Let’s Seal the Deal a Halloween Party Ambush
by (Hidden)
Horror Story: Jenna Blake married her husband for a reason, and it wasn’t love. Tonight, his boss arrives at the Halloween party to ruin him in front of his friends. Gavin has a surprise of his own, and a wife holding the leash. Nobody planned on the thing that followed Zohn Zaverie home from Zanzibar. Costumes, blackmail, bad decisions, and a marriage that runs on fear. Somebody’s getting bent over before the night is out.
Caution: This Horror Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Coercion NonConsensual Rape BiSexual Fiction Horror Paranormal Humiliation Rough Sadistic Snuff Anal Sex Cream Pie Masturbation Oral Sex Pegging .
April 28th, Somewhere at Sea
“Take that, faggot boy,” Jenna says, pounding her big strap-on up Gavin’s ass. She holds him down, dominating and demeaning him while she fucks his shitter.
“What are?” she asks.
“You’re sissy boy.”
“Where do you like it?”
“Up my poop-shoot and down my throat,” he answers.
Holding him down by the scruff of his neck, she slams deep. “Cum.”
And he does for the umpteenth time.
“I never knew until you told me I’m a goddamn faggot. If it gets out, I’m ruined at my work.”
“Don’t worry, Gav, I’ll keep your secret. Marry me?”
“Oh, yes.”
Withdrawing with a slurp, she forces him to clean it and fucks his throat.
Afterward, she goes about preparing an injection while he rests on the king-sized bed of his cabin.
“What’s that?”
“Vitamin B12.”
“Why do you take it?” he asked.
“Not me, you.”
“Why?”
Turning to him, she locks her eyes with his. “Because when I tell you something, you do and don’t question me. Unless you want everyone at your company to know you’re a sissy-boy.”
“I didn’t mean anything by it. The thing is ... yeah ... the thing ... it’s so fast. You seduce me...”
“You want me to...”
“Oh, yes, I did. But I didn’t realize I was gay at that point.”
“Hush, little prick.”
“I know it is. OUCH.”
“I meant the shot fuckwad.”
“Oh. Mmm, why am I floating in the air?”
“Concentrate on my voice, the words as I say them; you’ve got to let your burden go.” Kissing his head, she says, “But my love, it’s only a vitamin. The rest is all in your head. Listen,” and goes through her hypnosis routine. Once she’s done, she gives instructions.
“You’ll not remember the shot, or that I told you— you were gay. You told me, because you just realized, you wanted to be fucked in your ass while we were dancing. Do you understand?”
“Oh, yes, anything you say.”
“You love me more than anything...” on and on she went. “Now, tell me all about the company you work at, what your duties are, who the owner/operator is, and where he’s from.”
“Yes, Ms. Jenna Gwendolyn.”
Two days later they were married at sea. Not quite 48 hours after she asked him to dance.
October 31st Halloween Night
The moon wanes in the sky over the metropolis. A party, in a cul-de-sac off of Maple, is going full-bore. Drinking and dancing can lead to the most interesting of things.
Above, in the pale light of the waning moon, an enormous bat-like creature circles, having flown off the back of one of the guests. It waits for its Mistress’s call. Yearning, as it often does, to plunge its permanently engorged cock, into a man’s anus.
All Hallowed Eve always lets its Evil lose on someone.
Case in point, Zohn Zaverie, employer of the host of the party, has a bone to pick with his employee. Embezzler Gavin Blake has a surprise of his own planned for Zaverie. And Gavin’s wife, Jenna, is a massive part of the plan.
But is djinn for one of them, or another partier under the darkening moon? The creator controls the creation. It’ll know when it knows.
But alas, as the Scots say, the best-laid schemes o’ Mice an’ Men,
Gang aft agley. Translation: The best-laid plans of mice and men often go awry. This creature from African folklore has followed Zohn Zaverie home from his recent visit to his birthplace in Africa.
All the way home, this whiff of shit, sex, and death lingers in the air. It reminds him of the bat-wing creature of the Swahili tribe. This creature originated in that tribe and was, according to legend, formed from the mud of a river by the hand of a white, eternal witch to punish homosexuals. She also created AIDS.
What utter balderdash, he thinks.
