Collateral Damage - Halloween Story

"Do you recognize any of the customers?" he asked.

"N... no... I guess not," she said shakily, "but it's by invitation only tonight."

The airman took a deep drag on his cigarette and held up his invitation. "Do you know what one of these invitations cost?" he asked.

She looked back at him blankly and he gave her a very strange smile. "Your soul," he said quietly.

Or at least that is what she thought he said. It was hard to be sure because as he was speaking, Hector had again come to the center of the stage and was bellowing out, "Are you all having a Hell of a Time?"

Once again, a thunderous "Hell, yes!" answered him.

"Then let's go deeper into Hell!" he screamed back. "It's time for round three!"

The stage hands began carrying what looked like small divans onto the stage. They appeared to be rather worn, but still looked very soft. After four divans were placed across the front of the stage, four naked women walked onto the stage.

Three of the four were bare between their legs. The fourth sported a huge bush of fiery red hair. As they walked onto the stage, all four of the women displayed that jaded look that comes from years of using your body for the entertainment of others. Their faces formed identical plastic smiles as they turned toward the audience and sat down on the divans.

The divans were arranged so that the short side of the backless couch was facing the audience. That allowed the women to lay back and spread their legs with their crotches right at the edge of the divan. They each did so, and the crowd roared its approval.

"We have four desperate contestants still active in our little contest," yelled Hector. He laughed slightly and said loudly, "We have already established that they are pretty good cocksuckers. Let's see how good they are at cunt lapping!"

He clapped his hands loudly and said, "Dolores... Sandy... Vicki... Candi... get your asses out here!" He laughed again and said, "Or maybe I should have said get your tongues out here."

The four women filed slowly out to the front of the stage and knelt in front of the divans. "Obviously," Hector said with a smile, "speed is not the primary object here. For a woman, the journey is as important as the ending, no matter how happy it might be. The judges will primarily be evaluating the quality of the orgasm and the overall pleasure that the woman appears to receive."

"Are the judges ready?" he asked.

A chorus of grunts and yeahs came from the judges' table.

"Then begin," Hector yelled.

Vicki raised her head slightly and began running her tongue along the abdomen of the woman in front of her. The other three went directly for the slit, slurping and lapping noisily.

Dolores had the woman with the hairy bush. It was obvious that the thick hair was creating problems for her. Several times she pulled her head up as if she were choking, but quickly dove back between the redhead's legs.

Candi seemed to be concentrating on her woman's clit. She was suckling as if it were a breast and the woman was responding with ever increasing cries of "Oh, oh, oh, oh..." Suddenly the woman's legs began thrashing and Candi pressed in even tighter. She was now running her tongue up the entire length of the woman's cunt as if it were a large lollipop. After just a few moments of that fevered lapping, the woman screamed out loudly and wrapped her legs around Candi's head. After several more short screams and grunts she fell back against the divan, panting heavily. Candi stood slowly and walked back to her chair.

The woman that Sandy was pleasuring was beginning to groan loudly. Sandy seemed to be trying to see how deeply into the woman's cunt she could drive her tongue. The groans were slowly morphing into cries of pleasure and the woman's hands were now on Sandy's head, pulling it tighter to her body.

The woman's cries were now, "Ah, ah, ah, ah..." and were in time with the thrusts of Sandy's head and tongue. Suddenly Sandy shoved upward on the woman's thighs pushing her legs over her chest. The tongue that had been thrusting deeply into the woman's cunt now zeroed in on her rosebud.

A scream of "Aiiiieeee!" filled the room and the woman's legs, still pushed tightly against her body, thrashed wildly. Sandy switched to running her tongue from the woman's asshole all the way up through her slit to her clit, at which time she evidently clamped down with her lips to nip at that sensitive bud. The woman's cry became much louder and much more shrill as she convulsed in orgasm.

After the woman's cries were reduced to soft moans and gasps for air, Sandy stood up and she, too, walked back over to her chair.

Vicki moved down from her woman's abdomen to between her legs. From the rhythmic grunts, it was apparent that she too was using her tongue as a flesh dildo to bring the woman off. She may or may not have planned to rim the woman to orgasm, but she didn't have the opportunity. The woman suddenly screamed out a very loud, very shrill scream and went over the top.

