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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 4)

                                 by Musker



"Please come in Auntie. I want to show you what I did to the girl named
Jennifer. Oh! I took the pleasure of renaming her, if you don't mind,"
asked an excited college girl with a slightly sheepish grin on her face.

"Of course not my dear. You know I gave her to you to do with whatever your
little heart's desire is." Madame put her arm around her niece as they both
began to walk to where Jennifer was waiting for them. "So, what did you
name her my dear?"

"I call her Muffee'. And isn't she just the cutest thing," the young girl
sounded with a sarcastic southern accent.

Madame looked upon Jennifer and could not believe her eyes. "Oh Olivia, she
is perfect, and cute as a button! And you did this all by yourself?"

"Most of it Auntie. I needed Edward's help in holding her down while I
drugged her. I had to, since she became so radically uncooperative when I
showed her what she was going to wear. The rest of the materials and
devices I obtained from your basement workshop and crew of diligent
workers. Without their help I could never have made Muffee' so pretty and
realistic."

"Yes, they are a good bunch. But it's you that I am so very proud of
Olivia. Your creativity has really come to light with Muffee' here. And the
name fits her perfectly too. How did you ever come up with this idea my
child?"

"Well, the sorority that I belong to recently had it's pledge drive. I was
given one of the pledges to act as a big sister to. And of course, along
with watching out for her, there was a little hazing going on as well.
Nothing as serious as this you understand, but still, I did put her through
some interesting periods of submission that made me like dominating her and
treating her like my very own pet. So, when you said I could do whatever I
wanted to Jennifer, within reason, and given your superb workshop and
extensive warehouse of great stuff, I could not let this opportunity get
away from me. That's when I decided to see how far I could go in making her
look like a dog, and then train her as such. Within the limited time
allowed me. But all things considered, and even if I do say so myself, I
really think I did a fine job of it Auntie."

"My dear niece, you have gone way beyond anything I could have imagined.
And I am amazed that you were able to obtain such notable results with
minimum outside help. I am very, VERY proud of you Olivia!" Madame took her
young niece in her arms and gave her one long intense hug. Followed by an
affectionate kiss on her cheek.

Jennifer just looked on, maintaining her steadfast position as she was
trained to do, as she was forced to do else be horribly punished. She stood
motionless on all fours with her head held in the normal position for a
dog, up and looking straight ahead. She remained very quiet and still. No
point eliciting another punishment session at the hand of that sadistic
coed brat who forced her to wear this humiliating perverted costume to
begin with.

Jennifer was gazing at the warm and congratulatory women with contempt and
fear. That's all she could do. Her options at this point were few and far
between. And Jennifer was a woman who always knew what her options were.

Choice was another characteristic of Jennifer. She was not afraid to make
them. Nor afraid to choose the lesser of evils if that's all the options
she had before her. Just like right now. Better to choose to look and act
like an obedient house pet, then to rebel and suffer the pain and agony of
physical punishment.

But choice can be taken away from a person too. Like when she first found
out what that darling little niece of Madame Rouso wanted to do to her. Her
freedom to choose soon became null and void. She tried to run and escape,
but a locked door with Edward standing in front of it quickly ended that
choice. She tried to fight instead of letting that approaching smiling girl
stick her with that hypo, but again, Edward's strong physique robbed her of
that choice as well. Even the drug took away any choice she had in
remaining awake or choosing not to be turned into the pathetic creature she
was now.

When she woke up she was still a little groggy from the lingering effects
of the drug. But her entire body felt different. Nothing seem to be as it
once was.

The first thing she noticed was her vision. She was looking straight ahead
and could see this "thing" sticking out from her face. It was obstructing
part of her field of vision. She wondered what it could be as she looked
closer at it, even crossed eyed at it. It seemed to arch over her nose and
was covered with a very short white fur. And at it's end was this little
black splotch. She thought upon it for the longest time as to what it could
be while her conscious mind was coming back to her. Then suddenly, it hit
her. She remembered the costume she was to wear. They had put it on her
while she was knocked out. And what she was now looking at was her muzzle.

She closed her eyes, hoping, wishing, praying it was all a bad dream. But
when she opened them again, her dog nose was still there. And that's when
she discovered that her nightmare had only just begun.

Another characteristic of Jennifer's personality was that she rarely cried.
Not that she didn't get emotional or have those weeping tendencies. She
just had better control over her feelings then most. And what usually did
come out was in the form of anger. Even sadness and fear became re-routed
somehow and came out in various degree's of anger. So when she found out
what they had done to her, her tears of shame and discuss were transformed
into fits of hatred and rebellion.

