Ghost Riders in the Halloween Sky

"Will she be auctioned tonight?" a voice asked and Delia laughed. "No," she said, "she is leaving with us, and we aren't staying for the whole night."

"But she will be our forfeit for the trivia game," Susana said brightly.

An older female voice said, "Ah, yes, I see that your visit as guests has been approved by the owners." Then one of the girls pushed her forward and they walked across a wooden floor of some sort. As they were walking, Shirley felt a tug at the back of her head and suddenly the blindfold was gone. They were in what appeared to be a huge ballroom of some sort. There were a lot of tables stretching back into the darkness. The bright lights of a stage area were the only lights in the room. They stopped when they were standing in an open area in front of the stage.

"This is our table," Susana said excitedly, pointing to an empty table.

"Wow," Tawleena said. "Front row seats." Then she turned to Delia and said, "How'd you swing this, Big D?" Tawleena often called Delia "Big D," especially when she was impressed by something she had done.

"It's all Susana," Delia said and Susana quickly said, "Actually, it's all my Uncle Marvin. He's the black sheep of the family. Mom won't even talk about him. He is more than a member here. This is actually his ranch. Way back in the day, it was a speakeasy. Then it became a roadhouse. Then it became a strip club that failed. That's when Uncle Marvin bought everything and it became a BDSM club."

There were four chairs around the table. "Where do I sit?" Shirley asked meekly. She was hoping they weren't going to make her stand all evening because the high stiletto heels were already becoming uncomfortable.

"Look around," Delia said with a big smile.

At several of the nearby tables naked slaves knelt at their Masters'-- or Mistresses'-- feet.

"You want me to kneel on the floor?" Shirley asked, her eyes wide.

"Be thankful you aren't naked like the rest of the slaves," Frederika said derisively.

Shirley winced when Delia added, "... yet," but she lowered herself to her knees alongside Delia.

Delia reached out and petted her hair. She stroked it much like you would a dog's fur and said, "That's a nice slave. You're a good girl."

"Who's a good girl?" Susana said in a mocking tone and all four of them laughed loudly.

A very buff-looking young man wearing nothing but very tight, black spandex short shorts, and a black bowtie came up to the table and asked pleasantly, "And what can I get for you?"

Susana looked at him with a scowl and said derisively, "Forgetting your training are you? Uncle Marvin will not be pleased."

The man immediately dropped to his knees and begged, "Please forgive me, Mistresses. I wasn't sure how to address your table since one of you is obviously not a Mistress, but might not be a slave."

Susana smiled at him and said in an overly-pleasant voice, "Rise. You are forgiven... this time."

Once he was back on his feet, Delia said cheerily, "I will have a margarita, double." Then she pointed to Shirley and said, "My slave will also have a margarita, quad, in a doggie bowl."

The four girls laughed loudly at Shirley's shocked expression.

Susana pointed to herself, Frederika, and Tawleena and said, "We will have doubles. ... And all of this is on Uncle Marvin's tab. I will pay him back later."

The server looked at her for a moment and suddenly his face showed recognition. "Yes, Mistress Susana. You are a kind and benevolent Mistress to forgive me." He then scurried into the darkness to get their order.

"Kind and benevolent?" Delia said laughing. "He doesn't know you."

"Yes, he does," Susana said. "And he knows that one word from me and he would be working the special nights in an electric cock cage with firestick anal probe." She laughed, "Can you guess how the tables call their servers?"

All four girls laughed loudly. Then Delia looked down at Shirley and said, "Maybe we should loan her out for one of those special nights. I assume they have a similar arrangement for female servers."

That brought another round of laughter. Shirley looked up at them and said, "How can you be so evil?"

"We work at it," Delia replied flatly.

The server rushed back with a tray containing four double margaritas and a large glass doggie bowl. He set the margaritas carefully in front of each girl and then set the bowl on the floor just in front of Shirley's knees.

Delia reached down and removed Shirley's handcuffs. Then she said harshly, "Drink up, slave, You have to keep up with us."

Shirley put her hands on the floor, bent low and began lapping and slurping at the giant doggie margarita.

