The Halloween Party…

[serving_girl_r]

The Halloween Party…

OOC….This is a closed thread for dark swordsman and I only… by all means read and enjoy…

The cars pull up at the grand house in North London at a very prestigious address… Pumpkins adorn the tops of the pillars of the short driveway and the steps. The large Victorian property seeming to look slightly sinister in the half light the pumpkins lending to that atmosphere…

The footmen of this grand estate take their guests carriages away to be parked at the back of the house but most arrive in limousines.

This is a Halloween party of the best kind. No tacky plastic masks and costumes here. Only the finest silks and satins, top designer labels and of course masques… everyone has to wear them until midnight.

The toast of the town and their families and friends are invited…

One such guest, Georgina Murray, arriving with her boyfriend, dressed in a long velvet off the shoulder number, a witches hat hanging half way down her back. Her normally black hair bore streaks of red through it which also showed on her mask of black and blood red feathers. She held onto her boyfriend’s arm as they walked up the loose stone path towards the house…

 

[dark_swordsman]

The young man that stepped from the car with her was the epitome of suave. Youthful and tall, his immaculate hair fell to his back; his eyes sparkled from behind a plain vertical mask over the left of his face. Dressed in a white frilled tunic top, a black frock-coat, leather breeches and boots, he managed to look both elegant and masculine at the same time – like a figure from ages past.

The pair swept up the torch-lit white steps hand in hand. When they entered the hall, a butler met them, his livelry all black with silver, for the evening.

The couple waited a moment in front of imposing double doors, before they were swung open, and the room fell silent for a moment as the butler formally introduced them.

“Ahem – I present Miss Georgina Murray and Mister John Goodman”.

The room applauded… The party continued…

 

[serving_girl_r]

Moving around the room meeting others she only knew from papers and the like which bored her slight, she then spied her boss dressed as the laughing Cavalier. Whispering in her boyfriends’ ear she let go of his arm making her way over to him.

She worked for a highly successful partnership of Olson and Davies & co solicitors as a junior partner and it didn’t hurt by hob knobbing with the senior partners to help her promotion…

She looked back at John smiling a little as she took Mr Olson’s hand and a drink from one of the waitresses.
“You look beautiful tonight Georgina!” The older man said kissing the back of her hand. She still had the grace to blush….

“Thank you Mr. Olson…” She said and he put a hand on her shoulder with a smile on his face.
“No darling, Peter, its Peter to a pretty lady such as yourself….”

The smile on her face almost cracked and she inwardly cringed but she so needed the promotion.
Seeing her still smiling at his compliment he leaned over and whispered something in her ear. She stepped away from him laughing politely.

“Oh Peter! I have a boyfriend you know!” slapping him jokingly on his arm. The man laughed along with her but his desire for her quite evident in his eyes. He turned that same second to meet John, Georgina’s boyfriend….

 

[dark_swordsman]

The smile on John's face was as forced as Georgina's, but for different reasons. "Mr. Olson!” he purred, "I thought that would be you, chasing after the young ladies again" he half-joked. "Isn't your dear wife with you this fine evening, or is she attending her weight-watchers class?"

Mr. Olson turned beetroot. John simply turned to kiss Georgina on the cheek, their masks clashing.

"Mind you, " he carried on relentlessly, "maybe you should join her". Here he dug the other man's stomach with his elbow, and emitted an outrageously fake, smarmy laugh; imitating Georgina’s, only moment before.

The little group went silent. Georgina glared at him. "What?" he said, in mock innocence...

 

[serving_girl_r]

She walked away from him giving him such a withering look that he actually stepped back in mock horror. She walked off, putting her empty glass, which she had just drained, onto a tray. Walking off in the direction she guessed was the bathrooms.
“Could you tell me…“ She started to ask one of the waitresses but was ignored…
“Fine then!” She said and walked through some double doors which led into the house…
She went around a corner then another… then found that she was lost, dying to use the bathroom and wishing that she didn’t have that last coffee before she left.

