Author's Note: All Hallows' Eve is said to be a night when spirits walk the earth, but times change and spirits change with them. However sometimes even they are surprised by the results. Happy Halloween everyone.


It was a nice party, I concluded as I stalked through the sea of humanity perched on precariously high stiletto heels, leather and latex sheathing the curves of my body, a permanent smile etched onto my lips as I took in the atmosphere. I had never visited this club before, indeed only sheer whim had led me inside tonight and I found myself regretting that. From what I had seen so far the place was delightfully kinky and I made a mental note to become a more regular customer. Tonight however was special as Halloween celebrations were in full swing. The place had been decorated meticulously with streamers in orange and black, ghostly effigies hung from the ceiling and pumpkins abounded on the bar as well as the various tables. Low lights and a thin fog complimented the atmosphere and lent the place a strange gloom. It was silly and cheesy and I loved it. Music filled the air, performed live from a small stage set on the far side of the dance floor, clearly audible over the sound of dozens of overlapping conversations. The band itself definitely caught my attention though and I made another note to see if this was a special performance or if they were a regular features. The four girls on stage were pretty, but more than that each dressed in a way that exemplified a particular fetish. Hell, the drummer seemed to be wearing nothing but strategically placed ropes and a ball gag. I silently tipped my non-existent hat to whomever owned this place, they most definitely had good taste.

Shaking myself loose from those pleasant thoughts I continued my course. The scents of alcohol and smoke were thick in the air, though my sensitive nose could discern a strong undercurrent of leather, rubber and just a hint of arousal beneath it all. No surprise really, even if this wasn't a fetish club normally (and I had my doubts about that) Halloween had become as much a celebration of the sensual as the frightening, occasionally even mixing the two and I could only approve wholeheartedly. The place was packed with groups of revelers clustered around tables, or standing at the bar or packed onto the dance floor grinding against each other in a most wondrous fashion. Virtually everyone was in costume as well, ranging from young men and women who competed to see how much skin they could expose to girls who thought a pair of cat ears was sufficient to some truly elaborate creations and stunning makeup. Everything was on display here and it all brought a smile to my face, though I doubted that most of those here were truly interested in celebrating All Hallows' Eve. Then again, I suppose I wasn't really interested in traditional celebrations either.

I continued stalking along the edge of the crowd, weaving through tables and skirting the dance floor as I took it all in, occasionally glancing at darkened booths and corners where much smaller groups engaged in far more intimate activities. I received more than a few appreciative smiles, as well as some inviting gazes for my daring attire and while I smiled back occasionally when something caught my eye, memorizing a few faces for later just in case, I gave most of them little thought. There were certainly some impressive specimens on display but none of them spoke to me. In honor of the holiday no ordinary fare would do. No, this night I was searching for something special.

At last I spotted what I was looking for. A woman standing alone, just at the edge of the crowd, hips swaying slightly to the music but otherwise lost in her own head. Or at least it seemed that way on the surface but there was something about her that drew me in. Plastering a friendly smile on my face I began to move slowly in her direction, careful to keep out of sight and not draw immediate attention to myself, giving me time to drink in her beauty. She was dressed as a witch, of a sort, in truth wearing little more than a low cut black dress with a frayed hem and wide sleeves with the classical pointy hat perched on her head. A common enough choice, but she wore it well. The thin fabric of the dress was pulled tight, clinging to her narrow waist and wide hips as well as stretching over her ample chest to reveal that she was not wearing a bra. As I moved closer I could also see the clear outlines of nipple studs, faint silver hints flashing through the black cloth. I momentarily wondered if she was completely naked under the dress, though I imagined not. Few were that daring with a skirt that short. I could just make out tattoos on her arms and legs, though I could not yet see them clearly, and her perfectly full lips were painted bright red with dark shadows highlighting expressive brown eyes. Wavy black hair flowed down her shoulders complimenting her pale skin tone perfectly while the silver glint of piercings sparkled at her ears. She was, in short, a stunning vision. Though she seemed disinterested as she watched the crowd I could see deeper. Her eyes took in every details as she swayed, carefully examining all those who entered her line of sight. This was a woman on the prowl, but one who had not yet found what she wanted.

Time to change that.

Unseen I slipped beside her, "Looking for someone?"

She started slightly at the sound of my voice, a sight that both made me proud and let me watch her breasts wobble tantalizingly, though she covered herself quickly enough. "No, just looking. And who might you be?"

