Bonus Chapter - Halloween Party

“So what’re you supposed to be?”

It takes you a moment to realize the boy is talking to you. Being addressed like a person is not something you’re accustomed to anymore. You’re on your knees on the filthy carpet beside the chair your Master is seated in. You’re naked and cold, wearing only a bright red bow in your short purple hair, the color matching your lipstick and contrasting with the dark beauty mark glued to your cheek.

You glance up at your Master, covered in a red sheet with eye holes cut out, and you see him nod his assent. You look back at the boy who asked you the question, one of three you’ve seen dressed as Deadpool. “I’m Ms. Pac-Man.”

The boy laughs loudly at that, clearly feeling the effects of the punch he’s drinking from a red Solo cup. “Ohhhh that’s good! I like it! Heh heh…” his eyes crawl over your body, making you feel warm in spite of the chill. “You’re not yellow, though.”

Your Master speaks. “That’s for later.” He rubs at his crotch. “I’ve got something to make her good and yellow all over.”

The boy laughs uncomfortably and looks at you. All you can do is give him a weak smile and look down at the floor. He stops laughing, gulps down his drink, and shuffles away as your Master chuckles. This isn’t the first time he’s brought you to a Halloween party, although so far this has been tamer than most years. You’re fairly certain nothing could be worse than last year, when he made you bob for apples, hands tied behind your back, flailing and sputtering bent over the barrel while the party guests stuffed all kinds of things into your holes. Your prize for finally retrieving the fruit was getting to eat it off the floor, hands still tied, surrounded by your tormentors as they showered you with cum.

This year the party is in some kind of converted dorm building, a sprawling structure that’s been modified and added on to far past its original use. You remember having to navigate a twisting series of hallways and rooms to get to the dimly lit den where the main party action is happening. The place is like a maze, and you have no real clue how to find your way around it.

Your Master surprises you by suddenly standing. “Alright, toy, I’m gonna go take a big stinky dump. Don’t go anywhere. And don’t get in trouble.” He takes a few steps, then stops and slightly turns, the red blob of his costume shifting to reveal a single eye hole. “And by the way, the keys are in the car. Under the passenger seat.” And then he leaves you alone in the room full of costumed strangers.

He does this to you from time to time. Tests you. Tests your loyalty to your Master. It’s like he wants to see just how badly he can treat you, just how much he can **** and **** you before you snap. You don’t really believe you’re capable of snapping anymore. There’s nothing left to snap. Just a hollow shell where your self once was, concerned only with being a good toy.

And yet, you rise to your feet, eyes locked on the doorway across the room that leads to a dark hall. The door you came in through. The door that, potentially, could lead to freedom. If you could only find your way out of this building. If you could only find the will to move your feet. If you could only overcome your bone-chilling fear of your Master’s punishment.

There is something of your self left, deep inside, beating on the unbreakable walls of the prison in your mind. That beating is faint, but persistent. Motivating. Pushing you to take one step, then another. You don’t hear the sounds of the other partygoers pointing and laughing at the naked toy. They don’t exist. All there is in your mind is the doorway into darkness, and the promise of freedom beyond, and the fear of the monster you know will be after you if you dare to run from it.

You’re in the hallway, in the darkness, moving forward. There’s no time to think. Just go. Go, before your fear gets the better of you. It’s already too late to turn back. It was too late the moment you disobeyed your Master and rose to your feet. Have to keep walking. Left, right, through a room where three shadowy figures are partaking in some smoky ****, down another hallway. Are you getting closer to the exit, or are you just delving deeper into the labyrinth?

It’s getting quieter. You can no longer hear any people, and the music is a faint beat that you feel through the walls. It’s so dark. How can you possibly find your way out? Maybe you should turn back, try a different way. It’s cold here. You turn your head to look behind you, and your heart freezes in your chest. At the end of the hallway, a shape in the dim light. Someone draped in a sheet. The monster. Your Master.

You run, and you hear heavy footsteps running after you. A blind left, and another. How big is this place? You throw open a door and feel your bare feet squeaking over linoleum, then through another door and out into another large room. Bookshelves. This room is full of bookshelves. Quickly, through them, past them, tripping over books and boxes on the floor, scrambling in the dim light. You hear the door you came through open and close, and you run faster. You have to get away.