Her first instinct was to remove, tear or rip off that degrading piece of
pseudo animal flesh. But when she raised her hand she found it too had been
changed. In fact, her whole arm was no longer the representative of a
member who was once at the top of the evolutionary food chain. Her hand was
now a paw. She could feel how her fingers and thumb had been molded somehow
underneath her new dog skin, probably with tape. Her thumb felt like it was
taped to the side of her hand, and her fingers were bent around themselves
and taped there too. She could even feel some kind of padding placed under
them to cushion them for some reason. But the most amazing part was how it
actually looked like a dog's paw. It had the little short digits with their
corresponding claws made of rubber and painted pink. It was covered with
very short white dog hair like her snout. And when she turned it over, it
even had the dark padded area's of a dog's paw too.

In the process of moving her paw she noticed how the rest of her arm had
change into a dog's leg. Her arm was rigid, as if something stiff was
covering her elbow joint making it impossible for her to bend her arm
there. The only movement allowed her was at her shoulder and wrist area,
and even those area's seem limited in their degree of motion. The short fur
dog skin was all over her arm, except near her wrist. A white tuff of fur
surrounded her wrist as if it was a grandiose caterpillar, and just above
it was a narrow black strap with shiny metal studs around it.

She tried to use her new dog's leg to remove her snout, but it was
hopeless. She could not bend her elbow to reach it with her paw and only
ended up banging it with the side of her arm. But in so doing she found
that her muzzle was not simply rubber glued to her face. It extended into
her mouth as well. In some weird feat of special effects her muzzle was
intricately attached to her skin, lips, teeth, and to the roof of her mouth
as well. It was done so well that Jennifer though it was really a part of
her and not simply attached to her. It did not cause her any pain, maybe a
little discomfort when she tried to manipulate her lips that seemed
stretched and compress inside. But she did notice that her dog face seemed
very rigid as it only allowed her to open and close her mouth to a certain
degree.

Out of a sense of increasing frustration with her inability to remove her
dog face, she began to shake her head. That's when something flew across
her eyes, momentarily scaring her as it swiftly took away her sight and
then gave it back just as fast. She did it a couple more times concluding
that the thing causing it must have been her long floppy dog ears.

She could not take it anymore. She had to get out of there anyway she
could. She did her best to get her front legs and paws under her to raise
herself up, and it worked. But in so doing she found that her own legs had
been folded back upon themselves at the knees and held there. Thus she was
only able to stand up on all fours, like a dog. She tried to turn her head
and look what they had done to her back legs, but for some reason her neck
was stiff with little capacity to move her head around. Especially when she
tried to see her hind quarters. She also noticed how her stomach area seem
constricted like a wide belt had been pulled tight around it. She tried to
use her paw again to reach her stomach, but again it was useless. Her dog
costume would not allow even that little bit of flexibility.

Again her frustration with her situation got the better of her as she began
randomly moving this way and that way to break free of her bounds. She
tried to stretch her legs out to no avail. She tried to bend herself to
either side, but her stiff neck and stomach area would only allow her a
token effort. Then she abruptly stopped and remain still. She took the time
to rest and catch her breath, breathing heavy through her dog mouth. Her
eyes began to tear and she fought back the need to cry. Instead, she got
angry with herself and her friends for accepting Madame Rouso's deal. She
looked around her surroundings and saw a floor length mirror a few feet off
to her side.

That mirror changed her emotional state in a blink of an eye. When she saw
it, she new she wanted to look into it. Not out of some instinct for female
vanity, but to see what they had done to her and to calculate what her
options might be now. So she cautiously began to walk over to it. Her
padded front paws made it easy for her to walk on her hands. No pain and
practically no discomfort either. When she moved her rear legs and began
walking on her knees it surprised her how nice it felt. For the pain that
she had once experienced from moving on her knees in real life doing some
household chore on a hard floor was not there at all.

When she was about half way there she felt something pulling and dragging
down from her neck. She tried to move her head down low enough to see, but
whatever it was seemed to be underneath her and out of her line of sight.
She moved back a little and it soon came into her field of vision. It was a
chain, a dog chain, that no doubt ran from a collar around her stiff neck
to some unmovable fixed point that kept her from escaping. She closed her
eyes and found it hard to fight back the tears. One possible option that
she hoped was still open to her, escape, was now permanently removed. And
accepting this point was very difficult for her. But she did. She welled up
the courage, countered depression with determination and continued on to
her goal of seeing herself in that mirror.

