You can read Part 1 of the story here, then read each of the four spooky stories told by the dommes. Our readers voted, and picked the winner – announced below. Enjoy!

As the autumn sun dipped down toward the horizon, and the moon began to rise, a hush fell over Geena’s apartment.  My friends and I were gathered around to tell spooky stories, and now that everyone had submitted their tale for consideration, the atmosphere felt thick with spine-tingling expectation.

Geena’s apartment maintained a snuggly atmosphere of coziness.  Maybe it was the crepe-paper bats she’d hung from the ceiling, or the lingering smell of cinnamon from her baking, or the warm glow of the flickering candles she’d strategically placed around the room.  But a lot of the creepiness was displaced by a sense of friendly fall warmth.  I snuggled back against Geena’s soft, warm bosom, and felt her arms circle around me.

“Well, all four of those stories were great… but we can only have one winner!  You know the rules, girls.  One vote each, and you can’t vote for yourselves!” declared Rachel.  “Geena, hon, do you have a hat?”

“Do I have a hat!” scoffed Geena, practically flinging me across the room as she jumped up.

“Oof!” I exclaimed, pitching forward; Geena caught my arms with surprising strength, set me upright, patted my chest, and pushed me back onto the couch, dancing off to her bedroom and returning with a thematically appropriate black witch hat.

She flipped it over and stuck it out, beaming.

“Do we get to vote?” asked Kyle, hopefully.

“No.  Boys don’t get to vote,” said April quickly.  “After all, you’ll be biased.  You know what the stakes are!”

We sure did.  The girls had all agreed that the winner of the scary story contest would get a week of servitude from the five boys present: Jung, Kyle, Corey, Clark, and me. 

But I took offense to April saying I was biased!  I wouldn’t have voted for Geena just because she was my girlfriend.  I would have voted for Geena because her siren story was awesome.  But I was forced to sit on the couch and watch as, one by one, the girls got slips of paper and pencils, wrote down their votes, and slipped them into Geena’s hat.  She bounced it around and stirred up the four slips, grinning as she milked the suspense. 

Geena, Rachel, April, and Igora are all very different women.  Rachel, for example, is blond and kind of skinny, while Geena has dark shiny hair and a well-fed, curvy body.  Rachel can be a strict disciplinarian, even a cruel one, while Geena is much more gentle and nurturing.  And as for April and Igora?  They’re both sorority sisters, but April is bubbly and sweet and cute, whereas Igora is… well, weird.  Igora is weird.

But one thing all of them definitely agree on is that they like being in control.  Every single one of them knows how to push around a boy, even five boys, and every one of them looked hungry to be in charge of us for a week.  They watched, enraptured, as Geena stirred up the four slips of paper in the hat, and finally pinched one and pulled it out.

“Ahem,” she began, flashing us a smile.  “The first vote is for… Rachel!”

All five of us boys looked over at Rachel, who beamed imperiously.  I gulped.  Clark gulped.

Jung whispered, “All right!”  Then quickly, he added, “I mean, uh… gulp.”

Rachel was, by far, the strictest Domme, and the most willing to dole out punishment.  Her story of the haunted halls of the Queen Building had raised the hair on the back of my neck.  I didn’t think I believed in ghosts, but… now, I wasn’t so sure.

“The next vote is for… April!”

“Yay!” said April, clapping.

April’s story, about a vampire, had chilled my blood and left me wondering what other kind of frights might lurk in the Zeta sorority.

“Vote number three goes to… me!  Rachel, is this your handwriting?”

“Yes,” said Rachel.

“Aww, thanks.  So, there’s only one more vote in the hat…”  Geena stirred her hand around in the hat.

“What if it’s for Igora?” blurted Corey worriedly.  “What if each of you gets only one vote?”

Igora’s otherworldly story  of alien abduction had been as alien as Igora herself!

…I still thought Geena’s fantastical mermaid tale  was the best, though.

“Well, if it’s all tied up, we’ll have to split you up equally.  Dibs on Corey!” cackled Igora with a deranged, fish-eyed grin.  Corey whimpered and clung to April’s leg.

Geena plucked the final slip of paper from the hat.  It was folded up neatly.  She set the hat on her coffee table and unfolded the paper with excruciating slowness.  All of us, whether we were seated on one of the couches or the floor, leaned forward expectantly.

“…and the final vote… goes to…”

“Oh, c’mon, Geena!” exclaimed Rachel.

“Rachel!”

“What?”

“No, the final vote.  It’s for you, Rachel!  Congratulations!”

Rachel’s eyes widened.  “Really?!  Me?”

“I guess the world isn’t yet ready to know that the truth is out there,” sighed Igora.

 I gulped.  Clark gulped.

Jung whispered, “All right!”  Clark and I glared at him.

Rachel rubbed her hands together, deviously, and I could already tell she was mentally cataloging all of her toys.  I could picture some of them in my mind’s eye: the heavy wooden paddle, the many-tailed floggers, the huge, veiny strap-ons!  It might have been five against one, but I knew there was no safety in numbers.  Rachel was a brutal Domme and she wouldn’t go easy on us just because there were five of us.

