House of Diana

October 31st 2020.

"This must be all part of the experience, re-program the satnavs to send you round and round in circles." Susan tried to break the tension that had been building in the car as they struggled to find their way to their destination. They'd driven up and down this same stretch of road several times over the last half an hour and still were no nearer to finding the road they needed.

Susan zoomed in on the map on her phone. "There's a lane off here, look." She flashed the screen towards Barry who took a brief glance before moodily guiding the car into the right hand lane for yet another u-turn at the roundabout.

"We've been up and down here times and I've not seen any turnings. Give Beryl a call, she put us up to this." Barry was getting agitated, he hadn't been that keen on the idea anyway, a 'Haunted House' experience in the middle of nowhere. It'll be just a bunch of lame actors in cheap fancy dress. Although it was nice to be out doing something after all the lockdowns and restrictions.

"I've tried to but the line just goes dead."

"How come they backed out of this anyway? She'd been going on about it for weeks." Barry was beginning to get tetchy.

"Gordon's not been well recently. They'd hoped to make it but she said it was unlikely... Oh! Wait, what's that?" Susan called out. "There was an old wooden board set back in that hedge. I couldn't see any writing but it might have some."

After another trip up and down the road, they crept back along to what looked to be a turning to a field or farmland.

"Just there... I think?"

"Well that wasn't there before.. was it?"

Bringing the car to a halt, they looked to their left and saw, through overgrown foliage, evidence of a road. Potholes, weeds and loose stones but a road nonetheless. The board, deepset in the hedge had feint, crude daubings on it.

"One of the words is house, I'm sure.." Said Susan. "I can't make the rest out though."

Barry reversed the car a little and then turned down the lane. As they bumped along the road the feeling that something didn't seem right hung heavy in the car but neither of them could bring themselves to say anything.

"Well, I guess this must be the way. Suitably spooky, don't you think?" Barry said after a few minutes. Susan looked nervous but managed to flick the corners of her mouth up into a brief smile.

The pretty redhead and her hunky-nerd of a husband bumped along the lane carefully as branches scraped against the side of the car. The light was fading fast now and the thought that they should have arrived some time ago bugged them.

Barry broke the silence once more. "What's the place called again?"

"Diana House, I believe."

"What, after Princess Diana?"

"No, Beryl said it's something to do with mythology. The Greeks I think." With neither knowing much on that subject, they left it there.

"We might have missed it now. They'll have started without us." Susan said forlornly as she played with the hem of her knee-length skirt.

"Perhaps. Hopefully it's the kind of thing you can catch up with." The road had smoothed out and opened up but Barry had his nose almost pressed against the windscreen as he searched for any sign of life.

"So where exactly are we? Somewhere between those two villages we drove around?" Susan asked while she flicked through an old A-Z she'd found in the glove compartment.

"Well, I guess so but I would've thought any turn off here would take us straight into Lincoln but there's nothing for miles around not even a chink of... LIGHT! Dead ahead!" A sense of relief filled the car. "That must be the place."

Beryl and Gordon, a strange couple, who they'd become good friends with, had told them about the haunted house mystery tour. It was run throughout the autumn and winter by an amateur theatre company and by all accounts was tremendous fun. Susan wanted to do something unusual this Halloween and this seemed perfect, so she told Beryl to book a couple of tickets for them as well.

They knew it was a little way off the beaten track in an old manor house but this seemed a little too far fetched. Surely they could have done something with the road and put up a couple of signs.

They pulled up outside the gates and stared into the darkness ahead of them. The single light they had spotted a couple of miles back seemed somehow dimmer than it had then.

"Is this really it?" Barry asked.

"Must be. How many haunted mansions can there be around here?" Susan replied with a nervous laugh.

"You'd think it would be better advertised. And where are the other cars? We can't be first here." Said Barry.

"Just drive in and park up. If there's no sign of life, we'll leave." Susan said, trying not to sound too hopeful.

He drove along the loose gravel driveway to the front of the house until he was level with the steps which led up to the front door. Shivers ran down both their spines as they looked up at the dark, imposing, gothic building.

"Go on, go and knock." Barry said. "I'll park the car up."

"Fuck off! Park the car and we'll both go. Your not leaving my side for one second in this creepy-looking place." Susan didn't often swear but Barry deserved her response on this occasion.

Barry tucked the car in by the side of the steps and they stepped out of the car and into the cool blustery wind. They looked at one another and then up at the house, Vines and ivy had grown up the walls and covered the windows on the ground floor. As they tentatively ascended the steps Susan peered in through the foliage, trying to see inside. There was still no sign of life and she was ready to suggest getting back in the car when they heard a metal bolt being slid across the other side of the door.

They stood stock still, staring up at the dark, wooden door with a sense of foreboding. Further heavy sounding bolts and chains were being slid across and the whole process seemed to take forever until the door jolted and slowly began to swing inward with a 'creeeeeak.' Susan reached out with her hand, her fingertips brushing Barry's. He reached out and clenched Susan's hand tightly and was grateful to do so. This already felt like a well produced experience but what greeted them the other side of the door was nothing short of 'Hollywood' standards in both set and costume.

The couple were aghast at the creature that greeted them. Short and slightly hunchbacked and with big, wild, yellowy eyes, the palid being in front of them pulled the door wide open.

