Cassie's Misadventures Ch. 03: Party Angel

Cassandra read the invitation again.

"You are invited to the exclusive City Youth Ball at the Country Club. The theme is Angels and Demons." The invitation actually said "Angel" in the singular, no "s", but she presumed it was a misprint. She was rather excited to be invited and bounced about wondering what to wear. "Duh! Angel silly!" she chided herself.

She persuaded her father to part with his credit card and went into town to shop, including visiting a high-class costumers. She was feeling quite adventurous and wanted to make a good impression among the exclusive clientele expected, so also visited a couple of expensive boutiques including her favourite lingerie shop. After a full day's shopping, she was exhausted, but also excited at the thought of her outfit.

The day of the Ball arrived. Cassandra spent the morning at the hairdressers and the rest pampering herself to make her body smooth and soft. She wanted to look her best and got a friend to help her with her sophisticated make-up look. Finally, she got dressed. She had opted for the pure white innocent angel look. Her lingerie was the finest money could buy: silk and satin lace with lace frills and trim.

The centrepiece was a beautiful full lace boned strapless basque which cinched her already narrow waist in tightly and cupped and lifted her soft and generous breasts firmly, whilst leaving an enticing cleavage. Her friend had to help lace her up tightly at the back. Fine white deep lace top stockings clipped to lace garter straps hanging from the bottom of the basque. The panties were a high cut wisp of lace and silk cupping her mound gently.

Then there were the wings. These were no cheap plastic stick-ons. They were actually made with fake feathers, so soft and realistic, you could have mistaken them for the real thing. The wings were in a semi-folded shape, extending up and then down to either side. They had some bulk to them, but were extremely light. Her friend helped her fix the wings securely. They fastened securely to the loops, eyelets and straps on the back of her basque, and when tightened, they felt part of her as she moved.

Next was the flimsy dress. It was made of very thin, light silk, largely backless but for a small loop and button near the top, and had a short, flared skirt which came halfway down her thighs and swished when she strutted. She had to pull the dress up from below because of the wings, and wriggled her shapely hips as she positioned it to cover the basque. It had thin shoulder straps. It fitted perfectly around the base of her wings and with the top button fastened, gave the impression that the wings grew out of it.

Lastly, she strapped a pair of white stilletos to her stockinged feet, lifting her torso and presenting her legs wonderfully. She looked stunning. Her friend was speechless, gawping at the graceful but sexy angel before her.

Finally finding her voice she offered her opinion. "You can't go in that Cassie! You'll get eaten alive!"

Cassandra giggled. "That's what I'm counting on (metaphorically speaking, that is). I just want to turn all the other girls green, and turn the heads of all the boys."

"Well you'll definitely do both with that outfit!". Cassandra was thrilled by the look and effect the ensemble had on her already shapely body. What with her wavy blonde hair, her make-up the outfit and the wings, she was going to knock them dead, she was sure.

Cassandra's taxi swept around the gravel drive and stopped in front of the grand entrance to the hall. Having paid the driver, she confidently exited, clutching her small white handbag and strutted gracefully up the steps, despite her heels, under the admiring watch of a small number of men who stood casually around the doorway. They were all dressed smartly in suits or tuxedos, but with various variations, generally in red, and most had masks or make-up on the demon theme.

She felt their gaze on her curvaceous body, with her pure white angel wings waving gently behind her, almost flapping as she moved. She couldn't have been happier as she swished up with a smug grin on her face as she was announced and entered the entrance hall.

This was when she started to get uneasy. For a start, she couldn't recognise anyone she knew. This was partly due to the red masks and make-up surrounding her. But what made her more uneasy was the considerable lack of other women. She could not see a single one! She stood for a moment in her own space in the centre of the circular grand entrance hall, a circle of demonic men observing her from all around the walls, regarding her shapely curves and beautiful features in her innocent angel costume that looked so realistic.

The girls must all be somewhere else, she reasoned, and spotting a cloakroom sign, headed that way to deposit her handbag. The attendant took her bag and locked it away safely. "Don't I need a ticket?" she asked. He regarded her briefly. "I think we'll know which is yours, Miss." He replied. This reply unsettled her, and now free from her modest baggage, she went about looking for comfort in the company of some girls whilst she got her bearings.

