Luke's Halloween costume party was in full swing by the time I arrived. He had the perfect old Victorian house for such an occasion and the full moon was an added benefit. For two days I had vascillated about even going because my date had canceled. I hated going to parties alone. It was only because I had spent so much time and money on my costume that I made an appearance.
I was dressed as a harem girl, complete with the seven veils. My hair hung loose about my shoulders and my eye make-up sparkled above the last veil I secured after leaving the car. Bracelets adorned my arms and a sparkling jewel was glued securely into my navel. My feet were bare except for the rings on my toes, and I danced on the cold cement as I rang the doorbell.
"April, you made it!" Luke hugged me at the door and pulled me inside. He was dressed as a ghoul of some type with a fake gash across his forehead. The furniture had been moved to the side and dozens of creatures and characters danced to loud music in the middle of the floor. Candles provided haunty lighting and fake cobwebs hung from every doorway. I scanned the room in amazement and pulled my veil back so I could speak
"Wow, who are all these people?"
"Hell if I know," laughed Luke. "They're all in costume."
"Yeah, right." A scream came from the second story by the stairway and we both looked up.
"We've made the whole house haunted tonight." He snickered in delight. "Be careful where you go."
"I will," I laughed.
"The drinks are in the kitchen," he said. "Go help yourself." He waved me off as he headed back to the door to greet more visitors.
I dropped my veil back down and strolled slowly through the crowd trying to figure out if I knew any of the characters behind the costumes. It was amazing that no two looked alike. I laughed as I passed a nun slow dancing with a guy in prison garb. He was grabbing her ass and doing the bump-and-grind.
It was this distraction that caused me to bump into a man coming from the kitchen. He wore a black cape, and a full mask covered his face so that all I could see were brown eyes peering at me as he jerked his glass of wine away from both of us.
I gasped, trying to catch my balance, and his free hand reached out and grabbed my arm to steady me. His grip was tight and he pulled me toward him even as I regained my footing. I was surprised when he didn't let go, but instead held me close. I looked up into those piercing eyes from beneath my veil. There was no smile in his eyes and yet there was no anger... just a penetration that set off every warning signal in my psyche.
When he didn't speak, I didn't know what to do. Was he just playing a character or did he always demand such an audience when a woman bumped into him? Keeping my eyes on his, I slowly pulled my arm from his grip and moved toward the kitchen. I had only been in the house for a few minutes and already my nerves were on edge. Quickly glancing behind me, I saw he wasn't following. I headed for the wine.
"Great costume, April," said Marilyn, as I entered the dimly-lit kitchen. Marilyn had been Luke's girlfriend for the past year. She was dressed as a French maid and had several guys hanging around enjoying the view.
"Thanks," I said, unhooking my veil and letting it drop to my side. "You too!"
"Guys, this is April," she said introducing me. "April, this is... Tony, Mike and..."
She had forgotten the last guy's name and he reached over and introduced himself.
"David." I assumed his costume was suppose to be a body builder. He was wearing shorts and had bulging biceps protruding from his tank top.
"Hi." I smiled and shook his hand. The others just raised their glasses in a slight cheer and turned to watch Marilyn bend over and get more food out of the oven. It didn't really matter if they were standing in front or behind when she bent over. Both sides had their vista views. Her full, white breasts were pushed up and falling out of her costume and it was apparent when she bent over that not much more than a g-string lay hidden beneath. The guys all seemed to hold their breaths until she stood back up and placed the tray of tiny quiches on the counter.
"Where's the wine?" I asked.
"In the fridge," replied Marilyn, licking her finger tips seductively. I wondered if she had any idea that she was driving the guys crazy. "The glasses are right behind you."
"Can I help?" asked David.
"Sure." I shrugged my shoulders and waited while he poured me a glass of white wine.
"Have you been upstairs yet?" asked Marilyn.
"No, I just got here."
David handed me the wine and I took a sip.
"Oh you have to go up there," insisted Mike. "It's really scary."
"Luke's been working on it for a week," continued Marilyn. "He's such a kid at heart."
"I don't really like being scared," I explained.
"It's not that bad," David reassured me. I figured he was just trying to play the macho. "You want to go up? I'll go with you."
"Maybe later, thanks."
The wine felt good going down and I started to relax. I told myself that the incident with the guy in the cape was just the party jitters and nothing else. I wasn't afraid to go back out there, but preferred the coziness in the kitchen. David poured my second glass of wine before finally suggesting we go out and dance to the music. Marilyn grabbed Mike and insisted on dancing as well. I tucked my veil back up over my face as the four of us headed into the living room and squeezed in among the other creatures of the night.