"Greeeeetingsssss!" It hissed in a pleasant sort of way as his eyes widened further and a broad toothy grin spread across his face. Barry and Susan turned to each other, briefly shocked, before a nervous laughter overcame them.

"Wow! This is fantastic!" Susan enthused. "You've thought of everything... and you look incredible." She said to the little costumed man.

"Thhaaank you. It's been many yeeears sssincsssse we had viiiisssitoooorsss." The Hunchback stepped back and opened the door fully and beckoned them in.

The hallway they were stood in was a mixture of bleak Gothic architecture and the macabre. It looked like a movie set but there was a genuine worn-out feel to everything.

"We're sorry we're so late, we had trouble finding the place." Barry apologised.

"Noooot a problem, my ffffrrrieendssss." The strange character looked up at Barry, allowing him to study his face better, before he scuttled off towards a door in the far corner of the hallway. "Ffffollow meee pllleeeasssse."

"His make-up is incredible!" Barry enthused. "His eyes even bulged in their sockets as he spoke." Susan, while impressed, failed to share his enthusiasm. She just couldn't shake that feeling that things seemed too real.

The strange little man opened the door and led them into a slightly better lit room. It appeared to be more homely than what they'd encountered so far but still extremely old fashioned. The drab decor left them both feeling slightly cold. Faded old paintings hung on the walls and mounted heads of freakish looking animals stared at them from all around the room. The air was stale and

damp but an attempt at covering over the smell had been made with some old aftershave. Barry wasn't sure but he thought it may have been Old Spice. In the centre of the room stood a small coffee table surrounded by three chaise longues, all of which looked well used and clearly hadn't been upholstered for a few decades.

"Plllleeeeeasssse make yoursssselvessss com-for-table," said the little man with his arm outstretched and his head even more bowed. "My ffffriennnndsssss will gur-eeeeet you sooooon." With that he turned and shuffled back into the hallway.

Barry and Susan perched themselves on one of the chaise longues. They sat tightly against each other, knees together with their backs straight and upright, as they peered around the room. The gruesome paintings looked down on them from every wall. They depicted a range of bizarre beings which seemed to have been re-imagined from every horror movie ever made. Susan shuddered when she turned and looked at the painting directly on her left. It was a full length painting which was hung just inches from the ground. The 'man' in the picture, despite being peculiarly handsome, was pale and gaunt and his judgemental face looked down on her. This imposing figure made Susan feel intimidated, so she turned to Barry. "Barry, I don't like it in here. This painting next to me is giving me the willies."

"Vell, vee vill see how ze night verks out."

Susan leapt out of her skin at the voice which sounded uncomfortably close to her. Now, sitting on the lap of the equally startled Barry, Susan, ashen faced and shocked, stared in disbelief as the man from the painting loomed over her.

"I'm zo zorry to frighten you my dahl-ink." The figure stood in the exact same pose as he was in the painting. Susan peered around him to see what was now an 'empty' picture.

"How the hell..?" Barry pointed a shaky finger towards the man.

"Ve are capable of many strange vays in zis house. Try not to be alarmt." The figure forced a smile from his thin lips, baring a few pointy teeth.

"We were told this was a great experience, but this is out of this world!" Declared Barry.

Susan held her hand over her heart and felt it thundering in her chest. "Is it going to be like this all night? As I don't think I can take it."

"Did Ar-tur of-ver you any refweshments, my Dears?" The 'man' tipped his head to one side as he attempted his eerie smile again.

"He just said his friends would come and greet us." Said Barry.

"Oh, that Art-ur, he is such a strange creature. I vill go and vetch-a somethink from the kitchens vor you." The man glided across the floor, his skirts and cloak billowing all around him. "Sit comvortably please. I von't be long." He held out his hand a few feet from the door, it opened unaided and he glided out.

"Hoverboard!" Declared Barry. "He must be on a Hoverboard to move that way."

"I'm really not sure about this. I mean, where are the other guests?" Asked Susan.

Just at that point they heard footsteps and accompanying voices approaching, they sounded female. Susan and Barry stood and turned to the face door to see who or WHAT was coming next.

The door opened a fraction and another pale looking face peered in. "Look Jemima, guests." And with that a tall dark haired woman swept into the room with an air of assurance, followed by a washed-out looking blonde who skulked nervously behind her.

The tall, imposing figure was straight over to the couple, smiling almost forcibly at them both. Susan noticed immediately how beautiful she was and stood in awe of her tall, svelte frame. Barry hadn't really noticed at that point because of the large, heaving bosom that sat just under his nose.

"Welcome both of you, to our humble abode." The woman said. "I am Diana and this is my friend Jemima."

They both turned and looked more closely at Jemima. She was wearing what looked to be a tatty old wedding dress, a moth-eaten veil covering part of her pretty face. Pretty, yet evidently decaying as her teeth were visable through a transparent layer of skin on her cheeks. She shuffled sideways behind Diana and bowed her head. She was clearly not as forward and upfront as Diana.

Barry had noticed how 'upfront' Diana was as he found it impossible to look elsewhere. Susan's elbow jabbed him in the ribs as casually as she could to shake him out of it but the hostess just heaved her bosom further up and out, then smiled.

