Tricks Before Treats Ch 03

Alice stared at him. How was she so blind to have ever believed the false demeanor he had put out, the lies he had told. Now it was too late for hindsight, not when he had managed to turn her inside out, to use her body against her, manipulated her so well she hardly recognized herself. She felt bedraggled, yet he remained impeccably dressed, as though he was unaffected by all the torments he was putting her through. But she had seen the bright glint of fire burning in the depths of his eyes, out of sorts with the slight warmth she had grown used to in his arctic blues.

He was a monster. And he wasn't done with her.

Mr. Romero got to his feet. "Time to get you fitted, little Alice."

She didn't quite understand what he was saying, but could guess he was about to put her into the glass case. He would have to give her something to counteract her paralysis, she thought, looking forward to being in control of her body once more.

Too bad her hopes would be dashed.

Mr. Romero moved out of her sight once more. She heard the sound of metal dragging along the floor, the shifting of a heavy object. He returned moments later, lifting her easily into his arms, his corded muscles belying the fact that he wasn't simply a man who couldn't find his way out from between the bookshelves, as she had initially thought. His chest against her, radiating body heat, the sound of his heart beating in her ear, inexplicably calmed her wandering thoughts.

Until she saw the instrument in the glass case. In the center was an odd-looking metal equipment, about her height. It looked like a balancing beam of some kind. In the middle, was a short flat panel with empty holes. Mr. Romero had already equipped two metal dildos on it, the wires going straight to the platform at the bottom, where the power source would be.

Mr. Romero spoke then. "That's where you will be standing. Don't worry, I'll make sure you are as well-dressed as the other dolls before putting you on display."

Alice didn't know what she should be worried about first. Her pliant body allowed him to position her however he wanted. He lifted her up by her waist, holding her above the twin dildos. Their tips pushed against her groin, her wet flesh flowering open as they were pushed into her, stretching her out and filling her up. She moaned as she was filled to the hilt. The one in the ass was, by mercy, half the size of the one in her pussy. Her ass was still hurting from stimulation earlier and she was unfamiliar with having a foreign object inside her. She had seen the electrodes coming out from the base of these dildos, and knew what would happen to her.

Mr. Romero was already working on the rest of her. He strapped her to the metal stand, the black straps around her waist, under her armpits and even one around her neck. Her head was held upright by tying her hair to the stand, making sure there was no other direction she could look but forward. He stuck the electrical pads back on her breasts, then affixed something to her clit.

"Let's try that out, shall we?"

He turned on the rotors and watched her body shake from the electricity current running through her. Bound as she was to the stand, fear gathered in her eyes as her muscles quivered involuntarily. Between her legs, the small device sucked her clit relentlessly. Her full lips parted. She mewled. Now that her body had learned that pleasure was possible with electricity, it didn't take her long to follow the same pathway toward orgasm.

He turned everything off. "Judging by your responses, everything appears to be working fine." He pinched her nipple, and twisted it, watching her carefully as he touched her. "You are enjoying it, aren't you? Soon you'll be begging me for orgasms, asking for your pussy to be filled. Just like Amanda Wright. Both of you aren't satisfied until you both have cocks fucking your holes."

Alice wished he wouldn't say such things. Not when he was looking at her with his handsome face and speaking with his beautiful lips. Sure, she had dreamt of kissing him once or twice, but nothing compared to the things he had come up with for her.

"Let's put you in a dress."

The next fifteen minutes passed surreally. Mr. Romero took out a high-neck wide-skirt dress and proceeded to put it on her. The dress had to be specifically made for this purpose, because it only required to be done up in the back, with the added side effect of further securing her to the stand. All evidence of straps and wires was hidden under layers of lace and the length of the skirt. Her make-up was cleaned with a cloth, reminding her that she had quite possibly looked hideous for the last few hours. New make-up was put on her. Was there anything Mr. Romero didn't know how to do? The last of all, he put an elaborate blond wig on her, hiding the pole on the back of her head.

Alice was a different person now. She was one of the dolls in Mr. Romero's collection -- a life-sized Victorian doll. The only sign of life was her eyes. They

looked at him uncertainly. The drug had eventually rendered her mute as well.

"You look beautiful, Alice," Mr. Romero said, taking a step back to inspect his work. He took a look at his watch. "Just in time too. There are two more hours until midnight, before Halloween is over. Since you're not able to work in the foyer for now, this seemed to be a good substitute."