Preoccupied with fighting that chain she soon found herself at her goal.
When she looked into the mirror, her heart stopped. She knew before hand
that she was going to look differently. She even knew she would probably
look kind of funny with that weird dog costume on. But she never thought,
when she looked into the mirror, she would not see herself at all! And what
she did see was for all intent and purposes a real dog! In fact, a dog that
surprisingly resembled a large French poodle.

Jennifer was so in awe by what she saw that she just stood there, on all
fours, starring at herself. At first she was in denial that the dog in the
mirror could really be her. So she raised her paw and so did her
reflection. Then she shook her head, and the full complete dog head
followed suit. The dog head with the long floppy ears of tightly packed
white fur on one side. The dog head with another tuff of white fluffy fur
on top of it's head just like a real poodle. And the dog head wearing a
wide black leather collar encrusted with chrome studs that was tethered by
the same chain Jennifer was previously toiling with. Somehow, this same
realistic dog head was now hers.

She moved to the side so she could see more of her body and found the
surreal image of her dog-self was carried on back there too. On her
shoulders, back and chest was a froth of white fur shaped into a large
ball. She could even see her bare nipples poking out from it as they were
painted a bright hot pink just like her claws. Around her middle was not a
tight belt as she first thought, but a very constricting leather waist
cinch that was also studded with chrome inserts in a fashionable design.

Her rear end had more of the same. Each leg was doubled up on itself and
covered with more of that white short haired dog skin. Her feet had somehow
been turned and forced to remain over her butt cheeks. And they were kept
hidden from sight under that same dog skin. Her butt cheeks as well as part
of her hips and upper thighs were again covered in round froths of white
fur. One for each side leaving the crack of her ass and pussy in plain
view. And her knees seem to match her front dog legs with fake padded paws
attached to them, hot pink colored claws and all. There was another
caterpillar like tuff of fur around her hind leg just above each fake paw.
And another narrowed studded black leather strap above that tuff of fur.
The only thing missing, to Jennifer's relief, was her tail. But when her
eyes rose and seen another reflected image in the mirror, of that girl
holding a long tail with a ball of white fur at the end of it, she knew
that one item was soon to be rectified.

The girl, the same girl with the hypo, was smiling happily at her with a
little twinkle in her eye.

Jennifer immediately twisted around intent on attacking her. Except, that
in the process of turning around, her dog chain caught one of her four legs
causing her to fall to the floor on her side. She quickly tried to get up,
but because she was not use to her new canine existence she became more
entangled with the chain instead. The harder she tried, the more helpless
she became. And her antics to set herself free was making Olivia laugh, and
laugh, and laugh at her. That's when it all became too much for Jennifer as
she broke down sobbing to herself in complete passivity.

She remembered how Olivia, the cause of her demise from the ranks of human
being to that of beast, dropped down to her knees and help set her free
from her self imposed bondage. But once she was free, Olivia's benevolence
turned vicious as she pulled up hard on Jennifer's chain leash until they
were looking at one another eye to eye. Then Olivia read her the riot act.
In short, if she wanted to get through the night with the least amount of
pain and suffering, then she will obey her in ANYTHING and EVERYTHING she
command her to do. The fear that Jennifer felt chilling through her quickly
turned into raged when she yelled back at the girl FUC....

That's all that came out. When the beginning word came out, Jennifer was
immediately hit with an extremely painful electric shock that caused her
body to cringe like a meek scolded dog in submission.

Once again Jennifer heard the hated laughter of that girl Olivia. Followed
by the sarcastic remark of what a stupid bitch she was. Olivia then
informed her new doggie that unless she gave her the command to speak,
Jennifer would automatically be punished by her shock collar for doing it
on her own. Olivia made it all to clear that any attempt by Jennifer to act
on her own free will would result in her being severely punished. Then in
an arrogant pompous tone Olivia declared that Jennifer was hence forth to
think and act like a dog. A dog that would obeyed her Mistress's commands
quickly, explicitly and faithfully, whatever they would be. And if Jennifer
did not accept her new lot in life, then she would meet with unrelenting
pain until she did. Olivia left Jennifer with only one choice to make.

With tears she could not stop running down her fur covered cheeks Jennifer
reluctantly made that choice too. Her dignity as a human being would be
sacrificed to save her from further physical torture. And given the fact
that it would be for only a short period of time, as Madame Rouso promised,
it was a choice she prayed she could live with in the interim. Not knowing
herself, the depths of perversion that Madame Rouso's niece was truly
capable of.

