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This is a fantasy story. It has no basis in reality. Even the names of the
characters are made up and have no relevance to anyone. It is for adult
readers only, of legal age, and deals with domination and submission of a
non consenting type. So don't read it if you are offended by this subject
matter or not an adult of legal age.




                                  "Omens"

                              A Halloween Tale

                                  (part 2)


                                 by Musker



Usually, the first thing a guest does at a party is to greet their hostess
and thank them for the invitation. But the group of five gold digging party
crashers where doing their best to hide from the illustrious Madame Rouso
like the plague. For such a confrontation would not go well for either
party. Thus, the Halloween five kept an eye peeled for their pseudo patron
while at the same time they drank in the extreme fantasy like world that
laid before them.

The party seemed to go on forever. Ball room after ball room was full of
sights, sounds and flavors that made one feel as though they had entered
into another world. No one was left wanting for anything. The food was
presented as a buffet on a table over thirty feet long. It was tiered
upwards with mountains of choice delicacies arranged with artistic style.
The food itself was so creatively conceived that it was almost a pity to
eat it.

The decorations were nothing but extravagant. The Halloween theme was
carried out to the max. Pumpkins, gourds, corn stalks and bails of hay were
strategically placed through out the mansion that reflected a bountiful
harvest. Along with spiders, tombstones, skeletons, witch's caldron and
other scary props that echoed loudly the eerie spookiness of the night at
hand.

And the last and most awesome sight to behold was the people themselves.
At first glance there was so much variety and intensity that one would be
hard pressed to try and make any sense out of it all. But after a while one
could definitely see a pattern unfolding. A party theme that sent a
radiating chill through one's soul even more ghastly then the macabre
nature of the night itself. For the theme for this night of fright was one
of Domination and submission.

Everywhere one turned one could see blatant examples of upper crust adult
perversion. Even the many serving maids, who all looked exactly like those
French maid coat check girls right on down to their smiling gagged faces,
were meandering about the party serving drinks in total bound subservience
with their heads erect and eyes cast down. But these serving wenches had
more done to them then a complacent gag. Their arms were bound tightly
together behind their backs in a matching black vinyl single glove. A no
doubt distressing accouterment that maintained it's position via a leather
strap fastening it to their wide black leather collars. Collars that had
two small linked chains running down from it's front to the edge of their
serving trays that was also fastened tightly to their waists. And a final,
although totally unnecessary, contrivance to their forced submission was
the addition of thick leather cuffs placed around their tender feminine
ankles. A small chain tethered them together, which only made it that much
more difficult for them to walk around with. That is, if one did not count
their locked on, five inch, black shiny stiletto heels.

But it was the party guests who quickly caught the ever vigilant eyes of
the five unwelcome gold diggers as their hushed excited conversation
between one another noted.

"Oh my god Jennifer! What did we get ourselves into? Did you see that
couple over there?" Karol whispered in alarmed as she could hardly refrain
herself from pointing to the two young women off to the side who where
obvious together. Obvious from the fact that one woman had a leather strap
in her hand that was leading to the bridal of the other woman next to her.
Together they made the perfect image of an elite equestrian rider and her
proud show pony.

The rider was all decked out in a fashionable riding outfit, hat and all.
She wore a pair of highly polished riding boots, a cream colored pair of
professional riding pants and blouse, and a well tailored black riding coat
that really complimented her lovely feminine form.

The other young woman was almost nude and truly made a bizarre appearance.
Her torso was covered in an assortment of black leather straps. A wide one
went around her waist, tightly, and seem to act as an anchoring point for
all the others. The rest of her body harness went over her shoulders,
crisscrossed her chest, circled the base of her breasts and even ran down
between her legs and shaven labia lips, practically disappearing betwixt
them. Her arms were forced behind her, elbows to wrist, and multi-strapped
securely there. On her feet she wore what looked like hoofs. The base of
the shoe was "U" shaped exactly like that of a horses'. Then it rose up her
highly arched foot to just under her calf. It clearly forced her to walk on
the balls of her feet without any heel support what-so-ever.

But the most striking part of this human animal's costume was her head
gear. First off, her long flowing black hair had been shaven clean off on
both sides of her head, leaving a center furrow of hair running over and
down her head. And this horse-like mane was braided with colorful ribbons
throughout it's entire length. Another series of thin straps formed her
head harness and was used to hold her metal bridal bit firmly in her mouth.
The bit was pulled so deeply back and over her tongue that it caused the
corners of her mouth to be shaped into what looked like an artificial
smile.