But everywhere she wandered throughout the reception rooms, there were only men! She was offered a glass of "special" champagne in a frosted fluke by a polite demon waiter which she held and sipped as she swished gracefully from room to room. Red eyes drank in her form and mentally ravished the young, beautiful and innocent angel in the midst of all the dark, sinister men.

She was starting to get very uneasy about the lack of other women, and the fact that she didn't recognised any of the men amongst perhaps two hundred. Surely she wasn't the only girl here, was she? Or was she? Recalling the supposed misprint on the invitation with no "s"; "Angel and Demons". She felt a pang of nerves in the pit of her stomach as she thought that maybe it wasn't actually a misprint and she was the only angel invited! Surely not!

She turned to find someone to ask and almost dropped her empty glass as she nearly collided with a tall stranger clad in black from head to toe. His mask was dark but otherwise simple and only covered the top half of his face, and she could see he had not make-up underneath. He wore a tuxedo like everyone else, but his shirt was black, unlike anyone else's.

"I'm sorry" she blurted out as she took a step back.

"Don't worry my Angel" he replied in a deep friendly voice, smiling warmly at her. "Here, let me help you with that" he offered, as he took her empty glass off her and replaced it with another one from a passing waiter. She wondered why all the other glasses that the men were sipping from seemed to be clear, and the one she had been given was frosted glass.

After she got over her surprise of the collision, she relaxed a little, gulping her new drink nervously. Come to think of it, this and the last drink she had were the only glasses she had seen about which were frosted. Shaking that thought from her mind, she decided to see if her new attendant in black could help with her search.

"Do you know where all the other women are?" she inquired. "I seem to be in the wrong place."

"Ah. Come with me and I'll show you" he volunteered in a reassuring tone. She was grateful to have an unofficial escort and was gladly ushered ahead of him as he guided her through the sea of men which parted to make way for the innocent angel in their midst. As they reached the foot of the stairs, he politely indicated she should climb them ahead of him. As he walked behind her, he admired her feminine form, her long legs and the shape of her bottom swaying to and fro under the short skirt. Her wings waved gently with each step.

As she reached the plush landing at the top, she turned to look for directions from him. He took her nearly empty glass off her and placed it on a nearby table before ushering her along a corridor with a warm friendly hand just touching the back of her waist under her wings.

They stopped in front of one of the large doors down the corridor. She turned to him, with a questioning look. This didn't seem to be one of the reception rooms. He stepped right up to her, towering over her, glancing down her lovely curvy body. His palms went to her jawline and his warm palms tilted her face up towards him.

Cassandra felt spellbound by his gaze. Normally she would have turned away or stepped back. She wondered why she hadn't. Before she could think to get her body to move, he held her face gently and his lips came down onto hers. She whimpered and pushed her hands against his chest as the soft, wet kiss took her mouth sensually. He held her face firmly to him as he kissed her and she wriggled until he suddenly released her.

She gasped for air and took a step backwards, into the door, her breath and breasts heaving.

"Sorry. I couldn't resist that" He explained apologetically. "You're just too adorable."

She mumbled something softly, trying to brush it off as acceptable. Why was she feeling so compliant? Normally she would be furious, maybe slap him and barge past him back towards the stairway. But now, she meekly accepted his apology and stayed put, waiting his next move.

He reached past her for the door knob, and as he did, it brought him close to her front again. He gazed lustfully down her swelling cleavage as she lowered her face to avoid his lips, her breathing becoming deeper. He paused there, virtually trapping her between his body and the door, admiring her body. Eventually he turned the handle and the door swung open.

Cassandra stepped back into the room, wanting to regain some personal space. He edged forward and she backed away, not knowing what was in the darker room behind her, surprised that there were no lights. If there were other women here, why were the lights dimmed?

Just as they cleared the door, and the man in black pushed it closed, she felt strong hands grip her arms. She gave a yelp of surprise, just as the heavy door clicked shut. The lights went on revealing a plush bedroom, but more immediately, two thickset men dressed in black overalls, wearing black balaclavas, holding her arms to her sides.