 

[dark_swordsman]

John wasn't quite sure if he should ignore her tantrum as a show, or be worried. Georgina could sulk awfully when she wanted.

Ignoring Mr. Olson completely, he opted to ignore it for a little while, and decided to mingle with other guests. He had to guess at people's identities, but he thought he could get by ok. He knew a tall, middle-aged man to be Derren; quite a good friend of both his and Georgina's. A young, busty girl in a peasant's dress smiled at him, and he made a note to find her after the unmasking at midnight.

After half an hour or so had passed, he grew more and more bored with the small-talk from people more interested in business than having a good time. Mr. Olson was still flirting pathetically with any woman he could approach, and John felt a slight pang of jealousy inside.

Just what was Georgina after from him anyway, he wondered. Growing thoroughly disenchanted with the whole event, her stalked out of the main room of the house, and started searching the corridors for a young lady with a pointed witch's hat...

 

[serving_girl_r]

The doors seemed to go on forever she seemed to be going deeper and deeper into the house. Panic surged through her for a moment as she felt trapped until she opened one of the doors and caught her breath.

Inside was the strangest room she had seen almost like something out of the dark ages…She thought looking around at the grey walled room and feeling goose bumps rise on her skin…

Smiling as she realised that they were all for fun she walked along the walls looking at the whips and canes and picked up a cane swishing it around wishing that John was there knowing that he would love it…

 

[dark_swordsman]

Exploring the endless corridors of the house, it became obvious just how truly huge the house was. John had no idea their hosts were so affluent. He thought he heard a door close, and followed the noise, determined to find Georgina and put a stop to her sulking.

Climbing a short flight of steps, he found the door, near a window; the draught making it bang open and shut noisily against the frame. He shut the window and opened the door, still searching for Gerogina.

He wasn’t expecting what he found. The room was very small and empty, except for a pair of red leather armchairs. Two electric lights designed to look like torches light the room very dimly. The walls and carpet were deep, dark red. On the opposite wall, facing the armchairs, was a small pair of curtains, as if covering a painting or a plaque. He pulled them back and let out a gasp of disbelief.

At first, he thought he was looking at a scene from a fantasy film, on a particularly large wide screen TV. It dawned on him that he was looking though a window. He was on a higher level than the room below, but could see clearly into it. The size was immense, like a sports hall within the house. But it was the content of the room that made him gasp. Scores of flaming torches gave it light, bathing it in a flickering light. All around the walls were erotic paintings and photographs, each large enough to be seen from anywhere in the room.

The furniture was all like a dungeon. A pair of stocks, manacles, rack upon rack of whips, canes and staves, and what looked like gags and hoods.

He stood there for several seconds, mouth open, just staring. He watched on as a door below him swung open, and a figure crept in...

 

[serving_girl_r]

Georgina looked around the room intrigued every thing was amazing to her, and the size of the room and what it was for just blew her away...

She looked up at the strange looking mirror near the ceiling and shivered maybe it was the strange light but she had the feeling that she wasnt alone...

Then something caught her attention... the rack.. she had always wanted to see a real working rack, having read of it as a teenager. She sat down on the edge of it and put her feet up on the smooth wood slipping off her shoes... Thinking how she could be stretched out on that made her shiver but also made her so turned on it was silly...

Dismissing the thought that she was being watched... she reached up under the skirts she was wearing and began to play... her hand sliding under her top...

 

[dark_swordsman]

John couldn't his eyes when Georgina entered the room. He watched, transfixed, as she picked up a cane and swished it through the air. She walked over to the rack, captivated by it.

He was angry with her for exploring the room - but part of him said it was just because he wasn't with her. He almost turned away from the window to go and confront her, but stopped when he saw her hand slip under her dress, and her hands squeeze gently at her own breasts.

