Sex Slave Spooktacular

"Mercy!" she begs.

Finally, I find myself stopped in my tracks after all of this unhinged debauchery. Emilia's resistance makes me want it more than anything else in the world. To put my cock inside of that tight little hole of hers and feel my balls bouncing off her pussy. Livia takes over where I left off and teases a butt plug against Zoey's ass, getting no resistance in return.

I notice that my cock is standing at attention from all of my anal exploration and now seems as good a time as any to help myself to these neglected cunts. Emilia ass is off limits, but I'm eager to find out about the rest. I slide my cock up and down her wet slit and rest my head at her opening.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" I ask, grabbing onto her hips in anticipation.

"Yes, Count," Emilia replies.

I push forward, allowing my swollen head to spread out her pussy. Just the tip. She is moaning and moving her hips, desperate for more and I cruelly take my cock away from her and move down to Rhea.

"Please, Count!' Emilia begs.

"Silence!" I command. She will endure the frustration while I help myself to Rhea at her side. With a hard thrust I plunge my cock into Rhea's wet cunt and I am filled with newfound energy. She is so tight and hot, I can hardly contain myself. I pound Rhea's pussy and squeeze her little tits for several minutes, watching on as my wife presses small vibrators against the other girls' clits.

Hearing Zoey call out in a fit of passion is all that it takes to convince me that she is next. I move down to her and find Livia graciously reaching for my cock to help guide me inside. Not quite as tight as Rhea, but still a very satisfying fuck. It certainly helps that my wife has begun to sucking on my balls while I doggystyle this young slut. I can't help but to groan out loud as I experience the wet sensations of Livia's tongue lapping at my balls and Zoey's juices leaking down my shaft.

I clench the torn fishnet fabric of Zoey's body suit and rotate back and forth between her pussy and my wife's throat. Their gaping orifices are mine for the taking: throat and cunt, gagging and dripping respectively from my aggressive thrusts. I am going mad with lust and there aren't enough holes in the world to satisfy me at this point.

Finally, I decide to let poor Emilia in on the action. I grab onto her butt cheeks and thrust into her swollen pussy. Her ass is looking back up at me, mocking me as I pound away at her in frustration. I grab her tits and watch her butt cheeks shake with every hard thrust. I'm about to blow my load. I need to slow down and hold on just a little longer.

I move over to Rhea and remove her butt plug, causing her to gasp. Livia is kind enough to move in with some lubrication and squirts it all over my cock and Rhea's ass. She watches with excitement as I put my cock into position.

"Are you ready for your first ass fucking?"

"I'm ready, Count," she insists.

I push in slowly and relish the sensation of her hole as it envelopes my generous girth. Rhea is yelping in pleasure and pain as I penetrate her with half of my length and give her some moderate thrusts. Her cum-covered glasses fall onto the floor as I pound away at her ass with increasing speed and power.

Livia cups my balls and plunges her fingers into Rhea to massage her g-spot. After only a few minutes of steady anal plunging, Rhea is yelling "Yes! Yesss!" and squirting all over my thighs.

I pull out and move down to Zoey, who I'm sure is eager to have a hard cock inside of her in place of the plug. Zoey moans and sways her hips as I plunge into her ass. My balls slap against her pussy and feel the surge of an orgasm building up inside of me.

Livia rewards Zoey's anal enthusiasm, just as she did Rhea, by fingering her and licking her clit. Zoey's orgasm comes fast and hard and I nearly lose my load inside of her as her body spasms in pleasure. As good as it might feel to fill up Zoey's ass, I think the occasion calls for something much more theatrical.

"Livia, go ahead and release the girls. I want them all kneeling in front of me."

"Great idea!" Livia says. She fetches the key from the floor and unlocks the padlock. Before the girls have a chance to enjoy their newfound freedom, my wife is already arranging them on the knees and pressing their heads together, cheek-to-cheek. Then, she does something unexpected.

"Here, open these up and hold them under your chins," Livia instructs them as she passes out a handful of peanut butter cups. Wait, we have a candy dish down here?

"Are you ready?" she asks me with a nudge. I'm just staring down at these naked women in amazement and trying not to crack up as they lift the classic Halloween treats under their chins.

"Girls, stick out your tongues," Livia commands. She spits on my cock and jerks me off onto a wall of pretty faces.

