Tricks Before Treats Ch 04

Author's Note: This part happened in Alice's head.

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Halloween ended at midnight, though that little detail had always been overlooked. The haunted mansion sent its last group of thrill-seekers out of its estate before the last chime of the old grandfather's clock in the grand foyer. The employees left right after them, heading out to enjoy the rest of the night and festivities in a chorus of excitement. The odd doll experiment was quickly forgotten. The lights in the mansion went dark. Its time was over and it would go to sleep now... until the next Halloween.

Darren Romero headed back to the doll room. Alice's eyes were closed within the glass container. Even though she was propped and bound to the stand, she looked very much like sleeping beauty within the glass coffin. He didn't open the container and kiss her. He knew she was entirely out of it from the drugs.

He pushed out the glass container and down a corridor to an elevator. He had added it a few years ago, in an area which was closed to public, and pressed the button for the basement. As the door chimed close and descended through the floors, he found his heartbeat racing with excitement once more. His lips stretched into a macabre grin. He rapped his knuckles on the shell of the container, knew he wouldn't get any response. He had plenty of time for his next preparation.

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"Don't run away from me, girl." A deep voice bellowed. "Don't you dare make me chase after you."

Alice ran down the narrow flight of stairs located near the servants' quarters. She couldn't remember who was shouting at her, her escape inspired by unadulterated fear. She knew she was heading in the direction of the stables, that it was safe there, but she had no idea why she would know that. Heavy footsteps sounded closer. She abandoned any more thoughts and instead prioritized survival. There was no mistaking the menace in the man's voice.

"Get back here this instant, you little whore. You know there's nowhere you can hide." His words were punctuated by the heavy thump of his boots. "No one will help you here. This is my estate now, and mother isn't here to tell me what to do."

She didn't stop until she reached the servants' door near the kitchen. She had been fortunate in not spotting any servants on her way here, but it seemed her luck had run out. The door refused to open no matter much hard she pushed. She pounded a fist on it in frustration, her mind spiraling in search for another escape route.

"There you are, little sister. I've finally found you." A tall man appeared behind her suddenly.

Alice whirled around, almost creaking her neck when she turned her neck too quickly. She froze. The man was familiar to her. It was none other than her employer, Darren Romero.

She tried to leap away from him but his large hand clamp down on her elbow, held her in place.

"Let me go, Mr. Romero. I want to go home," she pleaded, attempting to free her limb.

"Mr. Romero? Is this some kind of new game you've come up with?" The man chuckled. He took her chin in a forceful grip and made her look at him. This close to him, she was incredibly aware of not only his masculinity, but the threat it presented to her. As to what he wanted from her, she knew it all from his lascivious leer.

It was also the time she noticed something odd. This man was not Darren Romero. They looked very similar, but her employer was more broad-shouldered and three inches taller. Darren Romero looked like well-respected professor at a university. No one knew more about the false appearance he had put up than her. After all, she had stupidly fell for it, even had a crush on him.

Who was this man then? The more she thought about it, the more she realized the strangeness of her situation. The last thing she recalled was being strapped into the glass container and fainted. Was she dead now? Or was this another nightmare she was trapped in?

"Where do you think you're going? Back to the hospital? I've heard from the wardens what they do up there. They say you are a particular favorite of theirs, that you performed well. I'd to spend several thousand more to get you out. My banker was quite unhappy with my decision, but I am quite insistent. You're my sister, after all. Family stick together."

He leaned in closer to her, until she had to arch her neck painfully to look up at him, feel his body heat emanating from him. Her body trembled in aversion. "Why should you spread your legs for those men when you can do the same for me?"

He pushed her brutally against the wall. Air rushed out of her lungs. There was a loud tearing sound of fabric. Alice felt cool air on her breasts. The man had ripped her the collar of her dress right down the front. His eyes glowed as he stared at her bare body.

"Look at yourself. You look no different seven years ago when I took your virginity in your bed. But you're no longer innocent, are you? They say you lift your skirts and part your legs for any man who'd have you, that you welcome their seed into your womb until they got you with child. You've become quite the whore, haven't you?" His hand squeezed her hips and groped her ass, his touch presumptuous, his tone offensive.