After that, it all seemed like a dream. A too vivid nightmare was more like
it. She was told that her new name was Muffee', the kinky French poodle.
And she was to respond to it with vigor and an instinctive eagerness to
please. She was then told to rise and turn her butt to her Mistress. It was
time for her to finish Jennifer's poodle costume.

Jennifer felt and watched the happy evil face of her Mistress in the mirror
as she pushed the plug that held her poodle's tail mounted to it into her
rectum. Most of the time Jennifer kept her eyes close. Experiencing someone
diddling with her waste hole was bad enough, but watching them having fun
at it was something she just could not bare to witness.

She then felt her Mistress playing with her nether lips. Tracing her
fingers around her labia. Using her finger tips to stimulate her clit. And
then thrusting her fingers in and out of her pussy hole, fucking her, one
finger after another until Jennifer began to feel the first wave of sexual
arousal forming.

That's when Jennifer lost it. She was not going to associate a deeply
humiliating and dehumanizing experience with something she enjoyed to the
very depths of her being. So she rebelled.

This time the electric shock came from her butt plug and took her down to
the floor post haste. Again the girl laughed and yelled at her, calling her
"BAD DOG" and "Bad Muffee'" in between her other assorted dominating jeers.
A few quick shocks that followed soon had Jennifer back on all fours with
her Mistress continuing where she left off. Her choice to strike back went
all for naught. And a lingering pain remained in her over stuffed bung hole
to boot. Jennifer decided not to fight back anymore. The advantage was too
great in favor of her Mistress. So she made the choice to accepted her
short term destiny as the well trained kinky French poodle named Muffee',
orgasm and all.

What followed was nothing short of a quick course in becoming a well
trained house pet. Mistress Olivia had Jennifer performing all the standard
tricks on command; sit, roll over, play dead, shake hands, beg and bark.
She was even trained to heel next to her Mistress as they walked around the
room. She stopped when Olivia came to a stop. She sat when Olivia remained
standing. And she even allowing her Mistress to stroke and intimately
fondle her whenever she wanted.

One time Jennifer's response was not quick enough and she was given another
shock. That's when Jennifer found out that at end of her leash, in the
hands of her Mistress, was the control mechanism. Too far and much too hard
for her to get at. Again, another option, another choice, was taken away
from her.

Then Madame Rouso entered the room. Now the two evil hearts came to a
meeting of minds in how her niece transformed the girl Jennifer into the
pretty kinky bitch called Muffee'. Muffee', the well trained French poodle
for Madame to show off with at the party. She watched with pleading eyes as
Olivia gave the end of her leash to her Aunt informing her how it worked.
In the process she shocked Jennifer, who let out a loud yelp. She wanted to
demonstrate to her Aunt how effective said device was in keeping Muffee'
under control. All at Jennifer's expense.

Madame Rouso hugged her niece and thanked her for such a wonderful gift.
She said how sorry she was that her niece could not stay for the party. For
Olivia had to leave right away if she was going to catch the last flight
that was taking her back to college.

The two women said their tender good-byes with hugs and kisses. Olivia took
a moment to pet and hug Muffee' good-bye too. Something Jennifer was glad
to see happen. Especially when she felt Olivia quickly finger her wet pussy
hole before she left.

After Olivia was gone Madame told Jennifer to "Heel!" The two then walked
out together on their short trip back to the party with Muffee' keeping
pace on all fours at her Mistress's side just like she was trained to do.

The party was in a boisterous cheery mood with the guests having a fabulous
time. Madame Rouso was making the rounds, greeting more and more of her
joyful guests. And with each new meeting, her guests had nothing but
wonderful compliments for their Hostess. They showered Madame with praise
for the elaborate party, for the kinky and magnificent artistic displays,
and especially for her new pet pooch Muffee'.

Each time Madame Rouso and Muffee' met someone, that person found it
necessary to reach down and pet, stroke and talk down to Jennifer as if she
really was a dog. And of course Madame made sure Muffee' responded in kind.
Sometimes raising her paw to shake their hand. Sometimes having to bark on
Madame's command. And sometimes made to perform any number of humiliating
and embarrassing tricks that Olivia trained her to do before leaving.

A few times Jennifer had to sit up and beg, to which a guest would drop a
piece of their food into her dog's mouth. She knew if she didn't chew and
swallow it that Madame would shock her, as the intense look in Madame's
eyes proclaimed. Oh yes, Jennifer played the part of the perfect submissive
woman who loved being transformed into a well heeled puppy dog to the hilt.
After all, it was her choice to do so after all.