I'm absolutely pulsing with an intense orgasmic buildup and groaning loudly as Livia brings me to orgasm. My first massive spurt bounces off of Emilia's tongue and drips down from chin to chocolate. Livia aims my cock at Zoey and a thick gob lands on her forehead and hangs down off of her eyebrow. Another rope of semen escapes and lands on Rhea's nose and cheek as she leans in eagerly to catch it.

I spill out the remaining drops onto their tongues and treats. Livia encourages them to collect any dangling strands of semen onto their peanut butter cups. They eat their cum-glazed Halloween candy as Livia takes pictures.

"There's no wrong way to eat a Reese's," I tell them.

Knowing that the stroke of midnight is most likely upon us, the girls go out of their way to impress me by licking the rest of my load off each other's faces and swapping it back and forth between their mouths.

Utterly exhausted, I take a seat on the sofa and call my wife over. Rather than make a big tear-filled ceremony out of this decision, I simply whisper a name into her ear and, to my surprise, she instantly agrees. The women stand at attention before us, naked and anxious.

"Rhea and Zoey, gather your costumes and follow me upstairs," Livia announces.

The girls look down at me with confusion and proceed to do as they are told. A parade of naked asses goes up the stairs and Emilia is still standing at attention in front of me in nothing but her thigh-highs. I stand up and approach her.

"Emilia. I want you to gather my clothes from the floor and help me get dressed. No need to dress yourself."

"Yes, Count."

"It's Master now. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master," she answers, attempting to conceal a boastful smile. She helps me into my pants and then the shirt, button by button.

"Go to the shelf below the pillory platform and grab yourself a collar," I tell her. She finds a collar quickly and brings it to me so that I can buckle it on. It is a good look for her: a ring of black leather to accessorize her neck and a polished steel ring to attach a leash.

"Come now. I'll give you the tour. You'll need to know your way around the property in order to serve us in the coming week."

"Yes, Master."

With the competition at an end, Livia and I are ready to unwind and celebrate. We show Emilia to the bathroom and the three of us strip down and step under the massive rainfall showerhead for a much needed shower.

Livia instructs Emilia to use the sponge on us first, before she is allowed to clean herself. I am already growing hard again from all of the intimate, soapy contact. My swelling erection presses into Livia's butt cheeks and then she slips out of the shower like a tease and towels herself off.

Emilia and I follow Livia out of the shower and soon after I'm lying back on our bed, drinking from an overfilled glass of wine and watching Livia play dress up with our new slave. My towel is still wrapped around my waist and I'm threatening to pop it open with my erection as I watch Emilia pose in different corsets, garters, and stockings. Livia is giggling drunk in her bathrobe, chugging wine and stroking Emilia's breasts and ass at every opportunity.

"Do you like this one, Master?" Emilia asks me.

She's wearing nothing but a black corset to match her collar. What a sight it is to see a busty woman like Emilia in a corset, breasts hanging over the top and completely bottomless below. I admire a trimmed tuft of light brown pubic hair at the top of her beautiful mound.

"That is perfect, Emilia."

"I chose it," Livia blurts, giving me a playful eyebrow raise.

"Why don't you both come over here onto the bed?" I suggest.

Livia gladly tosses her bathrobe to show off her nude body. She escorts Emilia onto the bed and has her lay back and spread her legs so that we can enjoy the view. We refill our wine glasses and have Emilia masturbate in front of us. Then come the toys: a collection of different dildos and vibrators that Emilia thrusts into her cunt for our pleasure and hers. She fills the room with her moaning. I think about throwing in a butt plug, but I'm starting to get drunk and sloppy. This isn't the time to push boundaries. I'll work on convincing her tomorrow.

Livia pulls open my bathrobe and helps herself to my erection. She deepthroats me, gagging all over my shaft and leaking her drool all over the sheets. Soon enough, she pulls Emilia into the action and despite all of the alcohol, I'm raging hard inside their throats as they take their turns blowing me.

I haven't had a taste of my wife all night and I'm quick to correct that. I guide her over my face and tongue her delicious pussy while she throats me in a 69 position. My cock and balls disappear into the women's mouths and it makes me intensify my tongue strokes against Livia's clit until I feel her quivering in climax.

Livia grabs some oil from the bedside table and smothers Emilia's chest, making her all slippery and shiny. I climb on top of her and slide my hardon between her giant breasts while Livia rides her face. The sensation is too much take. I can barely contain myself, feeling my cock sandwiched between slippery bosoms watching my swollen head poke out from the cleavage.