Meanwhile, Dolores was still attempting work her way through the thick red bush between the legs of the woman before her. When she once again pulled up and started coughing, it was the woman who got up... and walked off the stage.

"Oh..." Hector called out in mock sympathy, "that doesn't look good."

Dolores rose to her feet and walked dejectedly over to her chair. There was no doubt in her mind that she had lost as she sat staring blankly out over the crowd.

Hector looked out at the crowd and asked loudly, "Do we really have to vote?"

A loud, "Hell, NO!" came back from the audience.

Hector chuckled and said, "Well, you're probably right, but I guess we should make it official. Judges, set your votes and vote... NOW!"

All six lights flashed on Dolores' chair and she screamed loudly. She did not scream alone, however, because the six lights on Chloe's and Juney's chairs also lit just as brightly.

Dolores slumped in her chair almost as if she had been rendered unconscious. She slowly raised here head, however, as Hector began to speak.

"Since Dolores doesn't seem to know how to give a woman an orgasm," he said loudly, "I think we should teach her what a female orgasm actually is."

The crowd shouted noisily. Many of the men seemed to be volunteering to show her what a good fuck was really like.

"I know that many of you could more than adequately service poor Dolores," Hector said slowly as he smiled at the crowd. "But we don't want to reward her with pleasure. We want to punish her with pleasure."

He made a sweeping gesture toward the center of the stage and two of the stagehands quickly pushed a platform out to stage front. On the platform was a Sybian female masturbation machine.

The crowd roared its approval as Hector explained, "Many women get pleasure from these marvelous machines, but they can also be used for torment." He laughed, "It's simple. All you have to do is tie a woman to the machine and let it fuck her brains out... and then some."

The two men who had brought out the machine walked over to where Dolores was seated and roughly pulled her to her feet. They then frog-marched her over to the Sybian and just as roughly forced her down onto the twin dildos which stuck up from the center of the machine. After they strapped her firmly in place with several wide nylon straps, one of them then picked up the remote and twisted the vibration control to maximum.

Dolores immediately gave out a loud "AAAAaaahhh!" as the vibrations tore through the center of her body.

The man waited for several minutes and then twisted the control for the rotation of the front dildo. As it went to maximum, Dolores began crying out, "No, no, no, no, no, no..." Each "No," however, seemed to be slightly higher and slightly breathier.

After just a few moments she screamed out in orgasm and began pleading, "Please, shut it off... please shut it off... shut it off... shut it off... shut it off..."

Hector looked out at the crowd and asked, "Should we shut it off?"

They screamed back, "Hell, NO!"

Hector stood alongside Dolores at the front of the stage. Each time she screamed out in orgasm he held up one more finger. When he was holding up all of the fingers of one hand and one finger of the other, the airman again leaned in toward Maria and said softly, "You've been here for three of these parties before. Do you remember what happens at midnight?"

Maria thought for a moment and said, "It gets kind of weird around then. Hector times it so the final voting is exactly at midnight. All of the judges make their final vote and then all the lights go out and all you can see is the lights flashing on the losers' chairs. When the lights come back on, only the winner is on stage. Even the judges are gone. Everybody leaves after that because the party's over."

"Where do the losers go?" the airman asked.

"I... I... I... don't know," Maria stuttered out. "I guess I never thought of it."

"How do they get off stage?"

"I don't know."

"What time does the party actually end?" he almost shouted.

Maria looked back at him with an expression of shock on her face. "I don't know," she finally whispered. "The last thing I can remember clearly from last year is Hector calling for the final vote of the judges."

The airman pulled another cigarette from his pocket and lit it with a square-looking Zippo lighter. He snapped the case shut by hitting it against his arm and then took a deep drag on the cigarette. As he slowly exhaled, he said, "You don't remember because Hector suspends time within The Cantina at midnight and your mind can't process what is happening."

He gave Maria a very quick smile and said, "He doesn't draw you into his time because he needs one or two innocents here to keep The Cantina anchored in this reality." The smile faded as he said, "Tonight, with me here, you will see Hector for what he really is."