"Call me... Lilith." I said, grinning to show off pointed canines against my black lips.

She giggled a bit, "Lilith then. That's an amazing costume, by the way." She reached out and, when I did not stop her, ran a hand across the red skin of my arm, "I can't even feel any make up, that's really good."

I smiled, "Well I try. So, miss 'Just Looking,' like what you see?"

"Zoe." she said, softly, "My name is Zoe." I could see just the hint of a blush coloring her cheeks as she raked her eyes over my body which, given the amount of makeup she was wearing, must have meant her face was blazing, "And I do."

My smile widened at that admission and I shifted my posture slightly, cocking my hip to give her a better view. I could see her eyes dilate slightly and her nipples grow hard, standing out proudly beneath the witch's dress as she took in the black leather halter that showed off my own more modest assets but also left my abdominal muscles on display with a matching skirt around my long legs that made hers seem like the height of modesty. Latex stockings, garters, gloves, stiletto heels and a tight choker made up the rest, to say nothing of the red skin, yellow eyes and horns poking out of my own short black hair. Oh yes, it was quite clear that she liked what she saw.

I put on a seductive smile, "So, are you here with someone?"

My question seemed to break the tableaux and she shook her head, "Not really. I came with a friend, she said I should check this place out."

"Well then, I'd say your friend has good taste."

She nodded at that, "What about you? Did you come alone?

Oh my, now if that wasn't a telling question to say nothing of the faint hopeful note she injected into her tone. I just smiled ruefully, "I'm afraid so. I really only came here on a whim, but I'm glad I did."

"It really is something, isn't it?"

"It really is." I agreed, but as cute as this small talk was, neither of us were all that interested in it, "So, do you want to get a drink? Maybe dance?"

She seemed to ponder that for a moment before taking a step forward until our bodies were almost touching. Given her earlier reticence I was surprised at her sudden boldness, though I welcomed it most eagerly. Being roughly a head taller than her she had to look up to find my eyes but when she did I easily recognized the glazed look that she wore. "Or," she said, "we could skip all that and get straight to the kiss."

Smile now a smirk I said nothing, simply leaning foreword to lock our lips together. She threw her arms around my neck, lifting herself up on the tip toes of her own high heels, while I wrapped one arm around her waist and placed my free hand on her thigh, pulling her close and reveling in the sensation of her full breasts pressed up against me. As the kiss deepened and our tongues fought for dominance I slowly slid my hand upwards. When she made no move to stop me I slipped it under her skirt and onto her ass, grinning into the kiss as I did so. Not naked underneath but my oh my was that a small thong.

She looked a bit dazed when the kiss broke and, still holding her tightly, I whispered, "If we're going to skip all the fluff. Want to come back to my place?"

She nodded eagerly and my smile became almost predatory. Hook, line and sinker.

I stood barefoot in the small bathroom wearing nothing but a short silk robe that came to about mid thigh, tied loosely enough to show off my bare breasts, while carefully folding the leather and latex I had been wearing and setting it neatly on the counter. I would have to remember to wash everything carefully in the morning as sweat tended to do nasty things to such attire and I had every intention of wearing it again. Finished with my task, I took a moment to twist and turn slightly to get a better look at myself in the mirror, striking a few poses that I thought showed off my athletic frame. The silk of the robe felt sinfully soft against my skin, a gift given to me by a friend some years ago. But in truth I was just killing time before the main event. Anticipation could be the greatest form of foreplay and I wanted to give Zoe time to appreciate the situation she was in and get into the right mindset, to build up a proper sense of appreciation for what was to come. Other than myself, of course.

After about five minutes or so of stalling I nodded to my reflection and turned to walk out the door into the connected bedroom. Zoe was waiting for me there, kneeling at the foot of the bed. I had stripped her naked earlier, not a difficult feat, revealing the full extend of her ink. Tattoos indeed ran up and down the length of her arms but also down her back, hips and legs. In addition to the studs in her nipples there was one through her navel and another in her clitoral hood, clearly visible in the folds of her neatly shaved pussy. I approved. But that was not what I was paying attention to at the moment. Once she was naked I had used black silk chords to bind her arms wrist to elbow behind her back, the ends looping up around her throat to ensure that any serious struggling on her part would only end with her choking herself. Similar chords tied her ankles together and bound each leg shin to thigh, forcing her into an utterly submissive pose. Finally a large ring gag was set deep in her mouth forcing her soft, full lips into an 'o' of surprise while black leather straps dimpled her cheeks and made certain that she could not push it out.