A rush of anger roared through her. It felt odd, distant like an echo, as though it didn't belong to her. She spoke, but the words were not hers.

"It was rape. I didn't want any of that! They made me!"

He raised a brow. "They made you? Are you sure about that?" He pressed closer to her until his body heat was a brand on her skin. "Did they make you come like I did? Did you scream out your orgasm for them too? Did you beg for their cocks inside you in exchange for a climax?"

His voice was low, almost alluring, sent shivers down her spine. He grabbed one of her nipple and rolled it between his fingers until it hardened into erection. "How many times did you come for them? Are you sure you can forget the pleasure of being fucked by cock after cock? Do you feel empty between your thighs now, little sister?"

She found herself speaking. "You can't touch me. You're my brother."

The man laughed, throwing his head backwards as though he had never heard a joke so funny. "I already did, and I will continue to do so. Besides, no one would dare to naysay me. You are no Romero. Father has never once admitted you are of his blood. Or have you forgotten that you are still Amanda Wright?"

The name snapped all the pieces into place in Alice's mind. Somehow, she was her right now, and the man before her was Amanda Wright's brother. Alice remembered what Darren Romero said about the unfortunate woman, that she was driven mad by her family, sent to an asylum where she was tormented. A look around her and she realized they must be at the mansion, which must have been the Romero family home. Was she hallucinating? Had she been driven mad that she empathized with the life experiences of Amanda Wright? Was this what truly happened to Amanda Wright?

The man lost his patience. With a vicious movement, he widened the tear of her dress, let it drop onto the floor. Alice realized if she didn't run now she would be raped by this man. She had no intention of experiencing that part of Amanda Wright's life. She kicked back at his shin and twisted away from his grip. She was dressed only in her underwear now, the rest of her bare. She ran down the corridor where she came from, hoping like hell that she wouldn't meet anyone else right now.

"Get back here!" She heard him bellow as she ran up the stairs. "Get back here or I swear I'm going to lock you in the cellars and have you whipped! Do you hear me? You get back here right-"

Alice slid through an open door and slammed it shut, cutting off the furious rant abruptly. She pressed her ear to the door but heard nothing through it. Stepping back, she began to look around the room she was in. It appeared to be an unused room or something. The wallpaper on the wall was peeling and she was sure there was mildew in the corners. Strange for a wealthy household would have a room so neglected. She took a closer look around, jumped when the wooden floorboards creaked loudly. For the most part, the room was empty.

Except for a small door on the other side of the wall. She was distinctly reminded of the scene in Alice in Wonderland where the girl had to drink a shrinking potion in order to get through a door like this. But there was no such potion for her. Alice got onto her hands and knees and opened the door carefully, peering curiously into it. There was nothing beyond a long dark corridor she couldn't see the end of.

She has to go in.

Alice found herself obeying the strange thought which had popped into her mind, not even questioning it. The door was just big enough to fit her shoulders and hips, leaving little wriggle room. It didn't take long for claustrophobia to set in. The darkness was unsettling. She wished she could have a torch, even a lighter. Her knees and palms began to hurt. It was also getting hotter and she was starting to perspire.

She thought of abandoning the idea and heading back out, but she was too far gone. She bit her lower lip and persisted, though much slowly than before. She would reach the other side eventually, wouldn't she? How far can this corridor go? This must be some trick of the mind. If it is, she hopes she wakes up from it soon.

Unable to ignore the growing uneasiness in her, she let out a yelp when she felt something brush against her ass. There was a flurry of movements. She managed to hit the back of her head against the wall and bruise her shoulder when she tried to turn around, forgetting that she was inside a small space. There was no way she could see behind her.

She stopped moving, rubbing her throbbing head to the sound of her racing heartbeat. She didn't even notice the scandalous position she was in, her chest flat on the floor as she massaged her head, her panty-clad ass raised high up.

That must have been a cockroach. Aren't tunnels like these full of creepy crawlies?

