Triced and Treated

Sir rang the doorbell and stepped back beside her on the stoop. She nervously leaned forwards, up onto her toes, then rocked back. With a knowing sideways smirk, he signalled her to be still as she waited. Under her windbreaker and twinset cardigan, her skin rose in goosebumps against the chill of the early evening - or was it the task that waited for her inside the warm house that caused her to be on edge?

The wide wooden door swung open, and Master Tony greeted them with a wide, wolfish grin. The interior foyer was hung with black and orange streamers and cut-out paper pumpkins, ghosts, and witches. Master Tony stepped back and welcomed them in with a wave of his hand. Sir stepped in first, pulling Girl after him by the hand.

Master Tony motioned to take Sir's overcoat, but Sir shook his head. "I'm not staying - just bringing you the party favour I promised." Girl's head swivelled so fast it nearly gave her whiplash and she stared at him, mouth gaping at the bomb he'd just dropped. Sir's eyes met hers and the look in them quelled her words before she had time to speak.

Master Tony shrugged and reached for Girl's windbreaker, which she dutifully slipped out of and handed to him. Her bright pink twin set and cheerful blue poodle skirt were a stark contrast against the dark painted foyer, and Master Tony's all-black pirate costume. Sir's leather bomber jacket and jeans provided the context for their his-and-hers Grease costumes, but now he was reaching for the doorknob to leave. "I'll be back later," he called out to Master Tony. Seeing the stricken look on Girl's face, Sir stepped close to her and put his forehead down against hers. She looked up at him with fear and abandonment in her eyes.

"Sir," she whispered. "Won't you stay with me?"

"Oh kitten, you'll be fine. Master Tony has promised to be a very good host and supervisor. I have some things to take care of, but I'll be back. The time will fly. Be good for me."

And with that, he departed.

She turned slowly to face Master Tony, her eyes cast down at the floor. "I understand I am to serve your guests, Master Tony."

"Yes, Girl, and you look just the part. We are all going to be fairly...occupied...for the next few hours, but we don't want to shut down the house, or deny the kids their candy. After all, we don't want to get egged or TP'd, do we?" He paused, and she shook her head. "So you are to open the door when the trick or treaters show up, and make sure they're well-supplied. Here is the candy." He motioned to a large metal bowl filled to the brim with the usual Twizzlers, Oh Henry bars, and Smarties. It sat atop a chest-height table in the corner of the foyer. With a mischievous grin, he added: "you can partake if you like, if you're not too busy."

The simple task seemed manageable enough, but confusing in its innocence. "Is that all, Master?"

"Well, as your Sir mentioned, you are also here as a party favour. We have some special guests we're entertaining tonight, and we require your service. But your role at the door, with the candy, takes priority. You must fulfill that expectation, at all costs."

Girl peeked over Master Tony's shoulder at the party. Several guests were looking back at her with a predatory sort of interest. She shrank back, wishing that Sir was still here by her side. It wasn't difficult to figure out what the host had in store for her at this party, but she felt out of place and lost without his guiding hand. Not to mention her costume appeared ridiculously simplistic and childish compared to the racier garb worn by the other guests.

Master Tony's hand on her shoulder brought her attention back to the foyer. He was steering her to the table upon which the candy bowl sat, and pulling out a padded stool from underneath the table. "Lean here, Girl." She dutifully placed her elbows on the stool, leaving her backside sticking out into the foyer. "Yes, that will do nicely. Stay there," he ordered. He stepped into the living room and called out a name. "Fox! You're up!"

Girl strained to look over her shoulder and saw a heavy-set man rising from a sofa, where he was surrounded by subby-looking admirers dressed as all manner of woodland creatures. He was dressed all in black, with a t-shirt that read in white letters, "What does the Fox say?" He was chuckling and flexing his fingers together as he entered the foyer. Girl looked straight ahead again, having a pretty good idea of what her "party favour" job was going to entail. Surely enough, the Fox pulled her poodle skirt up over her back, revealing her naked cheeks. Sir had forbidden her to wear panties to the party, but she'd not imagined this outcome. Before she had a chance to brace herself, the spanking began. Fox was skilled, and though Girl's head was reeling a little from the circumstances, she found herself able to sink down mentally into the pain and sting each time he hit her. She was just starting to slide off mentally when the doorbell rang.

The spanking stopped. The blood was rushing in Girl's ears. Master Tony appeared at her shoulder and pushed her upright, as Fox pulled her skirt back down and smoothed it over her flaming ass. Slightly disoriented but eager to please, Girl picked up the bowl of candy from the table and shook her hair back into place with a toss of her head. With a few steps she was at the front door, opening it to find a pack of kids sing-songing, "Trick or treeeeeat". Leaning over made her puffy crinoline scratch against the sensitive skin, and she jerked upright a little. Bending at the knees instead of the hips, she held out the bowl of candy while cheerfully commenting on all the different costumes. When each kid had selected a treat, they scampered off, and Girl shut the door.

She turned to find that Fox had wandered back to the living room, and Master Tony had his hand on the shoulder of a very slim, waif-like woman wearing a blue velvet jumpsuit. "Girl, this is Teal. She's going to keep you company for a while." Teal was looking at Girl with undisguised lust, and she motioned to Girl to return to the table with the candy. Girl hesitantly approached Teal and replaced the bowl to its place.