A tall, very pale woman with long black hair walked out into the area in front of the stage. "Masters and Mistresses, Doms and Monsieurs, and those of you sneaking a look at the kinky side of life, welcome to open night at Desert Mystique." She laughed slightly and continued, "Open night means you can attend on the invitation of a member. Most nights are closed to members only, and special nights require a special membership." She looked around the room and said, "We have a tradition of competitions here at our club on open nights." She smiled at the table next to the four girls. "We find that is a way to ease someone into the kinkier side of what we do here."

"So," she said loudly, "we are going to begin with a game of trivia."

She waited for the buzz of conversation to die back down and said, "The servers will be distributing the playing tablets. The rules are rather simple. The first one to buzz in with the right answer wins a token worth 5% off your bill for the evening. If you buzz in and you are wrong, however, you pay a forfeit. And that forfeit is an article of clothing."

She laughed and said, "But since Desert Mystique is the kind of club it is, each table can designate one person who will have to pay the forfeit."

She put her hand behind her ear and said, "What's that? You are wondering what happens when the designated forfeit runs out of clothes? Well then, she... or he... has to come up here on stage and receive a punishment forfeit. And then they stay up here on stage and take part in more of our little shows. Doesn't that sound like fun?"

Delia, Tawleena, Susana, and Frederika screamed out, "Yes!"

Shirley merely mumbled, "No."

"OK," the pale MC said, "here is the first question. Who was the first President of the United States?"

Delia immediately buzzed in. A light shone brightly from the top of the tablet. The MC pointed to the table and said, "Your answer?"

"Jefferson Davis," Delia said firmly and laughter filled the room.

"Someone owes us an article of clothing," the MC said wiggling a finger at the table.

Shirley reached for the frilled headpiece, but Delia said curtly, " Shirley, take off your dress and give it to the server."

The server stood calmly waiting while Shirley rose up on her knees and then took off the short black dress. That left her with the frilly headpiece, the black velvet bow tie, the frilly panties, the hyper-pushup bra, and of course, the fishnet stockings and stiletto heels.

Another table buzzed in. A man's voice called out, "Thomas Jefferson."

Again the room filled with laughter. "I guess you'll have to give them a shoe, Ruthie," the man said. His wife, who was sitting next to him glared at him, but reached down and took off one of her shoes.

George Bush, Alexander Hamilton, Nikita Khrushchev, and Marilyn Monroe were all given as answers before someone finally said, "George Washington."

The girls took turns answering the questions, but they were always wrong. There were not fourteen months in the year. Elvis Presley was not the fourth Beatle. Tom Dooley's face is not on the five-dollar bill.

Soon Shirley was kneeling in just one fishnet stocking. She would have felt less naked if she had actually been naked, but Delia very carefully made her give up the bra... and then one stiletto... then the other... then the ruffled panties... then the bow tie... then the headpiece... and finally the left fishnet stocking.

Shirley was getting ready to remove the last stocking, but the next question Susana answered correctly. "The third rock from the sun is Earth," she said sloppily. The margaritas were starting to get to her.

All four girls looked down at Shirley with her hands on the last stocking and smirked. "We can't get them all wrong, can we?" Frederika said almost laughing.

The next question was the boiling point of water. "One hundred degrees... Farenheit," Delia said smiling. Shirley sat back on the floor and pulled the final stocking off so Delia could hand it to the server.

"You know what happens next, don't you?" Susana asked almost giggling. "You get to go up on stage and get your ass whacked."

Shirley had no doubt that they would get the next question wrong... and they did.

"Oh, poor dear," the tall, pale MC said as she came over to lead Shirley up on stage. "You really don't want to be the first one to have to pay with a body forfeit."

Shirley wanted to ask, "Why's that?" but decided it was best for her to just stay quiet.

A curtain opened revealing five sets of wrist restraints hanging down over the stage on thick ropes. Two burly stagehands positioned Shirley under the first set of restraints and then carefully wrapped them around her wrists binding her wrists tightly together.

There was a whirring noise above her and the rope raised until she was almost on tiptoe. The whirring noise stopped and the men bound her left ankle to one end of a spreader bar. Then they grabbed the right ankle and pulled it out to the other end of the spreader. She could keep one foot on the ground... more or less, but only by being on tiptoe. As the men stepped away, she bounced around in a tight circle, muttering under her breath.

"And what is your name, sweetie?" the dark-haired MC asked.