She would have believed in herself more but for the fact that the tunnel was far too clean. There was no evidence of dust or cobwebs at all. She began to feel quite vulnerable in here. Did she even close the door behind her? Would someone have followed her in?

Urged on by a sense of urgency, she continued her journey. It didn't take long for her to stop once again. The sting on her stomach told her something was definitely wrong.

"W-who's there?" she called out, her voice unsteady.

Her answer was another pinch on her inner thigh. She kicked out with her legs but hit nothing. This time, there was a warning slap to her ass. Alice screamed, pressing herself to the ground.

"Please. Whoever you are, I don't want anything to do with you. Just let me go. Please."

Something caught her hair and wrenched her head upwards. She scrambled for balance, her scalp burning. Her wrists and ankles were caught in steel-like grips, manipulated her into the same position she had been, on her hands and knees. Except she wasn't able to move at all now. She tried to wrestle free, but a sharp tug on her hair soon dissuaded her from struggling further.

"Who's there? Who's doing this? What do you want? Let me go. Let me go now! I want out of here!" Her voice sounded increasingly frantic, echoed through the long tunnel back to her.

Whoever it was soon made its intention clear. Something grazed her left breast. She shivered, moving away as she could from the contact. It felt cold, but wasn't hard like metal. She swallowed nervously. An impossible thought blossomed in her mind. When she felt the cold softness against her skin again, she let loose a high-pitched scream. Her eyes had adjusted enough to the dark to make out the shape of a hand coming out from the walls right before her. It was what were holding her still, which meant there were more than one.

"No. Go away! Go! Don't touch me!"

The idea of being trapped in a tunnel filled with sentient hands who sought to molest her was straight out of a nightmare. She renewed her struggles, trying to yank herself free from their captivity. More hands descended upon her, roving over her body. One slid down the curve of her ass and touched her through her underwear. Two more cupped her breasts gently, like a lover. She whimpered, trying to shake them off. Her attention was soon distracted by a finger pressing up against her entrance, the panty preventing it from entering. Inexorably, she got wet.

Heat suffused her cheeks. Why? Why did her body respond like this? Alice wanted to cry, but the hands began moving again. Thumbs brushed across her nipples. Her breath caught. The hands kneaded her twin globes gently, careful to avoid her areolas. It felt like torture to her, a slow seduction that left her body shivering and her loins burning with desire. It was as though they were challenging the voice of morality in her mind. By ignoring her pink peaks and concentrating on the surrounding areas, they ensured it was all she could think of.

Perspiration rolled down her face as she panted, her eyes looking unseeingly into the distance. Each time the fingers came close to her nipples, she arched her chest forward, trying to get them to touch her there. And each time they would still manage to steer clear, until the need all but reduce her to a sniveling shell of lust. At last, her mind snapped.

"Please! Touch my nipples! Pleaseeeee! Do whatever you want with me! Just touch my nipples! Let me come please!"

Against the persistent onslaught of pleasure cascading through her, Alice gave in to it in the end. This was a battle she could not win. She never thought she would one day be begging to orgasm. If she was more lucid, she would have been appalled by her own lasciviousness. But now, she didn't care. All she wanted was an orgasm.

A hand finally grazed her nipple. It was the faintest of touch, so light she thought she had imagined it. She was about to beg again when both her nipples were caught in a tight grip. Her next breath came out in a hiss, her desire temporarily satiated. But the hands weren't going to let her off easily. Soon, Alice was trying to shake off their crushing grip, until a sharp yank of her head made her go still.

"W-why-" She cut herself off before she could finish. Through her lust-induced haze, she recalled she had said they could do whatever they wanted with her. She simply didn't think they would be so rough with her.

To her relief, the hands let go suddenly, tugging at the now swollen peaks, rolling them between the fingers until her nipples puckered up into hard pebbles. Pleasure coursed through her body once more, heading straight to her loins, where the hands had left her a long time ago. Her hips undulated on its own accord, her thighs ached to press together to satisfy the fire between them. She wanted something inside her, something to stretch her apart and fill her up.

