the toes pointed straight downwards. A pair of ballet style patent leather boots were placed on their feet and laced up to above the knee. A double clamp pole with a center clamp went around each pair of ankles. The center clamp was fastened tightly to the central pole, which had been shortened just enough to allow it to pass through the clamp. The two now stood facing each other each staring into a pair of frightened eyes. As a final touch, double clamps were clipped to their nipples. If either moved, the other would experience unbearable torment as the clamps tightened around already sensitive nipples. "All right, Turn her on!" came the first command. Jack could feel a slight vibration near his genital area but Jean suddenly stiffened and began to moan. Soon he could feel her entire body begin to vibrate as she was driven closer and closer to an orgasm. He was forced to stand helpless as he felt every nerve in her body go tense and she began to whisper her song of lust. "Oh God. Oh, yes. Oh my God!" she screamed as she tried to grind her crotch against him. Over and over she kept moaning until at last she pressed her lips to his and drove her tongue for his tonsils. She was plastered to him, draining him with her desire when she finally came. He was forced to respond to her as he could not breathe with her lips sealing his. His body strained as if in the throes of orgasm while he struggled to get enough breath to live. As she spasmed into completion he felt liquid being squirted up into him from the dildo invading his rear entrance. As she settled back down to merely gasping for breath he saw one of the men appear. He grabbed her hair and pulled her back. A vial of liquid was poured into her gasping mouth and she was forced to swallow all of it. "It's that new drug they are experimenting with up in Seattle, he said. It is a sort of Viagra for women and it will soon be released to the general public. We figure that dose should get her little motor running and keep it going at top speed for about five more hours." Then he was told, his wife had asked for a fantasy where he experienced everything she did for an evening. They could not actually bring him the repetitive orgasms of a woman all night long, they could make him "experience" them. His wife could not hear as they told him the juice that shot into him each time she came was a special hormone mix called hot girl juice. It would take a bit of time, but preliminary test results had shown that anyone who got enough of the mixture would develop into a very busty woman. They figured about six doses would be enough to convert him and keep him in a womanly shape for at least a couple of months. At the present level of his wife's libido, he should expect to get about four doses an hour for the five hours they would be experiencing her orgasms together. Jack tried to convey to Jean that she must stop, but it was hopeless. She could not hear him and even if she could have she could not stop the insidious vibrations down below that were driving her up the pole of excitement again and again. As he was forced to stand in place, he could feel her toes curl, her fingers tightened against his hands, her crotch begin to grind and her breath quicken. Her soft mewling and sudden cries of "Oh! Oh God! Not again. Please not again! Oh! I'm coming!" as she pressed her lips to his and drove her tongue down his throat in an effort to push herself over the edge told him another explosion was on its way. Another explosion that would sentence to him to an even longer stay in panties and bras, satins and high heels. As he struggled to breathe only one thought kept creeping into his head. How would he earn a living if he looked like a sex bomb of a woman for six months? He could not go back to work. As he faded into darkness from the latest assault by his amorous wife the final words of their recent owners played over and over in his head.