"Sit up here, Girl. Spread your legs apart," Teal commanded, patting the stool beside the table where Fox had administered the spanking. Master Tony wandered off into the kitchen. Girl complied with the instruction, even though it pressed her reddened tush down into the rough mesh of her underskirt. Teal peeled off Girl's cardigan and lifted the snug rib-knit shell underneath, exposing Girl's soft, modest boobs. Girl felt a little self-conscious as Teal examined first one, then the other. She could see a gallery of observers looking on from the adjoining room, and squirmed on her uncomfortable perch. As Teal continued to caress her, Girl's discomfort started fading. The way Teal stroked the underside of her breasts, gently ran her fingers along the sides, and then brought index finger and thumb together to tease and tug at the nipple were exactly how she liked her Sir to play with her. Teal bent down and took one nipple in her mouth and sucked, rolling and biting a little, and Girl's head tipped back. Her breath grew deeper and slower as arousal began to creep in, but then the doorbell rang again.

Swiftly, Teal pulled away and replaced Girl's shirt. The cardigan was laid across Girl's shoulders, somewhat shielding the poking nipples that the shell did nothing to hide. Girl slid off the stool and grabbed the bowl, a little bit more teetery on her feet than last time. As she spun and headed for the door, Teal landed an ironic slap on her behind which made Girl nearly trip over her own feet. An almost-graceful recovery saved her, just as the doorbell rang again. "Trick or treat!" came the refrain as Girl opened the door to find a squad of Storm Troopers and Jedi Knights waiting with eagerly presented pillowcases and candy buckets. This time, Girl had to bend her knees down to stop the rough crinoline from scratching her, while also trying to hunch her shoulders to prevent the kids (and their parents, standing half-way down the driveway) from seeing her rock-hard nipples through the fabric of her top.

When the Star Wars team had swarmed away, Girl rose up and closed the door again. She leaned her forehead against it for a moment, but then heard footsteps behind her. She turned to find a rather mismatched couple wearing fancy business clothes, with long blond wigs tucked behind their ears.

"I'm Mary Kate," said the tall woman, who looked to be in her mid-40s, as she took the candy bowl away from Girl and placed it on the floor beside the door.

"No, you're Ashley. I'm Mary Kate," corrected the shorter man, who was a few decades older and looked absolutely ridiculous in his wig and a woman's tailored blazer and skirt, teetering in heels. They both cackled with laughter. One of them grabbed the bowl from Girl and the other took her by the shoulders and directed her to a low bench on the wall opposite the candy table. "Sit," ordered Ashley, and pushed Girl back so she was reclined sideways on the bench, one leg on the floor and the other knee up. Mary Kate knelt down beside the bench, pulled the poodle skirt up to Girl's chin, and shoved the crinoline out of the way. Both of the Olsen twins looked gleefully upon Girl's trim bush. Ashley reached under the seat and pulled out a basket of wooden clothes pegs, which the couple proceeded to apply to Girl's inner thighs, lips and clit hood - with riotous laughter as Girl winced and squirmed. Girl found herself both wishing for, and dreading, another flock of kids to come to the door so they'd have to stop and take all of these off.

Ding-dong!

Mary Kate and Ashley jumped to their feet and grabbed Girl by the hands. She looked at them with great confusion - wondering how she was supposed to move with her legs covered in pegs. Disregarding her concern, the twins pulled Girl to her feet. The skirt fell down over her thighs, but the crinoline held it out enough that from the outside, there was no sign of the veritable porcupine of clothespegs decorating Girl's soft and tender parts. Mary Kate stepped over to the door and picked up the bowl of candy, while Ashley landed a quick slap on Girl's bum, making her take a step forward. Girl winced as the movement caused pegs to shift and pinch her, but gingerly carried on to take the candy from Mary Kate and open the door. Her face was rather pale, but she forced a smile onto it to greet a ragtag bunch of pirates and ghosts. "Trick or treat!" As bending seemed unwise, she simply lowered her arms down so the smallest kids could select their plunder. With each grab, the bowl shook and Girl felt each movement echo through her as the clothespegs subtly brushed against each other. Each time there was a pinching but also, as she stood there, a warming glow spreading through her groin. There were only a few pieces of candy left in the bowl by the time the last kid had chimed out a parentally-prompted "thank you" and disappeared back into the night. Girl closed the door and let out a long low, moan.

"Long night?" A voice purred in her ear. She looked around and saw Master Tony standing behind her with a stunningly gorgeous, red-haired woman dressed as a cat. Mary Kate and Ashley were nowhere to be seen.

"I see we're almost done with the candy. Have you had some sweets, Girl?" Master Tony asked. Girl shook her head, unable to respond. The clothespeg hanging on her clit hood was starting to seriously ache. "This is Lady. She's delightfully sweet."

Lady took Girl's hand and gently guided her back to the low bench, helping her settle down slowly and carefully. Pushing back the skirt again, Lady's long, slim fingers slid up Girl's thighs and found each clothespeg. Carefully and slowly, she removed them one by one, rubbing the skin and purring soothingly as Girl winced and whimpered. Reaching the pegs on Girl's clit and pussy lips, she moved in and lapped at the reddened, angry skin with her tongue as she removed each one. Girl's head fell backwards as the pain and pleasure merged into a sensation overload. Even when the pegs were all gone, Lady continued to minister to the sore spots until Girl was writhing and calling out, "oh fuck...oh fuck no...Sir said no...ahhh... fuck! Fuck!"

The doorbell rang.