Other little accessories were added to complete her pony dressage. All her
straps had small shiny metal studs attached to them to make the artistic
symmetry of her harness and bondage really stand out. Her make-up was put
on heavy to enhance her cute passionate long lashed eyes and taught red
lips. A large wide black fluffy plum was attached to the front of her head
harness and an equally flamboyant long black fluffy tail was mounted to her
rear end with a fashionable big arc draping behind her. These two
attributes alone gave her that exquisite show pony look. A couple of
tinkering bells hanging from her pierced nipple rings drew even more
attention to her when she became a bit anxious at times and began to twitch
just like a horse. But for now, she just stood there, quietly, passively,
next to her owner. Her legs held straight and together. Her torso bent
slightly at the waist with her chest majestically jutting forward. And her
head held high and proud, while her eyes were cased down just like a well
trained domesticated beast. Her whole body seemed lean and glistened with a
well oiled deep sun tan color. There were only a few very faint tan marks
on her body that made Karol speculate that she might have worn a much
simpler and functional pony girl harness when she was exercised in private.
A thought that made Karol all the more frighten when she pondered what type
of relationship those two women really had outside of this party.

The riding woman held her drink in one hand and the reins of her mare in
the other. A slightly used riding crop dangled from one of her wrists. She
was in a pleasant conversation with another couple before her. A much older
man and woman dressed in the elaborate costumes of King Louis the 14th
which included the powdered decorated white wigs of the time. The woman was
the most striking of the pair, with her richly designed dress and
pretentiously ornate jewelry. That, and having a waist severely constricted
down to the size of a small child.

"Yes I did Karol. Quite extraordinary aren't they. But nothing to do with
us. Just remember why we are here and don't let the eccentric lifestyles of
the rich get to you. Be they unnervingly weird as they are." Jennifer tried
to temper Karol's concerns, but even she was beginning to become
overwhelmed by the strange perverted taste of the filthy rich. Especially
when she and Karol turned their heads in another direction to see three
other couples having a light hearted discussion between one another. Well,
at least three of them where.

All three were man/woman couples. The first couple that Jennifer focused on
was dressed as guard and prisoner. The man wore a standard blue shirt and
black pants and hat guard uniform. He had the customary badge and name tag
of authority pinned to his shirt and a heavy wooden truncheon hanging from
his belt. To his right was his female prisoner also modeling the latest in
prison attire. But no prison on earth had a dress code like this.

On her head was a simple brimless round hat with the black and white
horizontal stripes marking her as a sentenced criminal. The rest of her
prison garb was also of this alternating horizontal stripes, but in her
case, it was painted on her nude body in latex. From just under her chin
all the way down to her ankles she was covered in horizontal unwavering
zebra stripes. And whether on purpose or accident, the color across her
erect nipples and shaven pussy were both the same which made her total
nudity all the more conspicuous. But her costume did not end there. Her
arms were fasten behind her back at elbows and wrists with handcuffs. Her
ankles were tethered by leg irons that forced her to walk in short mincing
steps. And to keep his prison ward in silent check, she wore a bright red
ball gag with a small chain running through it and around her head where it
was locked there of.

The second couple was dressed from the period of old when men sailed the
high seas in search of plunder. And refined women of stately manor who had
to travel on said ocean waves feared such men and what they would do with
their feminine virtue. He, wore the three corner hat and full regalia of a
despot pirate. And she, wore the tight bodice and flowing ankle length
petticoats of a fair young damsel in distress. A woman bound in subjugation
with figure hugging ropes. Her arms bound behind her wrist to wrist and
elbow to elbow in tightly cinching coils with more rope wrapped around her
small corseted waist and arms to hold them fast against her. And to keep
said fettered maiden in silent captivity a cloth cleaved gag was forced
between her ruby red lips and tied firmly behind her head, under her long
wind blown auburn hair. But alas, said lady's gag was not as simple as it
looked. For even from where Jennifer stood she could see that the big eyed
beauty had her mouth packed to it's fullest with more penetrating cloth to
which her cleaved gag only kept it securely in place.