I clench my toes and push Livia forward, squirting uncontrollably onto Emilia's chin and neck. With my cock in hand, I proceed to jerk out the rest of my load onto Livia's ass and watch it drip down onto Emilia's face. Emilia runs her tongue across my wife's ass, scooping up as much cum as she can and swallows it.

"Hey, we were just getting started!" Livia says over her shoulder. She turns around and starts throating my waning erection, determined to bring me back into the action without a break.

"Come on Livia. This is too much. How young do you think I am?" I protest, exhausted from the wine, not to mention, my third orgasm of the evening.

Livia persists and gets Emilia to suck on my balls. I can't believe my wife. She is the most skilled cock-charmer on earth. I'm raging hard and fucking their throats with abandon in no time at all. I put Emilia onto her back, lift her knees, and ram my cock into her pussy. I'm squeezing those oiled breasts and fucking her hard enough to hear my balls slapping against her ass cheeks.

"Bury her!" Livia says.

"What?" I'm suddenly feeling confused and light headed. Maybe I have the alcohol spins?

"Bury your cock in her!" she repeats.

I pull out of Emilia as I'm starting to run out of stamina.

Livia eyes my glazed erection and greedy intercepts. "Where do you think you're going?" she scolds. "I need it!"

Livia mercilessly throats on my cock, determined to keep me in the action. She smears my shaft with a handful oil and pushes me on my back, mounting me in reverse cowgirl position. I forget about my earlier moment of distraction when I feel the extraordinary sensation of my cock entering my wife's ass. She moans loudly, hopping up and down on my cock and shoving Emilia's head between her legs.

Livia is shaking and squirting her juices on my thighs and Emilia brings me to the brink with an unexpected tongue against my ass. I reach around to squeeze Livia's breasts and unload inside of her ass. The orgasmic contortions are so intense, almost painful. I lay back in a daze, mesmerized by the sight of Livia angling her cum-filled ass over Emilia's tongue. Livia is still shaking from her orgasm and moaning as Emilia laps the cum from her rim.

Completely wasted, I stumble back to the bathroom and lie down in the shower. Eventually, the girls towel me off and tuck me into bed.

"I didn't do it," I mumble out loud, half asleep.

"Clive, you're talking again," Livia says with a nudge. "Go to sleep."

"It was the coffin. The coffin," I say as I fade into darkness. Comfortable, quiet darkness.

"Good morning!" Livia says to me, pulling open the shades on a sunny Halloween day. I'm still processing all of the wild memories from the previous night and now I find myself waking to a no less exciting reality.

I sit up in the bed to see that Livia has already dressed Emilia for work. I rub my eyes and stretch my arms, taking in the sight of Emilia in her skimpy maid's outfit with visible thigh-high stockings and garter straps.

"How do we greet the Master in the morning?" Livia quizzes Emilia.

"Good morning, master. Would you care for some oral pleasure?" Emilia asks me with a smile.

"Um... well..." I stammer barely conscious with my eyes still adjusting to the sunlight. Did I really cum four times last night? Maybe I should consider a morning off.

"Yes. He would love some," Livia insists.

Emilia pulls away the sheets from my naked body. I'm already raging hard with morning wood when she takes my cock and balls into her hands. Livia is dressed in her silk nightgown and climbs onto the bed to supervise.

"Okay, help yourselves," I say, too tired and hungover to bother resisting. These women are going to break me if they keep it up.

Emilia rubs my cock and balls all over her face and nudges the point of her nose against my taint with a giggle. The women slide their tongues up and down my shaft in unison and take turns deepthroating me while I rest my arms behind my head, delirious with pleasure.

"I think I am officially awake now," I announce, watching the action with a satisfied smile.

They prop my knees up and their wet tongues massage my balls and ass mercilessly. My God, what an intense morning blowjob this is. Emilia is poking her tongue into my ass and Livia is throating me like she is starved for semen. I can't take it anymore.

"Would you like to cum on my face, Master?" Emilia asks.

"Well, since you asked so nicely... Livia can do the honors."

Livia rubs my swollen head across Emilia's nose and then jerks me off onto her face. Spurts of semen splatter her forehead and drip down between her eyes, parting across the bridge of her nose and onto her cheeks.