He felt himself harden in his breeches, and in a daze, he realized just what the room was for. He sat down in one of the armchairs and watched as Georgina continued to squirm on the rack.

 

[serving_girl_r]

Georgina’s fingers playing eagerly with herself she lay back feeling the hard wood beneath her. She moaned softly getting close then she jumped as someone touched her shoulder.

“John!” She breathed her fingers hesitating for but a moment but then he grasped her hand pulling it away from her ministrations.
“Please!” She whispered impatiently but he was unmoved and coldly pushed her over to the middle of the table not letting her arm go but stretching it above her head.

She gasped as he did the same with her other hand. Her body shuddering as she got closer and closer to coming the fear and the thrill of being bound to such a contraption turning her on further… She struggled as he grasped her ankles....

 

[dark_swordsman]

John’s blood froze as a second figure entered the room, out of Georgina’s sight. He kept to the shadows, and approached her. Not resisting much, John watched on as she was bound to the rack, her legs shaking slightly from the pleasure she had brought on herself.

He leapt up from his seat, and made for the door. He would teach this stranger to touch his girl… The door was locked. He tried again, but it was no use. He took a run at it, shouldering the wood, but all he did was make his shoulder tingle with pain. Bewildered, he looked again from the window. For the first time he noticed a single silver button, mounted on one of the arms of the leather chairs. He pressed it inquisitively, and immediately sound came from hidden speakers.

“John… Please… John, stop it”.

Realisation hit him. He didn’t know who it was down there, or how he had come to be stuck in the room, but he knew Georgina was about to be teased. His mind went back to her flirting with Mr. Olson, and he sat down in the chair again, watching.

It’ll serve the little tart right, he thought…

 

[serving_girl_r]

She could hardly believe what was happening to her having been securely bound to the table by her lover, she didn’t know whether or not to take what he was doing seriously and tried to reason with him but it didn’t move him. She frowned, knowing that he was being unusually quiet and maybe she had annoyed him in some way, then she should definitely try to talk her way out of it before…

She gasped as he took up a long thin leather covered crop. He bent it to show her that it was flexible. Her breath caught in her throat as he traced along her thigh just missing the top of her inner thigh to move slowly down the other.
“John!” She said her voice deep with her growing desire.

He leaned over to her and whispered something into her ear which made her scream as the crop snapped down on her inner thigh, just where her skirt was pulled up to the tops of her stockings…..

“My name is not John!” He had whispered….

 

[dark_swordsman]

In spite of himself, John became aroused at the sight of Georgina wriggle in fear, and even more so as she screamed, the tip of the crop smacked her on the soft flesh of her thigh. From his vantage point he could clearly see up her skirt as she lay on the wrack - her black stockings, belt and panties clearly visible to him. He watched as her tormentor, concealed in his own mask, struck her again on her inner thigh.

Georgina screamed again, a husky, almost appreciative yell. The figure obviously became tired of her noises, because he reached for a black bit-gag on a nearby shelf, and quickly fitted it to her mouth.

John squirmed in his seat as he watched, a very large erection now standing in his breeches. He stared lustfully at the image of his partner, spread-eagled on the wooden rack, a black bit-gag parting her full, red, lipstick-ed lips; a tiny trace of salvia dripping its way down her alabaster-white cheek.

Looking round into the corners of the room, he plucked up courage, and unbuttoned his leather breeches; letting both them and his shorts fall to the floor. He adjusted his position on the comfy chair, his left hand sweeping through his hair, his right moving down to hold himself tentatively.

He watched on, as the show unfolded below.

 

[serving_girl_r]

She shrieked, as he dared to hit her once again. He heard him grunt and the sound of something being taken down, the squeak of his shoes against the stone floor. He reached over her and put the gag into her mouth working it into her mouth careful not to hurt her too much but just to cause discomfort…

She wiggled unable to give much voice to her anxieties as she felt the crop travel over her body then she saw it travel up her stomach, felt it through the thin material of the velvet dress she wore. Georgina gasped as the little end flicked at her nipple through her dress then sought it out pulling aside the protective layer such as it was and tapping it none too gently.