As Madame maneuvered Jennifer on all fours through the crowd they seemed to
linger around a few special displays. They stayed just long enough for
Jennifer to take a good long look at them before Madame ordered her pet to
heel. But before they left she told Muffee' how impolite it was for her not
to say good-bye to her fellow gold digging party crasher like that. And
then commanded a bug eyed Jennifer to bark her good-byes to each one of
them. And just to make sure Jennifer knew who she was starring at Madame
called out each of them by their names. She pointed out Charlene the golden
mummy queen, who was on a small rotating platform surrounded by velvet
ropes and drenched in lights that made her look all the more dazzling in
her imprisoned cloth wrappings with vibrating, and shocking, hole fillers.
And there was top hat and tails Su-Lee, on her Scare Crow perch amongst a
few pumpkins and bails of hay. Jennifer could not believe how her friend
was forced to perform a little scare dance for them. And when she seen the
dildoe that plugged her pussy and the size of the clamps that hung from her
strain nipples Jennifer gasped in fear and sorry for her dear friend's
plight.

They soon came upon a kinky maid serving smokes and mints to the guests.
Jennifer tried not to look at her for whomever this woman was Jennifer
could tell that she was in pain. Not only from having her arms pulled
agonizing together behind her back, nor from the way her body seemed to
jerk now and then when she stood quietly too long in one place, but from
how the guests used her lighter and mint prongs that hung from her nipples.
It looked as if the guests didn't care how much pain they caused this woman
as they grabbed and pulled the dangling utensils without a second thought.
She even watched in horror as two guests were playing tug of war with this
girl as each tried to pull said items in their own direction first. The
poor girl was twisting from one side to the other as her nipples and
breasts were pulled in whatever direction the dominant party was at the
time. Madame herself used the tongs roughly as she first took a mint for
herself and then for her human pet. To which Jennifer was force to take,
chew and swallow it. Then Madame told Muffee' to thank the Pumpkin Maid
Maria for said treat. Jennifer instinctively barked back with the last bark
lingering as she came to realize that it was her Hispanic friend that was
being literally torture to insanity like this.

But again, Madame quickly led her pet away, not wasting time in any one
place, on any one person, or on any one tormented friend of Jennifer's.
That's when they came upon a little drama going on. It was Dr. Stein who
was standing out to the side with a small remote control in his hand while
he was anxiously putting his latest creation through her paces.

Jennifer didn't need Madame to tell her who the weird looking girl was. She
already knew it had to be Karol. Had to be, because the girl bent over
giving head to one stationary dildoe while thrusting her pussy up and down
on another stationary one could be none other then her dear Swedish friend.
Karol was the one who immediately volunteered as a model when she heard
Madame say the name Dr. Franklin Stein. He was the man she wanted to meet
before Edward pulled the wool over her eyes and usher her to Madame Rouso's
den. The same doctor who shaved her head, enhanced her breasts, lips and
pussy, and then covered her flesh with a peach colored glistening goo that
made her move like a sex hungry robot. In fact, there was a sign suspended
from the ceiling with the words "The Functioning Rubber Sex Doll of Dr.
Franklin Stein". And Karol was definitely dressed for the part what with
her sexy red lingerie. Lingerie that framed and left open her big bouncing
breasts and full tight pussy. She was also wearing a pair of five inch
matching red sandals and a florescent red page boy wig that made her look
all the more synthetic and bimboish.

It saddened Jennifer greatly to watch her friend perform all manners of
dildoe humping and sucking at the hands of that evil doctor in front of a
large cheering crowd. A crowd who literally begged to sample said dolls big
pouting lips on their own real throbbing thing. Jennifer was glad when
Madame moved away from that scene for her breaking heart could not take
much more.

After a few more minutes of greeting guests, Jennifer watched as Edward
approached Madame and whispered something to her. Madame then shook her
head yes and Edward was gone.

A few minutes later Madame was sitting in a chair with Jennifer on her
haunches next to her. Occasionally Madame would reach over and
affectionately stroke her pets head or hold her hand out with a choice
morsel in it that Jennifer was force to take in her dog mouth. Soon Edward
came up to Madame again, whispered in her ear and then vanished.

Madame looked over to her pet and said, "Well Muffee', it's time for that
special event that I promised you girls earlier. Are you ready for it my
cute little doggie?" Madame kept stroking Jennifer's head as if she were
sorry to be loosing her dear obedient pooch.

