The Trick Or Treat Booth

*Disclaimer*

This literature is adult in nature. If you aren't an adult or mature enough to handle the contents please exit now. This is a work of fiction and themes discussed within are total fantasy and should be treated as such.

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The Trick or Treat Booth

Aerielle hurried down the small running path of the city park. She had seen it and wasn't going to let this opportunity get away, even if it was Halloween night. Her white sneakers screeched to a halt stopping at the metal trailer. Painted across the top of the small mobile building in black and orange graffiti were the words 'Trick or Treat Booth'

Rumors had spread for weeks at her work and around town about a set of mobile booths filled with all sorts of adult naughty fun. One of her coworkers had stumbled onto a set of booths less than a week ago and said the experience was "mind blowing". Right here deep inside the local city park was one of those trailers.

Aerielle looked over the five doors all labeled with a number in either orange or black graffiti. "3" had always been one of her lucky numbers so she walked up the short steps and turned the handle. The room was completely dark except for a screen dimly lit in front of her as she entered.

'Close the door' was written across the screen.

Aerielle shuddered feeling an erotic shiver run up her spine following to the booths commands. The Halloween party she was headed to and dressed for would have to wait until this "mind blowing" experience was over.

Bathed in darkness she waited as the dimly lit screen flashed loading its program. Words changed and displayed an image of a dressed woman with her legs spread wide and hands extended out to the sides. 'Assume this position and prepare to be scanned' flashed on the screen.

Aerielle slid her sneakers wide matching the pose and stretched her hands out to the sides in the darkness. She felt the cheerleader skirt that was part of her costume rise and cling to the upper part of her thighs. As her arms stretched out she felt her cheerleader top pull up slightly giving just a glimpse the soft brown Latina skin of her belly.

She felt a naughty tingle run up her spine as red lasers began tracing up and down her body. She knew the machine was measuring her but for what purpose. She watched as "Pairing..." flashed on the screen after the lasers were done. Nearly instantly she saw her name and Facebook profile cover the left half of the screen. She realized the booth had paired with her cell phone laying with her purse on the floor and hacked her personal information.

The realization felt a little odd and invasive but she remained in position as details flooded the right half of the screen.

Name: Aerielle Jones

Age: 25

Height: 5'6"

Weight: 115lbs

Measurements: 35C-28-36

Features: Latina, dark hair, brown eyes

Flashing at the bottom of the screen was the words "Trick or Treat". A femine voice filled the small room. "Profile complete, selecting: Trick or Treat..."

She closed her eyes, imagining the pleasures the machine could bring her. A female friend had told her of orgasms forced on her nude body during her session of being "Treated". Aerielle shuddered imaging mechanical vibrators, magic wands and dildos pleasuring her endlessly.

She heard the movement of mechanical arms as the voice returns. "Aerielle Jones, you've been TRICKED..."

Her eyes shot open as metallic shackles locked around her spread ankles and wrists. She pulled hard trying to resist the bondage but couldn't even budge the robotic arms holding the metal restraints.

"Fuck! Let me go!" She yelled pulling with all her might as more mechanical arms began spinning in the darkness.

"Remain still..." the female voice said as bright light filled the small room.

Aerielle was blinded by the light and stopped squirming for a moment to let her vision clear. Two metal arms descended from the ceiling one with a thick metal collar open, the other holding a hook bladed knife.

She screamed again fearing she'd fallen victim to some robot slasher film. She looked to her left to see a camera pointed straight in her direction. She watched as the metal collar moved to her neck and she felt the cool silver metal closed, and locked under her dark hair.

The blade moved lower and she felt the flat end press against her stomach. She looked down and watched the hooked end snag on the bottom of her cheerleader top and move upward. She followed the computer's advice and remained completely still as the blade sliced through her top, only stopping momentarily as it snagged on the front of her sports bra underneath. She felt it tug harder as heard the slicing of more fabric as it cut upward between her breasts.

"Stop! Stop it!" She yelled as her breasts sprang free from her shredded top. Her brown skin visible now chilled by the air, hardened her nipples. The knife rose and sliced the remaining fabric hanging from her shoulders.