"Hey! What's going on?" she demanded, trying in vain to tug her arms free. The two new men said nothing, but held her easily as the original man snatched up an object from a nearby table. He approached her front and held it up. She could see that it was a white ball gag!

"Nooo! Don't!" she started shrieking. She struggling frantically, but he moved quickly, and holding her jaw as his accomplices held her steady by her arms, pushed the ball firmly into her mouth, filling it and effectively silencing her. He tightened it in place with a white strap and a buckle to the side, after ensuring her lovely blonde hair fell over the strap.

She struggled against their vice-like grip, mumbling unintelligible protests into the gag as the two other men dragged her over to the high bed and pushed her forward over the side of it, holding her down in place. Her short skirt lifted up a bit at the back and the Man in Black caught a tantalising glimpse of her lace stocking tops and the garter straps underneath. She wriggled in their grip as she tried to gain purchase on the floor, but her high hells prevented this, and instead just ended up jiggling her bottom at him enticingly.

The henchmen easily held her struggling body down, and bent her arms below her wings, pinning her forearms behind the small of her back. Man in Black produced some soft white rope, and they held her arms tightly as they tied her wrists to the opposite elbow, tucking her arms in and making her back arch. They were careful not to damage her wings, and managed to tie her arms securely and tightly together without impeding the wings, so that they still stood out firmly from her back above her tied arms and hung down to each side.

She was whimpering in despair, shaking her head pitifully as they overpowered and immobilised her.

Once her arms were secure, Man in Black stood behind her while the others backed off. He held her down onto the bed with one hand on her tied arms, while he moved his front against her. She wriggled and mumbled from behind the gag as she felt the bulge in his trousers nudge against her bottom.

He placed his free palm on the outside of her thigh and slid it up her stockinged leg and under the flimsy white skirt. She squeaked a little as he stroked his hand up her thigh, lifting the hem and reaching the lace of her stocking tops. He stroked the lace, then the smooth skin above, all the while lifting her skirt higher at the back. She kicked her feet back but could only move below her knees and he stood with his legs apart so that her heels moved harmlessly between his knees.

He moved his other hand and lifted the skirt off her bottom, up to her tied arms, revealing the white lace garters and the delicate white lace panties that fitted snugly over her warm place between her legs. He grabbed her smooth bum cheeks in his hands and squeezed them firmly, hefting the taught globes and feeling her tremble under his touch.

Then he moved his hand and placed it on her panties as they delved between her bum cheeks down to her mound. She shrieked and jumped so he held her down firmly with one hand as his other smoothed its way down her crack, following the white lace. He slid it down and down between her legs where it felt warmer, and she wriggled more as he slid it to cup her womanhood gently.

She squirmed as his fingers and hand started massaging her pussy through the thin lace, exploring the full length of her crack, delving into her slightly, teasing between her pussy lips. He slid his hand in and out from between her legs, pressing into her and feeling her gash which moistened under his rubbing. His fingertips found her clit and the young angel squeaked as he nudged it through the delicate lace of her white panties. He could feel her thighs trembling as he teased the helpless beauty and chuckled to himself.

The he reluctantly withdrew his hand and after giving her bottom a playful slap which made her squeak, he stepped back. The two henchmen stepped up and taking hold of her arms, pulled her up off the bed. They turned her around and she stared into Man in Black's now cold eyes in anguish, as he nodded for the others to follow him.

They firmly held her steady between them on her high heels as they frogmarched her out of the room and further down the corridor. Man in Black led them down some back stairs at the end, and they had to guide her firmly to stop her from falling. At the bottom was a padded door which led into the library of the mansion.

The secret door closed ominously behind them with a click. The main doors to the large library were firmly closed and Cassandra could hear faint sounds of the party on the other side. She knew it would be futile to try to scream for help with the gag firmly in place, but she tested it with a few shrieks as loud as she could muster. No-one heard. No-one moved. No-one came to her aid.

The two henchmen minders stood her in the middle of the room, and she watched while Man in Black fetched a square padded stool and placed it in the centre of the room. He sat on it and beckoned her over. The minders walked her up to him until she was within reach and he spread his legs and, placing his hands on her hips, pulling her forward to him. The others two withdrew, but she was already trapped.