The final couple were a bit different from what the Halloween five had seen
so far. In this case, the woman was the dominant over her male submissive
suitor. The woman, of middle age, wore a white knee length lab coat. Her
long blonde hair was fashioned expertly into an attractive french bun. And
her make-up was light but becoming to her soft feminine features. She also
wore a noticeable pair of big black rimed eyeglasses that seem to dominant
her whole face. Her entire costume gave her the aura of an impeccable, well
educated, doctor of the mind. And her patient was a young man, wrapped in a
tight hospital issued canvas straight jacket. His ankles were also
displaying the latest in inescapable leather padded hospital cuffs. And
like the other two submissives in this group he too was gagged, with white
sterile nonallergenic hospital tape.

The three dominants where in active conversation with the occasional laughs
and smiles denoting they were having a wonderful time. The three silent
significant others were quietly standing next to them, each leashed to
their dominant half in their own unique way. The female prisoner by steel
collar and chain leading to her commanding superior's belt. The fair damsel
in distress with a rope wrapped loosely around her swan-like neck and
leading directly to her infamous bearded buccaneer abductor. And the
perceived mental patient with an electronic device whose transmitting
control unit was in the delicate hand of the lady doctor while the receiver
unit, although invisible, must have been placed on her ward somewhere. No
doubt the noticeable bulge coming from the patient's rear end was a good
first guess.

Jennifer and Karol looked to one another and sighed. Then Jennifer causally
said, "Well, at least it's not a completely sexist party."

To which Karol responded, "Yea, but I doubt if the hostess would win any
awards from N.O.W. for furthering the feminist cause." And both sounded an
uneasy chuckle.

"Where did Charlene go," uttered a curious and slightly alarmed Su-Lee.

The tall swedish nurse quickly spotted the ebony priestess and responded
with, "There she goes! Straight ahead."

The other three immediately looked to where Karol was pointing.

"Well, it's obvious that Charlene isn't phased one little bit by the
atmosphere here at the party." Maria commented in a matter of fact tone as
she placed her hands on her full womanly hips in annoyance.

"Maybe she didn't see what we did. I mean, look at her. She is high balling
it right through that group of weird people as if they weren't even there."
A supported Su-Lee replied in hopes of keeping Maria's hot latin temper
under raps.

And Charlene was doing just that too. Walking right pass them all. Totally
oblivious to her surrounds. Even a particular unnerving image just off to
her left. There, a petite oriental woman stood silently, dressed as a
Chinese princess in her beautiful red and gold robes of silk. She couldn't
have been more than five feet tall as she carefully hand feed an amazon
like woman from her plate. That South American woman had to be at least
twice her diminutive size in both height and muscle mass. The contrast
between the two was incredible, especially when one considered the fact
that the dark skinned woman was the owned property of the little china
doll.

The big woman had her arms bound behind her in a very strenuous back prayer
position with her hands folded together between her shoulder blades. She
wore a wide red and gold leather waist cinch that constricted her middle so
tightly that one could see the outline of her lower rib and pelvic bone
around it. Another smaller matching strap ran from the front to the back of
it between her legs. It's function was to hold two visibly monstrous
dildoes, even for a woman of her size, deeply into her lower openings. Upon
her feet were laced what one could only describe as red and gold leather
ballet boots. Boots whose unnaturally steep arching souls and towering
heels forced her massive form to walk on the very tips of her toes. But
right now she was balancing herself in place. She was bent way over forward
at the waist with her big firm sexy rear end acting as a counter weight
behind her in order for her to receive her food at the hands of her
Mistress. Her long black hair was pulled back into a pony tail that was
held several inches off her head by another matching leather strap. For
such a large and powerful woman she still had the soft ladylike features of
a benign beauty. And around her neck was another red and gold leather
collar with a very small gold link chain running from it to a leather strap
around the frail wrist of the china woman.

As the Herculean woman chomped on her food a mer inch or two from the food
plate, the oriental woman slowly stroked the side of her slave's face with
warmth and devotion. Her dainty little hand slowly moved to her pet's huge
pendulous breasts. Breasts that hung down from her chest like enormous
bovine milk sacks. Even her hard erect nipples were large enough to be
comparable to those found on a milking cow. The china woman took her time
to gently caress her affectionate pet's utters as the amazon acknowledged
her owners admiration by slowing her mouth chomping appreciably and letting
a soft moan of contentment echoed her gratitude. A cute little smile
crossed the doll like face of the china woman as she heard the light crisp
sound of tinkering bells when she gingerly jostled the golden chimes that
hung from each of her pet's pierced and ringed teats.