I scanned the room for the man in the cape as I danced, but didn't see him. With a mixture of relief and disappointment, I turned my focus to David. He was a good dancer and I enjoyed his enthusiasm. When the next song slowed just a little, I pulled the finger cymbols from my pockets and did my best impression of a belly dancer. I had taken lessons years back and remembered a few of the steps.
"Wow!" David let out a slow whistle as I shimmied my hips to the beat of the music. A few of the dancers close to us moved to the side to watch, and although I felt a bit embarrassed by the attention, I was having fun. I decided to make David my focus of attention and swerved by hips toward him.
As he kept dancing to the music, I danced around him, tapping my hips against his body when I passed. Those watching laughed when he tried to swing his hips toward me and missed when I moved too quickly. It became a teasing dance, as I removed one of my veils and swirled it behind me.
"Oh man!" sighed David, as I slid the silky veil over his arm and left it hanging on his neck as I passed. I was enjoying the bit of exhibitionism, knowing it was safe to tease him in a crowd. The dancers around us moved closer so they themselves could dance, and soon I found myself twisting and thrusting my hips at any man or woman who came near. I released another veil and twirled it as I danced around in circles. It was on the last revolution of one of these turns that my veil caught on something and pulled me to a stop. When I turned to see what it had caught on, I found myself staring into the dark piercing eyes behind the mask once again.
In his hand was the end of my scarf, and he slowly twisted it around his wrist until I was standing in front of him. My heart was pounding more from his appearance than from the strenuous dance. I was frozen by his presence. What was it about him that made me feel so powerless? It was as if his silence forbade me to speak. The music stopped and suddenly David was standing behind me with my veil adorning his neck.
"Man that was great!" He was panting from the dance. He nodded to the stranger, acknowledging him and then turned to me. "Are you ready to go upstairs and check out the haunted house?"
I didn't really want to go upstairs and get scared, but the alternative was twice as frightening. I stared back into the masked face and released the veil that had me tethered to him.
"Sure," I whispered to David. We turned and left, leaving my veil in the stranger's hand.
The lights were completely out on the second floor and the loud music from below made it hard to detect any noises.
"I think you're supposed to go in this room first," said David, leading me to the right. The door was slightly ajar and I stepped back to let him go in first. "Come on scaredy cat," he laughed, taking my hand. With very small steps, we went into the darkness. Someone was exaggerating heavy breathing and weird animal noises across the room. Suddenly it jumped out and threw its furry arms around both of us. I screamed from the surprise and David laughed, hugging me as the creature hugged us both. I realized then that it was someone dressed up as a gorilla.
"Shit!" I spat, burying my head in David's chest. "I hate this."
"Come on," he said, pretending to beat the ape off us. He pulled me through the room and out the other door.
"We have to crawl through here," he said, pointing to a large tube that seemed to be going down the hallway.
"Do we have to?" I whined. "Can't we just go back."
"Come on.... you can do it."
I hated my predicament. I didn't want to go forward or back. "You first," I said, resigned to the fact that I had to go through it.
He knelt and crawled into the tube. I waited until his feet disappeared and followed behind. He laughed as something reached in and grabbed him, and although I didn't really want anyone grabbing me, at least I knew what was going to happen. When I passed the spot, sure enough, hands caressed my body. I was surprised that they were women's hands, soft and sensuous, and not the least bit shy about where they touched.
"Oh!" I cried out, as she felt beneath me and squeezed my breasts. David wasn't moving very fast and I assumed he was really enjoying the hands moving over his body.
"I hope you're enjoying this as much as I am," he laughed. I wasn't sure if he was talking to me or the hands reaching into the tube. He moved along and then the second pair of hands were on my body. These too were women's hands that stroked my hair and played with my veils. I felt one being tugged loose, and cried out when I realized she was taking it.
"Hey wait!" I yelled, trying to crawl and hang on to it at the same time. It was too late as it disappeared through one of the holes. David had moved far ahead of me and I hurried through the tube. Hot air blew through a hole I passed and whoever or whatever reached in just missed me as I scurried by. David had crawled out of the tube and I could hear him laughing. One of my veils caught and I stopped to release it before I continued. When I finally got to the end, I crawled out into the darkness, finding his hand there to help me up. I noticed how warm it felt.
We walked forward for several steps in the pitch dark and I was surprised that more creatures weren't jumping out at us. I relaxed thinking it was the end of the tour. We seemed to leave one room and enter another, and before I knew what was happening, he opened a door and pushed me forward. I landed against clothing and when I heard the door close behind us and his body pressed against mine, I realized we were in a closet.
