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Here is part 2 of my Halloween story. And here is a link to part 1 in case you need to catch up 🙂. http://tickletheater.com/showthread.php?t=81827
The car pulled up in front of the house. Lily sat in the driver's seat with Jenni next to her and Andrew in the back seat. Lily was a witch, of course. She wore a tight black dress and a black pointed hat. She even had a broomstick in the trunk. She normally would have thought this to be absolutely humiliating, but Jenni insisted on the two of them appearing true to form at the party. Jenni herself was painted up with white greasepaint, a pink heart over each eye so that her eyes were positioned dead in the middle of them, a small orange pumpkin on each cheek, and an exaggerated Cheshire grin painted over her mouth. She had colored her hair pink and wore her blue satin one piece clown costume. Andrew was a zombie. He wore a tattered old suit comprised of a pair of dark blue dress pants, a matching sports coat, and a white button shirt. He had painted his face to appear pale but, as Jenni was about to point out, his costume had one fatal flaw.
“Where's your bite?” She asked.
“What do you mean?”
“Your bite? You're a zombie, right? So, where were you bitten?”
The question caught Andrew off guard. Anybody who knew Jenni personally could tell you that catching people off guard is something she specialized in but he didn't want to give her the satisfaction.
“Maybe it's under my clothes.” He hinted.
“Why would a zombie stop to get dressed?” She countered.
“Fuck you, that's why.” He joked.
“You better watch it mister, or those feet will be all mine.” She threatened, wagging a finger at him. Lily, meanwhile was simply looking over the house and finishing a cigarette.
“Guys, there's only one car here. There are lights on but I don't know how much of a party this is really going to be.”
“Well, I still want to go in.” Jenni stated.
“Oh, me too. It's just odd.”
“We're probably just early. The invite said “from dusk till dawn”. It's dark now so let's go inside.” Jenni said as she got out of the car. Lily and Andrew followed her up to the door. Jenni knocked Shave And A Haircut and the trio waited.
“Maybe the whole thing was some kind of practical joke.” Andrew suspected after a few seconds had gone by.
“Oh ye of little faith...” Jenni turned and lobster clawed Andrew's hip, making him jump and smirk. She stuck her tongue out at him flirtatiously and turned back to the door as it opened to reveal Kim. She was dressed as a Barbie Doll. This was simple enough for her as her skin tone and long blonde hair would have her a dead ringer for the popular toy. But her tight grey tee and Daisy Dukes looked fantastic on her, especially since the latter only covered so much of her ass.
“Welcome to Reni's Haunted Funhouse! I'm Kim. You must be Jenni, Lily, and...?”
“Andrew. Or Andy. Doesn't matter.” He introduced himself. Kim gave him a strange look, but only for a second.
“Well, come on in.” She stepped aside, clearing the path for the guests, who took the offer and entered.
The living room was decked out. Colored lights made the whole room red, except for the bar area, including the counter, which was lit up blue by special bulbs inside of it. Claire, who was dressed as Catwoman in a slinky, skin tight leather suit, was bartending. She had just about every kind of liquor known to man behind her in an awesome display. There was an elaborate sound system set up in the back corner as well. Currently, Vampire Heart by HIM was playing blasting through the speakers. Kim turned to the three.
“I have to get back to my DJ duties. Please help yourselves to drinks at the bar. Any song requests?”
“What do you have?” Lily asked.
“Everything.” Kim answered simply.
“How about some Hollywood Undead?” Andrew suggested.
“Sure thing, Andy.” Kim winked and made her way back to the DJ area.
“Whiskey whiskey whiskey whiskey whiskey...” Jenni whispered.
“Yes, Jenni. Let's go to the bar.” Lily agreed, causing Jenni to squeal happily.
“Hey, who are they?” Andrew motioned to two other women, Lori and Lana, who were sitting on one of the two sofas which were positioned facing each other. The two were dressed similarly as Thing 1 and Thing 2 from The Cat In The Hat.
“Dr. Seuss fans.” Lily responded.
“Well, obviously, I mean do either of you know them.”
“I don't.” Jenni answered while Lily simply shook her head no.
“Isn't it strange for there to be a party where the guests don't know each other?” Andrew asked the perfectly legit question only for Jenni to make a clawing motion in the air with her fingers as a quiet warning that she would tickle him again if he kept asking such questions.
“Why don't you get to know them then. Have a seat and we'll bring you a beer.” Lily suggested. Andrew decided to do just that and extended a hand to Lori as Jenni and Lily walked up to the bar. Claire ran a finger along her brow in a demure manner as the girls neared the counter.
“Hello, I'm Claire. It's my job to fill the spirits with spirits tonight, as it were. What are ya having?”
“Peach Bird Dog if you've got it. Neat.” Jenni answered.