But such an unsettling image never caught Charlene's attention for more
than a couple of seconds as she grew closer and closer to her destination
with an open smile. But what did cause her to momentarily rescind her
smiling disposition was when she accidentally looked off to her right. For
what she saw there, in the not too off distance, caused her to take a
second, more lingering look see.

It was a small group of four women. Two were black, one was white and the
fourth was a candy cane. The two black women looked to have come right out
of the dark continent. One was a remarkably beautiful woman. A woman
slightly smaller than herself, but enviously more pretty. She was dressed
as the benevolent daughter of a powerful African King. She wore an
abbreviated leopard skin top that left her middle and arms bare while it
hung itself over one of her strong but feminine shoulders. Her skirt was
down to her ankles and made of the same animal like skin. It had a few
slits in it to reveal her sexy black legs when she walked with pride. Her
hair and makeup was flawless, cultured and made her look far more beautiful
than even Charlene, a beautician, thought possible.

But next to her was a figure that was nothing short of being totally
surreal. Charlene heard of how different countries, people and cultures had
different concepts as to what they though was beautiful in women. But to
see so many of them displayed in one woman was far too odd and curious for
her to ignore.

The other black woman went beyond the limits of a civilized society and
into the realm of the extreme, and somewhat gruesome. Her body seemed
completely decorated with shiny gold rings. Rings through her nose, ears,
nipples and labia lips. Rows of rings placed around her neck and breasts to
make them stretch long and out far, way past reason or normalcy. And what
once appeared as being normal, like her lips, areolas, and vulva, were now
surgically enhanced beyond the level of seductive, and then all tattooed a
permanent blood red. But her oddity did not stop there. Her waist was
pulled in sharply by a form fitting, heavily steel corset to a point of
absurdity and her wrists manacled to a leather belt that circled it. On her
feet was a pair of dual pointed ballet boots to which not even the tips of
her toes were allowed to touch the floor. And the last part to this
woman's, this "thing's", insane description was her hair. It was golden
blonde like the color of the sun as it flowed up from her head and then
showered behind her. But again, extreme measures where taken here too for
she did not have a full head of hair. She had a scalp lock. All her hair
except a small three inch circle at the top was removed, leaving nothing
but her smooth black scalp.

Those two women made Charlene blink twice and hold her breath for the
longest time. They also lead her attention to the other two women next to
them. One was Caucasian, another beautiful woman dressed in a pure white
leather and fur outfit that reminded her of a picture she once saw. It was
Katherine the Great, Czarina of mother Russia. This woman too had that look
of power, leadership and secrete sexual immorality about her. The costume
she wore, if put on any other woman would make them resemble a simple sexy
snow bunny. But on her, it only magnified her seductive powers and
ruthlessness egomania. Charlene felt a chill race down her spine as she
temporarily made eye contact with that woman. There was a quick psychic
connection between the two and Charlene knew right then and there, that
this was a woman born from Satan's seed.

She immediately turned her eyes to the other woman next to her and let out
a little giggle. That woman looked as if she was swallowed up by a life
size, red and white stripped candy cane. There was no doubt that a woman
was inside of it, as her sexy bomb shell like figure broadcasted it quite
distinctly. Once again Charlene felt a bit envious of this woman's well
shaped figured. A silhouette that was much more curvy than hers and whose
bosom was much more voluptuous than hers too, as they strained against the
red stripe that seemed to hold them captive. The only part of this woman
that anyone could see was her five inch, matching stripped heels and her
eyes. Another chill ran through her when their eyes met. But instead of
feeling depraved terror like she did with that devil woman, in this woman
she felt a wave of fear and helplessness. As if this woman was trying with
all her might to touch her soul and beseech her for help. And if Charlene
wasn't mistaken, a warning too. A warning of pending doom that could be
awaiting her as well.

Charlene quickly broke that momentarily psychic connection. She wrote it
off as an unsubstantiated, over creative imagination on her part. She then
continued on her quest across the room to meet the man of her dreams. A
major hunk of a man and one that she hoped reflected in real life what he
wore to the party. His costume was that of a Nubian Prince in search of
his Queen.

"Well girls, I think Charlene has the right idea. Not everyone here is into
some far out kinky lifestyle. We just have to find the ones that aren't.
AND, who just happen to be rich, and a little good looking wouldn't hurt
either." Jennifer quickly added that last part, which made the other three
smile and giggle nervously.