She hadn't expected to be bound, or perhaps she had it was difficult to tell at times, but she had only offered token resistance as I secured her and given the hardness of her nipples and the scent of arousal that clung to her I think she enjoyed it. I had invited her to try and escape when I left the room and she had clearly taken me up on that as I found her struggling fiercely with her bonds when I arrived, shifting back and forth on her knees and rolling her shoulders as she tried to get hold of the knots that bound her hands. Delightful moans and gasps escaped her gagged lips as she fought and I could just make out a trickle of drool running down to her full breasts, breasts that were shaking wildly with her efforts. A more beautiful sight I could not imagine.

She did not notice me at first, too caught up in everything else, but when I shut the door behind me, never once taking my eyes from the enchanting sight, she stilled instantly and looked up, expression a heady mix of arousal and confusion. I imagine she hadn't expected this, either. After all I may have taken off my costume but as I stood before her, lust openly written on my face, I was still my same colorful self. I could see the questions she wanted to ask. Had I painted my entire body? Did I plan to have sex with her with the body paint still on? Why take off the fetish gear that passed for clothing if I was going to leave the rest on? I didn't say a word, just smiled as I untied the robe and cast it aside to reveal myself in all my glory. Firm breasts with black nipples standing fully erect, toned limbs that ended in long fingers capped with black nails, firm abs that, most surprising of all I imagine, v-ed down my hips to the sizable cock that rested between my legs. Every inch of me now visible and every inch of me the same bright crimson. My amber eyes glowed, quite literally, with lust as I stepped toward my prey, my member springing to life instantly. It was at that moment, I think, that she began to understand exactly what I was and that she had bitten off more than she could chew.

Well, metaphorically anyway. With that gag she wasn't going to be biting anything until I allowed it.

"I do love Halloween, you know?" I said, almost conversationally, to her utter confusion. "It really is the only night of the year where I can be myself. To let it all out and take in the atmosphere. But as delicious as all that fear and desire in the air can be, it's also maddening." I locked my yellow eyes with her wide brown ones, "You'll help me relieve those tensions though, won't you?"

It didn't take much imagination, given both her gag and her position, to figure out what I meant. Almost as soon as I said that she resumed her struggles, pulling at her bonds desperately and succeeding only in strangling herself a bit. Perhaps she was in to that sort of thing. Something to note for the future. Unconcerned I grabbed a fistful of hair at the back of her head to hold her still, looking down into her fearful and trembling face. A look that only made me harder. I could feel the wet heat of her panicked breath against my member and I throbbed in anticipation. I deserved a damn medal for my self control in not simply plunging in and face fucking her right there, but no this was not some cheap pick up. Tonight was going to be special and I intended to savor every moment. Finally I inched forward, pushing the tip of my cock between her lips. Her head jerked in my grasp as she tried to turn away and, when that failed, her tongue tried in vain to push me out. I moaned a little at the sensation, amused that her attempts to stop me were only making this better. There really is nothing like a girl with a pierced tongue.

I could clearly see in her eyes, though, that while she continued struggling she knew it was hopeless. Bound helplessly, held in my iron grasp with her mouth wrenched open there was no way she could stop me from using her. She was my prisoner, completely under my control and she could either accept that fact and cooperate or not. Either suited me.

To demonstrate the point I thrust forward suddenly, shoving my entire length into her until I felt her lips around the base of my cock and her nose pressed up against my stomach. Her eyes widened in shock and her throat tightened reflexively at the intrusion, making me moan in pleasure as those muscles gripped me in a firm embrace, her struggles growing almost frantic as she began to choke. I held her there for a few seconds more before pulling back, just a little to let her suck in a breath, then forced her to deep throat me again, enjoying the spasms as she gagged on my flesh before pulling out completely. She coughed several times, drooling uncontrollably, as I began a series of slower thrusts into her mouth. Not enough to enter her throat again, not yet, but just enough to let her know I meant business. She did not struggle much as I continued, relishing the sensation of her soft lips and tongue sliding over and along my shaft, the occasional involuntary flicker of her tongue making me gasp in pleasure. I held that pace for some moments before slowly picking up speed, pushing deeper and deeper into her until, a few moments later, I forced her to take my entire length once again, though more gently this time. Again she tightened reflexively around me and I had to bite my lip to stifle another moan. Damn but did this bitch have a deep throat.

