"We are not lost." Eric says firmly.
"Why won't you just pull over and ask for directions? Why do you have to be so pig headed?" Emily asks angrily.
"Do you see anywhere to ask? We have not seen a house even in at least 5 miles."
"It is not this far off the highway."
"Do you want to drive? If you are so worried, why don't you call and confirm our directions?"
"I tried, there is no cell service out here." Emily huffs.
"Look you wrote down the directions, they say take the highway to route 16, go right and follow it until it ends at their house. I haven't been here before, they are your friends."
"Are you sure this is 16?"
"Yes, look, right there, another sign, County Route 16."
"Alright, I guess I'm just miss remembering, but it seems a lot farther from the highway than I remember."
"If we don't see it in the next 5 to 10 miles we'll back track to the highway, and hope we get cell service somewhere closer to civilization. You always told me they were in the boonies."
"Yeah, but this looks less like the boonies and more like the demilitarized zone separating the boonies from the maw of hell." Emily smiles a little trying to regain her sense of humor.
"It's just because its dark, and you are all into the Halloween thing, I told you not to watch all those horror movies in a row." Eric says with his own smile.
"Those clouds really make it look dark out there, it's like we are driving through a black fog, that our head lights barely carve out ahead of us." Emily says with a slight shiver.
Eric just smiles, they are already wearing their costumes for this costumes 'required' party. Emily had picked out their costumes, and Eric just felt fortunate that she hadn't gone overly couples cutesy.
He is Zoro his sword and whip sit in the back seat, along with his hat. The rest of the outfit, cape, black shirt, black pants, plastic Zoro necklace, and boots he is wearing.
Emily has dressed as Elaina, and she could certainly give Catherine-Zeta a run for her money. Emily is half Cuban, she has long dark hair, rich full lips, blue eyes, nice round ass, and firm B sized breasts on her 5'7 frame. She had stepped up her work out regimen the past couple months so that she is toned, she wants to be the best looking of her old college friends.
Eric is 5'8 his hair was light brown, his build a light-medium one, he is by no means an A&F guy, but his blue eyes show with a gentle mischief that makes him difficult for most people to dislike.
Eric places his hand on Emily's thigh and gives her a warm smile. Emily smiles back and places her hand on his.
Then they saw the house, cars were filling its drive and pouring out onto the street.
"Wow." Emily says looking at the rather large home. " I knew Tami had said they were doing some renovations but that is huge!"
"Different from last time you saw it?"
"Very, but it was 5 years ago. Her husband is a contractor so not only is he able to do a lot of the work himself, but he makes pretty good money to pay for the work."
"Must be nice." Eric says quietly as he parks on the street behind another car.
Once the car is parked they walk arm in arm up to the front door. A woman greets them with a nice body wearing a witch's costume.
"Boo!" She says playfully.
Emily and Eric smile, not really knowing whom she was so not knowing how to respond really.
"Glad you could make it, come on in, the and host and hostess are somewhere in there." She waves her hand absently towards the interior.
"Thanks, happy Halloween." Emily says with a smile before they brush by her to pass into the house.
For a moment Eric thinks he feels the girl brush her hand against his crotch, but decides that it must be his imagination and pushes it out of his mind.
The place was really nice, it had at least 3 floors with a spiral staircase in the middle of the front room. To the left was a formal living room with several people spread out among the couches and chairs chatting in lively conversation. Beyond the living room Eric and Emily come to a formal dining room, the chairs had been removed and several different items were spread on the table in a buffet style set-up.
Eric and Emily each grab a couple of items and place them on plates before continuing their self guided tour of the house. Circling through the dining room brought one to a kitchen, and on the kitchen table was spread out various desserts that looked as yet untouched. Continuing through the kitchen brought them back to the first room so they go the other direction and enter a large bar/game room.
Most of the guests are centered in this room either playing or watching others play the various games, there was a pool table in the middle, and off to one side a foosball table, and the other a Ping-Pong table, there was a dart board and a juke box on the far wall, and two arcade styled pinball machines on the nearer wall. Drinks were being served by a couple of the party goers wanting to show off their drink making skills from behind a bar counter than ran the length of the room.
Eric and Emily go up to the bar and request their drinks, which are quickly served. Eric has a Rum and Coke while Emily goes with a Hurricane, Eric disappoints the guy making his drink with the simplicity of his drink, but Emily's server is excited to make her drink. He watches avidly as she takes her first sip and when she states it to be the best Hurricane she's ever tasted he smiles and laughs with his companion behind the bar.
"I wonder where Tami is?" Emily asks bringing her mouth near Eric's ear so he could hear her over the blare over the Jukebox.
Eric shrugs his shoulders as he takes a drink from his glass. He notices an opening on one of the pinball machines and nods his head at it.
Emily smiles and nods her head at a bar stool then walks over to it as Eric goes over to the pinball machine. He starts up the game; there was a little switch that behaves as if a quarter were being dropped into the machine.
Several people brush by Eric as he plays and a couple of times he feels that they were purposely rubbing his ass with their hands, their own ass, or their crotches. He also feels two women seemingly rub their breasts into his back or arms as they pass by, but he decides it must be his mistake and brushes it out of his mind.
After he's been playing for a while Emily comes up beside him her face set in a frown.
"What's up?" Eric asks concerned.
"At first I thought it was my imagination, but I know that people are touching me every time they pass and rubbing their selves against me." Emily says quietly, almost crying.
"Shit!" Eric says angrily but softly, " I thought it was all in my head."
"I want to go." Emily says firmly.
"I agree." Eric says quietly.
The two of them begin to make their way to the front door and are soon cut off by several people.
"Leaving the party so soon?" One voice asks from the crowd.
"You haven't even seen the ritual room." Another voice says.
Suddenly both Eric and Emily feel hands from behind them grab their arms tightly so that they can't really struggle. Some one else pulls their wrists behind them and places handcuffs on their wrists binding each of their hands together. They are then marched among the group down a set of stairs into a basement.
The basement did looks more like a medieval dungeon than a room, there are prison cells, chains, a brazier in the center of the room, and the floor is concrete. The wall was painted with scenes of erotic depravity, demons raping angels with impossibly large phalluses... and among all of that, places to tie up a person, and tools were spread out on several tables around the room.
Emily is pushed into a cell while Eric is taken to a set of cuffs dangling from the ceiling.
Eric tries to struggle free, but there were at least three men holding him each one was probably stronger than Eric let alone all three working together. They quickly cuff his ankles to cuffs coming from slotted holes in the floor spreading his legs wide. Then they uncuff his wrists from each other only to pull them above his head to the cuffs dangling in the air. The straps above him are pulled tight and he fills his feet lifted from the ground, as he arms are pulled higher into the air. He is spread so that his arms and legs make an 'X'.
A woman in a devil's outfit steps into the center of the room and claps her hands.