Shirley was about to say, "I'm being forced to do this," when she heard singing from the girl's table. She looked up and Delia, Tawleena, Susana, and Frederika were standing in front of the table. Their peaked witches' hats were sitting in the center of the table. Their short robes were open exposing their naked breasts and their almost not there black thongs. The song sounded like what they had been singing when she woke up terrified back at the cabin.

"This humble slave is called little shirley temple," she said almost mechanically. "If I have been bad my Mistress calls me slave shit."

Shirley stood looking out at the audience in shock. They were controlling her!

"I guess I don't have to ask if you came to the club willingly, do I?" the MC bubbled.

Shirley's mind was trying to say, "Please, help me. They are forcing me." but what came out of her mouth was "I willingly do anything my Mistress orders me to do." She once more rotated completely around and added, "... or anyone else."

"Oh," the MC said, "a complete submissive." She turned to the audience and said, "Let's test that, shall we?" Turning back to Shirley she ordered firmly, "I want you to raise both feet as far off the ground as you can while I give you five with the cane. Do you understand that?"

"Yes, Mistress," Shirley said as she bent her body at the waist so that her feet raised into the air. She wasn't sure how she had the strength to hold that difficult position, but it presented her bent ass hanging down for the pale MC to strike five times with a thin wooden cane. Each stroke was aimed upward. The first hit her right ass cheek and upper leg. The last hit her left ass cheek and upper leg. The ones in between struck between her legs. Her screams filled the room.

"Back to our game," the MC said loudly. Then much more softly, she said to Shirley, "You can put your legs down now."

Either the chain had been lowered slightly or Shirley had stretched herself out slightly because when she lowered her feet, both touched the ground... barely.

Two questions later, Ruthie joined her on stage. When asked, she said her name was slave ruthie. The MC gave her five strokes with the cane, but they were all across her ass. Then with a slight laugh, the MC gave Shirley another five strokes.

The next forfeit to come up on stage was a middle-aged man who said his name was Norman. "I was just slumming with my wife," he explained meekly. All three of them got five strokes.

Next was a vacant-faced blonde bimbo by the name of fucktoy. "Master said he would bring me here if I displeased him," she said as they bound her hands above her head.

"Obviously, you did," the MC replied and the audience laughed. They continued to laugh and comment as all four received five strokes with the cane.

It took another dozen questions before a fifth naked person was led to the stage. This time it was another man. He looked to be younger than Shirley and the MC asked, "How old are you?"

When he answered, "Twenty-one," the MC slashed him across the legs with her cane and asked firmly, "Is that what it says on your driver's license?"

"My driver's license says nineteen, Mistress," he answered quickly.

"For lying to me," the Mistress MC said curtly, "you will all get double." She then gave him and the other four hanging from the restraints ten strokes with her cane.

After the whippings were complete, the MC said to the audience, "The next five winners of our little game of trivia will get to fuck one of the forfeits. Or if you prefer, you can have them give you oral sex."

The question was, "What is the atomic symbol for tin?" Delia buzzed in immediately and answered, "Sn. I knew that because it looks like sin and I like sinning."

Somehow Shirley was able to shout out, "You are evil!" There was a shocked silence before Delia answered calmly, "Yes, I am, but you are fucked."

She dropped her short robe on the table and walked forward naked. A naked young female slave ran forward and helped her put on a large black strap-on dildo. It hung in front of her and swayed back and forth as she walked up on stage.

"No... please, no..." Shirley groaned as Delia stood behind her.

"Let's show these people how much you like being fucked in the ass, little shirley temple," Delia sneered. Then she drove the dildo into Shirley's ass.

Shirley screamed loudly, but then the other three girls still back at the table once again began their singing. Her body began rocking with the ass-fucking and she began groaning loudly. Soon she climaxed noisily. After she calmed down, Delia asked the MC, "Can I take her back to our table now? I think my friends and I would like to enjoy her tongue."

"Her forfeit is now done, anyway" the MC replied with a smile. Then looking out at the audience, she said loudly, "And there are still four forfeits to fuck when we resume our game." She laughed and then said, "Then we will start some of the really kinky stuff."

Delia unstrapped the dildo, but left it in Shirley's ass. Two of the stagehands released her wrists and ankles and Delia led her back to the table.

"If you give each of us an orgasm," Susana said in a very slurred voice, "we will go."

