The Loophole - A Halloween Story

As the Whetheringtons and their guests filed into the dining room, Max leaned close to Fred and said softly, "I had to set two additional places. We have gatecrashers." He frowned, then tilting his head slightly upward, pointed his nose at The Fallen One and The Mother and said in his most pompous tone, "I believe it is the couple who dares to impersonate your master and mistress, m'Lord."

"We will see when the masks come off at midnight, won't we?" Fred answered.

***

The seven-course meal was presented in European fashion with each course being cleared from the table before the next course was served. Dessert, the final course, was creme brulee. The rich, caramel-topped custard was one of Marta's specialties and both Fred and Willie's favorite dessert. Willie had especially requested it for tonight, "just in case this doesn't work."

After all had finished and the dishes were cleared, Fred invited everyone into the large front room for coffee and conversation. "We have a few games that ought to make the evening interesting, enjoyable, and memorable," he said as he ushered people to the couches and chairs which had been arranged in a large ragged circle in the huge room. A warm fire crackled in the large fireplace in the corner along one of the outside walls. Heavy curtains blocked off the wide bay window area.

As the guests found their seats, Maxwell and Marta hurriedly brought two more chairs into the room. Max quietly huffed his displeasure at whomever the party crashers were, but no one except Willie heard or noticed him.

"You have just participated in and enjoyed a seven-course meal," Fred began. "Now we will participate in-- and most of you will enjoy-- a seven-course evening of sexual pleasure."

Several of the women blushed and quiet murmuring filled the room, but no one reacted in shock or attempted to leave. All present knew what type of parties Fred and Willie often gave and were expecting some sort of sexual content to the evening.

"And since," Fred continued, "my majordomo, Maxwell, did such a superb job of directing us through our marvelous supper, he will now guide us through... The Seven Levels of Sexual Sin."

Several of the women giggled slightly. One or two of the men laughed aloud and one exclaimed, "All right!"

"Monsieurs and Mademoiselles," Max began, "all of you agreed to participate as needed in our festivities this evening." He chuckled deeply. "For those of you who don't remember agreeing, I would advise that you read the small print on everything in the future."

He chuckled again. "And for those of you who think you aren't willing to participate or you won't participate or that we can't make you participate, participants have already been selected. If you were selected, you have already been given a very expensive and very secret drug. There was a timed cocktail of sedatives and other drugs in some of your creme brulees that will kick in at the appropriate time." Another chuckle. "So, if you suddenly feel very, very tired, know that you are perhaps part of the next course."

He chuckled slightly once again as he looked about the room "Prince Charming and Cinderella," he asked, "are you feeling a little tired... or perhaps like your inhibitions are fading away?"

"We don't have any inhibitions to begin with," Clarice answered cheerily. "As long as it doesn't involve screwing a man or a horse, bring it on."

Everyone laughed as Clarice-- Prince Charming-- took Cinderella into his/her arms and gave her a loud passionate kiss.

A witch in black satin and her partner warlock dressed in a matching robe made from purple satin suddenly stopped laughing as Max added, "What about Merga and Cyric?"

Cyric, the warlock in purple started to rise, but stumbled drunkenly into the center of the circle. "Why the hell not?" witch Merga said with a smile. "It's not like I haven't screwed in public before. What do we need to do?"

"Our selection from the first level of sexual sin is Voyeurism-- and its complimentary sin, Exhibitionism," Max explained. "All you have to do is let us watch you have sex. You will be the exhibitionists, we will be the voyeurs."

"Come here, honey," Merga said with a lopsided smile. "That drug has totally destroyed my inhibitions and I'm ready to exhibit some primo sex for these nice voyeurs."

In one swift motion she stripped off her witch's robe and stood naked in the center of the room. Cyric-- actually David, the accountant-- stripped off his robe. He was wearing a T-shirt and a pair of sports shorts beneath it. Merga-- actually Alice, David's wife, laughed and said, "I guess I'm the exhibitionist in the family, aren't I?" She gave another loopy smile and added with a slurred voice, "But you won't pass up a chance to screw me, will you, honey?"

In answer, Dave pulled off his T-shirt and slid down his shorts. The fact that he was wearing a pair of tighty-whities under the shorts brought a chorus of laughter, causing him to turn bright red as he slid them slowly to the floor.