I did not hold her there long enough to choke this time. Instead, changing things up a bit I locked my hips in place and used my grip on her hair to pull her head away from me, just a tiny bit, then force it back down, repeating the process again and again in a rhythm. I kept myself deep in her throat, pulling out only enough to allow her to suck in a desperate breath with each stroke, forcing her to swallow continuously to keep herself from retching and enhancing my pleasure as her throat muscles massaged every inch of me. My breath began to go ragged, almost panting as I increased the speed with each stroke, maintaining an iron-bound control over myself to make sure I drew out the sensations as long as possible. I could feel her squirming in my grip, her breathing more and more labored as the window for each breath shortened, soft gagging sounds escaping her mouth as I impaled her again and again. And yet the lasts shards of her resistance fell away at the same time. Indeed she began to move with me, her throat tightening and slackening in perfect time with the rhythm, her tongue licking along the length of my shaft as she teased me with her piercing. Damn but did she have a sweet mouth when she finally used it. One of the sweetest I'd felt in a long time.

It was that which drove me over the edge. With a cry I pulled her tightly against myself, relishing the feel of her lips smashed against my body as I came, hard, pouring myself into her throat and forcing her to swallow every last drop of my seed. I stayed that way for a handful of heartbeats, eyes closed and panting as I relished the sensations of her tight throat holding me firm, twitches of pleasure running up and down my spine as I emptied myself. When her struggles began to grow frantic I released my grip on her hair. She practically threw herself backwards to get away, toppling over onto her side as she did so, coughing and sucking in deep and desperate breaths. She was, quite honestly, a mess. Her raven hair was a tangled mass and tear tracks smeared trails of mascara down her pale checks. Her lipstick was badly smudged and a combination of saliva and cum ran down her chin and onto her chest. In short she was beautiful.

I kneeled down beside her panting form and rolled her onto her back without resistance before brushing strands of hair away from her face. She looked up at me with the same fearful gaze but I could see other things buried deep in those expressive brown orbs. Lust, arousal, desire, a hidden excitement. She enjoyed what I had done to her and hated the fact that she enjoyed it. I knew this one was special. She gasped then as I ran the long nails of my right hand down her stomach, trailing between her legs before sinking a pair of fingers into her. My dark lips twisted into a triumphant grin and she blushed, looking away in shame. She was soaking wet. My grin widened as I slowly began to tease her pussy, watching her twist and moan in her bonds. This exquisite creature, squirming in desire and ashamed of it, was a rare and glorious find.

"Oh yes," I announced as I picked up the pace, adding another finger while teasing her clit with my thumb, making her writhe against my hand, "I'm definitely keeping you."

Zoe let out a tired moan, squirming slightly in my grip, but did not awaken as I laid her down on the bed. Not that I was surprised. She must have been completely exhausted and, really, I had yet to find the woman that didn't calm down considerably after having her brains well and truly fucked out. The memory of pulling orgasms from her with my fingers, teasing her clit and thrusting into her until she was reduced to a squirming mess before burying my cock in her quaking body and fucking her to exhaustion conjured a tingle of arousal but I fought it down. There had been enough of that for one night. As I moved to pull the blanket over her I paused, once more, to admire her form. I had cleaned her up and adjusted her bonds for the night. Her arms were still tied behind her but I had taken the ropes from around her neck and used them to tie a proper breast harness. She wore than much better anyway. I had also adjusted her leg bondage, letting her out of the kneeling position and tying her legs together instead to allow her to lay down properly. The ring gag was gone, a bright red ball now rested between her full lips silencing her effectively and, in a sight that was both adorable and arousing, she was sucking on it in her sleep. Shaking my head I pulled the blanket up over her naked body and climbed into the bed next to her.

As I settled in I could not help but steal one last look, this time at the collar of iron that now circled her delicate throat in a single, unbroken band. I ran a finger along the metal, a pensive look on my face. I... hadn't truly expected to use it but I could not deny the call either, it felt right. Something had told me tonight would be special but I had not been prepared for how special. I had claimed her this night and, whether she knew it or not, she had accepted my claim, written the truth of it into her soul. She was mine now, now and forever. My slave, my Zoe.

Moved by some strange tenderness I rolled her gently onto her side and pulled her close until we were spooning. She moaned contentedly in her sleep and seemed to snuggle unconsciously into my embrace.

I kissed her on the temple, "Happy Halloween, pet."