“No” she moaned through her gag knowing what would come next and was not disappointed. The whip cracked against her nipple and she would have curled up if it were not for the bindings.
Fingers found those now rock hard little nubs twisting them he watching her face contort her mouth working around the gag, the saliva dribbling ungracefully down her cheek…

Her breathing was becoming laboured as all the pain and subsequent pleasure brought her to the edge of an orgasm and he knew this as her body began to tremble… His hand travelled lewdly between her legs his fingers rubbing against her moist underwear….

 

[dark_swordsman]

From his vantage point, John watched with growing excitement. Part of him wanted to rush down and stop the pair going any further; the other, lower part of him, literally, told him to stay and watch events unfold.

He started to pleasure himself slowly, his nervous hand gripping his manhood tightly. He sat back in the chair slightly, groaning.

Below, in the room, the unknown dominant was molesting Georgina. His right hand rubbed her sopping thong firmly - her lips clearly visible through the thin material. His other hand held the crop, and moving her underwear to one side, pinching her now erect clitoris, he used it to torment her heaving breasts.

Georgina's whole body started to writhe, her back arching, even against the ropes that bound her to the wrack. Her eyes rolled back, sweat and salvia covering her cheeks and large breasts.

Above her, John moaned with pleasure. Then, for the first time, Georgina’s tormentor spoke…

 

[serving_girl_r]

“Don’t you know me sweet Georgina?” He said softly yet his voice carried around the room making the struggling girl stop for a second and think.. The office, another junior partner, one she had used in her bid to get to the top… oh how she regretted it now…

“Thomas, I am soo sorry…” She whined pleading, her mouth working around her gag, trying to make her apology yet she knew how it would sound contorted by the metal...

*Snap*
The crop landed on her upper thigh making her cry out, her voice hoarse with her previous screams… He walked around her flicking her then he tired of it and went to the wall taking down something that made Georgina scream in terror: a dagger.

“I hope that this isnt a rental!” He whispered and kissed her shoulder pulling the velvet down as far as it would go then slicing the material, slipping the cold blade against her skin noting the terrified look on her face…

“Don’t move or else I just might slip!” He said into her ear….she shivered, she couldn’t help it and the blade’s edge just grazed her. “Told you…”

Georgina held her breath as the knife kept on cutting, thankfully her dress, she sighed in relief just as he passed by her hips…then jumped in as the blade bit into her flesh then groaned as pain flooded through her lighting the passion in her once more….

 

[dark_swordsman]

John's heart leapt when he saw the knife. He knew Georgina had always had a knife-fetish, but he had refused to entertain the notion in the bedroom. His head ruled over his loins, and he stood up, buttoning his trousers, and made for the locked door again.

This time, to his amazement, the door was unlocked. It swung open freely at his touch, and he looked about suspiciously. He noticed that all the lights in the corridors had been turned off - except certain ones that led in a trail down the wing of the house and downwards. It was like a maze, with all the wrong turns blacked-out. He followed, his penis still throbbing hard in his now tight breeches.

Soon, he found himself outside a heavy-looking door, bound with iron bands and studs. He pushed it open gently, peering inside. Near to him, he saw Georgina and the other figure.

“Don’t move or else I just might slip!”...

Anger overtaking him, John burst into the room, and cannoned into the other man...

 

[serving_girl_r]

Straining to see what was going on Georgina saw the blur that was her boyfriend cannoning into Thomas sending him sprawling onto the floor. His fists balled he stood over him

“Get up!” He snarled controlling the urge to flatten the other man as he slowly got to his feet.

Thomas put his hands up then did something that John did not expect his anger quickly fading: He offered his hand.

“Thomas Williamson, solicitor, I work with this gorgeous creature that is your girlfriend… I had no idea that you were here.. I followed her when I saw her heading the wrong way…“ They gazed down at the prone Georgina and the two men shook hands John introducing himself properly.