Jennifer then wished her friends good luck and headed off into the heart of
the party, on the prowl for her wealthy dream guy.

Karol too took off in another direction, trying to fire herself up to meet
someone who would like her for who she was and not because she would look
good tied up, covered in rubber and hanging upside down from the ceiling.

Su-Lee and Maria seem inseparable even in everyday life, let alone here at
the party. So they too headed off into the lions den, together, ready to
explore the strange and surreal people around them.

After finding the courage to take a drink from one of those bound serving
maids, and gulping it's contents straight down, the inseparable two started
to loose their unsettling demure with the costumes and antics of their
fellow party go'ers. What was once frightfully offensive became suddenly
just humorously exotic.

As the two walked from one room to the next, they would often comment to
each other on what and who they saw. They seen a woman bent over a padded
horizontal bar atop a waist high vertical pole. Her wrists and ankles where
all tied together forcing her to stick her rear end out into thin air. She
was nude except for her high heel shoes and a complete head mask in the
shape of a mule. Several people where standing far behind her and cheering
on another guest. The group of people where playing a modified form of the
old party game of "Pin the Tail on the Donkey" with this poor helpless
woman as their target. Instead of blindfolding a person and having them
"pin" a donkey's tail on her, they shot a small pointed dart with a paper
streamer attached to it at her butt using a blow gun from the other side of
the room. She already had quite a few donkey tails literally stuck into her
butt and thighs. And from the looks of the number of people standing in
line waiting for their turn, it was going to be a long painful night for
this poor woman. As a guest shot their dart into the hind quarters of the
bound woman Su-Lee and Maria could barely hear the woman screech through
her mask over the loud cheers and jeers of those playing the game. It was a
tipsy Su-Lee who made the off handed comment to Maria that 'it must be a
real pain in the ass to be the butt of someone else's joke like that'. To
which both slightly inebriated women broke up with laughter.

Maria then pulled an almost tripping Su-Lee behind her in order to take a
closer look at a wonderfully dressed woman she caught a glimpse of. That
woman was the spitting image of Elizabeth the First, Queen of England. And
she was on display, standing on a raised platform within a roped off area.
Her costume must have weighed a ton for it was composed of layer upon layer
of ornate material and sparking jewelry befitting a woman of her royal
stature. There was an uniformed security guard standing near by indicating
that her crown and other lustering baubles were in fact the real McCoy. Su-
Lee causally commented to a starry eyed Maria how difficult it must be for
such a petite woman to tolerate standing for any length of time with such a
heavy load on her.

Maria stepped right up against the velvet rope and asked the woman a
fashion question about her costume. But the woman didn't even acknowledge
her presents let alone answer her question. She simply continued to stand
erect and proud with her eyes cast out in front of her staring into space.

Maria repeated her question much louder this time, Then the security guard
caught both women's attention. He then subtly motioned off to the side
where an information display stand was. The two women walked the short
distance over to it and read what was there.

It said that the costume was authentic and now on loan to a local museum.
But tonight it was on display for the party. The costume itself was donated
to the museum by an anonymous wealthy patron of the arts. It also showed,
with a series of pictures, how the woman was used as a mannequin to display
the costume.

The first pictured show the woman standing on the pedestal in only her high
heels. She was completely void of hair, not a single strain on her entire
body, not even her eyebrows were left on. Her denuding made her look all
the more like a lifeless statue or in part a true mannequin. Su-Lee let out
a compassionate sigh as she looked into the forsaken eyes of the girl in
the picture.

The next photo showed her straddling a pipe running up between her legs and
then disappearing into her hairless pussy. She was also wearing some sort
of a thin leather straightjacket that folded and pulled her arms tightly
into the stomach area of her body. The expression on her face had changed,
for now her eyes were as big as saucers as her mouth was packed full of
white cloth, part of which was still sticking out.

The third picture showed virtually her entire body, from ankle to just
under her chin, was covered by a black leather body corset. A corset that
had steel stays running down it's entire length. The laces had been pulled
in to the max as it molded her figure into an armless and legless unmovable
female form. The corset also kept her well planted on her pipe stand too.

The next picture was a close up of her face. Or what was once her face.
Someone had wrapped it completely with white hospital tape. The cloth that
was extruding out of her mouth was now completely gone. It was forced deep
into her mouth and taped over smooth. More tape was used around her head to
force her jaws together and squashing the cloth gag and her tongue inside.
Finally, the tape was used to wrap her whole head into a smooth surface
leaving only small openings for her eyes and nose.