The party is still going strong at 10:30, and Zohn plans on ruining things when he confronts Gavin with his theft. Why fire someone when you can humiliate them in front of their friends and a few coworkers? A public shaming is always better than a simple firing and having the cops haul them away in handcuffs.
Zaverie plans to turn tables, get his money back, and lock Gavin into forced servitude.
“Hey, Zohn, are you having a good time?” Jenna asks.
“Not as good as I’m going to have. Tell me, do you know about your husband stealing from me?”
“I’m more of a white, neglected shadow than his mate. I’m sure you know what a philanderer he is, don’t you?”
“Only the gossip at work.”
Jenna glances around the room, turns back to Zohn, and says, “Let’s make him pay the old-fashioned way.” Stretching up on her tippy-toes, she kisses Zohn’s cheek. “Come with me, let me show you how a white redhead can get even with her worthless husband.”
As far as plans go, this one shows promise.
Ruin is life, and steal his wife.
“How ‘bout we do it in his material bed?”
“Perfect,” Jenna says. They slip upstairs unnoticed.
Guiding Zohn to a large straight-backed armchair, which has a strong throne vibe, she strips him out of his Pharaoh costume. Taking his place on the throne, he watches as she slowly pulls down the side zipper of Jessica Rabbit’s costume. Once it’s undone, the dress stays in place.
Then Jenna peels the tight-fitting dress down her curvaceous body. Revealing her tight tummy, natural, firm breasts, erect nipples, and a landing strip patch of red hair pointing his way to her sweet nectar.
“Well, fuck me, with a trophy wife like you, why stray?”
“Silly, willy, he’s gay. You’ve got the wrong idea about me, Mr. Zaverie. I’m not bad, I’m just drawn that way,” she says as she giggles. “Mmm, I see you like what you see.”
Spreading his feet, Zohn takes his cock in his hand and strokes it. “Why are you with him?”
“He makes me laugh, he spends money on me, he only dines at the Y, and I don’t have to do a fucking thing to please him. Ours is a ... hum, business arrangement. He makes me money, or steals it, and I spend it. I don’t even have to peg the motherfucker.”
“So, you hate him.”
“Goodness, great-balls of fire, no. I love Gav. But we’ve been married six months; in all that time, I haven’t sucked a cock or fucked a man. I miss it. And you’re mad at him. In all likelihood, you’re going to send him to jail unless we can make an equitable compromise.”
“So he sent you.”
“Of course not. And he isn’t smart enough to get all that fucking money out undetected. When you hadn’t caught on in six months, I had to make a mistake to get your attention.”
“Well, one irregularity led to my accountants finding $300,000 gone! Vanished as if by magic. I’m naturally angry.”
“Three hundred thousand, shit, try 12.7 million.”
“What?” Rising, he takes one step toward her.
“Sit your ass down, Mister. What I’ve done for him, I can do for you.”
Stunned, Zohn plops down on the throne.
Sitting in a chair near the throne, she removes one of her heels and rubs the inside of his thigh. Placing her foot on his prick, she massages him up and down.
“Beside you, on the table, is some lube; put some on your cock.” He does, and she strokes him. “Now, before we fuck, and yes, we’re going to make love— as we seal the deal, you better cum on my foot. Don’t take too long; you won’t like me when I’m bored.”
“Okay, Jenna, Jessica Rabbit, tell me something that’ll impress me. Oh, shit, something, oh god, better, fuck, more so than this. Damnit, how the fuck did you do that to me?” As he said, he continued to climax, spraying more seed than he remembers doing ever.
“Clean your goo off my foot.”
Dropping to his knees, for the first time in his life, he worships a woman’s foot.
“Black Superman, my pasty, pale white ass. No one is immune to a superior woman’s charms.”
“Okay, is that enough?”
“Sit on your throne. First, I know all about you. I knew all about you before I ... hum ... how best to describe the series of events. Oh, yeah, I tricked Gav into marrying me to get at you.”
“Well, that’s a tad disconcerting.”
“You came from Africa fifteen years back, working with a Russian mobster. Man, did you take that sucker to the cleaners.”
“Gavin doesn’t know that.”
“Don’t interrupt me! I have my ways.”
“Okay.”