"I'm sorry you had such a difficult journey but don't fear, you aren't far behind the other guests."

"What other guests?" A confused Jemima asked.

Diana smiled an uncomfortable smile towards Susan and Barry and said, "Excuse us, please." Before dragging her friend away by her elbow.

In a hushed chastisement, Susan had something to say to Barry. "Will you stop staring at her..." Susan blushed as she considered the correct word, "... boobs!?!"

"I can't seem to help it, I'm just... drawn in," he pleaded with her. "And they're right under my nose." Desperately trying to justify himself.

Diana was having to pull Jemima into line also. "As far as our guests are concerned, they are just two of many. Remember, he could be your ticket out of this place." They turned back to Susan and a sorry looking Barry who was now focused intently at something on his shoes. "So, tell me, how did you hear of this experience?"

"Oh, my friend Beryl came here with her husband Gordon and..."

"That BASTARD!!!" Jemima cried in an outburst that shocked the couple. She steadied herself before apologising. "Sorry, I meant nice, er, man. Yes, that lovely, er, lovely man." She held her arms out stiffly by her sides with her fists clenched. The tatty veil failing to conceal the angry glare in her eyes.

"Sorry about Jemima, she has these outbursts occasionally." Diana laughed, nervously.

The conversation was interrupted by the door flying open again, followed moments later by the man from the painting and the strange creature that greeted them (they now knew as Arthur), carrying trays of drinks.

"Der-vinks are served! Ha-ha!" Announced the man from the painting, as he and Arthur set them down on the table. Susan looked at the series of goblets and chalices, filled with what appeared to be a thick, black liquid which had a foggy layer floating over them. She didn't think they looked very inviting and yet, at the same time, they seemed quite tantalising.

"Wow! That looks great." Said Barry. "What is it?"

"Refweshments. Please, take one." The man said.

"He means, what's in them?" Susan pointed out.

"Oh, just zumthink to help you welax and enjoy ze evening." He gestured to one of the chaise longues, inviting the couple to sit.

Barry and the increasingly uneasy Susan sat closely together like before, their hands finding one another's as they felt all eyes upon them.

Diana pushed a goblet towards Barry. "Please... don't be shy."

Barry gulped, smiled nervously and reached out for it, the smoke still billowing from the top. Susan wasn't given any choice, as the man from the painting thrust a chalice into her hand. "Dur-vink... enjoy!"

"Are you not joining us?" Barry asked, his eyes darting from creature to... thing!?

"Oh, yes of course..." Diana reached out and grabbed a drink and encouraged the others to follow suit.

Susan looked at Barry, Barry looked at Susan. He raised the goblet, "Cheers.." and put it to his lips. The strange beings watched on... waiting... expectant.

Crashing through the door at that moment came yet another bizarre creature. Covered head to toe in grayish-brown fur and wearing a ripped paisley shirt, the creature headed straight for the table. "You've started withow-ow-owt me." He turned his head towards Diana.

"Yes, Martin, we can't wait all night for you to show up." Diana turned to Barry and with a gentle force on the bottom of the chalice, encouraged him to drink his strange brew.

"But you haven't introduced me... Wooo-ooo-oo..," it howled, then stood back and held out a muscular, hairy arm towards the door. "... or Sheila." Barry turned his head back towards the door.

Stood in the doorway, wearing a tight, red leather dress, red stockings and red knee-high leather boots was the hottest, sexiest woman Barry had ever seen. She was smoldering... literally!

A grayish vapour drifted behind her as she slowly sashayed into the room. "Welcome both..." She paused and stared intently at Barry. ".. but especially you, Barry." Her voice was breathy, sultry and seductive, Barry was in love.

"H-h-hi." He said nervously as she approached him from behind. Putting her hands on his shoulders, she began to knead away at them, massaging him slowly. Barry instantly turned to jelly, his whole body bereft of tension. But what was most noticeable was the heat now building up in his shoulders. He began to sweat, his glasses fogged up and he felt as though he was in a sauna. Another dig in the ribs from Susan jolted him back to normality.

"You look hhhhhot." Sheila breathed into his ear. "Why don't you drink up?" She placed a stiff pointed finger under the base of the chalice and pushed.

Once again, Barry felt the chalice being pushed against his lips, the cool steam tickled his nostrils with a sickly-sweet scent. Then the liquid, cold and creamy, slipped into his waiting mouth.

His eyes widened with delight, his mouth, tongue and throat felt as if they had been coated in a creamy velvet. So smooth. So cool and yet so warming.

"This is... SENSATIONAL!" Barry had never tasted anything quite like this before.. he'd never felt quite like this before. A vibrant new energy coursed through his veins, tingled his nerves, filled his lungs and made his heart thump in his chest. "I feel... INCREDIBLE!!"

Susan didn't recognise the man next to her, Barry, now up on his feet, was never this animated. What had gotten into him? She didn't have time to think about it further, her chalice was pushed against her lips, the liquid trickling into her mouth.

Her eyes widened too, as the same effects took hold of her.

"Wonderful!" Exclaimed Diana, clasping her hands together. "I think the party has begun."