The fifth picture was another head shot, but this time there was a face
painted on it. The same warm smiling face that she was showing now. And if
one was not looking for it, then one would never have known that the woman
with the pleasant feminine features was really wearing a mask, a facade,
like the happy smiling face of clown while crying tears of woe underneath.

The rest of the pictures showed the girl wearing a pair of false arms and
being dressed with layer after layer of clothes. The same clothes that the
original Queen Elizabeth had worn way back when. To finish the mannequin
off a wig and jewelry were added.

Maria sigh and wondered what it would be like to wear such wonderful
clothes like that in the court of Kings and Queens back then.

All of a sudden both girls jumped in fright as the voice of a man asked
them if they were having a good time. It was the man in black, Edward. The
girls caught there breath and answered him yes, as they both began
undressing him with their eyes.

Edward bent over and whispered something into Su-Lee's ear. Her expression
lit up tremendously as if he told her she had won the million dollar
lottery. Maria had a frown on her face, feeling left out at whatever Edward
was telling her oriental friend. But soon Edward was whispering something
in Maria's ear and that too made her jump for joy. After which each woman
took one of Edward's arms as he escorted the two smiling ladies out of the
party and down a long hallway to a remote room.

Karol was doing her best in trying to find mister right. She seen Charlene
in a wonderful conversation with a very good looking Arabian Prince a
little while ago. She thought that if Charlene could find a gem in the
rough, then why not her too. That is when she caught sight of a man she
seen before, in a magazine. He was a famous doctor, a bachelor, and alone!
She was in the mitts of pumping herself up for him when all of a sudden she
heard a sharp crisp bang, like a firecracker going off behind her. She
quickly turned and looked only to get a glimpse of "who" was causing it
before the crowd obstructed her view. She saw a big blonde haired woman
wearing some fierce looking leather outfit with a short whip in her hand.

Karol's curiosity got the better of her. So she, like the others around
her, walked over to where the woman was. When she was close enough her
mouth dropped open in surprise and fright. The first thing that came to her
mind was that this Hunnish woman was right out of a Wagner opera, a real
live Valkyrie in leather and shiny steel. She was putting on a show with
three other people, a man and two women. The three were nude except for
their faces which were made-up as cats, and both women wore strap on
dildoes.

The German woman acted as lion tamer and her three assistants were her
fierce animal cats. Although they acted more like scared rabbits. No doubt
having such a potent weapon as that whip cracking around them played a
major role in their eager obedience. The woman was parading her three
human animals before the crowd like well trained pets. However, the tricks
they did were not your standard lie down, row over and beg. She was forcing
them to perform lewd and perverted sex acts. Karol watched with frightened
awe as the whip cracking leather bitch had all three quickly lying on their
sides forming a small circle on the floor. She heard the Barbarian give a
loud harsh german command and one of the noticeably shaken girls took the
guys cock in her mouth. A few more commands punctuated by another crack of
the whip had the guy wrapping his lips around the dildoe of the second
girl. And it took only one sharp word to get the second girl to take the
first girl's strap on in her mouth as well. A final dictate had all three
animals actively sucking on one another's proboscis until the perverted
crowd of voyeurs clapped and cheered with delight. The victorious leather
bitch smiled and bowed to the crowd in return. She then had her menage' a
trois change into another orifice filling and equally humiliating position.

Karol's curiosity was disturbingly satisfied and she had no desire to watch
any more. That's when she began looking for that doctor again. So intent in
finding him that she literally bumped into Edward. He excused himself for
jostling the lovely lady to which Karol was all smiles and soon forgot
about the doctor. The crowd was making a lot of noise and Edward whispered
something into Karol's ear. After which her bright eyes and full smiling
lips were accompanied by a vigorous nodding of her head. Edward presented
his arm to the agreeable lady and the two walked out of the party arm and
arm.

Jennifer was getting frustrated. She was meeting some really good looking
and wealthy guys, especially when she rubbed up against them in her black
velvet cat costume and uttering a sexy "Meeee-oowwww". But it seemed like
all the guys wanted to do was to get her alone some place and play some
weird kinky sex game with her. She was just a simple gold digging vanilla
girl looking for her equally vanilla soulmate with a hefty bank account
that's all. And after a few more obscene suggestions she was ready to call
it quits.