Alice pushed downward on his shoulders and he slowly went to his knees. She pressed her body against his and it looked, at first, like she was going to press her bushy cunt against his face. Instead she continued pressing against him until he fell over on his back with her straddling his chest. She then slid down slightly on his body and, after raising up a little, impaled herself on his now rigid prick. She began moaning and panting almost immediately as she rode him with forceful bounces that caused him to give out a distinct "oomf" each time she bottomed out against his pelvis.

As her cries continued to climb in volume and pitch, Willie leaned in close to Fred and whispered, "What sort of secret drug did Marta put in those desserts?"

Fred laughed softly and shielded his mouth as he whispered back, "The secret is... there is no drug. But they don't know that."

They both laughed quietly as Alice screamed out her first orgasm.

Meanwhile, Cindy and Clarice were naked and locked in a mutual scissors that allowed them to wildly grind their cunts together. Clarice encouraged Cindy with cries of "That's it baby, harder, harder, harder!" until they both began screaming out in orgasm. Cindy swung around in one sudden motion and embraced Clarice as she pressed their mouths together.

Someone in the crowd of voyeurs began a slow clap that grew in speed and volume until everyone stood with many shouting "Bravo! Bravo!"

As the applause began to die away, Fred motioned for everyone to be quiet and then said, "There is one other rule to the evening that I really should explain at this time. That rule is simple. 'Once something comes off, it stays off.' That means masks, clothing, whatever."

"What about my glasses?" asked Little Bo Peep. From the thickness of her lenses, everyone knew it was Beverly despite the excellence of the rest of her costume and makeup.

"Don't worry, Beverly," Fred replied. "If it's something you need to function, then you can put it back on."

"I assume that includes my peg leg," laughed Captain Hook. "The hook's fake, but I left my real prosthetic leg at home and don't want to be hopping around all night."

Fred joined his laughter, "Yes, Gerald," he replied, "that includes your peg leg."

***

Maxwell stepped into the center of the room and announced in his typically pompous voice, "It is now time for the second course."

He nodded to Clarice and Cindy and then to David and Alice and said, "You may return to your seats."

As they picked up their clothing and walked back to the sofas and chairs, Marta handed each of them a towel with instructions to put it under them before they sat down. After they were seated, Max swivelled his head back and forth several times stopping briefly to stare at this person or that.

"I believe it is time for a horny doctor and slutty nurse to show us the rest of their costumes," he said firmly. Donna Tucker and Wayne Forrester immediately turned deep red. They were both Fred and Willie's pick for the sluttiest costumes but, as usual, Maxwell knew the rest of the story better than anyone else in the room. After all, he spoke with the servants and maids of all of the other guests and knew secrets that only those who are deemed invisible by their masters and employers ever get to see.

Neither Donna nor Wayne rose from their chairs. Everyone else in the room was now staring at them. Max again spoke, "Give the drugs a minute to catch up," he said in a measured tone. "Timing such things can be a very tricky process."

He walked over so that he was directly in front of the nurse and doctor and asked, "Do you feel that joy juice flowing through your veins shredding your will and destroying your inhibitions?"

He smiled a most disconcerting smile and then added, "You have no choice. Leave what little clothing you have at your seats and come out into the center of the room."

Both Donna and Wayne stood up, stripped off their insignificant costumes, and walked slowly into the center of the room. Donna obviously had something in her vagina, because a small, T-handle was visible protruding just past her labia. It was most likely a chastity pear as that would match Dave's cock, which was enclosed in a chastity cage.

"The second level," intoned Max, "is public humiliation. Our naughty nurse and horny doctor didn't wear their skimpy costumes just to win the most slutty prize tonight. They did so in the secret hope that something would go wrong with their car, or they would have an accident and have to walk around in public in those costumes. Similarly, they wore their chastity devices beneath their costumes in the perverse hope that they might be forced to publicly expose themselves and their perversions here at this party."

He paused for a moment and then continued, "Sometimes hopes become reality. If you look carefully, you will see that Donna and Wayne also have almost matching anal plugs." He chuckled and said, " Lean over and show the people your hidden jewelry." Both Donna and Wayne bent at the waist to reveal shiny butt plugs.