“Yes she is gorgeous isn’t she especially like this… I was watching from up there!” John said letting Thomas’s hand go. He picked up the dagger and toyed with it looking at Georgina who could not meet his gaze. He caressed the side of her face putting his finger under the leather thong that bound the bit gag in place…

He gripped the dagger and used the point of it under her chin so that she looked up at him, her breath coming faster.
“Why don’t you finish what you started Thomas, only don’t cut her!” John said staring into Georgina’s eyes knowing that this would confuse her even more and it worked. She gazed at him, thinking that she was seeing a side of John that both intrigued and excited her.

The dagger remained under her chin while Thomas cut away at the other side of the dress so that she had to look at John while the other man stripped her. It was all she could do to control herself as she was so aroused by this turn of events…

 

[dark_swordsman]

John kept the knife in place below her chin until Thomas had cut away all of Georgina’s black velvet dress, revealing her lacy, delicate underwear. Her black thong was sopping wet, her bra hardly covering her full, heavy breasts, glistening with sweat. Her suspender belt and stockings were twisted with her movements. John couldn’t help marvel and be excited by her state – she looked like a tart, he mused, noticing the way her mouth was parted by the gag, her lips gleaming with wetness in the candlelight.

He turned to Thomas, who was removing Georgina’s high-heels. “So, what did you have in mind?” he asked, smiling. “What did you plan for her?”

Thomas suddenly looked sheepish. “Erm… I’m not sure”, he muttered. “I didn’t think. I just wanted to get my own back...” he looked down, not looking John in the eye. “… For ignoring me at work”. John looked very serious for a moment, looking down at Georgina, then back at Thomas. He brought his hand up. Thomas flinched, expecting to be struck.

John patted him on the back. “Don’t worry, mate,” he said casually. “It’s not your fault. After all, look at her. She is gorgeous, isn’t she?” Thomas looked very relived, and smiled, nodding. “I know what she’s like”, John when on. Without warning, he brought his hand down and slapped Georgina’s inner thigh hard. She yelped in pain.

“Look at her”, he went on, taking Thomas’ side. “She’s such a whore. It’s no wonder you were tempted by her.” He landed a blow on her other thigh, and she groaned again, in pain.

“It’s obvious,” he said, “that this is one teasing little bitch that needs to be taught a lesson!”

 

[serving_girl_r]

Georgina began to struggle not only to escape but to speak, to try to defend herself. She was used to arguing, even with John. She made a living from arguing cases now she didn’t have the luxury.

She balled her hands into fists. Tears of frustration at her situation ran down her face while her boyfriend… or maybe she should say Master… Now that word stopped her tears making her think… Where had that word come from? A silly book she had read as a teenager perhaps? She remembered that book and how much it had turned her on. A girl giving herself totally to a Masters whim…

She relaxed at last, submitting to her fate for there was nothing more she could do and that somehow satisfied her. It spoke to something she didn’t realize was inside her, something that had been ignored for the most part…

The comments didn’t hurt her… they only served to enflame her for they were right… She did use people worse than any whore on the streets… She looked at poor Thomas who she had used that way knowing now that she deserved anything he would do to her now…

She closed her eyes and awaited the next blow, the next part of her just punishment..... she smiled in spite of herself bracing herself for the pain and the pleasure..

 

[dark_swordsman]

Without speaking, John paced round the room, examining the implements of torture on the shelves and racks. Thomas waited, unsure, whilst Georgina could only wriggle and listen as she heard Thomas collect a few items. He took his time, purposefully making noises with the toys and 'hmm'-ing in a dramatic, thoughtful fashion as he took his time in choosing.

After a few minutes, he made his way back to the rack. The first thing he did was to blindfold his partner, preventing her from seeing the rest of what was in store. He laid the other implements out on a table nearby. He picked up a pair if shiny steel nipple-clamps; tiny teeth adorning the edges. He handed one to Thomas who grinned, more certain now his prisoner’s partner seemed to be consenting to her torture.