She was searching for her friends when she too ran into Edward. He
commented that she looked a bit disappointed, like the party was not up to
her expectations. She explained that the party was wonderful. It was just a
bit "too" much for her. He smiled and chucked to himself telling her that
he knew what she meant. He then asked her if she was looking for something
along the lines of being more "traditional". If so, he would be glad to
escort her to another area of the party where such people existed. Jennifer
jumped at his invitation telling her hostess's assistant to lead on. Edward
offer his arm to Jennifer and the two walked out of the party.

He took her down the same path he took the others as they soon came to a
door at the end of the hall. He acted the perfect gentleman and opened it
for her.

Jennifer bowed her head in a traditional lady-like response and then
entered the room. She was a bit surprised to find herself in a very large
study surrounded with tall oak shelves loaded with old books. There were
many expensive works of art in it and a sizeable well crafted oak desk too.
She was also surprised to see her four girlfriends sitting on a long
leather sofa, waiting. She turned back to the door only to find Edward
smiling with the door closed behind him. He then suggested for her to take
a seat and Madame Rouso will be with them all very soon.

Jennifer sighed and decided that resistance at this point was not a viable
alternative, especially with four more very bulky men in black standing in
the room with them. She gave Edward a gracious smile, turned, and slowly
swaggered to an open place on the sofa between a notably upset Charlene and
a hand ringing Karol. Su-Lee and Maria where once again sitting next to one
another at the end, holding each other hands and trying to maintain a calm
appearance even though their eyes showed intense anxiety.

"Well, it looks like we have been found out," whispered Jennifer to
Charlene without looking directly at her.

"Yea, and just when I had my Prince Charming all hot for my Queenly body
too. He was just about to ask me out on a date when Edward comes strolling
by saying that there was a slight accident and one of my friends was asking
for me. Boy did I get suckered into that one," replied an angry sulking
Charlene.

Karol then whispered to Jennifer her concern as to what they were going to
do now.

"Don't let them see you sweat Karol. So we crashed their party, big deal.
It's not like we robbed them or made their kinky guest upset. Just stick to
our story of looking for jobs, and don't worry. They will let us go, you'll
see. No harm done to either party." Jennifer said this with the courage of
her convictions.

Karol was about to ask Jennifer another question when the door swung open
and in walked Madame Rouso. And she was definitely not happy.

The five seating women watched as a late middle age good looking woman of
average stature, and dressed as a sexy Vampire, thundered across the room
and sat down at her desk. She didn't even look at the five women. She
opened a vanilla folder on her desk and ruffled through some papers reading
intently what was written on each.

The five girls began looking at one another with expressions on their faces
that reflected they might be in greater trouble than they expected.

Madame Rouso rested back in her leather chair staring at her desk top and
the papers scattered on top. She took a few moments in contemplation and
began to talk.

"I have gone through a lot of trouble and cost to see that my gracious
friends could attend a party so they could have fun at. A party where they
could relax and let their hair down if you will. And a party where they
would NOT be bothered by the various unsavory elements of society."

"But we where only . . ." Karol started to say when Madame Rouso's strong
voice utter one word that noticeably made each of the five girls jump in
fear.

"SILENCE!" As she stared deep and long into Karol's frighten eyes and then
did the same with the rest of the terror stricken five. Even the strong
willed Charlene looked quite shaken.

"Your reason for being here is of no importance to me. The fact that you
are here is! And the fact that I had to leave my party and my guests to
deal with the likes of you five makes it all the more worst. So before you
open your lying mouths once more, I strongly suggest that you all SHUT UP!"

The girls were stun into silence. Maria and Su-Lee were now holding both of
each other hands. Karol was on the verge of tears. Charlene was switching
from wanting to give that old rich bat a piece of her mind and making a run
for it out of fear. Jennifer held her fear in check while her mind was
riffling through what their options would be now.

"I have no desire to spend more time than I absolutely need to with the
likes of you girls. I should have you all arrested and then prosecuted to
the fullest extent of the law. Make an example of you five for all the rest
who would dare try this with me again. And being as rich and powerful as I
am, you can rest assure that each one of you will be doing hard time in a
woman's prison as a result of your folly."

The girls where obviously shaken upon hearing Madame Rouso's vengeance, as
they all started frantically whispering to one another with alarm, all
except Jennifer. She sat silently waiting for the other shoe to drop. For
if the harsh Madame Rouso wanted them arrested and in jail she would have
done so already and not waste her precious time telling them this.