Jennifer was very anxious to hear that. For it marked the beginning of the
end of her and her friends overwhelming torment. And with it, their freedom
was right around the corner. She could not stop herself from barking back
in affirmation that she was more then ready for such an event to begin.

Madame chuckled out loud when she heard her dog girl bark so zealously to
get started. Madame found it amazing how well her niece had trained this
human animal to respond so unquestionably to her new role. She would have
to write to her niece and tell her how good she really was in making
Jennifer into a first class pooch. But right now, it was time for the big
event to begin.

Madame stood up, jerked the leash once and said out loud "Heel Muffee'",
and the two walked off to another part of the party.

When they came to a small stage Jennifer could see three of her girlfriends
already there. Each was bound to vertical posts with no more than a couple
of feet separating them. In front of each was a nude picture of them before
they were each made to wear their Halloween costumes from hell. At one end
was a picture of Karol and an empty post with leather straps dangling from
it. Obviously the good doctor was not quite through with his human sex toy
yet.

Next to that empty spot was Charlene, or mummy Charlene, minus all the gold
Egyptian artifacts. A single strap around her middle kept her from
accidentally falling over. And if one looked close, through the eye holes of
this mummy, they could see something of a waiting calm that reflected an
ordeal that longed to be over with.

To her right was the Pumpkin Maid Maria. Her tray and pumpkin mask were
gone as well as her nipple utensils, but the rest of her attire, and muscle
aching bondage, was still on. Including the pole that kept the associated
dildoe firmly in her pussy, minus any electric shock. One could see a
thankfulness in her eyes for that little favor. But her mouth still
remained forced open by that unforgiving pear gag. A painful gag that her
straining lips and aching jaws testified to and that her posture collar did
little to relieve. But Jennifer could see it in her eyes too. That look of
quiet waiting that echoed their torment was about to end.

And then there was Su-Lee, the scare crow from the city. Her top hat and
canvas painted face was now gone leaving just her fully taped up head with
their corresponding tiny holes for air and tunnel vision. She was still
mounted on her perch, but now her arms were strapped securely to her body
and her legs strapped together and to the pole. The same pole that kept her
a few inches hovering above the ground and a pair of dildoes stuffed fully
inside of her. Her nipple clamps were removed, but instead of finding
relief Su-Lee found more pain as the blood that rushed back to nurture them
back to life caused her excruciating pain in the process. Even though she
was in a state of bitter distress she still knew freedom was but a hair's
breath away.

Jennifer was lead to her place now, just behind her full length nude
picture. A picture that everyone could see who this kinky French poodle
girl was in real life. She noticed that her place in line did not have a
post for her to be tied to. Instead, there was a small saw horse for her to
straddle and be strapped to. While a few of Madame's cohorts were securing
her into position she saw Karol coming on stage. The Doctor was right
behind her with all smiles as he manipulated his control box so Karol could
be put into position. Karol acted really weird. All her body movements were
very stiff and jerky as if she was acting like a Frankenstein's monster or
something. But it wasn't long before both Jennifer and Karol were secured
in position with Karol's big fat lips surrounding a blown up penis gag.

Madame Rouso was now standing behind a podium ready to address the guests.

"Good evening to one and all on this most festive occasion!" Madame was
full of energy and big smiles as she began talking to the mass of people
before her.

"Tonight we have something different for you all. Tonight, I am proud to
present to you FIVE beautiful women. Women who have willingly accepted the
chance to model five unique and most creative costumes by five of my most
dearest friends. One of which was created by my darling niece, who was
unable to be with us tonight."

The crowd of people were smiling back at Madame with devoted heighten
interest. They suspected something was about to be revealed to them from
the way their hostess was acting and none of them wanted to miss it.

"Tonight you are all lucky to experience a SPECIAL EVENT! An event brought
about by the good heart of these five women here on stage. How about a
round of applause for our five selfless ladies."

The crowd began clapping their hands with eager zeal. They knew not what
the special event was, but they knew Madame Rouso. And if she said it was
special, and that they were lucky enough to be here for it, then they were
all on pins and needles to find out what it was.

"The special event to which these five ladies have volunteer for tonight is
this. From tonight until Christmas Eve these five beautiful and most
unselfish young women have volunteered to become SLAVES to the highest
bidder. In short, tonight's SPECIAL EVENT, is a SLAVE AUCTION!"