A small door on the far side of the room. The handle slips from your hand as you panic, scrambling for entrance, for escape. You finally get the door open and quickly close it behind you, and then your heart drops into your feet. You’re in some kind of storage room, full of folding chairs and boxes of Halloween supplies. The door handle slowly turns behind you, and you know you’re caught.

Instinctively, your body responds to the reality of your defeat. You turn and drop to your knees, your pussy warm and wet already, your breaths shallow. Looking up, your breath catches in your throat. The monster is a ghost, but the wrong color. This one is blue, and up close you can see they’re slightly smaller than your Master. Fear runs ice cold through your veins. You don’t know who this is. You don’t know what they’re capable of doing to the naked toy they just chased through a dark maze.

But you know exactly what your Master is going to do when he finds out someone else touched his toy.

The blue ghost is still for a moment, and you can feel the dark eye holes taking you in. Finally, they reach down and push you back, and you offer no resistance. You roll back onto your shoulders, your legs spread out to either side of your head, and without thinking you reach up to spread your holes. Even if they aren’t your Master, you know your place as a toy. Your holes are for them to use and **** as they see fit.

Again a pause as the blue ghost stares at you in your pathetic position. Then, they rummage through some of the boxes, finding a rigid plastic witches hat in one of them. They flip it upside down, line the point up with your open asshole, and push. You wince and grit your teeth as they push it deeper and deeper, even your well-trained sphincter straining at the size. You cry out, tears streaming down your cheeks, and they keep pushing. Finally, Just when you feel your body give up its last attempt at resistance, they stop.

You’re trembling with pain, shaking with humiliation, your pathetic mind buzzing with pleasure as you’re used like an object. The blue ghost steps around over your head, and you hear a rustling noise as they reach into another box. They pull out a bag of candy, and you grunt as they dump the whole thing into the plastic witch’s hat poking out of your rear. You hear a click of a belt being undone, and the blue ghost drops their pants and kicks them off.

You take a deep breath as you see them crouch down and settle their nutsack across your face, blocking what little light there is in this glorified closet and leaving you trapped in sour smelling darkness. They grab their cock, shifting their balls so they fall over your mouth, and you do what you know you must. Your tongue reaches out, licking and suckling at the salty scrotum as the blue ghost wanks themselves with one hand and uses the other to eat candy out of the hat stuffed in your ass.

It’s almost blissful, being used like this. The only thing keeping you from fully sinking into submissive euphoria is the fear of what comes next. What else will this strange monster do to you? Will they leave you behind for the more familiar monster to find you instead? Which would be worse?

As you lie there under the crotch of your captor, your abused asshole acting as a snack holder, something tickles your memory. The taste, the texture of the balls as you dutifully suck them. The way they wank their cock. The ragged sound of their breathing as they squat over you, munching away at your ass candy. You can’t quite place it. Maybe the you before would have known, but there’s not enough of you left to put the pieces together.

At last, you hear their breaths reach a familiar pitch, and then stop altogether. You feel hot cum splashing against your breasts and dribbling down onto your neck. A moment later, the blue ghost stands. As they pull their pants back up, you hear them mumble something, their voice thick like they were crying. “I tried to save you. I tried. I couldn’t.” And then they’re gone, the door clicking shut behind them.

That voice. You remember that voice. A friend. A friend of who you used to be. What was their name? They wanted to save you. Can they still save you? What if you got up and followed them? Followed them out of the maze, out of the labyrinth, follow them to freedom. But first you would need to get up out of your humiliating situation. Pull this huge candy-filled decoration out of your aching asshole. Clean the cum off yourself. Can you? Could you ever be clean, after becoming what you are?

It’s too late. The door opens again, and you hear the voice of the monster. Your Master. “You disobeyed me, toy. You ran away.” He laughs, a soft, dark sound that sends your mind to a place beyond fear, beyond terror. “And you let someone else catch you. Tsk, tsk. Well, toy…” The door latches shut behind him.

“Game Over.”