Aerielle watched as her costume fell to the floor in pieces. When she looked down she realized the metal collar around her neck had detached from the arm but was tethered by a long matching silver chain. She was helpless as the knife descended lower and hooked into the waistband of her skirt.

The blade easily cut downward slicing the skirt and her panties down the side of her hip. She tried to squirm but the ankle restraints held her firm as it moved to the other hip. She watched as her remaining modesty was cut down and all her clothes laid in shreds on the floor.

"Beginning Trick..." the female voice said as Aerielle felt the metal arms begin to move her wrists and ankles. She felt the collar leash pull her downward as her wrist restraints moved behind her back. At the same time her ankles were pushed slightly closer together and pulled backward.

For a moment she felt like she was going to fall. She managed to drop to her knees as she was pulled closer to the wall with the screen. She looked up to see the screen now displaying video of her inside the booth from of the camera. A flashing display beside the streaming footage read:

'Secured... Awaiting modifications...'

She watched as two large cups moved forward toward her chest. The clear devices sucked her ample breasts inside and sealed them with a vacuum. She moaned feeling just a hint of perverse pleasure from the sensation. Between her legs she felt something stir and rise up from the floor.

Aerielle watched as a black leather sybian rose and pressed flush against her exposed pussy.

"Oh Fuck!" She moaned feeling a strange arousal from the devices. She watched the cups sucking at her breasts and could see inside them small metal devices moving. She watched as they closed in around her hard nipples.

"Fuck!!!!" She screamed as the sharp tips of the small devices simultaneously pierced both her nipples. She was in tears, streaking her mascara as she looked down to see silver rings slid into her formerly perfect nipples. She was panting and moaning as the sybian turned on for a moment vibrating her pussy taking her mind off the intense pain.

The suction cups released and she watched as they retreated to the wall. She looked close to see her new nipple rings adorned with small silver chains that came from within the cups. She felt them pull tight and force her rings pulled taunt making her thrust out her chest and arch her back.

She wanted to scream again to be released but knew it was no use. The sybian turned off as the female voice returned. "Modification complete... begin turning Tricks..."

She was jolted as her sybian began moving. The device and her leashes rotated ninety degrees to the wall on her right and began moving closer. The sybian pressed flush to the wall but her leashed nipples pulled her closer.

"Fuck..." she mumbled feeling her perfect breasts pulled harshly forward by her new nipple piercings. They stopped with her breasts only a few inches from the wall as a small panel at mouth height opened and the lights in her room shut off bathing her again in darkness.

She could hear the same female voice in the other room. "Please remove your pants and enjoy your Treat... no condom required..."

It was seconds before a thick white cock slid through the hole between the booths and presented itself for Aerielle's lips. For a moment she balked at what was obviously being ordered of her.

She looked at the thick tip and bit her bottom lip. Aerielle had always loved the feeling of a thick male member sliding back and forth in her mouth, licking it, sucking it, tasting his cum. She felt her pussy juice run down the inside of her thighs against the sybian.

After another moment of no action she felt her nipple rings tugged by the leash in the wall as her lips were forced to brush over the head of his cock. She opened and slid his member between her lips and her tongue along its bottom.

She heard a mumbled voice say "Fucking good..." from the other side of the wall as she began sliding back and forth on him. She pulled back and felt the tug of her nipple rings before she dove back down. She pressed his long member deep until she felt it hit the back of her throat. She pulled back and then slammed forward again her nose touching the wall.

"What a fucking Treat..." he said as she fucked his cock with her mouth trying to take him deeper and deeper still gagging on him each time. She worked his cock glistening every inch of it with her saliva and tasting his distinct pre-cum.

"I'm about to cum..." he said slamming the wall with a fist.

"Initiate face fuck..." she could hear the female voice sing in his booth.

Aerielle felt her nipple chains pull harsh pressing her tits flat to the wall. Her collar leash was next forcing her neck pulled against the wall holding her mouth against the gloryhole.

The man began slamming his hips back and forth using Aerielle's wet mouth to get him off. She felt his balls slap her lower lip as she choked and gagged with each rough thrust. Her lips sealed tight around him as he violently slid back and forth. She felt her own pussy drenching in her juices at the degrading, rough treatment. She wanted so badly to quench the burning need growing inside her.