Alice would have pointed out that he was the one responsible for dragging her away from her work, but she could only glare at him.

He took it in stride. "Don't worry. You're going to enjoy this. I'm going to turn on the devices inside you and lock you in. There's a place in the doll room prepared for you. All you have to do is to stand there. Simple, isn't it?"

Her eyes revealed just what she thought of it.

Mr. Romero went on. "Since it is Halloween after all, I have to put in the fear factor, don't I? The doll, once shut, is airtight. Meaning, you only have a limited amount of time before you run out of air and die. Now, I've done my calculations very carefully. You only have about an hour and a half before unconsciousness sets in. I intend to put you inside until midnight, two hours from now. What you want to do, Alice, is to take very slow measured breaths."

Alice watched helplessly as Mr. Romero turned on the electricity again and closed the glass door, trapping her inside it. He walked out of sight around to the back. The container began to move, sending rumbly vibrations through the pole up to the dildos inside her. The currents were mild, but with the vibrations, managed to hit some of her sweet spots. It felt good to be pleasured by these strange devices. If it wasn't for the fact that she was very visible in a glass container and traveling along corridors, she might be tempted to give in to being masturbated.

As it was, the container stopped moving in front of a door. Mr. Romero swung it open, and she gasped inwardly. He did it. He had brought her to the doll room.

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When Darren Romero appeared unexpectedly in the doll room during a short lull, the scare actors quickly flocked towards him like baby chicks seeking shelter. He knew each of them, for he had vetted them personally. When he set out to hire a team years ago, he had deliberately chosen people who were in desperate circumstances and wouldn't ask questions at all. He was certain more than a few noticed a few peculiarities going on, but they'd kept their mouth shut, especially since he paid remarkably well. It was mutually beneficial on both sides.

They gathered around the glass container, staring curiously at the new doll he wheeled in, placing it in the place where he had previously dedicated it. She wasn't the only life-sized doll, nor was she the only one in a glass container.

Surrounded by dolls of all shapes and sizes, Alice looked as if she belonged right among her fellow toys and playmates. As for the scare actors, whether they would suspect it was Alice did not matter to him. Most see what they believe in, and they knew Alice was working in the foyer, not trapped in a glass box with electricity running through her most private of places.

"She's very pretty," one of the young girls praised. Her eyes widened when she caught Alice blinking. "Ooh! She just moved! Is she supposed to do that?"

"Yes. As a matter of fact, she requires plenty of battery to keep running," Darren Romero chuckled at his own joke.

"It's certainly one of the prettiest in your collection, Mr. Romero," a tall boy commented.

"I think they all look downright creepy," the girl standing beside him whispered loudly. She was nudged by the boy and went quiet.

Mr. Romero ignored the interaction between the two scare actors and surveyed his employees. They were dressed in costumes similar to the dolls in his collection. Together, they created a disconcerting effect, especially when they were hidden among the other dolls, only jumping out whenever people passed them by. The audio effects began to rise once more through the sound system, a signal that the next group of visitors was coming.

"Keep an eye out on the new doll for me, won't you? I want to make sure that it's working correctly."

He left after their chorus of agreement, heading straight to the security room. He had installed cameras in all the rooms in the mansion, and now easily called up the camera in the doll room on the computer screen. The actors milled around for a few seconds after he left, all of them were quick to return to their positions after that. Except for a few looks cast towards the corner, for the most part, they left Alice alone.

Darren Romero had his sight focused on two scare actors. The taller guy, Alex, spoke to the smaller girl in the ear, then shook his head, his facial expression stern.

Darren Romero knew Alex was smart and probably had perceived what went on through the years. He was one of his first hires when he opened the mansion eight years ago. At twenty-five, he showed no sign of moving on. Alex had a job for the rest of the year but he always took two weeks off before Halloween and showed up at the mansion. If Alex knew about what happened to the women, and the ignorant participation he took every year, then Darren Romero wondered if he was cultivating another man like himself on the sly, with the same proclivities. It was why, he thought, he hadn't rejected him when Alex said he would bring his girlfriend along last year. It wasn't a problem until now. If Alex didn't know how to control his woman, then Darren Romero could do it for him.

He returned his attention to Alice. From all outward appearance, she looked just like the other dolls, especially when the lights were dimmed. He couldn't even tell what she was feeling from the distance. How long would she last? How long until she learned to give in to the urges of her body?

Tonight had given him a sample. His appetite increased. He wanted more.