Maria wanted to ask the airman what he meant by that, but Hector was once again yelling, "Are you having a Hell of a time?"

The building shook as the crowd screamed back, "Hell, YES!"

"Then," Hector said with a laugh, "it's time for round four."

Maria looked back over at the stage. Dolores was now bound in her chair in the same exact fashion as Chloe and Juney.

"Let's remind people who our losers are so far," Hector yelled out and the six lights on Chloe's, Juney's, and Dolores' chairs flashed brightly. Chloe and Juney screamed loudly. Dolores merely shook her head slightly and gave a soft groan of pain.

"Sandy, Vicki, and Candi," Hector shouted, "front and center!"

The three women scurried to the front of the stage.

"Our next contest is relatively simple," Hector began to explain as the stagehands noisily dragged a thick pole onto the stage. The pole was about seven feet high and was held upright on a square, wooden, platform that was a few inches high.

"The object of our little contest," he explained, "is to NOT be the one who is tied to this post." Hector paused to laugh. "So," he continued, "all you have to do, is tie one of your opponents to the post. It doesn't matter which one. The person tied to the post is the loser. The two who walk away are the non-losers. It's that simple."

He then handed each of them a long length of leather. After the three women had stepped back slightly so they were equidistant from him, he shouted, "Begin!" and jumped out of the way.

The three women slowly moved in a large circle trying to stay out of each others clutches, while at the same time trying to grab one of the other women so that they could bind them to the post.

At one point Vicki almost had Candi in her grasp, but Candi twisted away. Sandy then made a grab at Vicki, but she was unable to hold her firm. Suddenly Candi jumped at Vicki and grabbed her firmly by the arms.

"I'll pull her over to the post," she said to Sandy, "and you tie her in place."

Sandy nodded her head and Candi dragged Vicki backwards toward the post. When she reached the post, she released her grip on one of Vicki's arms for just a second so she could reach around the post and drag Vicki back against it.

"Got you, you slut," she screamed as she pulled Vicki tight against the post.

"No," Sandy screamed. "Got You!"

Before Candi realized what was happening, Sandy quickly wrapped the leather thong around her arms, effectively tying her face first against the post.

Vicki squirmed out of Candi's now trapped arms and both she and Sandy walked, laughing, back to their seats.

Hector's laugh rumbled through the room. Soon the entire audience was laughing with him as he stood next to Candi while she pulled frantically at her bonds.

"I guess you didn't know that Vicki and Sandy are lovers," he said with a laugh as he reached out and ran his hand down Candi's back and ass.

"I really wish I had time to take advantage of this," he said almost softly. "I would really love to turn your ass to hamburger with my bullwhip."

He took a deep breath and said, "I guess that is for some other time." Turning to face the judges' table, he said, "This won't be official until you vote, so give us a minute to get Candi properly in place."

The stagehands rushed out, untied Candi, and dragged her over to her chair. As soon as they had her strapped in, they stepped back and Hector shouted, "Vote now!"

Six lights lit brightly on four of the chairs and four extremely loud screams echoed through the room.

"Oh," Hector said sadly as he shook his head, "I so wish that I could have reddened her ass. It is so pert and lovely that it just calls for the whip."

He suddenly yelled out, "Do I own this club or not?" He then looked out at the audience with his most evil smile and said with a chuckle, "I'm going to change the program a little, if you don't mind."

The audience responded with cheers and applause.

Motioning to the stagehands, Hector ordered, "Bring her back here and hang her from the pole."

The two stagehands unstrapped Candi and more or less dragged her over to the tall pole. They threaded one of the leather straps through an eyebolt near the top of the pole and tied her hands in place. One of them pulled on the leather to tighten it so that she was forced to stand slightly on tip-toe.

Then they used the other two pieces of leather to tie her feet to the platform which supported the pole. Evidently there were holes in the platform itself because they threaded the leather through something and pulled her feet out so that she was basically hanging from her hands.

"Now she is ready," Hector said with a leering smile. One of the stagehands ran to give him a large bullwhip and he cracked it noisily above the crowd.

"How many should I give her?" he asked the crowd.

