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Spooky Fantasy: The Festival

  • You know you should leave, but the songs and the spectacle of the crowd draw you deeper in. You pass by ghosts, vampires, enormous foxes that speak with human voices, imps, nymphs, ghouls, elves, and countless other things for which you have no names. And the deeper you go, the more of them you notice turning to stare at you. You hear murmurs and laughs around you, and as you pass an ogre you notice it's eyes lock onto you as it gnaws on the rib of an enormous boar. You start to walk faster, and a hand reaches out and snatches you into one of the tents.

    "You chose the wrong night to go wandering," says a vampire girl in a ragged tank top and leather pants.

    You start to stammer out a response, but in a flash she covers the space between the wall of the tent and the spot three or four feet away where she tossed you and slams a hand over your mouth. Then you hear the growling and snarling outside as a handful of monsters pass by in search of some fresh meat.

    "You're out of your depth, mortal," says the vampire. "You've entered the food chain now, but I suppose you might make it out alive if we claim you as our pet. What do you think, girls?"

    "I suppose it might be worth the trouble," says a creature with patches of blue scales scattered across her skin, fins sprouting from her arms and back, and webbing between her toes.

    "Oh yes! He's such an adorable little thing!" says a nymph or perhaps a faerie with green hair and blazing red eyes.

    "I do love breaking in a new pet," says a tall woman with pale skin, blue eyes like as deep and cold as a winter storm, and short, dark hair.

    "Wait," you say. You stand up, your hands out in an appeasing gesture. "I don't want to be anyone's pet. I've got a life. Just let me leave the way I came and I promise I'll never tell anyone about this!"

    In another flash, the vampire moves toward you, slaps you across the face, drives a fist into your stomach, and shoves you to the ground so that your ass is in the air and your face is on the ground. As you struggle to regain your breath some dim logical corner at the back of your mind realizes that the vampire girl was probably going easy on you. You feel her foot press down on your back.

    "It's too late for that, mortal," says the vampire. "Even if we did let you go you'd never make it out alive, and there are things that would follow you all the way home even if you did. There are things here that will never give up once they begin the hunt, even if it takes years. Going home safe and free really isn't a possibility anymore."

    "But...I can't just..." you stammer.

    "Hush, little pet," says the wild girl with the green hair. "Hush now, poor, sweet little pet, and listen to Lorelei's song."

    You notice then that the aquatic woman has indeed begun to sing. And then you realize it's the most beautiful thing you've ever heard. Sweet bliss creeps into you as your focus is consumed by the unearthly harmonies.

    "I am Carmilla," says the vampire. "The nymph goes by Diana, our lovely lady of winter is Sophie, and of course the siren is Lorelei. Now tell me who owns you."

    "Carmilla, Diana, Sophie, and Lorelei own me," you say as a dumb grin plays across your face. "I am their pet."

    Diana claps gleefully.

    "You may stand, pet," says Carmilla.

    You get up, still caught in the siren's song.

    "I don't like your clothes," says Sophie. "Take them off."

    "And make a show of it," adds Carmilla.

    You start to dance. Whatever images of strippers are floating around your memory come to the surface as you struggle to make the movements somehow seductive. Your owners laugh as you sway and wiggle and slide out of your clothes.

    Then the song stops. The bliss begins to fade, and you slowly realize what you've been doing. You blush and move to cover up your manhood.

    "Don't be a spoilsport," says Sophie as she snatches up your hands.

    Sophie lays a kiss on your neck, and it's like being carressed by a blizzard. Her lips move slowly up to yours, and your whole body trembles with the cold. Your penis should be shriveled up, but instead the touch of her lips and tongue send waves of tingling arousal firing through you. Your penis is caught between freezing cold and burning arousal, and the combination leaves it fully erect and racked with needles of cold pain. When Sophie kisses you on the lips, you feel your breath flow out of you, and your body turns pale and weak.

    "Please," you rasp as Sophie pushes away from you. "Please..."

    "Don't worry, pet," Diana says as she lays a hand on your shoulder and floods you with warmth and life. "That trick might be scary, but it's not as bad as it feels at first."

    She reaches down to your manhood and gives it a tug.

    "I think it's time to give your ass a good pounding. All we need is a toy to do it with."

    Then she gives another tug and, as if you were some living doll, your dick pops off, leaving behind a patch of smooth, blank skin.

    "This will do," says Diana cheerfully.

    "Hold on," says Carmilla. "I think we should take it out to join the rest of the celebration. I'd rather we fuck it by the light of a bonfire."

    The vampire places a leather collar around your neck, pushes you down to your knees, and asks, "What are you?"

    "I am a pet," you say. "I belong to Carmilla, Sophie, Diana, and Lorelei."

     

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