“You wiped him out, taking all the cash, murdering him and all his men. Under the radar, aided by the alagators, you purchased a white man’s business. It isn’t entirely legit. Only it didn’t cost you a dime, since he was dead, and you used his money to fake the purchase.”
Her confidence impresses him. She’s standing there, in all her naked glory, dressing him and telling him his secrets, unafraid of retaliation. Which, he assumes, means the evidence of his crimes is somewhere safe.
“Next, you stole your new partner’s wife, for a season, bankrupted his company, and moved on. Didn’t kill that lucky bastard. And the wife, fuck me blind, she’s back with him. This taking other men’s wives, white wives, that’s a recurring theme in your kingdom.”
“I love to humiliate white men.”
“Me too. Black ones, brown ones, yellow and red too. Shall I proceed?”
“We could fuck first.”
“Naw, I gave you taste. Believe it or not, I love my husband. If I need to protect him, I might bash him in the head and hide him in the trunk. Isn’t that true love? Being willing to hurt the one you love to save him?”
“Somehow, as fucked up as that sounds, it may be the best definition of love I’ve ever heard.”
“Well, darling black man with the raging hard-on, I’ll be brief. This business isn’t 100% legit either. Now, on paper it is, but all the illegal money is funneled through it. And, lovely man, 2.7 million isn’t a tenth of what you’re funneling through it.”
Leaning forward, she touches his ball, and his cock shoots a spray of spunk up his chest.
“FUCK. How in hell...”
“Shush, don’t be such a baby. There’s wipes next to the lotion.”
As he cleans himself and his prick softens, he asks, “What is your suggestion?”
“The paperwork is ready for your signature. You make me the vice president in charge of distributions and acquisitions, and I’ll do you right. All those funds, and a lot more, can be placed into my shell company offshore. As an added bonus, I’ll give you, that is, give you, Scott-free, 49% interest in Gwendolyn Investment Corp.”
“I’ve already made a 12 million-plus investment in it.”
“As of today, my company is worth 52 billion. The value of your investment is roughly five thousandths of one percent, not so much as a drop in my bucket. Do you want it back?”
“Well, I guess not.”
“Smart man.”
“Listen, not that I doubt you, but you’re only 23 years old. How did you get that much money?”
“I inherited some, stole a lot, did the odd hit here and there, and murdered anyone who might rat me out. In short, I’m as ruthless as you, smarter than you, and willing to kill you where you sit and take over if we don’t make a deal. Gav, come on in now.”
Through the north wall, Popobawa enters the room. Fluttering its wings, he lands in the darkness of the adjoining space between the walk-in closets. The reek assaults Zaverie’s senses. He ignores it.
Gavin moves into the room, popping out of a panel in the wall. In his hand, a silenced .45 automatic, taking aim at the king on his throne.
“Seems you have me at a disadvantage.”
“Sweetheart, give Mommy the gun.”
He does.
“Okay, my bluff didn’t work. Put your clothes on and go. Call the cops, see what happens. If you believe I’m bluffing, you should. Come on, Gav, let’s let the nice gangster go home. I’ll bake you a carrot cake ... and afterward, you dig the honey in my cunny.”
“You know too much about me to be bluffing. Do we have to sing tonight?”
“Boss, you won’t be stuffin’ my muffin’s puntangin’ if you don’t.”
“I should’ve known you don’t have the balls for what happened. Are the revelers all gone?”
“Hell, no, this part of the house is soundproof,” Gavin says.
“Who’s going to witness?”
“Gav and two people from the party,” Jenna says.
“Then I better get dressed.”
“No need,” Gavin says.
“They won’t remember a thing unless I tell them to,” Jenna finishes.
“How?”
“Devil’s Breath,” Gavin says.
“Scopolamine, administered in the right dosage, makes people susceptible to suggestion. Combine it with hypnosis, and you get instant zombies, capable of remembering on command, or killing for you without knowing they are doing it for you,” Jenna says. “This drug gives me anything and everything I want or need. Even protection from ... sharks like you.”
“Then they’re your dead man switch.”
“Not them, but others. Hey, I’m being generous; I’m only taking 20% of your business and giving you 49 of mine.”
“I see,” Zohn says.
“Hell, tell someone the shot’s B12, and it’ll make them feel better and more alive, and you can get them to sign away their soul, while they are thinking they’ve just won the lottery.”
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