"What are you doing?" I whispered in disbelief.
"Shhh..."
It was only then that I felt the wool of his cloak and realized that I wasn't with David. I sucked in a gasp of air as a sliver of light coming through the top of the door reflected against the mask he was pulling from his face. My heart was pounding so loud I could barely hear my own words.
"Who are you..."
"Shhh..."
The shushing sound was coming closer until it finally resonated against my lips. If he hadn't wrapped his arms around my waist, I would have fallen in shock. I was frightened of him and yet erotically attracted to the fear. I wanted to run and yet there was no where to go. Inevitably, I surrendered into his kisses and felt my body responding to him. His hands were hot and felt like fire against my skin.
He moved my hands up to the closet rod and I held it as we kissed. While still kissing me, he pulled a scarf from my waist and quickly wrapped it around my wrists, securing them to the rod in the closet. When I realized his intent, I tried to pull my mouth way from his to speak.
"What are you doing..."
"Shhh..." he whispered, this time bringing my scarf from his cloak and tying it over my mouth. I started to panic and my chest heaved with my quickened breath. Sensing my distress, he kissed my face and stroked my body softly until I quieted against his touch.
Then he reached behind me and unfastened my sequin top. The beads tinkled against the floor where it landed. It wasn't so much the shock of his lips on my nipples that I remember, but the how hot they were. It was as if they had been dipped in hot oil. I whimpered as he sucked and bit at them until I couldn't stand it any more. He made a low growling noise and I jumped as it vibrated through my body.
Suddenly his urgency seemed to quicken. My harem pants were stripped to the floor amidst my struggles and his hands, those hot, burning hands were spreading my legs. He brushed one against my pussy and found my warm juices. Another low animal growl vibrated in the closet as he ran his palm over my pussy and slipped two fingers up inside of me and raked them along the soft tissue. I bit on the scarf and whimpered. I couldn't remember ever being so frightened or aroused in my life.
With his free hand, he reach up and unbuttoned his cloak and dropped it to the floor. Even in the darkness I could see that he was naked. Perhaps it was the warmth of the wool cloak that made his body so hot, or the small, enclosed space. My body felt cold compared to his and yet I was burning up.
In one swift movement, he lifted me off the floor. I grabbed the rod tighter for support and instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist to keep from falling. Slowly, he tried to lower me onto his cock. I could feel its tip pressing against my lips, but I was afraid. I was afraid of him, and I was afraid of myself. I pulled myself up with the bar, but he only took advantage of the position and attacked my nipples.
Savagely, he bit at them, and I squealed and twisted my body away, causing me to yield to his cock. I bit on the gag as he pushed his cock deep inside me. He let out a loud groan as he pulled it out and plunged it in again. His cock felt thick and hard, hitting against the back of my cunt, leaving no part of me untouched.
He bit at me while we fucked. He bit at my neck, at my breasts, even at my shoulders as each thrust of his cock pushed deeper. I felt light-headed and dizzy, but my body craved more. He fucked with a rhythm and movement that drove me wild.
His fingers were digging into my ass as he pushed me up in tandem with pulling his cock out almost all the way before lunging deep back up inside me. Every time I thought surely I would come the next time. I was so close. Just one more. Just one more. It became a mantra that I sang over and over in my head. One more... one more... one...more.
Maybe it was my screams coming from the closet that made them come. Screams of pleasure and pain. More likely it was his growl that roared and vibrated through the room when he came inside me, his semen like hot lava exploding into my pussy and flowing down my legs. Maybe David had just gathered a posse of friends to help him find me.
When they opened the door, they found me naked and gagged, my wrists tied to the closet bar. I suppose I should be grateful that I was unconscious or I may have actually died of embarrassment. I assume David, or perhaps Luke, carried my naked body to Luke's room and put me in a robe and covered me with a blanket.
They wanted to know what happened. They wanted to know who it was. I could tell by their concern that they thought I had been raped. How could I tell them how much I wished I were still in the closet with him?
I told them I didn't know who he was. It was dark and I never saw his face. I assured them that I was fine; it was only the heat of the closet that made me faint... and whoever it was probably just got frightened that he had hurt me. I put my costume back on, and Luke walked me to my car and I drove home.
I wondered later as I looked at my body in the mirror if anyone at the party knew who he was. Judging from the teeth marks on my neck and the nail marks on my ass and legs, he was not like any other man I had known.