Cries of "One hundred" could be heard from several people.

"That's too many," Hector said loudly. "We don't want to kill her... ... yet."

He then nodded his head slowly as if thinking. "Thirty-nine would be a good number," he said calmly. Then his voice became almost excited as he finished with, "But since it is Halloween, why don't we make it thirteen."

He then snapped the whip so that it cracked very loudly just above Candi's head. As he drew the whip back and lashed it forward once again, those who were at the right angle could see that the whip began its supersonic snap just short of Candi's ass. Then, as it went through its flip, the final two or three inches of the whip's tassel slammed against Candi's asscheek. The snap of the whip tassel and the snap of it hitting her skin and sound of her scream all seemed to happen at the same time.

"One," Hector said softly.

The airman handed another pre-flight special to Maria. "Tonight," he said softly, "because I am here with you, you will be able to see and hear what is going on when Hector suspends time. In what is less than a second to the outside world, he is vulnerable, and that is when he will be destroyed."

Maria looked at the airman. Her eyes were very wide with fright. She could still hear Hector counting softly in the background, but his voice was not what scared her.

"Hector is a demon," the airman continued, "... one of the highest ranking servants of the Devil running free on the earth."

He blew smoke over at the stage where the count was now at nine.

"The angel squadron has been after him for centuries," the airman explained, "but hasn't been able to get to him because he is only vulnerable when he shows his true self to claim his victims." He grimaced. "And he only does that one night each year."

He stopped to pick at a small piece of tobacco on his lips. Evidently his cigarettes were unfiltered. Then he continued, "He has always been safe here within The Cantina because of the spells and enchantments he has cast on the place. But tonight, because I am already within that protective spell, the Angel Squadron will be able to enter and destroy him."

"Are you an angel?" Maria asked.

"If I were," he answered with a short laugh, "the demon at the door would never have allowed me to enter." He took another deep drag on his cigarette. "I'm just a man... and not a very good man at that. That's why the demon let me enter."

"So you're here to destroy Hector?" she asked.

"No," he said with a smile. "The Angel Squadron will do that. I'm just here to prevent collateral damage."

Once again Maria was going to ask something but was cut off by Hector's scream of "Are you having a Hell of a time?"

The "HELL, YES!" was more thunderous than ever.

Maria looked back at the stage. Candi was now restrained tightly in her chair and the stagehands were rapidly setting up a small wrestling ring in the middle of the stage. Once it was in place, Hector walked over and began squirting something on the floor of the ring from a large bottle. It looked like baby oil.

Looking out at the audience and laughing, he said, "We need to slick it up a little to make it interesting." He then called out loudly, "Sandy... Vicki... Get your asses into the ring!"

The two women hurried into the ring. Vicki had a little trouble getting over the ropes and ended up having to crawl through them. Sandy vaulted her body over with no problem. Hector met them in the middle of the ring. Maria noted that he had left himself a narrow passage on the mat which was not covered with oil.

In his hands, he was holding a large bag. He reached in and brought out two more bottles similar to what he had used to coat the ring with oil. "Go back to your corner," he said, "and use these to get yourself slick. Then come back here."

The two women did as he ordered. The crowd cheered and made lewd comments as they stood pouring the oil over their bodies and rubbing it into their skin. When they were finished, he tossed each of them what appeared to be a large tube of some sort of lubricant.

"You might want to be sure that you grease up your ass with that," Hector yelled loudly. "Otherwise, if you lose it will be really painful."

While they were smearing the grease between their ass cheeks-- and within their rosebuds-- Hector held up two strange-looking anal plugs. "This is a spike match," he said loudly. He had to pause and wait for the loud cheering from the crowd to die down before continuing with a broad smile,"If you shove your spike into your opponent's ass, you win. You don't have to pin her or even take her down. As long as this spike is firmly up her ass, she loses."

The two women looked at him warily as he handed each of them one of the long-handled butt plugs. "There will be no referee," he said with a laugh, "because there are no rules except to spike your opponent however you can."

As he began climbing over the ropes he said, "Once I am out of the ring, I will signal you to start." Then he added, "May the worst woman win."