The crowd momentary paused for said words from Madame's high spirited voice
to sink in. Then the crowd broke out in a thunderous round of applause with
hoots and hollers. They were all enthusiastically looking forward to such a
special event. All except the five former gold diggers. They were trying
their best to free themselves or to yell back NO! Even Jennifer tried to
speak in a normal human tongue only to be repeatedly shocked before she
could get more than a single syllable out of her dog mouth.

"Ladies and gentleman, the rules are simple. The highest bidder will
receive the slave girl of their choice from tonight until Christmas Eve,
where upon, she will be returned back here for my Christmas party and set
free. Thus, you are bidding on RENTING these fine young women for a
duration of about a couple of months. During that time you may do anything
you like to them, and with them. EXCEPT, kill, mutilate, infect with
disease or drive them insane. So mark my words one and all. If such actions
as I have just mentioned should befall any of these precious gems, I
promise you, you will incur my total relentless wrath upon you. Make no
mistake ladies and gentleman. I am one, nasty, mother fuck'n bitch that you
DON'T want to deal with."

A long series of Ouu's and Ahh's echoed through the crowd. The people were
smiling while they were saying it, but they all knew that Madame Rouso was
serious and a woman of her word. And not to be toiled with under any
circumstances.

"And with that my honored guests. LET THE AUCTION BEGIN!" Madame raised her
arms up in a display of glorious victory.

The crowd cheered, applaud and celebrate Madame's special event with her.

The five bound girls were in complete turmoil. They were conned, trapped
and soon to be sold like live stock to whoever had the money to buy them.
And only after that would their nightmare truly begin.

Madame walked off the stage as a man in a business suit walked on. He was
the auctioneer. He stepped to the podium and used his gavel several times
to bring order to the auction. When he spoke, he had a little introduction.
He told the crowd who he was and whom he represented. He reiterated the
rules of the auction to which Madame had already told them. And he told the
guests how the auction was to be carried out. The girls were to busy
moaning and trying to free themselves to pay any attention to what the man
was saying.

The man hammered the gaveled down and proclaimed that the auction will
commence. He read off the statistics of the first item, Karol. He made
several inferences to Karol's nude picture as he told the crowd of her
height, weight, figure, full name, her profession, everything that Madame's
staff was able to obtain about Karol in the short time they were given, he
told the guests. He also told them who was responsible for Karol's costume
tonight and all the particulars about her short lived enhancements too.
Karol couldn't believe all the information they had on her. Private and
confidential information that included a recent blood test she took.

The man then said in a clear loud voice that the bidding will start at ten
thousand dollars. A voice in the center of the group quickly replied twenty
thousand dollars. Then another off to the side yelled fifty thousand. More
voices, higher, more rapid bidding until they slowly tapered off until the
auctioneer said, "One million, seven hundred and fifty thousand dollars
going once! One million seven hundred and fifty thousand dollars going
twice! SOLD, to the man on the far right for one million seven hundred and
fifty thousand dollars!" He then sealed the deal with the pounding of his
gavel. The crowd all clapped their hands in congratulation to the man for
being top bidder. Karol could hardly believe what just happened to her.
She had been sold to a man for an outrageous amount of money for god knows
what. And for the next two months she was his property, a slave forced to
do his bidding. Tear after tear began running down her rubber coated
cheeks.

Charlene was next. The man followed the same procedure. The bidding was
more fierce this time. The crowd had their first taste at buying a human
being and they liked it!

When the gavel was heard again, Charlene was sold for two million dollars.
The crowd cheered again as Charlene sizzled in her wrappings. She promised
to herself that she would not go easy into the night. For who ever bought
her, she would fight them and do whatever was required of her to make her
new owner regret ever bidding on her, let alone buying her for said
duration.

Next in line was poor Maria. She too was in a state of disbelief as to what
was happening to her and her friends. And like them she was helpless to do
anything about it. Before the auctioneer could finish his sentence as to
what the opening bid was, a woman from the center of the crowd yelled out
two million five hundred thousand dollars. Everyone in the room was
flabbergasted. The auctioneer, the five pieces of property bound on stage,
even Madame Rouso was caught off guard for a moment. But as soon as she saw
who it was, she smiled. The auctioneer went through his procedure of once,
twice, and sold for two million five hundred thousands dollars. This time
only a few people clapped their hands. For the rest of the guests were a
bit upset with this woman. Granted, most would never have the money or
courage to actually be the top bidder, but at least they could have lived
their perverted fantasy of actually taking part in trying to buy another
human being like cattle. And this joyous fantasy was now robbed from them
by that woman.