Sensing her rising horniness, the hands began pinching painfully on her nipples once more.

Alice whined, the pain leaving her breathless. "No... Why...."

The hands ignored her, continuing the cycle of pain and pleasure until her nipples were a dark red, swelling to three times their original size. She lost track of time inside here, caught in the web of lust, her body handled by sentient hands which manipulated her with ease. As the hands squeezed her nipples again, she suddenly felt like a cow whose udders were being milked. Her face flushed at the thought. It felt humiliating, yet at the same time, sexually exciting. Trapped in the tunnel by these strange hands, was she any different from a livestock locked in its stall?

She didn't have long to dwell on this. A hand caressed the curve of her plump ass, sliding up from the back of her left knee, the touch so light it felt like an insect crawling across her skin. A tingle went through her as it moved past the place where her ass joined her thighs. She pushed her ass back, demanding more. But the hand vanished the second she moved. Her eyes started tearing up. She felt like crying, but she bit her lip and held her tears back. She didn't want to be a wimp on top of being a slut. Besides, she knew there was nothing she could do.

When the hand returned to her ass, she held herself as still as possible. One of them gave her a light smack on her right ass cheek before being joined by another and both began working her underwear down. Alice helpfully cooperated when they released her ankles so the panty could be removed entirely. Her body tensed in anticipation. They weren't solely focusing on her breasts anymore. Perhaps they would give her the orgasm that hovered on the horizon.

A brush against her labia. She jerked forward. Her privates had never felt so sensitive before, never had to wait for stimulation, held against her will while being teased. There were times she thought she would come at once if her clit was touched, or if a cock was to fill her up. Alas, there was none. She had moved. The hands left her.

The hands on her nipples tightened down slowly, drawing the pain out. She let out a moan but did not move. The hands returned to her labia, the chill from the fingers not enough to cool her heated flesh. They were already engorged, parting slightly.

A finger slid between them, separating them further. Inside was all the juices which had seeped out of her, evidence that this strange experience was sexually arousing to her. Fingers coated themselves in her wetness until each one was slick. They roved over her sex, spreading her dew all over. Alice panted, her breaths shallow, her muscles taut.

She did her best to hold herself still, her entire being centered on her sex. It was all she could not to beg for them to touch her clit and sink those fingers into her. She didn't even notice how her nipples were being milked again.

Nails dug into her labia for a good grip and pulled them apart as far as it could go, exposing the most secret of her body. She let out a low moan. Her biceps were beginning to tremble from the strain of holding the same pose for an extended period of time.

A light brush of her clit drove her closer towards the verge of orgasm. Her lips formed the plea. "More."

The hands were happy to oblige this time. They probed at her clit, the organ already hard and throbbing. It peeked out from under the layer of skin were it resided, seeking more stimulation. Yet the hands were not simply satisfied with that. One of them pushed the hood up, revealing the tiny organ which was the Achilles' heel of all women. Another gripped it firmly between its thumb and index finger, massaging the sensitive bead.

Alice cried out. She wasn't able to see herself then, see what kind of wonton she was now: displayed in a doggy position, her breasts milked like a cow's udders, her pussy spread open to the world, her clitoris played with. Most importantly, her arousal was dripping from her sex, form a small puddle on the floor.

"Yes. Please. Yes, yes, yes." Alice found herself climbing the hill towards climax as her clit continued to be rubbed. Warm bubbly tingles spread from her groin to the rest of her body, her muscles tightening as the orgasm approached. Her eyelids fluttered close. She held her breath. It felt better than when she was touching herself late at night in bed. She was drove up the crest, teetered at the peak, about to fall-

But then nothing. The hands were gone from her clit. The sudden disappearance of the stimulation ruined it. Anger rose within her, sharp and biting. The world suddenly swung back into being. She began struggling once more, desperate to free herself. Yet, they held on firmly, letting her work her little tantrum off.

When she quieted down, knowing there was nowhere she could go, a finger slipped into her pussy, its entrance aided by her own lubrication. The pleasure from having something inside her distracted her. She whined, wanting more.