She felt him push and hold deep. His cock spasmed inside shooting his first load straight down her throat. He pulled back slightly and let her breathe as his second and third cumshots coated her tongue and mouth in his jizz.

Aerielle waited like a good little bound cocksucker as the man finished and pulled out. Still pinned to the wall she pushed her tongue out showing him his load, before curing it up and swallowing his cum.

The moment she swallowed, the leashes loosened and the panel closed shut. Aerielle sat back on the sybian and felt it turn on vibrating against her highly aroused pussy.

"Turning Tricks deserve special Treats..." the femine voice said inside her booth.

Aerielle felt a dildo rise from the sybian and begin pushing back and forth inside her sopping wet cunt. "Fuck me..." she moaned as the intense pleasure mixed with the pain of her new rings and humiliation.

"Final modifications begin..." the voice said as Aerielle ground her hips trying to reach climax. She felt small hands untie and remove her tennis shoes and socks. She felt heels she could only describe as 'Stripper Heels' slid and buckled onto her slender feet.

"Fuck I'm cumming... Fuuuuuuck..." she pushed herself over the edge riding the vibrating sybian and the thick dildo now dressed in only heels and restraints.

As she was coming down from the high of her intense orgasm she felt something press to the small of her back. She couldn't see but this metallic arm held a tattooing needle. She felt the sharp pricks on her lower back as she submitting to this final 'modification'.

When it was done she turned her head to the main screen praying it would tell her this adventure inside the booth was complete. The screen flashed showing her an image of the room as the lights turned back on. The camera moved down to Aerielle's lower back to show her the new tattoo she'd received.

'Fucktoy #2367' was written across her lower back. She couldn't believe it as the screen flashed to black and the lights dimmed again.

"Ms. Aerielle Jones, you have been registered as Fucktoy #2367 and will begin your new life as a gloryhole slave in booth number three. Enjoy the Tricks you'll turn over the next eight hours, afterwhich you'll be collected." The voice said without a hint of emotion.

Aerielle's eyes widened as the panel opened again and she felt her leashes pulled tight to the wall. She surrendered to her fate using her mouth the pleasure this newly presented cock. She instinctively knew the quicker she could taste his cum, the quicker her sybian would turn on and reward Fucktoy #2367 with an orgasm.

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Six months later...

"Fuck... fuck... fuck..." he said driving his hips into her asscheeks as his cock pushed deep inside Fucktoy #2367's wet pussy.

She had been bound in stocks bent forward at the waist while a spreader bar kept her ankles wide. Her ample pierced tits swayed under her with each rough stroke of his cock. She wanted so badly to clench and cum all over the thick member railing her.

However, the hours she'd spent in the gloryhole booth had somehow reprogrammed her. She had been so cum drunk from the countless loads and only allowed to cum when she felt cum inside her that it eventually broke her. "Please Sir... Please use me and cum inside me..."

As if on cue the man pushed deep and held her hips tight in his hands. Her perfect plump brown ass contrasting against his pale white skin. His cock spasmed and throbbed as his balls tightened and cum began coating her inner pussy walls.

"Fuck... fuck damn you're good..." he said riding out the orgasm.

Aerielle didn't even hear his praise as the instant his cum filled her womb she convulsed around his cock in an intense orgasm. Her hips bucked and knees nearly collapsed as she came hard on him.

The man withdrew and smacked her on the ass watching his cum leak from her creampied pussy. He walked over to her current owner.

"I'll take her." He said extended a hand and shaking hands to confirm the purchase.

He watched as her tone brown body glistened in sweat. He rather enjoyed how her current owner had dyed her hair bleach blonde, something rare for a Latina. The sheen of sweat made the tattoos and piercings that dotted her brown flesh all the more arousing. "Have her boxed up and shipped. My neck of the woods hasn't seen a Latina slut like this before. She'll be one exotic fuck." he said leaving the men to do their work.

"Just remember..." the previous owner said. "She has to be returned next October for service in the Trick or Treat Booth."

The two men agreed as Aerielle was unlocked and tightly bound before being loaded up into a wooden shipping crate. As the lid closed she rested her eyes questioning exactly how "mind blowing" the Trick or Treat Booths had literally been.