“It's so big! It's so hard!” You think you hear an excited female voice exclaim as the sound slowly starts you on the way to regaining consciousness.

“Owww . . .” the woman groans, “please . . . slow down . . . I can't take it . . . let me catch my breath . . . please . . . not another climax . . . I'm cumming so hard it hurts . . . please, another orgasm will destroy me . . . I can't take another . . . oh please have mercy . . .”

Your eyes slowly blink, as you can now make out the desperate husky cries of a woman panting for breath, though your vision fails to return.

“You should have thought of that before you tried to get revenge on me!” A manly baritone growl cruelly cuts the frantic pleas of the woman short. “Now the tables are turned and you're going learn your lesson! So take it, bitch!”

“Nooo!!!!!” the woman screams in rapturous anguish as the rhythmic sound of human flesh slapping hard against each other dramatically increases as you realize your head is fully covered.

“You have to be kidding me.” The voice of a new woman is heard. “How can you guys watch this? This is the most idiotic thing I have ever seen. Who writes this garbage?”

“I think it's kind of hot.” Another female voice responds.

“Yeah, if by 'hot' you mean something devoid of romance and even reality. Do the producers of this trash even now how female biology works?”

"Meh." A different woman adds, "At least he is easy on the eyes, though there is no way those tits are real."

“I'd do her any time.” Someone else quietly sighs.

As your mind begins to clear you realize you're hanging by your wrists, your arms spread out, with your feet barely touching the floor. Your body is limp with your head slumped against your chest. Though you cannot move your muscles, you believe your ankles are also shackled.

“Well enough of the warm up.” A sultry deep feminine voice interrupts as the sound of the frantically coupling is immediately paused. “Tonight's main attraction, I think, has finally joined us.”

At last you can feel your body as your neck muscles strain to lift your head.

“Oh shit! That thing is a real person!” A voice screams as you hear a chair topple over.

“I thought it was a mannequin!” Someone gasps.

“I hope its a stripper.” An apathetic voice mutters. “Pass the Cheetos.”

“What the hell is going on?” The voice of the one who originally complained demands.

“Hell is right.” The sultry voice answers, “Samhain is the most appropriate time for a special celebration and revenge.”

“Revenge? What do you mean?”

“I found out who was been vexing our little coven and have secured their presence for a special show, or shall we say sacrifice, for this most Un-Hallow's Eve."

"You don't mean?" Several excited voices ask.

“Yes, my sisters." The sultry voice is full of excitement, arousal with a hint of malice. "I have a special present for you. One that needs to be unwrapped and played with. If you break it, don't worry, no one will know, just as long as you have fun and your revenge."

Your hood is violently ripped off your head causing your eyes to blink and slowly come into focus. You stand chained spread eagle before your detractors, a half-of-dozen or so shapely coeds dressed in suggestive Halloween costumes all staring at you.

Their sultry voice leader gives a wicked grin, "Happy Halloween."