Her breathing quickened making her breasts heave delightfully and her wings beat gently. She looked very desirable in her flimsy dress, with white stockings, her arms tied tightly behind her, her wings spread behind her and the gag silencing her feeble protests. He slid his hands around from her hips to cup her arse cheeks firmly, and she blushed and looked down meekly as he firmly moulded her bum cheeks in each large palm, feeling her through the flimsy material of the dress.

After a few minutes of pawing her bottom, he slid his hands down her thighs until he reached her legs below the skirt. He slid them up her stocking clad legs, under the skirt and she trembled as he stroked up the outside of her legs and then around to her bottom to squeeze her there under the flimsy skirt. He pulled her closer so that her outthrust breasts were level with his face and he nuzzled her firm breasts with his nose, seeking out her sensitive nipples through the silk of her dress and the lace of her underwear. She wriggled and whined meekly as he continued to play with her body.

Then he held her hips under the skirt and turned her sideways and pulled her to him, so that she stood between his spread legs. He rested his left hand under her short skirt on her bottom, stroking, patting and fondling the naked flesh either side of the narrow lace strip of her delicate lace thong.

His right hand slipped across from her hip, over her lace covered tummy and dipped into the top of her lace panties. She moaned into the gag as he started to fondle and stroke his way down to her pussy where her warmth trembled deep inside. He slid his leading finger down her slit, stroking over the soft flesh of her abdomen and over the nubbin of her clit, before touching the dampness of her smooth naked pussy.

He slipped his hand lower, so that his finger could delve into her crack. He wriggled it inward, curving it up and into her and encountered a sudden gush of slippery juice. He wasn't surprised because this was one of the desired effects of the spiked drinks they had been feeding her. He worked the juice over his finger tip, then as he held her naked pudenda in his hand, hooked his finger and slipped it into her warm, wet pussy.

Cassandra gasped loudly as she felt his long thick finger slip into her most intimate part. She squealed as he started working it around inside her pussy, making it rub firmly against all the sensitive walls within her silky tunnel. She was surprised at how wet she felt. He held her bottom steady as he explored deeper inside her with his large digit.

She trembled and shook in his hold as he coaxed her body to respond to his invading finger. He started sliding it in and out and up and down, working it well inside her pussy, winding her up and driving her towards a peak.

Cassandra was getting more and more aroused by the forced stimulation of her pussy from the finger moving deep inside and closed her eyes and mewled as she started to feel an unwelcome orgasm well up inside. She didn't know that her drinks had been spiked and she was now resigned to the feelings of arousal as Man in Black continued to play with her, driving her closer and closer to the edge of the orgasmic chasm.

Then, just as the wave of orgasm was about to break, he suddenly stopped moving his finger and slipped it out of her.

Cassie opened her eyes in surprised frustration as he withdrew his hands and turned her to face him. His hands held her hips under the skirt, drawing her closer as his mouth sought a nipple through the silk dress and lace basque. He sucked it into his mouth and nibbled around the bud, making her whimper.

Then he found the little bows of her panties on her hips, and he tugged them loose. He held her at arm's length, watching her, admiring the way her out-thrust breasts heaved their cleavage wonderfully at him He drew the flimsy lace of her panties down, peeling it off her wet pussy and drawing it out from between her legs, leaving her lovely young smoothly shaven pussy glistening under the short skirt.

He undid his fly and shuffled his trousers and boxers over his bottom and down to the floor. Her eyes went wide in surprise and anguish as his more than impressive cock sprung up hard, hot and purple. It was huge and it throbbed at her in anticipation. He put his knees together, and reached out and grabbed her bottom.

She wriggled in his hold but could not resist him as he pulled her closer, forcing her legs to part on either side of his. Soon, because of the tall heels she was wearing, she found herself standing straddling over his lap, her dripping pussy dangerously suspended over his large, jutting cock head. Her eyes were wide with fright and awe as he manoeuvred her luscious reluctant body directly above his large tool which seemed to pulse in her direction.