"You've got mail." That's the message the subbies see. Knowing it could be orders they open it right away. Four subs, four different computers but the same invitation. Message reads, "Please Come! Its Halloween Costume Party! You MUST be here at 8:00pm sharp! DON'T BE LATE!"
The only differences were in the sender. lil'tude and Dara received their invites (commands?) from Max1954. Beth and Wildone received theirs from Master Darrin. The subbies decide to get ready and ride together, the instructions being so incomplete, just a time handwritten directions left for Beth by Master Darrin. What are They up to?
It's getting late, dark and cloudy out, thunder raging but the sky has yet to pour the promised rain. Dara, the lovely harem girl driving the lot of subbies, bared belly quivering, elbows tude, "HEY woman, which way from here?"
Tude sits up tall in the seat, looking proud in her leather bustier and mini skirt, fully the Domme, "Hell, I don't know - Beth has the directions. What are ya asking me for?" She smacks the dash with her crop for emphasis. the girls all jump and shudder as an eerie voice comes from the car's speaker "Do NOT hit me again!"
"What the heck was that?" snaps wild, flicking the red tail of the sexy she-devil costume so appropriate for her. Beth, in her black silky, French maid's outfit says, "Oh that's probably why Master insisted we take HIS car, He must have all sorts of stuff set up, He worked ALL day on this thing!"
Dara reaches down to flip on the radio but there is nothing but static. This is a long spooky drive. The road is dark, no lights, no houses, trees arching over block the little moonlight there is, only an occasion "CRACK" of the lightening shines through, just enough to make the subbies jump. Hitting the source button again, the CD starts up. The only song that will play is spooky, rumbling, "Black candles slowly burning, white fangs, flashing eyes....."
The girls tremble, shivering "What is this?" they all ask Beth.
"Master's song, Demon's Whip... I would say we aren't through with the surprises if we are hearing THIS song, you just don't know what it does to HIM...." Beth shivers, knowing about that devil's horn popping up in His eyebrows.
Wildone, impatient as always, grumbles, "does this awful, dark road ever end?" Just as she finishes, there is this loud "BANG" and the car swerves, Dara cussing the damn boat of Master Darrins, so big and heavy, but it does help keep it under control with the blown tire. This was no ordinary flat, pieces of tire are flying everywhere. Beth groans, informing them all there is NO SPARE, and the damn car is too heavy even if there was, 6,000 pounds of real car, as He calls it, it takes TWO jacks to lift it up and we only have one.
Tude demands, "One of you must get out and go to that old house over there and call for help!" They all look around and the before unnoticed grand old house, no porch light, a solitary little glow way up high in a tiny attic window. Dara the tough one snaps back, "You thought of it YOU GO!"
"YEAH YEAH" chimes in wild one. Beth suggests they all stick together, so grudgingly they climb out and huddle up against the cold. Shivering terribly but still afraid to head up to that spooky old house, they all grumble at Master Darrin's Halloween surprise...
In the distance thunder crashes softly turning the already spooky night into a nightmare , as the four brave subbies walk down the dark pathway to the house a small bolt of lightning rips through the sky , they look and see what appears to be a graveyard off to one side of the walkway , the 4 girls huddle closer together , and continue the long walk, their eyes growing more focused to the dark, tude throws her arms out bringing the rest to halt.
Geez did you all see anything? I thought I saw something over in the graveyard!! Wildone, being the brave little bird she is, says "Come on we gotta get to a phone!" trying not to sound scared.
As the four get ever closer to the house the rail comes softly at first then a down pour wind gusting and then stopping almost as fast as it had come. The poor subbies soaking wet and even colder now pick up the pace to the house. As they walk faster than before getting ever closer, they all stop abruptly hearing a noise a "crack, snap " looking around wildly. "Ohhh man did you hear that", with quivering voices, "We heard iiitttt, lelelets get the hell out of here!!!! Running for the front door of the house, they finally arrive , hearts pounding and out of breath. "We are gonna get you for this Master Darrin!!!!", all are thinking to themselves.
Using the heavy gargoyle knocker on the door, BOOM BOOM BOOM, Dara is the first to knock, while the other 3 gather round close, looking over their shoulders, still trembling. *creaaaaaaaaaaakkkkkkk* the door slides open, revealing a dark hallway, a solitary candle burning. Seeing the four costumed ladies there, the gnarled old doorman beckons them inside.
"Come in my lovelies, come in" He limps to a wall panel. Pushing the intercom button, speaking in a harsh whisper, "Master, You're party has arrived." Looking around at each other the subbies are wondering what the heck does the old geezer mean???
Tude speaks up, "Excuse me, I think your mistaken, we only wish to use the phone, our car has a flat out there" Wildone taps her foot impatiently. Beth is shivering from the cold. The aged servant looks coldly at them, "You miss are mistaken." He pushes a second button in the panel. *BANG* all the bolts slide shut on the doors and windows. The man says, "You will be safe here tonight, come I will show you to your rooms." The girls are trembling, but they know they have no choice but to follow, hoping they can all stay together.
"Miss Domme, this is Your room," he points tude to a gorgeous room done up very Dom style - hard wood, huge poster bed centered, presiding over all (leather laces still attached) a chest at the foot of the bed with an old brass padlock attached. Tude acts tough, not showing any fear as she boldly strides into the room, tapping her crop on her leg. See ya soon sis, she throws out over her shoulder.
"Miss Harem girl", the servant points quietly to the next room. Dara trembles but is determined to be as brave as tude. She strides into a gorgeous room, a round canopy bed, covered in furs, silks streaming down from the ceiling. A beautiful black trunk covered with arabic designs sits in the right corner, a brass lock matching the first in tude's room. Calling back, "be well my sis'" she shivers and he shuts the door.
"Devil child," this will be your quarters, "the old man points across the hall. The room is done in red satin, black lace curtains on a brass canopy bed. Candles burning on the night stand. The ever present brass lock adorning a red and black laquered chest. Wild gives her last sis a quick hug and strides in the room with her pitch fork for company.
"Maid woman, this is your room," as he opens the last door in the hallway. Its a huge room with a cedar chest, the ever present brass lock clasping it shut. The bed is a four poster, also in cedar, with sheer soft purple panels of lace, the comforter done in shades of purple and black, as if someone new her preferences, someone prepared this just for her. With no one left she walks in the room bravely, the servant saying, "Your purpose here will soon be revealed, miss."
With a crackle, the loudspeaker comes on in all rooms, the message stranger still. Inside the chests you will all find necessary items to make your stay comfortable. The keys are under your pillows. The keys will also fit other doors, you are free to explore at will. BUT, do not let your curiosity overcome you. The messages fades into a very faint chuckle barely audible. The girls are quick to grab the keys and rush into the hallway to check on each other. They are eager to show each other their rooms and explore the chests within.
Sitting on the bed in tude's room, they all grumble. The only thing found in the chests were bath items, towels, washcloths, shampoos, the like. "What the heck is up with that? grumbles wild.
"Who knows?" answers Beth.
"What are we doing sitting around?" snaps Dara.