John prepared some other items – lining them in a certain order on the table, like a surgeon preparing for a particularly long operation. On the table was a formidable collection of toys. A large black dildo and a studded anal plug stood side by side. A candle and a lighter, a length of thin black rope and a set of about twenty black clothes pegs were piled next to them. Thomas also found a marker pen, and pocketed it, before turning to John.

“We’re just having a little chat about your fate, you little office-tease” he smirked, leading John out of the room, to just beyond the door.

“Don’t go anywhere”, he called, laughing.

 

[serving_girl_r]

“Don’t go anywhere”, he called, laughing

Georgina jumped as the door closed behind her a kind of shock settling around her. The startled girl couldn’t believe that John was behaving like this. She thought… God she could hardly do anything else but think since the blindfold had taken her sight the gag taking her speech.

Smiling in spite of herself she wriggled a little in her bonds. Half wishing that she had never lay down on the silly thing in the first place…

She went through the series of events…..and wondered how John found the place in the first place… Maybe he had stumbled upon it….. Oh finding her with another man in such a position!

She blushed and couldn’t believe that she did still, after all the flirting she had done before in front of her boy friend. Her breath caught in her throat at that sobering thought. Maybe this was revenge for all these times…

What would he do to her… she wondered..

 

[dark_swordsman]

John and Thomas re-entered the room silently, both knowing their plan of action. Thomas crept to Georgina's right side, whilst John made for her other side, by the table of implements, waiting for use. He quickly got to work, lubricating the anal plug and placing it on the rack surface below Georgina's crotch, ready.

Then he and John moved their hands down the shivering woman's shoulders, along her arm and to her breasts. "Don't worry, Georgina" John whispered as he stroked the underside of her left breast, feeling the sweat on her soft skin. "If you're a good little whore we can soon have this education over... if not... we will carry on until you can show me you have learnt your lesson".

With a nod to Thomas, they stopped touching Georgina’s skin - the sudden absence of sense making her strain to tell if they were still there. For a minute they stayed still and quiet, hardly breathing. Then, on a nod from John, Thomas abruptly pinched the nipple clamp over Georgina's right nipple, the teeth biting into her flesh eagerly. She screamed out and bucked in pain and surprise, and timing his move half a second later, Thomas clipped the device in his hand to her left side - the two waves of pain hitting her fractions of a second apart. Clearly, her body didn't know how to react best, her back arching and twisting, her breasts heaving with her futile attempts to escape the biting sensation on her tortured nipples.

At almost the same time, Thomas deftly reached for the anal plug, using one hand to spread the writhing woman's legs a touch, the other lifting her bottom half further off the rack and plunging the studded toy deep into her tight, resisting hole.

Sensory overload wracked Georgina's body - three parts of her anatomy sending simultaneous messages of pain and pleasure to her brain…

 

[serving_girl_r]

The touches, the clips, pain such pain flooded unexpectedly through her as she tried to recover from that more pain this time from betwixt her legs. Her back arched as she moaned tears springing to her eyes that she knew that they would not see.

The pain turning into pleasure almost simultaneously within her bringing a climax shuddering through her as it did so. Breathless she recovered somewhat wondering what exactly was going to happen next yet deciding that she had enjoyed it even though the pain from the clips were still there. Then she felt exactly what was between her legs. It was a dildo sticking up her smallest tightest of passages another thing that John often did not do. Maybe it was Thomas’s idea…

Something took her attention away from her thoughts. Something cold on the very tips of her nipples with something cold running down them: ice. It trailed down her stomach, down between her legs then with a swift movement it was plunged inside her. She wiggled groaning at the sudden intrusion within hearing the laughter from the two men watching her squirm.

Suddenly the blindfold was taken from her eyes she blinked in the light....