The scratching of needle on vinyl broke through the speakers. All eyes drifted across to the man from the painting who was stood by a gramophone. "Mussetta's Valtz." He announced. After a few seconds strings start to rise and fall over the woodwinds and the room filled with music.

The creatures began to pair up, firstly it was Diana who approached the man from the painting. "Roger, would you care for a dance?"

"Oh! So vlattering to be asked by such a beauty."

"Oh, you old charmer you." Diana held her arms up in position. Roger clasped one hand over hers and the other on her shoulder and led her twirling away in a waltz.

Susan and Barry were pushed towards one another. Although the couple had only ever danced together once before (at their wedding) they joined hands in similar fashion to Diana and Roger, and span away to the music.

All the strange creatures paired up and somehow, in this tightly packed room, managed to find the space to dance.

The Soprano's voice sounded so dramatic, tempting and joyful, it gave Susan an urge to show herself off, dance and show her flirtatious side, she had never felt so joyous, so free. She had no idea from where this ability had come from. Nor the energy that was coursing through her veins.

The couples whirled and glided at tremendous speed around the room. Occasionally, there would be a little bump but the couples would just laugh it off and carry on.

Martin and Sheila whizzed around Barry and Susan and slowly coerced them into one corner. The werewolf and the 'hot' woman parted. Martin, panting heavily from the heat, tried to speak. "Heh, heh, heh. May I, heh, heh..."

"Have this dance?" Sheila finished for him.

The couple looked at each other, smiled and parted company.

All the couples swapped and the dancing continued, still to the same seemingly never ending waltz.

The oddest dance partners at this point, the surprisingly agile Arthur and the long legged, heaving bosomed Diana span and span, until they had cornered Susan and Martin. The couples parted again, Susan was a little reluctant to part from Martin. She found him quite cuddly and behind his bizarre yet brilliant make-up she detected a deep sadness. A brief feeling, akin to love, flashed through her although she quickly dismissed it.

Partners were changed and still the music played, energy levels remained high and the happy couples danced and danced.

Once every male had danced with every female, Barry and Susan found themselves reunited. The exhilarated couple, slightly out of breathe, looked each other in the eyes. Their relationship, whilst still loving, had become a little mundane and comfortable over the past couple of years and although both now approaching forty, the time to discuss starting a family felt imminent.

"Oh, look at the adorable couple." Diana said to the rest of the beings, who had gathered around the lovers. "Nothing like a bit of opera to stir the emotions."

Embarrassed by their intimate moment, Barry stammered a response. "S-sorry. It's been a while since we danced together."

The usually reserved Susan looked lustily at him. "Yes but it was never THAT good!" She turned to the group. "Can we do it again?"

Roger stepped forward and took her by the elbow. "Haha! Very gutt, my sveet. But now ve must move on to ze next part ov ze evenink." He then led her towards a door at the otherside of the room. Susan turned back to see Diana and Sheila take Barry by his arms and guide him along behind them.

Roger, still seeming to glide across the floor, took Susan along an increasingly dark corridor. A solitary candle at the far end of it lit up an ornate wooden door. Fear gripped her still but she felt powerless to resist or even question where they were going. Despite the fear though, her body still tingled with excitement and her head was swimming with lustful thoughts.

Behind her, Barry had no such fear, he was horny beyond measure. He kept stealing glances up at the tall, beautiful woman accompanying him. He had stolen a couple of glances behind him as well at Sheila and Jemima who were watching him intently, the same lustful look in their eyes.

Roger and Susan stood at the door, he turned to the group and smiled. Baring his teeth more this time, his sharp canines appearing even more elongated. Susan knew she should have been horrified, all pretence that these were actors had long gone, yet all she felt was a need to be amongst them, enjoy their company, be close to them and maybe even...

"I'm sure you vill join me..." Roger began, "... in velcomink our guests, Varry unt Susan," he looked down lovingly into Susan's eyes, seducing her a little more. Susan felt her knees buckle. ".. to ze main event ov ze evenin." With an extravagant flick of his wrist, the doors behind him flung themselves open. Susan looked at Barry, his jaw had dropped as he stared in awe at the room in front of him, causing her to slowly turn around to see for herself...

A huge brightly-lit room in shining gold-leaf and red velvet presented itself before her. She couldn't take it all in! The paintings on the walls were terrifyingly erotic, depicting wild orgies, strange creatures in seemingly impossible positions performing acts of sexual congress. Amongst the sheer magnitude of golden furnishings, the centrepiece of the room, stood a gigantic, circular bed. It was adorned in silken sheets of various deep colours divided into sections. Purples, black, dark reds and greens, a triangular section of each meeting at a large gold circle in the middle.

The couple were guided into the room and found themselves stood at the edge of the bed. Each creature moved around the outer perimeter until it was aligned with a coloured section. Although still in a daze, the couple felt reconnected at the bedside. Susan turned to Barry, looking at his face first before letting her eyes drift down, where she discovered that he was in nothing more than a pair of white silken boxers. 'When had he stripped off?' She asked herself. Barry looked equally surprised when he looked at her. Susan slowly lowered her head and looked at her own attire. A white silky bra that barely covered her tits, a thin, white silky suspender belt that held up a pair of white nylon stockings and a pair of very skimpy white silky briefs. She looked back up to Barry. "What's going on?" She asked him, dreamily.