Shirley noted the table full of margarita glasses sitting before the four girls. Luckily, the doggie bowl was still empty.

"Start with me," Delia said firmly as she spread her legs and pulled Shirley's head between them. Shirley tried to pull away, but all four girls again began softly singing their strange song and she couldn't help herself. Shirley could hear Delia laughing as she buried her face against Delia's cunt. After what seemed like hours, Delia finally shuddered and groaned softly.

Almost immediately Shirley screamed loudly as the dildo was ripped from her ass. "Time to give them their toy back so they can get it sanitized for another night," Susana said with a smile as she wrapped the dildo in a large cloth napkin. Then she looked down at Shirley and said, "Now you can concentrate on giving me a delicious orgasm."

The singing began again and Shirley pushed her face between Susana's legs. They were singing very softly, but the song seemed to get louder and louder in Shirley's head as she moved from Susana to Frederika and finally to Tawleena. When Tawleena finally came, she shuddered and clamped her legs tightly around Shirley's head.

"You good, girl," Tawleena said. "I think we should keep you as a pet when we go back to school."

Shirley looked up at her and then vibrated with effort as she said through clenched teeth, "You can all go straight to hell!"

Delia laughed and said, "We shall... someday... but we will put you through hell first."

Susana laughed and said, "On that note, it is time to leave. We have a three-hour drive back to the cabin and little Shirley has to get some sleep so she can finish cleaning the bedrooms in the morning before we go back to school." She paused and then said, "I do like the idea of keeping her as a pet, though."

Susana put her peaked hat back on her head and said, "I already signed the bill. Uncle Marvin will take care of it." She reached over and put Frederika's peaked hat on her head and then said, "I think it's time for us four witches to take our pet home." She then started walking toward the door. Delia followed right behind her then Frederika and Tawleena with totally naked Shirley held tight between them.

When they got to the Jeep in the parking lot, Frederika said, "She stinks. I don't want her riding next to me."

"Well, you're not sitting up front," Tawleena said with a huff.

"Then I guess she rides in the back," Delia said with a laugh.

"No, please," Shirley whimpered. "I'm naked. And we will be on the interstate. I might fall out."

"Maybe we should use the cargo net," Susana said, "like we did to hold our luggage on the trip over to the cabin."

"Or maybe," Delia said, "we just use the anchors for the cargo net and some rope."

All four laughed loudly.

"Get in and lie on your back," Delia ordered harshly. When Shirley didn't immediately obey, she added, "... or do we have to sing you into place?"

Shirley sighed and climbed into the pickup bed. The bed on the Gladiator was a little shorter than a normal pickup, but Shirley fit... with the tailgate down.

"I was hoping to be able to tie her in a classic X," Delia said as she started pulling the ropes through the anchors, "but I guess this will have to do."

When she was finished, Shirley was on her back with her legs spread wide and tied to the ends of the tailgate. Her arms were tied tightly to her sides by several loops of rope around her waist. Two ropes led from the waist cinch to the middle anchors. Another two ropes led up to the front anchors. Any additional rope went back and forth between the middle anchors and the opposite front anchor forming a heavy cross of rope holding Shirley tightly in place. She could thrash her body slightly, but she wasn't going anywhere. Soon they were bouncing down the desert roads heading back toward town.

Shirley tried to remain quiet as they went through town. Luckily for her, there was very little traffic at that time of the night and evidently those who did see her thought she was a mannequin for some sort of Halloween display. When they got out onto the interstate, however, Delia would pull up alongside a truck and blow her horn. Then she would pull forward slowly until Shirley was brightly illuminated by the truck's headlight. A couple of quick blasts of the truck's horn indicated the trucker appreciated the show. From the screams and sobs coming from the back, Shirley did not.

Shirley was afraid when one trucker followed them up the exit at Desert Center, but when Delia turned north on 177, the trucker blew one long blast on his horn and went across the highway and back down onto I-10.

After they passed through the small town, things became a nightmare... a real nightmare. Shirley was screaming constantly as nightmare things happened all around her. In her nightmare, they were still out in the desert but there were hundreds of large cows-- cattle actually-- running alongside the Jeep. The cattle looked strange, and it wasn't just that they were old-fashioned long horns. Their eyes looked almost like they were on fire. And they were keeping up with Delia's crazy high-speed driving.