"That was a big sticky load," Livia says with a laugh, sliding her finger through the damage and putting it in Emilia's mouth to give her a taste.

"Would you like your morning coffee now?" Emilia asks us.

"Yes, we would," I say. "You're quite the morning person."

Emilia winks at me hops off of the bed with enthusiasm. As she makes her way down the stairs to the kitchen, I lay back onto the bed with Livia and we share a satisfied smile.

"She's too perfect."

"Because I trained her," Livia says, correctively, poking me in the chest.

"Of course. I think this is going to be the best Halloween yet," I add, admiring the orange and red landscape from the bedroom window. "I must be the luckiest man on earth."

"And I'm the luckiest woman," Livia adds.

"Here you are, Master," Emilia says, entering the bedroom with two cups of coffee. My load is still dangling from her cheeks as she hands me the mug.

"Now that is a good slave girl. No rush to clean up, if you enjoy it," I tell her.

"I told you, I trained her," Livia boasts.

I send Emilia for a notepad and when she returns I begin to dictate a shopping list. I'm sipping on my coffee and rattling off items at random when I start to notice the slur in my speech.

Livia attempts to get up from the bed drops her coffee mug, shattering it against the hardwood floor. I just sit in place, watching without reacting. I try to set down my own mug. My hand feels heavy. The hot, brown liquid pours out and soaks into the comforter at my side. My head is so heavy. And my eyelids, for that matter.

Emilia stands there and watches, making no attempt to help clean up the mess. That's okay. I think I'll go to sleep now. The bed is so comfortable.

Eyelids closing.

Yes.

Sleep.

I feel awake, but I am completely submerged in darkness. Weird shapes keep forming and swirling in the black. The same shapes I see when I close my eyes for sleep. Fragments of light breaking up and recombining as they crystallize into my dreams. Or is it nightmares?

I can't move.

I can't move!

"Livia!"

"She right here next to you," Emilia says to me. "Are you comfortable?"

I try to reach out and feel my way through the darkness, but my arms are restrained at the wrists. My neck is surrounded by the surface of what must be the dungeon pillory. How did I get here?

"Emilia! Is that you? What is happening?!" I blurt. My head is aching and the rusty taste of puke and bile is on my tongue. We've been drugged.

Emilia's face is suddenly illuminated in front of us. She's holding our camera, pushing buttons and changing the gradient of colors across her forehead with each click. She shoves the screen in my face, nearly blinding me. When my eyes adjust, I can see Emilia's face in the picture next to Rhea and Zoey. They are kneeling together during a special moment from last night.

The scene is familiar enough. The girls are cheek-to-cheek and smiling at the camera with peanut butter cups in hand. And then I see the face. Pale, almost transparent as it blends into the background. Black holes in place of eyes. I get sick to my stomach and feel a cold rushing over my body.

"She's here," Emilia tells me.

My mind is still swimming from the drugs as I try to process this.

"She's here and I've seen her," Emilia says.

She presses a button and confirms the deletion.

"Delete," Emilia says out loud. "And I was never here. You won't find any pictures or videos of me."

"Emilia, what is this? What are you doing?" I ask, coughing up some spit and feeling an uncomfortable acidic burn in my throat.

She holds out a printed photo and uses the camera display to cast some light over it. I recognize Emilia in the picture immediately, but her hair is brown and curly. She is standing with her arm around another familiar woman, slightly younger and with the same style of hair.

"Marta and I have always had a special connection. She's my little sister. Now that you've seen both of us, I have to ask. Who is prettier?"

"I've never seen that woman before. Now, please—"

"I didn't ask if you've seen her before. I just showed you a picture and asked who was prettier. Why are you being defensive, Master?"

"Emilia, why don't you unlock the pillory and turn on the lights—"

"She didn't tell me where she was going the night she disappeared. She didn't even know herself. A driver picked her up. I swore that I would do anything it took to find her. Well, not anything."

Emilia turns her back to me and lifts her skirt.

"I've had plenty of men inside of my ass, but not you, Master. You know, I didn't expect to actually get the job. I just wanted to get in to your place, to be sure that this where it happened. Winning was sort of a bonus."

"Emilia, this is crazy—"

"Marta said she was going off to work as a maid!" she interrupts with a raised voice, getting emotional. "It was the day before Halloween! Does that sound familiar?!" Emilia asks, wiping a tear away from her cheek.