Barry couldn't answer her, he had no idea what had happened, what was happening and most worryingly of all, what was about to happen.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Diana called out. "Please take your positions." In one synchronised motion, the six beings ascended the bed, kneeling within a coloured segment each. Barry and Susan, followed suit. All knelt facing in towards the gold centre. Susan looked to her right. In a deep red section knelt Martin, the strange wolfman that she'd become attached to during the dancing. He raised a smile to her. It was a lustful yet hopeful smile and Susan knew from this moment, things would never be the same again.

Faintly, over the sound system, the music from earlier began to play again. Diana, Jessica and Sheila crawled towards the gold centre of the bed, each seeming to eye each other up with suspicion. Susan, whilst riddled with uncertainty, got down on her hands and knees and felt compelled to follow.

Meeting at the centre, the other three embraced, put their arms around one another's shoulders and waited for Susan to join them.

As her fingers pressed into the silken sheets, Susan fixed the three women with a determined glare. She didn't trust them and the feeling of impending peril was palpable. She wasn't sure why but she felt she already knew she was powerless to escape. The drink, the dancing and now this, it was clearly all part of some ritual that these beasts performed. What would it lead to? At this stage, she couldn't possibly know.

Barry watched on, confused, scared but more overwhelmingly, horny. He tried to stay focused on Susan as she crawled towards the others in the gold circle but his gaze kept drifting towards Sheila. This red-hot Devil-Woman had enthralled him. She gave off a powerful sexiness that he hadn't encountered before. He realised that this could be an opportunity to try her. Touch her. Make love to her!

The four women, Susan; Sheila the Devil Woman; Jemima the Corpse Bride and Diana the, well whatever she was, were kneeling together in an embrace in the large gold circle in the centre of the bed. Diana was talking them through something, her head tilted to one side and her awkward, yet sexy smile on display.

After Diana had finished, Susan shuffled backwards on her knees, turned and lay down on her back with her head in the gold circle. Barry and the other three men watched on as the other women did the same.

They were now all lay on their back, their hair and veils spread out in the gold circle. They were all facing up towards a domed skylight. The full moon was just creeping into view as it arced across the dark blue sky.

Without any signal, the three male creatures got on their hands and knees and crawled towards the awaiting women. Barry wanted to jump off the bed and run but instead he complied and also crouched down on all fours and began the crawl to the centre.

He crawled towards the gap to Susan's right and lay down. To his right lay Sheila. Once again the heat that eminated from her caused him to sweat. They all lay with their heads touching, their hands/paws finding one anothers as they lay in the circle. Susan glanced to her left to see Martin still looking back at her, that desperate hope still showing in his eyes. The music scratched to an immediate stop.

"In a moment..." Diana began to speak. "The music will resume and the men will turn to their right. I don't need to explain any further as you will know exactly what to do."

Once again the speakers fired up with the operatic music. In much the same way as before, Susan and Barry started to feel that same new energy in their bodies but for the first few bars, nothing happened.

Barry felt the beads of sweat on his temples join together and trickle down and along his hairline and into his ear. He turned his head towards Sheila, the smouldering sexpot to his right. Even in the moonlight he could see the heat emanating from her. He turned the other way to look at Susan but found her looking away to her left.

Martin and Susan shared another deeply intense moment as they gazed into one another's eyes. Whatever was about to happen, Susan was glad that it would be happening with Martin.

A hairy paw caressed the back of her hand, his 'fingers' were leathery and his claws scratched gently on her skin. It was then that the male creatures made their move.

The males rolled onto their sides to face the females to their right before clambering onto them. Susan's fears had been recognised as the hairy beast lay his full bodyweight on top of her. But whilst petrified, she also felt protected and once again she looked deep into Martin's desperate eyes and felt that connection and this time she responded. Slowly, her legs started to part, allowing his hairy legs to slide in between. She stroked the thick, hairy arms either side of her, wrapped her legs around his and pulled him down for a passionate embrace.

Two sections away, Barry was melting into an equally intense embrace with Sheila who was grinding her pussy into him. Although on top, he felt trapped. He looked up, possibly for a way out and saw the other couples wasting no time getting into one another. Arthur was lay on his back with Jemima curled into a ball on top of him. They were smooching softly but Jemima had her head tilted up and was looking all around at the other couples. Her veiled eyes met Barry's and she gave him a wink. He realised that they may get a chance together soon. At that thought, Sheila's hand grabbed his chin and pulled his face down to meet hers.

Overhead the full moon, continuing it's journey across the dark sky, moved into the next section of the skylight. Wrought iron spindles divided the clear glass around the outer two circles before the very centre piece, a large multifaceted ruby-red crystal.

Back on the bed and Susan and Martin are past the point of heavy petting and are starting to explore each other's bodies. The wolfman's strange leathery fingers are squeezing and kneading away at Susan's ample bosom. Her erect nipples standing out from beneath her silken bra. Her silky knickers, already moistened by her juices, move over her sex as she grinds herself against the hairy beast.