More than just one night.

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Alice was trapped in a surreal nightmare. Paralyzed, unable to move an inch of her own body, bound tightly within a container, it didn't take much for claustrophobia to set in. If the mansion by some bizarre flash of fate caught fire and had to evacuate, she wouldn't even be able to save herself.

But the sense of claustrophobia was tempered by the glass case, which allowed her to look out... and others to look in. She was fully aware of her surroundings, recognized her colleagues who worked in the doll room, and saw their curious gazes when Mr. Romero was talking to them. What was he talking about? Would he tell them it was her under the doll outfit? Would they recognize her?

As soon as Mr. Romero left, one of the male scare actor came up and tapped on the glass container. He spoke to the others, but they shook their head and refused to approach Alice. Although they were curious about Alice, they seemed to know not to meddle too deeply in Mr. Romero's affairs. As the music rose again, all of them splintered off towards their positions around their room.

Alice didn't pay much attention to them. The sounds of screams and creepy moans, the abrupt flaring of bright lights in the dim room, and the movement of people around her, were all lost in her preoccupation of her body. Or rather, on the devices working on her body.

The electrical current wasn't constant. They followed the cycle of the scary effects of the room, increasing when the actors jumped out at the visitors, and decreasing when the visitors left the room. It was as though the devices were trying to get her to orgasm when there were more people around, trying to prove a point that she wasn't able to control herself, that she could get aroused anywhere.

Alice put up a token resistance at first. She hated to think she would give in so easily to Mr. Romero. But as the electricity continued to zap her breasts, and her clit was drawn in by the suction tube, tighter and tighter, like a slow squeeze, and the twin dildos began increasing in power once more, it was as if her mind broke.

Her body was bound, stuffed, and trussed up. The man whom she was infatuated with turned out to be a sexual predator. She didn't want anything to do with sex but she had been pleasured throughout the night. Never in her wildest sexual fantasy did she foresee she would find herself in such a situation. Yet, it had all happened today. She enjoyed tonight, enjoyed all the depraved things Mr. Romero had put her through. The knowledge threw her over the edge. Her lips parted only incrementally. Her eyes slid shut as she rode the climax.

The devices didn't stop. Her pussy spasmed around the dildos inside her, but hugging them tighter, made the electrical currents feel stronger. Her clit continued to be teased in a cycle of suction and release. Her breasts felt fiery and hot, swollen. The heavy material of the dress weighed down on them. She was sweating within the container. Yet, despite her torment, she was infuriatingly aroused. It felt so naughty to be teased erotically beneath her presentable exterior. Her juices dripped out of her, creating a puddle where she stood.

The cycle went on. To Alice, it felt like there was no end, that the intervals between each torment were getting shorter and shorter. Her clit felt stretched, pulled excruciatingly deeper into the tunnel of the suction tube. Her body continued to quiver lightly from the electricity. She couldn't differentiate between agony and pleasure any more. The electricity felt like a tickling and pins and needles. She felt as though she had been there forever, even though Mr. Romero had said it would be two hours. With each orgasm, she felt like a slut, an orgasm-hungry whore.

Each time the electricity pulsed across her skin, her arousal ricocheted. What did it mean that she was turned on by this? Only bad girls enjoy this. And she had been coming all of tonight. She might not admit it, but her body did enjoy it. There was something titillating about this, used like this, that wasn't found in her sex with her ex.

When the stimulation stopped, she whimpered and wished for more. She was beginning to feel faint, she thought. She realized she had forgotten what Mr. Romero had told her about the air. Was she going to faint? Was this how she would die? She hadn't been careful at all with her breathing. Cold sweat broke out along her back. She had been panting, drawing in large gulps of air when she came.

Even now, she was taking in quick shallow breaths as she approached another peak. The sense of lightheadedness increased. There was nothing for her to do. She couldn't save herself. Was Mr. Romero looking at her? Would he come in time to rescue her?

Somewhere in the recesses of her mind, where her inner slut resided, a voice spoke up. If this was to be the last moment of my life, I'm going to make it as good an orgasm as I could.

When the stimulation began once more, Alice gave in to it. Her breasts felt like a thousand ants were biting down on it. Her clit felt good being sucked. Her ass and pussy convulsed around the dildos, hugging them affectionately like lover's cocks. As the sense of lightweightedness took over her, she gave in to an explosive climax. As she fainted, the devices continued working on her, not caring what state she was in.