"I said SILENCE!" Yelled Madame Rouso as she pounded on her desk with her
tightly clenched fist.

The girls immediately became silent cringing in their sets, except again
Jennifer.

Madame Rouso rested back in her chair and began to talk in her normal voice
once more.

"You all have trespassed on private property. AND, have forged copies of a
stolen document. So your behavior is not without it's criminal element. I
have enough on you five to certainly make your life a living hell in the
judicial system not to mention damage your reputations in the economic
sector so the only jobs you can find would be waiting tables in some greasy
spoon or bagging groceries. However . . . I am in the mood to be generous
tonight. So I will offer you a deal."

Upon hearing that all the girls were giving Madame Rouso, who literally had
their fate in her hands, their full undivided attention. Jennifer on the
other hand squeaked out a small grin. She new this was coming, the "trade
off" as it were.

"If you all volunteer, and I do mean ALL of you, for a special party event,
then I will forget your criminal act and I will not bring charges against
you."

The girls felt like fate was smiling down upon them. That there was hope
for them after all. That it was possible for them to leave this hideous
castle just like they had entered it, all free women. But it was Jennifer
who spoke out in a calm voice and asked, "And what is the nature of this
event, Madame?" She purposely lingered on the last word with noted
arrogance.

Madame found it hard to hide a small knowing smile. She knew the leader of
the bunch would make herself know soon enough, as she just did.

"It is a kind of contest if you will. Each of you will be given to a select
guest to be dressed in a costume created by them. Then the rest of the
party guests will bid on their favorites. Think of it as a kind of short
modeling career where you will be representing the creative talents of some
very extraordinary people."

"Like who, Madame Rouso?" A soft spoken frighten Karol asked.

"Let's see. There is a Mr. Carlos Sanches an up and coming fashion
designer. A Mr. Washington Renols a very rich man who deals in art
treasures across the world. He was the patron of the Queen of England
display. A Doctor F. Stein a renowned plastic surgeon and biochemical
researcher. There is a financier too whose name escapes me at the moment,
but the bottom line is this. If you do not volunteer than I will press
charges and all five of you will go to jail. If you do the modeling, then
after the event I will have nothing to do with you. Now I wasted too much
of my precious time on you girls. Decided now, or I will call the police."

The girls started to talk amongst themselves. They were all leery to what
the costumes might be considering what they saw at the party so far. But
then again what choice did they have? The girls knew of the people that
Madame Rouso talked about. And each girl was anxious to meet those people
that seem to be made for each in particular. It was none other than Dr.
Stein that Karol was so eager to meet just before Edward intervened.

As their discussion continued the consensus of the group was that they were
reluctantly going for it, except Jennifer. Jennifer didn't like the whole
set up. And taking into consideration all the omens screaming at them from
the start was just the icing on the cake for them not to do it. She tried
to bring that point up to her friends too. Maria's spirit guide, Charlene's
psychic hotline, Su-Lee's I-Ching, the bound and gagged soldier girl, even
all the weird guests attending the party with it finally culminating in
them getting caught. All these omens were predicting that things would get
worst for them if they continued on this path. But the reactions from each
of her friends were all very disagreeable. They all threw it right back at
her. They told her it was far to late for such warnings. That given their
present situation of either going to jail and ruining their lives forever
or become models for one night and thus obtain their freedom once more, the
choice was easy.

"I want your answer now girls, or do I call the police?" Madame Rouso
waited a few seconds and then picked up the phone and started dialing.

The girls really got excited now. All trying to convince Jennifer to go
along with them. Jennifer still felt that it was the wrong thing to do, but
Maria was right. The five were to close to one another for one not to go
along with the other four if they really thought it was the right thing for
them to do. So reluctantly, she agreed.

Just as Madame Rouso said the word, "Police?" Karol quickly spoke out,
"We'll do it!"

Madame Rouso hung up the phone and motioned for Edward to come to her. She
whispered something to him to which he nodded his head and then left.

"My assistant has gone to tell those parties in question to prepare for
your coming. Now my dears, who wants to be the one to volunteer as model
for Dr. Franklin Stein?"

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Part three

What sort of costumes will each of the five gold digging volunteers be
required to wear? And who will Jennifer have as her sponsor for that
special Halloween event?

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