“This is great!  I can’t wait to get some extra practice in,” said Rachel, rubbing her hands together deviously.

“Now, remember, no taking his virginity.  Our president, Bonnie, has plans for this one!” said Igora, gesturing toward Clark, who gulped yet again at being singled out.

“Mike, a moment?” purred Geena, rising and giving me the come-hither gesture with her finger.  I rose unsteadily and followed her to the bedroom, dreading the idea of being in service to Rachel for a week.  I knew Rachel’s style.  It was… let’s just say, it was nothing like Geena’s.

“Geena!  I can’t be with Rachel for a whole week!” I hissed as she led me into her bedroom and closed the door behind us.

She put her hands on my cheeks and pressed our lips together.  “Mike,” she said, as she broke away, “Don’t worry!  Rachel may be tough, but she’s fair.  Besides, I have a present to make sure she can’t work you too hard.  …ta-da!”

She turned and pulled open the top drawer of her dresser, pulling out a heavy metal butt plug.  On the flat end was a flat, round peg, with a simple, no-nonsense message on it: PROPERTY OF GEENA.

I found myself blushing.  “Seriously?”

“You don’t have to wear it, Mike.  I just thought you’d like having your ass protected.  Rachel doesn’t always respect boys as much as she should… but she respects me.  That’s why I also prepared a contract for you!”  She rooted around in the top of her drawer and produced a thick envelope.

I have to admit, I was pretty impressed.  Geena always thinks five steps ahead, like her life is a chess game.

I considered Rachel’s extensive toy collection and felt my knees weaken a little.  When Geena bends you over and gently works a strap-on into you, it feels good.  Like she’s melting her body into yours.  Rachel, I knew, would have a very, very different technique.

“Okay, okay, I’ll put it in.  Better safe than sorry,” I said.

I put my hands on Geena’s bed, and felt her body get behind mine.  One of her arms wrapped around my middle to unzip my pants and lower them.  I put my feet wide apart, trying to adopt the best angle for Geena to gently wriggle the plug into me.

I imagined what Rachel’s face would be like when she bent me over and saw the plug, and I gaffawed at the same moment Geena pressed the cold metal bulb against my ass.  I inhaled sharply and felt my body automatically gulp the plug in.  I could smell Geena behind me, her coconut-mango shampoo or whatever it was, fruity, or floral– who knows– but it was familiar, and it was automatic to trust her when I felt her pressing up behind me.

I pulled my pants back up and rebuttoned them, shifting a little, getting used to the plug.  I felt nervous about being in Rachel’s service, but I had to trust in the contract Geena was holding in her hands. 

It felt weird to walk back out into the living room, where Rachel was standing triumphantly over Corey, her foot on his back, her other foot outstretched for him to lick subserviently.  Corey’s eyes flickered up at me, his expression worried.  I felt myself blushing, all too aware of the plug I was wearing.  It was a secret between Geena and me, but I knew it might be exposed to the other guys, later, and it made me feel oddly shy… even though the five of us had been through all sorts of crazy shit together!

“This is Mike’s contract,” said Geena, offering Rachel the envelope.

“…this thing feels like it’s twelve pages long!” exclaimed Rachel.

“It’s fourteen.”

Rachel groaned and rolled her head back.  “Geeeeena!  Not everyone is obsessed with reading as you are!  …oh, never mind, I know how protective you are of your little boyfriend.  Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of him.  In fact, since I have so many other boys to play with… I’ll only put yours on housekeeping duty!  And you can have him the rest of the week.”

I breathed a sigh of relief, even while Corey, Kyle, and Clark glared jealously at me.

Rachel reached into her pocket, found a key, and flipped it over my way.  I fumbled with it, just barely catching it.

“There you go.  There’s the key to Room 1287, in the Queen Building.  I expect my laundry done no sooner than seven a.m. tomorrow!”

“Wait… Room 1287?” I repeated, eyes widening.  I felt my ass clench around the plug inside it, giving me a jolt of unexpected pleasure that did not match the rising panic in my throat.  “You mean… the haunted suite from your story?”

The ghost Rachel had inadvertently played with there… hadn’t he also been plugged up, and a manservant to Rachel?  Was I being put into the role of that ghost?!  What if he came back?  What if he thought I was another ghost just like him?!

“Yes, that’s right.  You’re going to be my little maid for the week, Mike,” said Rachel with a grin.  “And I have just the cutest outfit for you to wear, too!  Don’t worry, I’ll be sure to honor this contract.”  She pressed Geena’s envelope to her heart.  “I won’t even take you down to the Queen Building’s dungeons… you’ll get to spend your time in my room, instead.  Alone.  By yourself.  Well, unless Phelan comes back.”

I felt a shiver crawl up my arms at the idea of being alone in the old wing of the old building, all alone, just me and whatever ghosts still roamed the place.  For the last week of October, when the sun set early and the nights came on fast, flooding the creaky old halls with moonlight.  All the way through Halloween, that night when the veil between our world and the world of the dead slips, just a little.

I never thought I’d say it, but… for once, I think I would have preferred a session with Rachel’s paddle!

– The End –

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