A Halloween Surprise

The message explained her part was to be one of the vampires in attendance and she would be referred to as “The Demoness.” It was signed the “Dungeon Master” and she had no idea who sent it to her, but the reference to one of her best friend’s was assurance enough that she felt no fear of attending.

The friend was a woman who she had made love to, frequently at first, and then their passion for each other waned over time, so nothing came of their relationship. That’s actually how all her relationships had gone for some time. The party and the conquest of new and different lovers seem to keep her and all her friends from developing any ties stronger than the community of exclusive females loving females. Any true commitment was strictly avoided because it always ended with the cold steel blade of philandering, driven deep into someone’s heart. Hedonism reigned supreme and self gratification was all there was, in her release of Sapphic passion.

She was certain from the invitation that any sexual inclination would be acceptable to the host so it might turn out a totally macabre, outrageous, event, one she surely would regret missing.

The girl in the costume shop was one that knew her and knew of her persuasion so trying on the different Vampire outfits and accessories became delicious foreplay and the girl’s hands wandering over her swollen nipples and through her womanhood softly had Christol releasing orgasmic fluid into many of the dresses. When she apologized for it the girl just responded that she’d like to suck the luscious crème from each gown and would cherish the scent and taste of the soiled panties Christol gave her. It was most astounding when the girl refused to charge her for the costume rental and warned in a sultry manner that if she didn’t return the gown and jewels the girl would come to collect them herself. Christol’s protestation over the price did no good and the sex starved girl made it clear it was pussy she wanted for recompense.

“Okay then, I’ll see you in early November,” was Christol’s acceptance of terms and they both gushed.
The girl retorted, “It’s a date then.”

Psychologically, Christol didn’t cower from her lesbianism when she headed for the car, as she usually did in public, and she felt strong in her identity. The guy passing by on the sidewalk as she got into the car was treated to a sight of revealing essence, and she smiled as he responded to her in a willing manner and acknowledged her clean shaven pussy was captivating. Safe inside the car from any unfamiliar advances she headed back to the Estate aglow.

The few days left before Halloween Night past by in tranquility, and her nude travel to the mail box had left her sans clothing at all, from one bewitching hour onto the next. Her imagination ran wild with mixtures of what the event to come would be like and she found her fingers coated most of the time with sweet nectar from the center of her desire.

Since no one would ever see or know what she did on the Estate, the bananas in the kitchen were to much to resist and the cold wrinkled squash from the refrigerator became an exquisite, warm, fantasy lover, both strap-on clad female and Vicious Male Vampire, over and over again.

The solitude and her truly getting in touch with her own singular body, inside the Estate’s comfortable accommodations and out in the natural unscathed grounds brought her to the conclusion that she didn’t really care how her life was going, that she would simply take the easy path and let it all flow to whatever conclusion lay in store. Since she was already set for life, all she needed was sexual release and it didn’t matter how she got it or what anyone thought of her because of it. She had no misconception of real love existing.

Love was for fools and philosophers.

The night of the ungodly fell upon the earth and Chrsitol stood at the entrance of what looked like a European Castle nestled far up in the deep foggy piedmont on a long private road. The wet gray stone accented her appearance. She had chosen a long wig that looked much like her own hair did before she cut it all off. It was darker and had waves in it that stood on the precipice of being curls. They dangle down upon her frail neck and across her shoulders in a sluttish regalia. Caution had bid her wear a black lace shawl that revealed her bare breasts but only slightly. If she was studied carefully you could see those gorgeous nipples in the openings of the lace weave beckoning for hungry lips to encase them. A thick gold necklace hung down obscenely as the sparkling jewels cast in it, caught the eye and bid you look at the eager, trembling flesh around it, calling you to stroke your yearning sex all over her.