When the auctioneer mentioned that the next item was an oriental woman
named Su-Lee, that same woman yelled out "THREE MILLION DOLLARS". The crowd
was noticeably upset. They were all muttering under their breaths how
uncouth and discussing that woman was. The auctioneer was beside himself.
Never had this sort of thing happened to him. He looked over to Madame
Rouso for guidance. Madame was simply smiling as if she knew something that
no one else knew about that woman who made that outlandish bid. Madame
nodded her head as if to tell the man to continue. He quickly nodded back
in affirmation. Then after clearing his throat he spoke out in a more than
normal voice, "Three million going once, three million going twice, SOLD
for three million dollars." His gavel sounded the end of that item. Su-Lee
was still with fright and confusion. Why would anyone pay that much for
her? In comparison to the other three she was the runt of the litter. But
something was gnawing at her. That woman's voice, she heard it before, but
she could not remember where.

The man went to the final item. When he spoke the girls name he paused. He
was waiting to see if that woman was going to make another bid. And when
she didn't he took a deep breath and exhaled with relief. The audience
echoed his released as they too began to get back into the fun of things.
All except Jennifer, she did not see any pleasure in this what-so-ever, as
her squeaking leather straps supported her increasing bent up anger and
frustration to escape.

Again, the bidding was fast and furious culminating in two people bidding
against one another. The time between each bid grew longer and longer. The
drama was building as to which one would buy the pretty dog girl on stage.
A final bid was heard to which the auctioneer said, "Three million going
once. . . Three million going twice. . ." Just as the man was about to say
sold, a strong manly voice from the very back of the room yelled out, "FOUR
MILLION DOLLARS!"

Everyone looked to the back with startled faces. Even Madame looked out
with a concerned look on her face. But the auctioneer maintained his
emotional control as he repeated the following words with zeal, "FOUR
MILLION DOLLARS going once! . . . FOUR MILLION DOLLARS going TWICE!" A long
pause of complete silence permeated the entire room. "SOLD! to the man at
the back of the room for FOUR MILLION DOLLARS!" He banged his gavel down
ending that transaction. He banged it a second time and told the audience
the auction had been completed.

The guests began clapping and congratulating the man who bought the kinky
French poodle named Muffee' for an obscene amount of money for such a short
period of time.

When Madame appeared on stage again the crowd went wild with embellished
compliments for a night that will live on forever in their memories. Madame
tried the best she could to calm her guests, but they were all too carried
away with delight to simmer down. Madame was almost in tears when her
friends finally relented.

"My friends, you have made this party a wonderful success, far beyond any
expectations I had. Those who have bought said ladies, please inform my aid
Edward as to how you wish to transport your property so he can see to it
being carried out. To all of you, you are all welcomed to stay and further
enjoy yourself, but the end of this slave auction has officially ended the
Halloween party too. Any help you may need in getting home or if you wish
to spend the night please feel free to ask any of my staff and they will be
more than happy to help you. For now, I thank you all for coming to my
party, and I wish you all good luck and safe travels back to your abode.
Goodnight to you all, my dearest friends."

Again, a round of applause filled the room in gracious appreciation to
Madame Rouso for inviting them to such an eventful holiday event.

The applause soon died down and the people began to leave.

Madame turned and approached the five young ladies who had just been sold
into slavery. She looked upon each of them with a big smile on her face and
a twinkle in her eye. She then addressed them.

"Well my dears, I do believe you never thought that you would be the center
attraction of a slave auction, now did you? I grant you, I may have mislead
you a bit in being ambiguous as to what the "special event" was to be. But
then again, it's HALLOWEEN, and just think of it as my little surprise, or
my way of "tricking" you all. And along with that trick you will be glad to
hear that there is a "treat" to go with it. The specified sum of money that
was used to buy each of you, is yours. Yes my dears, the millions of
dollars will be yours when you are brought back to me for my Christmas
party. Then you will be given your freedom and the money, in full, tax
free. More money than you could ever make or see in your entire lifetime.
But I dare say, what is waiting for each of you in the interim may make
that sum seem less then flattering when it is all over with. But then
again, you all brought it down upon yourselves. And as I said to my honored
guests, I am one, nasty, mother fuck'n bitch that you DON'T want to deal
with, EVER! As you now can tell. In saying that, I am going to keep one
part of our deal. As I said to you earlier. After the event, I will have
nothing to do with you. So, I wish you all good luck ladies, and good-bye."

Madame turned and left the stage as a group of men and women walked on.
Each small group responsible for their own slave girl in getting them ready
for shipment as per the requirements of their new owners.
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Part 5

The new owners are revealed and so are their plans.

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