Natalie stepped out of the shower and wrapped the soft bath towel around her body. After drying her hair, she sat down at the kitchen table and wrapped her hands around a warm cup of coffee. She was just enjoying her second sip when the doorbell rang.
She made sure the towel was tightly secured and went to answer the door. The brisk October breeze touched her skin, raising goosepimples as she greeted the messenger standing on her front doorstep.
"Miss Natalie Fremont?" he asked.
"Yes, what is this about?"
He smiled and handed her a stiff envelope. "I have a message for you. Can I just get your signature please?" he asked in a polite tone.
He handed her an electronic tablet and a stylus. "Just in the signature block."
She was a little perplexed, as she wasn't expecting anything, but she went ahead and signed for it.
"Thanks Miss Fremont, have a great day."
She closed the door, and went back to her coffee. She put on a pair of glasses, and pulled the strip to open the envelope. Inside, there was another one, made of high quality parchment with her name hand printed in an elegant script.
She turned the envelope over to see a wax seal, deeply embossed with a curious character she didn't recognize. When she pried it open, she felt a momentary shock, like a small static charge. She pulled out a card addressed to her in the same elegant script:
Dear Miss Fremont,
Your presence is requested at a fancy dress ball on Halloween.
Please RSVP to the email address on the enclosed card by October 11.
We look forward to your company, and whatever costume you decide to choose.
She looked at the business card, which had the same curious sigil as on the wax seal, the name "Charles M." and an email address.
By now she was thoroughly confused, as nothing about this made sense. She was sure it was probably some kind of marketing seminar, but it was all very specific to her. Still, she had a some time to think about it and decide. She set the invitation on the counter and went about her day.
Throughout the day, her thoughts kept drifting back to the invitation. Oddly, when someone asked if she had Halloween plans, she found herself giving an evasive answer before she could think. It was if her conscious thoughts slipped over the invitation. It seemed important to avoid telling people about it, as if deep down, it was an important and exciting secret that would lose it's allure if shared.
She went to bed that night, and dreamt that she was a beautiful demon, wantonly riding a blindfolded man's enormous penis. When she awoke, the details were hazy, but an idea for a costume was firmly planted in her mind. That thought spurred her to accept the invitation.
Halloween wasn't for a few weeks, but she felt that there was a lot of work to do. Over the next couple of weeks, she collected all the pieces for the costume, including some she was mildly shocked to include, but they just felt right.
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She stood in front of the tattoo parlor, not quite sure how she got there. She felt like she was sleepwalking as she entered, told them what she wanted, and was led to the back room.
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She looked at herself in her bathroom mirror, wondering if it was a dream. It couldn't be, as she could see her gold nipple rings. She looked down to see the curious sigil tattooed on her mons in black ink, sitting above a gold clitoral hood piercing and matching rings through her long labia. Looking over her shoulder, she could see a small sigil tattooed on her tailbone and another tattooed between her shoulder blades.
The strangest part of all, was that it was just the night before that all this work was done, and they were all fully healed.
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Halloween finally arrived. She'd received a text message telling her that a limo would be picking her up at 10:00 PM.
She showered, and prepared her hair, working it into a long wild mane of black hair. She put in the fake vampire teeth before doing her makeup, figuring it would be simpler. The press-on devil horns stood out on her forehead, as she added makeup, to blend them to her skin. Soon, she had dark eye shadow, white contact lenses, and bright red lipstick to finish the look.
She admired herself in the mirror, holding up her large, firm breasts between her black manicured nails, as she bared her new fake fangs.
She began to dress, pulling on thigh high leather boots with spike heels. She sat down on the bed, and wrapped the open leather corset, which buckled up the front. Her breasts were pulled in tight, and threatened to spill over the cups. She buckled on a leather collar, and pulled on the black leather miniskirt. Costume bat wings followed, and her ensemble was nearly complete.
She screwed up her courage and took the final piece of her costume, a devil tail butt-plug. She stuck it in her mouth to moisten it, and inserted it slowly into her ass. She gasped as it passed into place, feeling both incredibly turned on, and thoroughly dirty. There was a small leather thong to go with the outfit, but it lay forgotten on the bed when she left the room.
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She stood in her living room, savoring her second glass of bourbon when her phone buzzed.
Miss Fremont, your car is outside.
Natalie took a deep breath, and left her house empty handed. The phone and keys sat neglected on the coffee table as the door clicked shut.
She walked down the front steps, to see a black limousine at the curb, with a beautiful woman wearing a black miniskirt so short it was nearly a belt, a short dress jacket showing a great deal of cleavage, holding open the passenger door.
"Miss Fremont, I'm here to take you to the party. That's an amazing costume, you're really going to be a star tonight."
Natalie smiled and said "Thanks. I worked really hard on it."
As she got into the limo, she noticed the driver was wearing a leather collar around her neck with a gold pendant, bearing the same sigil that was now permanently marked above Natalie's pussy.
"There are refreshments in the fridge, and please make yourself comfortable."
She leaned over to show Natalie where everything was stored, and rewarded her with a view of a small hard nipple peaking out of the jacket.
The driver stood up and closed the passenger door, went around the front and got in the limo. "We'll be there soon," and the dark tinted privacy screen separating her from the driver whirred quietly, and beginning to rise.
"Wait! I have some questions!" She said frantically.
The screen stopped.
"Miss, I'm not allowed to answer any. It will all be clear soon enough."
Natalie sighed. Deep down, she knew something wasn't quite right about the whole situation.
The screen raised, and the car began to move, leaving her alone in the back with her thoughts. She carefully arranged herself to avoid ruining the bat wings, and sat on one buttock to keep from putting too much pressure on the plug.
She looked out the window, and the hypnotic effect of lights moving past soon had her feeling drowsy. In a few moments, her head fell back on the seat and she was asleep as the limo left the city and sped down the road.
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Natalie awoke to a gentle chime, and a voice over the intercom.