The black silk dress hung from her shoulders and parted above each breast to gather again beneath them tightly. The neckline was cut so low you could have seen her abdomen were it not for the thin, slick, leather, dominatrix corset she wore beneath it, that pushed her breasts up proudly. Her Eyes were covered by fiery red contacts that made her look to be a real demon especially with the thick dark eye shadow and long black lashes accenting them. The dress was slit nearly to her waist at an angle such that she couldn’t actually hold it together. Some part of her leg and thigh or firm buttocks was always visible if not all of them in obscene delectability.

At the right angle you could see that the corset didn’t extend past her thin waist as there were deep red crotchless panties clinging to her sex and revealing her sweet hinter lips at all times. In her mouth she wore the usual fangs but these were so realistic they were frightening. The base of each was wide and strong and they drew into points so sharp and delicate. Her finger nails were painted that lesbian brownish purple and there were rings on almost every finger. She wore a garter belt and seamed fishnet stockings along with open toed heels. Shoes so easy to remove her feet begged for slithering tongues and sensual juices to cover them. Her leg muscles layered in precise physical configuration cut so deeply, as she stand in heels, that they entreated immediate ejaculation from both sexes.

The glitter seemed so carefully applied on her face and trailing far below, you would imagine she carefully placed each one of the specks on her licentious body individually, and those long fragile earrings swaying from those tantalizing earlobes amid the flowing hair brushed upon her neck sending excited hints of a promise that a myriad of lustful contortions would soon be scheduled for several lucky suitors.

As she presented her invitation in the foyer one male dressed in shining, greasy, vinyl with his cock and balls the only flesh exposed offered an exchange. She had to smirk at the diamond cock ring keeping his tool fully flaccid as he greeted each guest.

A requisite of her entrance to the party was that she drink the concoction he held out to her. Otherwise she would be expelled immediately. He informed her it was a non-alcoholic aphrodisiac, specially formulated by the Dungeon Master himself and contained Mocombe bark from the Olduvai Gorge, hand picked black Ginseng from Korea and several secret ingredients that would not show on any drug screen, and had no known interactions with any drug.

She accepted the exchange and the mixture tasted like she was drinking muddy dirt as it went down. Immediately she felt her body become flush and heated. The man then slurred out in the most flaming effeminate tone of voice, “may I take your wrap?”

She slowly let the shawl peel off her body and bared those magnificent breasts to everyone. A scintillating shade of pink mingled with her tanned flesh as her rosebuds grew larger and harder than she had ever seen or felt before. Pleased to the point of envy the Vinyl Man showed her to the main hall.

The hall was laid out in tiers much like the Hollywood bowl or any amphitheater with two exceptions. There were operalike loges along the upper walls with glass extending fully from the ceiling to their floors and the other exception was that each tier was possibly 25 meters wide on every level. Beds, Loveseats and benches were everywhere and in some areas there was nothing but large pillows. Everywhere Christo looked she saw people fornicating and a wicked grin formed her face into gleeful approval. At first on the main floor’s upper levels what she saw was grotesque people that seemed barely more than animals and beasts, themselves, and she marveled at their elaborate costumes.

One such animal tried to make a lunge at her and she watched as the Vinyl Man viciously beat the fellow back. Her eyes grew very wide when she saw the size of the Man/Beast’s hard cock. It must have been ten inches long and so wide she couldn’t have gotten her hand around it if she wanted too. For a second, in her confusion, she thought she heard the thing break something in it’s spine as it bent so far and began to slurp and suck on it’s own huge dick after recoiling A tinge of fright enveloped her as she could feel her sphincter muscle clamp shut in self defense.

She reported to Vinyl Man, “Those costumes are so good! The people back there look like real animals!”

Vinyl Man simply responded, “Oh they are! This way, dear.” and he led her further down toward the center of the room. As she had suspected any sexual persuasion was permitted by the Dungeon Master. Her other suspicion was confirmed as the Vinyl Man was stopped by a callow gentleman who lazily sucked his dick to it’s full arousal.