"Spread your cheeks and tell us what the plugs say," Max ordered.

Donna answered for both of them and said, "Mine says 'slut.' Dave's says 'slave.'"

"You actually get turned on by being humiliated, don't you?" he asked.

"Yes," Dave answered softly. Donna merely nodded her head.

"Your holes are all plugged," mused Max, "so what could I possibly have you do for our sexual enjoyment?"

He turned to the group and asked, "What do you think?"

"They're not all plugged!" shouted someone. "They still have an open mouth."

"Ah, yes," Max replied. "And the most humiliating thing that a woman can do is to give a man a blow job in public."

Donna turned a deeper shade of red, but at the same time she began to pant slowly.

"And would that not be even more embarrassing for a man?"

Max slowly turned around with his hand in the air pointing at the crowd with his finger. "I guess we need two men to help us out." He stopped and extended his arm fully "How about Thing 1 and Thing 2?"

Two young men dressed in red shirts with big white circles on the front with the numbers one and two on them stood up. "I know it will be a bit of an imposition to ask that one of you let yourself be sucked off by a woman, but I think the drugs will help you relax your standards a little."

"A blow job's a blow job," answered Thing 2. "As long as she doesn't bite, I'm game."

"Keep your costumes on," Max instructed. "It will add to their humiliation."

Thing 1 and Thing 2 walked into the center of the room, unzipped their pants, and pulled out their pricks. Thing 1 was already stiff. Thing 2 gave his cock a few quick strokes and it also stiffened.

"On your knees," Max ordered Donna and Wayne. "... and crawl over to your proper positions."

Both dropped immediately to their knees and began crawling across the floor to where Thing 1 and Thing 2 were standing. As Wayne approached Thing 1, it was obvious that his own cock was trying to become erect but the rings and thorns of the chastity cage were preventing that.

"Beg for it," Max ordered, and Wayne said "Thing 1, may I please suck your cock?"

Donna just looked up at Thing 2 and said, "Please?"

Thing 1 and Thing 2 answered in unison, "Of course," and Wayne and Donna immediately pulled their cocks into their mouths.

Donna was obviously an accomplished cocksucker. Wayne knew what he was doing, but he seemed distracted by the pain of his chastity cage. Amazingly, the humiliation of sucking Thing 1's cock in front of all of these people was turning him on so much that eventually his own cock no longer responded to the pain and swelled up to fill the constraints of the cock cage to the absolute limit. As he continued to suck and lick, Thing 1 began to thrust against his mouth and reached down to hold his head so that it would not bounce away from the thrusts.

Finally, with a deep groan, Thing 1 spurted into Dave's mouth. As soon as that happened, Dave himself shuddered and a small amount of semen dripped from his trapped cock. His cock remained totally stiff, however, because the tight rings of the cage now trapped the blood in his engorged member.

A moment later, Thing 2 also groaned and thrust one last time very deeply into Donna's mouth. She pumped her mouth up and down a few more times on Thing 2's cock and then fell over on her back and spread her legs so that she could frantically get herself off with her own hands.

Someone again began a slow clap, but Max held out his hands for silence and said solemnly, "One does not applaud humiliation unless it adds to the humiliation." After that, everyone stared in silence as Wayne and Donna rose shakily to their feet and looked around the room.

"I'm afraid that cock cage is going to have to be cut off," Fred said, stepping into the center of the room with a large pair of wire cutters in his hand. "Or we could just wait until gangrene sets in," he added with a laugh, "and it will drop off all on its own."

He then turned Wayne so that they were more or less face to face and reached down with the wire cutters and began snipping the rings of the cock cage. "Hold yourself out of the way," he ordered, "or I might snip off something you don't want to lose."

Wayne groaned in added humiliation as he pulled his trapped prick away from the metal rings as best he could so Fred could cut them. A moment later he screamed out in pain as the cage fell away. It was not just the sharp barbs pulling out of his skin. The circulation to his penis was restored and with it came the pain that his body had been prevented from feeling while everything was cut off by his swollen member straining against the metal sheath.

"You know," said Fred rather matter-of-factly as Dave swayed in pain, "a eunuch doesn't have to worry about chastity devises or the pain they sometimes cause." He laughed and added, "And if you don't get a cock cage with an emergency release, you just might find that out first hand." He then slapped Wayne soundly on the ass and told him to go sit down.