There are heavy breathing sounds coming from all around the bed now. Barry gasps for breath as his Devil-Woman lover controls him from underneath. He's a sweating mess and he is desperate to pull himself away but she pulls him close, their lips brush against each other. Barry opens his mouth slightly, ready for a kiss... Sheila pushes him away, puts the sole of a stilletoed boot on his chest and shoves him back up and onto his knees. She presses the heel into him and with a sexy scowl says, "Take it off." Tentatively, he reaches up her leg, past her knee and finds the zip. The metal feels searingly hot but Barry keeps hold and pulls it slowly down her long, shapely leg revealing gloriously soft flesh sheathed in sheer red nylon. He takes delight in the smoothness of the material that his fingertips are dragging lightly across. He takes his time as he does the same with her other leg and relishes the feeling of subservience.

Delighted screams, satisfied sighs and even a few ghoulish giggles accompany the music and fill the huge room with sound. It seems to be Diana and Roger who are furthest into their lovemaking. An "Ooo! Roger, you know me so well" distracts Barry for a moment. Sheila uses the distraction to her advantage and slides a hot hand down between them and slips her fingers into the waistband of his underwear. A shocking heat wraps around his shaft causing him to gasp in both pain and delight.

To Barry's left, things have moved on too. Martin's claws are dragging Susan's skimpy little briefs down her legs, past her stocking tops, over her knees and down to her ankles, delicately he lifts her feet up and pulls the panties off. Their eyes are locked on one another's and it seems, to them at least, that they are the only ones in the room.

Ecstatic sounds from the other side of the bed show that this ooky orgy is in full swing. Jemima is riding the diminutive Arthur 'Cowgirl' style, His head is tilted back in ecstasy as he enjoys the view of the other couples in their quest for sexual pleasure. Rogers flowing cape billows around him as he and Diana, who appear to be levitating, slam their bodies passionately against one another.

The sweating mess that is Barry is having the head of his dick guided into the burning ring of fire that is Sheila's steaming pussy. He looks lovingly into her filmstar-featured face, her sultry beauty is beyond compare. He slides in a few inches, the heat intense yet welcoming. Their eyes are locked on one anothers as he slides fully into her. His balls feel the same as they do when entering a hot bath, though he finds this pain strangely erotic. Sheila responds to the stiff dick by grinding down on it and rolling it around inside her hot pussy. Barry can barely contain himself, this hot, hot woman is the sexiest he's ever met, let alone had sex with. A strange sense of guilt hit him. Not guilty for sleeping with someone else but guilty for not feeling guilty about it.

Maybe because just a few feet away Susan was running her fingers through the thick, soft fur that covered Martin's whole body. His normal, humanoid member poking out from within. The thick heavy shaft slid over her plain cotton panties, putting pressure on her clit as she pushed herself against him. Slipping a hand down between them, Susan pushed the material to one side, grabbed his shaft and impatiently guided him into her wet hole. Martin gave a growling grunt as he slid easily in.

The big bed rolled and rocked under the beastly bonking as groans, growls and gasps filled the air. Ecstatic cries from Diana began to drown the other noises out as she and Roger built up to an exhausting climax. Much more gentle lovemaking went on beside them as the diminutive Arthur, now on top with his bald head between the beautiful boobs of Jemima, slowly pumped into her. Legs covered in torn and laddered white stockings wrapped around his body and pulled him into her, her large lacey dresses spilling out to her sides. An "Ooooh! Gooooodnessssss!!" escaped his lips in the same pleasing manner he'd greeted his guests earlier.

Barry didn't want this to end. Sheila had spun them both over and span herself around and was now riding him 'Reverse Cowgirl' style. He reached down to stroke her red stockinged feet as her hot 'hot' arse bounced on his waist. The pressure in his balls felt too much like a kettle reaching the boil and he almost expected to hear a high pitched whistle when, seconds later he reached his blessed relief.

"A-Wooooooooooooo!!" Martin climaxed, thrusting hard into Susan, who gripped great chunks of fur in her fists as she too, came hard, her cry lost in the howl.

Heavy breaths filled the air as the group relaxed their muscles, dismounted and rolled apart. Barry lay on his back looking up at the skylight. The moon was passing between the outer-section of glass and the mid-section. The centre crystal looking even more colourful than before. It was a wonderous sight given his surroundings and his climb down from sexual ecstasy.

The music had cycled around again, the male participants were still tumescent and the females began to prowl between the coloured sections, looking for their next partner.

Susan and Barry shared a brief moment, a weak, thin smile and a silent agreement that this was a free pass.

Barry's moment was broken by long fingers wrapping around his hard shaft. He looked to his left to see Diana grinning down saucily at him, her huge bosom once again filling his panorama. This time he could lust away at them. "Feel free to ravish my beautiful bouncy booooobs, Barry. This is sexual liberty." Penelope encouraged him and Barry didn't need telling twice.

Although Susan had made a beeline towards Roger, she found her path cutoff by Arthur. Roger gave her a reassuring smile, fangs poking out from his top lip as he shuffled into the arms of the waiting Jemima.

Arthur looked more frenzied than before and, after a brief look up and down at Susan's body, leapt at her and wrestled her down onto the bed.