As the Vinyl Man apologized, “I’m sorry for this interruption, it won’t take long. He does this so well!”
Christiol admonished him, “Enjoy it, I love watching two men doing this!”
Warmth flowed from her aching vagina up through her breasts and she felt a most pleasant buzz in her head. She didn’t know why watching a man suck another’s cock turned her on, but it did and she couldn’t keep her fingers from teasing her pussy as her proximity allowed her to languish in the slurping sounds the greedy man made. As Vinyl Man arched his back she knew he was blasting his ropes into the other man’s mouth.

A few gulps later they were on their way to her place in the main hall again. The Vinyl Man informed her, “The fellow is a Federal Agent who was programmed into homosexuality, like so many of them are, so We have to take special care of them. They are powerful people.”

She couldn’t help but notice there were more than a dozen people dressed exactly like the Vinyl Man. Some were females with their sex on display and available for anyone who wanted some, just like all the men. As they got closer and closer to the center of the Hall the people there became more and more import in society.

Suddenly her friend called out to her in ragged breath. “Over here Christol!”

Christol turned to see her girlfriend fisting some frail looking blonde girl up the butt as the girl held a vibrator to her clitty screaming out in passion. Her friend motioned invitingly for them to join her and Christiol started in that direction but Vinyl Man stopped her telling her, “That is not your place tonight.”

She shrugged to her friend as the woman enthusiastically asked, “Isn’t this wild?”

The hungry look in Christol’s eyes was answer enough.

She saw people she recognized as Senators and Congressmen/Women in the throws of passionate debauchery. A female Senator had her face buried in a young girl’s pussy that couldn’t have been a day over 18 years of age. A well known male Politician wearing a ballerina skirt had a very large black man with a humungous cock ramming the Politician’s asshole for all it was worth, while he sucked on another man’s dick with one of the Vinyl Girls stroking his own penis.

The dry dirt and hickory taste still in her mouth from the aphrodisiac made her cough and Vinyl Man said, “Don’t worry, that taste won’t be there long. You will find ways to quench your thirst because of it.”

To her surprise her place was in the very center of the grand hall! A card lay on the bed for her to read, much like the Drama enactments that were so popular in the nineties. The gold embossed card informed her that she was honored by the role of Demoness and after she had played with some of her presents, she would be called upon as a Vampire to drain the blood of the Zygott. It explained that a true Zygott was chosen for this year’s festivities. The person had either really died or had a convincing near death experience in his youth. After his flesh had necrated he was miraculously revitrified and there were two succinctly different gnomes that his body was now composed of. The card assured her that she would know what to do when the time came. It also requested that, as a sign of her willingness to the anonymous Dungeon Master, she need only raise the hem of her dress slightly and the games would proceed.

Suddenly the din of the crowd fell into almost total silence with the only sound coming from one of the loges, being a female’s repeated wails of orgasmic passion “… oh … oh …oh … oh.”

So feminine and so enthralling. A very impressed Christol thought about what was happening and grasp her dress. She clutched it in her clammy hand and gathered the material together. She hadn’t come this far to stop now and she slowly pulled on the dress wondering what a Zygott was anyway, saying, “I hope it’s not a goat or anything.”

Judging solely from the lavish expenditures for this party and the social position of the guests in attendance, the direction she pulled on the dress was upward. In fact she slowly pulled it until she had revealed her wanton, glistening pussy lips and let the dress lay there open in lewd predisposition. The roar of approval while not deafening was all encompassing and she felt as if she were being bathed in silver light from above. The whole Hall was now in relative darkness and she felt like she was being shown different scenes of people performing strange sex acts in a specific progression.

For a moment her fang felt uncomfortable and she tried to pull it off. She was alarmed but not distressed to find that she could not remove the fang from her eye tooth resolving to get it off later. In her attempt she accidentally jabbed the edge into her first finger. When it drew a small amount of blood she instinctively sucked on it.