***

Maxwell had once again come to the center of the room. "The third level of sexual decadence," he began, "goes beyond exhibitionism and humiliation... ... to pain."

He again turned slowly in place surveying the assembled party goers. "I'm afraid, however," he continued, "that we do not have even one matched pair of pain sluts with us tonight." He smiled, "So that means we have to break up a couple or two for our demonstration."

He spun rather suddenly and pointed directly at Wonder Woman. "How do you feel about pain, Diana King?"

She gasped and Max laughed as he added, "I do rather like the play on names with Diana Prince and Diana King. But while Diana Prince's alternate identity is Wonder Woman. Diana King's alternate identity is PainslutQueen1942, and your password is DCDPDW1942."

Diana again gasped, this time grabbing at her throat with her hand. " DC for DC Comics. DP for Diana Prince. DW for Diana White, her married name. And 1942 because that is the year that Wonder Woman premiered in DC comics."

"How... How... How could you know all that?" she sputtered out.

"PainslutQueen1942 made way too many references to Wonder Woman comics in the chat rooms," Max explained smugly. "It piqued the interest of a hacker friend of mine. He came to me after he had discovered your secret and asked me if I knew who you were."

He smiled once again and Diana slumped her shoulders and looked down at the ground. "Now we all know who you really are, don't we?"

He spun almost 180 degrees and pointed at a really bad Jack Sparrow impersonator. "Just as we know who you really are, Trevor."

The pirate jumped back slightly as Max advanced on him. "I've seen the costumes that you have created for others. They are wonderfully inventive and exquisitely constructed." He lifted up the felt vest that Trevor was wearing. "This piece of crap, on the other hand, can have only one purpose, and that is to cause people to make fun of you or perhaps go even beyond that and maybe punch you or spank you."

At the word spank, Trevor began shaking his head and stammering "No, no, it isn't anything like that."

"But the drugs will reveal the true you," replied Max. "Why don't you just drop your pants to the floor, bend over this sofa, and let your lovely wife Mahaila whale away on your ass with this leather paddle."

Max once again gave that false smile that somehow seemed very foreboding and continued, "It's what you have wanted to do for a long time, isn't it? But you have never had the nerve to ask her to do it."

Trevor continued to shake his head slowly back and forth, but at the same time inched his way over to the back of the couch and began unbuckling the belt of his costume. Once it was loose, he opened his pants and let them drop to his feet. He wasn't wearing anything under them.

"We will deal with Wonder Woman in just a minute," Max said, suddenly very cheerful in his speech. "But first we have to decide how many swats our wretched imitation of Captain Jack Sparrow should receive from his lovely wife."

As he spoke he handed a black leather paddle to a rather muscular black woman who was dressed as an Amazon warrior. "Trevor made that exquisite costume for you, didn't he?" he asked.

"Yes," she replied softly. "It was what I wanted."

"Then don't you think you should thank him by giving him what he really wants and needs?" Max asked.

In response, she swung the paddle through a wide arc and a loud "Crack" echoed through the room. Trevor gasped... grunted... and then moaned as if someone had just taken his cock into their mouths.

"Not yet," Max said. "We haven't decided how many strokes you should give him."

"Until he cums," the Amazon replied, "... or begs me to stop."

With that she stood behind Trevor, and looking defiantly into Max's eyes, began delivering blow after blow to her husband's upturned ass. The crowd was counting softly as she repeatedly swung the paddle. At around ten strokes, a light sheen of perspiration appeared on her ebony skin. At around twenty strokes Trevor began grunting out "Oh, oh, oh, oh" with each impact of the shinny leather. On the thirty-ninth stroke, he suddenly yelled out a deep, long cry and stood up. His cock was erect and spurting cum over the top of the leather couch cushions.

"I think this is definitely going to change some things around our house," Mahaila said as she stood with the paddle at her side panting-- perhaps in exertion, perhaps in passion. "I'm going to take him over in the corner, and he is now going to do a little something for me." She smiled as she slapped the leather against her hand. "Only his paddle is a lot smaller and wetter and can get to just the right spots if he sticks it out far enough."