Chapter 84

1835 hours, local time
Friday, 31 October, 2014
The Schumacher Center
The City or Haven, Province of Oregon
The Commonwealth of Haven

I was back at one of my favorite haunts, the once abandoned mall known as the Schumacher Center, which was named in my honor, of course. I definitely looked forward to the second annual Samhain Masquerade, a truly delightful gala where people engaged with masked strangers in wild, kinky, orgiastic, and public sexual activity. This year, I had decided that we would only wear our masks, accessories, and body paint at most. No actual clothes would be worn during the bash. I was eager to see the results of this decision on my part.

I was barely inside the mall when a woman wearing only a Phantom of the Opera mask and a man wearing only a medieval executioner’s one walked up to me and started fondling me. I wore a Michael Myers mask and they clearly liked that fact, even as I was also approached by a woman in a surgical mask. While the duo was a black woman and a white man, the other woman was evidently Hispanic herself. They all began kissing and groping me as well as each other, particularly pleasing me when the two ladies smeared whipped cream on each other’s breasts and licked it off while the man began sucking my cock with utter, shameless abandon.

While that happened, a gang of ghosts rushed at me, and without even thinking, I touched them as a kind of reflex. I really didn’t put any conscious thought into this matter. That was when I realized that every last one of them was a celebrity or relatives of one or more. Before me stood younger, even sexier versions of none other than Michael Sheen, Kate Beckinsale, Lily Sheen, Naomi Watts, Kerry Condon, Miranda Kerr, Orlando Bloom, Rachel Weisz, Jude Law, Gillian Anderson, Kylie Minogue, Emilia Clarke, Lena Headey, Emma Watson, Evanna Lynch, Emily Blunt, Daniel Craig, Natalie Dormer, Tamzin Merchant, Alex Kingston, Jane Leeves, and Nicole Kidman. Something was very odd about all of this, of course, making me suspect that someone had deliberately cooked up a plan to add a bunch of celebrities to add to my harem. Who would do such a thing?

“Me, of course,” Marcy announced her presence behind me, “I explained how their lives would be amazing if they simply became undead minions and lovers to the Lawgiver. With most of them living in the British Isles, where life more than a little sucks right now, it wasn’t a hard sell. Especially when it’s made by a motherfucking angel. Now they’re yours. They will accompany you everywhere tonight, turning every act into an orgy, even if it wouldn’t be one otherwise. Of course, you can keep the mask on, but nobody’s fooled by it. They probably weren’t, anyway. People can tell that you’re the Lawgiver, babe,”

“Well, I guess that simplifies that much, doesn’t it? What a great birthday present or Halloween trick ... or treat or both ... or all of the above! Even if it spoiled some of the anonymity, I can’t really complain about someone wanting to do something to please me like that, can I?” I chuckled at the latest curveball throw my way, even as the three masked folks focused on servicing me.

Before I knew what was what, my mask was off and my skin was kissed from head to toe, my cock soon buried in someone’s cunt, followed by someone’s ass, and then by someone’s throat. Everyone else’s mask was off around me, and I was soon smothered in naked bodies, heaps of flesh tangled together in sensual combinations of everyone who rushed to join the orgy. The lack of masks didn’t erase the anonymity of others, just of me, as ladies and fellows mingled in enthusiastic service to me.

As Haven was a much more populous community than it had been a year before, what developed was like a never ending sexual mosh pit. The masks were soon forgotten, as tongues, fingers, genitalia, and anuses explored each other so deliciously in a state of pure, carnal anarchy. It was like a Dionysian ritual or festival or something, with raw, primal energy at work. I had to wonder how many people realized who was there, even as I spotted Adam Clarke in the midst of the crowd, among so many other folks. He was very preoccupied himself and quite recognizable without his mask.