Sucking and slurping away at one of Diana's erect nipples, Barry was in heaven, or at least a pleasurable level of hell. He knew this wasn't right, wasn't 'normal' but the time to think was later. He was once again on his back as his current lover lowered her slickness down his hard shaft. Both gave out satisfying moans as he filled her completely. Moving his face into her cleavage, Barry shook his head in a slow 'motorboat' as he lost himself in her deliciously soft pillows.

Once again Jemima peered out from under her veil towards Barry. She hoped for a quicker round this time so she could claim the visiting dick.

Susan wasn't sure what was happening to her this time as Arthur's surprisingly large cock pushed deep into her. He took her breath with each eager stroke as he pumped away. After her rather tender encounter with Martin though, she was more than happy for him to be quick.

Rather than lasting the distance like he did with Sheila, Barry's coupling with Diana came to a quick climax. She pretty much pummelled him from the off. Slapping down hard on his hard-on at a frenetic pace. Barry did notice her preoccupation with the skylight up above. Noticing it's trajectory, he could see that the moon would fill the crystal centre perfectly. He guessed that this would creat a magical, colourful climax. 'Perhaps a special moment to share with Susan?' He considered.

Once again the couples uncoupled and roamed the bed for a new partner. Susan wasn't being thwarted in her pursuit of Roger this time. Finding herself with him in the gold circle in the centre of the bed. He held his cloak high above them with one arm as he bared down, fangs fully extended, eyes focused, hypnotic and intent. Susan's knees buckled as she collapsed beneath him in a half-swoon as the pair kissed passionately beneath his cloak.

In the circle, lay right next to them, was Jemima, a lacey fingerless-gloved hand reached out for Barry. He took it in his and began to kiss his way up her arm, his warm lips against her cold skin. Jemima was such a stark contrast to the erotic Sheila but was of equal temptation to him. Their shared glances, exchanged through the orgy had teased and tantilised up until this moment. As he kissed his way up her neck, her lacey veil appeared to lift of it's own volition, exposing her pale, near translucent skin. Their lips met as Barry manoeuvred his body over Jemima's.

The cloaked figure hovered over Susan as his busy hands caressed the soft skin of her ample breasts before drifting up to hold her face and run his fingers through her hair. Susan whimpered as she felt her sexual tension rebuild. She had slowly become besotted with the charming creature as the night progressed and now she was going to have him for herself. She bent her knees up, spreading her legs, indicating that she wanted him to take her. Roger read the sign, grinned and then, although from a shallow height, swooped swiftly down onto her, cloak flailing behind him.

Barry slowly slid his hard dick into Jemima's willing hole. He wanted to savour this moment more than most. Jemima was sweetly innocent in his eyes and no matter what fate had fallen her before, Barry was determined to show her some tenderness. Jemima's deep black pupils widened as he entered her inch by inch. She stroked his handsome face with her deathly-cold fingertips as she craned her neck up for a kiss. Barry felt his balls push up against her cold cheeks as Jemima wrapped her legs around his waist and held him tightly. She pulled his head down and looked up over his shoulder at the skylight and smiled.

Half of the moon was now behind the crystallised glass and specks of pinkish coloured light shone down onto the group of lovers below. In a few moments time the moon would sit in the dead centre of the skylight and create a bewilderingly eerie effect.

Roger's hard dick penetrated Susan deeply, causing her to gasp with delight. Pulling his head down for a kiss whilst minding those sharp fangs, she felt the first throws of an almighty orgasm. She knew there was something special about Roger. He was so dashing and darkly handsome in that classic filmstar way that Susan had always hoped for in a lover. Quickening his pace, Roger began to give her long, deep strokes that caused her pussy to practically froth and fizz. She felt moments from bursting but somehow managed to keep the reaction deep within. She glanced around at what was happening elsewhere on the bed. Barry was grinding away at Jemima, who looked in a state of bliss, even behind her veil. She felt no jealousy, how could she? She did notice that the others; Diana, Arthur, Sheila and her beloved Martin were not engaging in carnal acts but were instead gathered around the two couples in the gold circle.

As the moon sat almost completely within the crystal, the room filled with hundreds off coloured chinks of crimson light, sparkling and dancing along with the music and the passionate lovemaking in the gold circle of the bed.

Barry was picking up pace. Jemima had raised her hips up and was meeting his thrusts. She held onto him tightly, encouraging him to hold on for a few more moments. She kept her eyes on his for the most part, the veil bouncing in and out of view hindered a little but she kept her check on the moons progress with an occasional glance. Barry hadn't really noticed the two women either side of him so was put off his stroke somewhat when Diana placed a hand upon his shoulder. As she did so, Sheila leaned in, up close and personal with Jemima.

"Oh, my beautiful Jemima..."

At this point Diana whispered, in her most sultry tone, into Barry's ear. "You have to make a choice. It's a crucial moment but a beautiful one to share with the right person."

Then the sweet talking devil woman asked Jemima, "May I have this dance?"

"No! NO!" Caught on the cusp of an orgasm, Jemima's eyes flooded with tears. She looked up at Barry, his next move was everything.

Barry thought for a moment, he felt the weight of the situation bearing down on him. At the same time, he was desperate to unload. 'Who do I share this with? Why does it feel so important?' He glanced at the bodies next to him. 'Am I meant to share this moment with Susan?'

