She woke to find her hands bound by leather straps in a "v" shape to the low ceiling above. Sweet incense filled her nose and sheer red sheets hung around her, fluttering lazily as she tried to move and get her bearings.
She was too groggy to panic, she wasn't even sure if she was awake or dreaming.
She looked down to see that she was still wearing her Halloween costume. Her shiny red short skirt that climbed her body into spaghetti strapped top clung to her body like a latex glove. Her devil tail still hung from behind her as well.
"Ah, you're awake," a silky male voice drifted through the sheets.
"Who are you," she stammered.
"Oh, just your personal Incubus for the night."
"What?" She shook her head, trying to make sense of everything.
"A demon of pleasure." He said as he slid through the sheets and revealed himself.
He was a tall man, wearing a gold and purple venetian mask with a suit to match. He flashed a smile of perfect, porcelain teeth, his blue eyes glittered behind the mask.
"What the fuck!?" She struggled against the straps.
"Relax. I understand your uneasiness. I would feel that way too, well the OLD me would have."
"Let me go!" She managed to cry.
"We aren't going to hurt you, little devil." He said with a smirk. "Quite the opposite."
"We?"
Giggly like a bubbling brook, a girl dressed in a lace corset and skirt to match him slid through the sheets as well.
"This is my sister, your Succubus for the night."
"Look, I'm nobody important and I'm not rich, just let me go." She panicked.
"We don't want to take anything from you, little devil." The man said, as smooth as silk.
"We want to GIVE you something." The masked girl added. Her green eyes piercing through the mask, her lips, colored deep purple, turned in a smile.
"I don't understand."
"You'll leave at dawn, unharmed." The man smiled.
"But not before," the sister chimed in with her pleasant giggle.
"What time is it?" She asked, nervously.
"Just a few minutes after midnight. We probably have...oh...just under seven hours to play?" The man said.
"Play what?"
"With you, of course." The one calling herself a succubus chimed in gleefully.
"What she means is," the man added, "you've been chosen."
"What do you mean?" She was scared but was trying to chip away as much time as she could.
"We've been watching you" the succubus said, dancing around the bound girl, giggling.
"Please," the man gestured toward his partner, "I know you're excited but you're scaring the poor girl."
The succubus pouted, crossed her arms under her breasts and remained quiet.
"What she says is true. We look for someone every year that's...deserving. We see as you try and make your mundane and ordinary life appear anything BUT on social media. We see your desire for adventure, to be wanted, to...break the cycle of your day to day life."
"This is insane," the girl stammered.
"What, this?" He gestured around the room. "Is THIS insane, or is living a life you wish you had vicariously through from behind a screen?"
"So...what? Are you going to punish me for wishing my life was more exciting? Is this some sort of suck life lesson where you're going to show me that I was taking it all for granted? Fuck off with that!"
"Quite the opposite," the man smiled. "You may come out if this a changed person. You may come out exactly the same. But you WILL come out if this safely."
"Should we begin?" The succubus asked.
The man nodded.
The succubus slipped a gag over the girls head and into place in her mouth.
"It's okay," she urged in hushed excitement. "Just he calm. This is for our safety."
The girl looked around in panic.
"We will have to damage your costume," the man said. "You'll be compensated as well as given something else to wear when you leave."
The girl slipped through the sheets and returned with a small pair of scissors.
The bound girl thrashed to no avail.
"Relax," the succubus whispered as she cut one strap, then the other from the girl's shoulders.
The incubus stepped forward, caressing the bound girl's cheek and stared into her eyes.
"You are safe," he assured with a friendly smile.
Their eyes remained locked as the succubus pulled the costume down past the girl's C cup breasts, still covered by a strapless bra.
She didn't know what to do. For the time being they seemed calm and she didn't want to anger them. At the same time, she didn't trust them and was terrified.
The costume slid down further, to her hips. Her jeweled naval piercing glittered in the light.
She held the man's gaze, it was almost hypnotic.
With a tug, the skirt slid past her hips and was pulled off completely, her red, lace panties still clung on.
The incubus broke his gaze as both of them circled her, admiring her body. Her toned stomach, her smooth legs, her chest as it heaved with every panicked breath.
"What an amazing body!" The succubus exclaimed.
"It is," the man agreed.
They stopped on either side of her, both tracing a finger down from under her arm to her hip on opposite sides.
"Are you cold?" The man asked.
She nodded her head.
He stepped out of view and came back with a bottle of something in his hand.
"This is a warming massage oil, it won't hurt you."
She watched in confused fear as both siblings, if they really were siblings, worked the oil into their hands.
The succubus knelt down in front of her and started working the oil into the girl's legs, the man from behind, did the same with her arms.
She couldn't deny that it felt amazing. They were surprisingly thorough in their massaging.
The girl started at her feet, the guy, with her hands. Next, her wrists and calves. They took their time massaging it in.
She didn't want to let her guard down, it was all she could do to not slump down and give in to how good it felt.
Next, her thighs, biceps and shoulders.
A small moan escaped her, she couldn't help it.
The girls hands moved higher, nearing where her panties stopped. The man was now doing her upper chest and back, just above her bra.
Her heart raced. How far was this going to go? She almost forgot that she's probably in danger.
The girl hooked her fingers in the thinner part of the panties that wrapped around her hips and slid then down, then off. The man unclasped her bra, tossing it aside.
Her shaved vagina and breasts were now exposed. Her nipples were erect from the cold...was it because of the cold?
She thrashed a bit, but her heart wasn't in it. She couldn't do anything and she knew it. And surprisingly, she didn't hate it.
The man worked his hands lower, massaging the rest of her back and her ribs.
The girl worked up, massaging her upper thighs and hips.
The man's hands then came around to her stomach and worked the oil into it, while the girl worked just above her vagina, from her bladder region up to meet the man's hands.
