Someone speaks up!

Omar was already on top of her before she could push him off. His hands went straight to her dress, yanking the thin straps down her shoulders. The fabric tore a little at the seam. Her tits spilled out, full and bare. He groped one hard, fingers digging in, while his other hand started pulling at the loose bandages around his own chest. He leaned down and kissed her, messy and rough, tongue forcing into her mouth while she tried to turn her head away. She shoved at his shoulders, but he was heavier. The bandages kept slipping under his hands as he tried to unwrap enough to use.

“Get off me!” she said, voice strained. Omar ignored her. He tore a long strip of bandage free from his torso and looped it around her wrist, then around his own forearm, tying it tight so her arm was stuck against his. She kicked at him. He shifted his weight, pinning her legs with his, and kept working. Another strip came free. He wrapped it around her other wrist and his opposite arm, fumbling with the knot because his hands wouldn’t stop moving. One palm stayed on her breast the whole time, squeezing and pulling. He kissed her neck next, open-mouthed, teeth dragging against her skin while he yanked more bandage loose from his waist.

The girl kept fighting. Her free hand pushed at his face. Omar just turned his head and kissed her palm, then grabbed that wrist too and started binding it to his side. The bandages were uneven, some too tight, some slipping, but he kept going. He ground his hips down against her while he worked, hard cock pressing through the remaining wraps and the thin fabric of her dress. She made a frustrated sound and tried to buck him off. He groaned into her mouth and kissed her harder, one hand sliding under the dress to grope her ass while the other kept wrapping them together.

People nearby had stopped to watch. A couple of the jocks laughed. Omar didn’t look up. He was focused on getting her fully tied against him. Another long strip came off his leg. He looped it around her thigh and his own, pulling until their bodies were pressed tight from chest to hip. Her wings were crushed under her. The blonde’s face was flushed, hair stuck to her cheek. She still pushed at him, but her arms were mostly locked to his now. Omar kissed her again, deep and messy, while his hand kept groping between her legs through the dress. He fumbled with one last piece of bandage, trying to secure it around both their waists so she couldn’t get any space between them.

Peter’s stomach turned while watching it. Omar wasn’t stopping. He was forcing the girl against him, kissing and groping the whole time he tied them together, bandages hanging loose in some places and cinched hard in others. The pixie girl’s protests got quieter as more of her body got bound to his. Omar finally got the last strip tied. He rolled them both a little so she was half on top of him, still stuck, and kept kissing her while his hands roamed over her bare tits and under the dress.

A voice called out from the side of the line of volunteers.

“Omar! Stop! What are you doing?”

It was the person in the white sheet ghost costume sitting right next to where Omar had been. The sheet covered them completely except for two eye holes. They stood up and reached after him, but Omar was already gone into the crowd.

The hypnotist walked over to the ghost. He tilted his head. “And why do you care so much about Mr. Mummy?”

The person under the sheet stayed quiet. Their hands gripped the edges of the fabric.

“Speak,” the man said.

The words came out forced, like they were being pulled. “I’m… his older… sister. Aisha. Our parents left him under my care. I have to watch him.”

The hypnotist nodded, amused. “Go on.”

Aisha’s voice rose, angry now even through the compulsion. “I hate Halloween. This stupid party never should have happened. Look at all these whores. They’re only here to show off their bodies. It’s haram. All of it. They shouldn’t be dressed like that. Omar shouldn’t be mixed up in this.”

The man laughed. He reached down and lifted the white sheet high enough for the crowd to see underneath. Aisha was wearing a full abaya and hijab, the black fabric covering her completely even under the ghost sheet. A few people in the front row laughed. She tried to pull the sheet back down, but the hypnotist held it up a second longer.

“Party spoiler,” he said. “Wearing all that under the costume. I have something special in mind for you.”

He bent and picked up the circular curtain rod from earlier off the floor. With a flick, the curtain dropped around Aisha, covering her from head to toe in one motion. Purple smoke and bright light poured out from under the bottom edge. Peter could hear her coughing hard inside it. Her hands pushed at the fabric from the inside, trying to find a way out, but the curtain stayed sealed. The light flashed again. More smoke. Her hands slapped against the material once more.

Peter stood there with Vivienne’s mouth still working his cock, watching the curtain shake as Aisha kept trying to escape from inside it. His stomach turned. He still couldn’t pull away. The hypnotist just stood beside the curtain, waiting with a smirk on his face.

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