If he was, then Susan wasn't aware of it. She had clearly been faced with the same scenario. Martin had intervened just as another orgasm was about to hit, Arthur was leaning in and talking to the red faced redhead, telling her of her crucial choice. Roger withdrew at speed, flying back a few feet into the air and landing with grace, softly on the bed. Susan, a ticking orgasmic timebomb, grabbed her furry lover and pulled him in. He wasted no time sliding into her, in fact Susan could still feel the pulsing cock of her vampirical lover as Martin entered. The whole moment was too much for both of them.

The moon slid into position fully within the ruby crystal.

"Awooooooooo!!!" Came the wonderous cry, just as the room was flooded in a blood-red light.

Barry thrust hard! Harder! AGAIN!! With a loud grunt he filled his lover once more. He remained in his rigid state, kneeling and leaning over his lover, a stockinged leg upright against his hairy body, a sexy shapely foot hooked around his neck.

Sheila's post-coital face relaxed quickly. She began to take quick shallow breaths, her eyes were wild as she looked all around her at the room. Blood-red light bathed everything and everyTHING it encountered. Her face changed again, a crazed open mouthed grin spread across it. "Yes! Yes! YESSSSS!!!" She screamed.

"NOOOOOOOOO!!!" Jemima screamed back. "It was meant to be ME!"

Sheila burst into laughter as she pulled herself up and away from Barry, who was just recovering his breath, began to look confused. "What? What's happening?" He asked as he began to feel the heat again. This time from within.

Susan shared a tender moment with Martin in the aftermath of their 'cumming together.' She continued to stare into his loving eyes and it pleased her to see that the sadness she'd noted before had receded. Through the red filter that covered them, she thought she could see beyond the fur that obscured his features. Whatever this had been, real or not, Susan was pleased she'd had this moment with Martin who continued to look intently into her eyes. His lips, slightly more visible now, parted to reveal not fangs or pointy canines like before but normal human teeth.

"Sorry Susan, forgive me." With that he lifted himself up and dismounted. Susan, still giddy from the orgy gave him a confused look. Pulling herself up into a sitting position, she ran her fingers down her stockinged legs.

"What do you mean, Mar..?" She stopped suddenly as she ran her fingers back up. Strange! She shuddered with embarrassment as she noticed hairs poking through the nylon. 'How could I have missed all that when shaving?'

The differing reactions to the nights activities struck quite a contrast. Jemima knelt forlornly in the gold centre circle of the bed. Arthur stood next to her with a hand on her shoulder, saying nothing but showing understanding. Diana and Roger were stood on the far side of the room in an embrace watching the others, smiles adorning both their faces. Sheila too smiled a satisfied smile as she looked down at Barry lying on the bed. Barry was sweating more than ever as his temperature rose by the second. Also, inspite of all the sex he'd just had, he felt an urge to masturbate. He found himself stroking his cock as it got harder and bigger, much bigger than before. He looked down at it as it pulsed in his hand and he found that he could barely fit his fingers around it. It began to point up towards his face and stretching up his belly, growing and growing, past his naval and nearly up to his chest.

"What!? FUCK!" He looked back at Sheila, she'd changed. No longer the sexy, hot temptress, the woman stood before him was demure, conservative and dressed in a dull cardigan and blouse combo with a pleated mid-length skirt. "WHAT'S HAPPENING?"

Susan began to sob quietly as she stared at her shaking hands. Hands which now resembled paws. Leathery fingers, pointed nails and long, thick hairs covering the back of her hands. "NO! NO! What have yooooou-Awoooooo done to me." She clutched at her throat, now thick with fur, when she heard herself howl.

Martin the Werewolf was no more. Instead, there stood in front of her was a very ordinary looking man in an old-fashioned mohair suit complete with skinny-tie.

Desperately looking across to Susan for help, Barry recoiled in horror at her transformation. "SUSAN! What's happened to us?" He turned back to Sheila, who was now joined by Diana.

"All will be explained to you soon..." she began, "please try not to become too agitated."

The fire that raged inside Barry was becoming unbearable. As he knelt on the bed looking down at his new mighty member, long, thick and aggressive, the realisation that this was some terrible mystical trick suddenly dawned on him.

Diana stepped over to where Barry knelt on the bed and reached out for his monstrous member. "Oh, I've missed this, the Devilman's cock, Jemima look. This huge cock looks fun doesn't it?" Jemima didn't respond.

"Sheila..." Diana addressed the 'new' woman in the room. "Congratulations on setting yourself free. Now you and Martin here..." she held out a hand for Martin to accept. "... you must go back out into the world and live together as a couple. I'm sure you'll have no trouble being intimate with one another after everything you've done together. But remember, you need to find a new couple for us, ready for next time. It won't be long before we have another night like this."

"Not long!?" said Martin. "I've been here since 1955 and now it's, it's..."

"It's two thousand and twenty, Martin. Barely a blink of an eye when you've lived the centuries I have. There'll be another full moon Halloween in just 19 years."

"Nineteen! Oh God Nooooooo-Awooooooooooo!" Cried Susan. "I can't stay this way until then."

"Oh the decades whizz by when you're having so much fun, don't they Arthur?"

"Ooooooh, yeeeeeessssss, Lady Diana, sooooo much fuuuuuunnnnn." Chirped Arthur.

The End.