“And for you?” Claire addressed Lily.
“Lemme get a glass of whatever Merlot you have and Bud Lite for our buddy on the couch.”
“You got it.” Claire pulled up a bottle of whiskey and started doing her thing.
“Love your costume.” Jenni gazed at the catsuit that Claire wore. Claire had unzipped the front just enough to allow a couple inches of cleavage.
“Thank you.” Claire looked up briefly to look over Jenni's outfit. “I used to love clowns. I mean, I guess not “Used to” cause I still kinda do. Never seen a female clown before though. It definitely looks good on you though.”
“Thanks, Claire.” Jenni smiled.
“So what's the deal here, is the whole party just in this front room?” Lily asked, looking around.
“Oh, no. We're just giving the guests a little time to settle in before the party starts.” Claire explained. She handed them their drinks.
“So... who's Reni?”
“That would be me!” A voice called from behind them. Everyone in the room turned to see the 5 foot blonde pixie in the strapless red dress standing in the entrance to the living room. This was, of course, the same guise that Renismelthin had used earlier in her barroom vision. No reason to change it, the demon thought. Kim was still playing music, but she turned it down a bit for “Reni's” entrance.
“Such wonderful costumes...” The blonde sauntered over to the couch where Lori, Lana, and now Andrew, were seated. But she didn't sit herself. “Introductions all around. As I said, my name's Reni.”
“Is that short for something?” Lana asked. The blonde glanced at her.
“Could be.” She said simply. “You are Lana. And this is your sister, Lori.” The twins were understandably confused as to how the petite beauty knew them. “Lori and Lana have very exciting jobs.” Reni informed the room in her disguise. “Of course sometimes it's much more exciting for their patrons, isn't it?” She shared a knowing chuckle with the twins.
“What do you mean by that?” Andrew inquired, not getting what was so funny.
“We work in a sperm bank.” Lori said bluntly. Andrew blushed a little as he had been hitting on the two of them when he first sat down.
“Hey, that might be fun for you, Andrew.” Reni turned to the young man. “Especially if the nurses had any foot magazines on hand.” Andrew blushed harder now as the blonde had just called out his fetish in front of everybody in the room. Renismelthin could read the minds of anybody in her vicinity and relished in the act of revealing their secrets to their faces. It was a special kind of torment that could be used to cause pleasure or discomfort.
“Oh, we do.” Lana assured. “You'd be surprised how many guys come in and ask.”
“Not a bad idea to have in your back pocket, Andy.” Reni grinned. “And while you weren't formally invited to this party, you are most welcome. And I hope you have a marvelous time here.”
“Uh, thanks.” He uttered bashfully as the blonde rubbed his shoulder for a second before looking to the bar.
“Lily!” Reni strolled over to the bar counter as Lily looked in bewilderment. Unlike the others, Lily had a sense that something supernatural was certainly afoot. And she had an even bigger feeling that this woman was behind it all somehow. “How goes the spellcasting these days? Anybody been made a frog yet, today?” Reni joked. Lily couldn't tell if it was a simple jest or a thickly-veiled warning. “Just kidding. I don't mean any offense. Let's see a trick.”
“Excuse me?” Lily hated being made to “do tricks” like a dog in a show.
“It's okay, Hon.” Reni said. “Everybody. Lily here does magic! Shall we ask her nicely to show us one of her... acts?”
“How fun! We both love magic.” Lori stated. Jenni looked at Lily and nodded, goading her. Lily finally conceded. She levitated Andrew's Bud Lite off of the counter top and floated it over to where he was sitting. He grabbed it in mid-air and took a big gulp of it. Lana and Lori clapped. It was amazing to them but everyone else in the room knew very well what Lily was capable of.
“Thank you, Dear.” Reni clapped briefly before turning to Jenni. “And you...” Jenni smiled sweetly as Reni moved up to her. Reni extended her hand. “Jenni the Clown. The pleasure is all mine.” Jenni shook Reni's hand in a cartoony, vigorous fashion.
“Nice to meet you too, Reni.” She replied.
“You definitely have the Halloween spirit about you, don't you?” Reni commented.
“How do you mean?” Jenni's eyebrows furrowed a little.
“Well just look at the two pumpkins you brought!” Reni joked regarding Jenni's abundant breasts. Jenni laughed, thankful that she hadn't been drinking when she heard the joke. Otherwise this hostess would be covered in peach whiskey.
“How nice. You noticed.” She responded with mock coyness.
“How could you not?” Reni gasped. “My Lord, do you even need the use of balloons in your gigs or do those work out okay by themselves?”
Just about everyone in the room laughed at that one.
“Jenni is a clown, obviously, but also is working on a career as a psychologist. Tell me, Jen, do you ever have to counsel patients who are afraid of clowns? How does that work?”
“It's only come up once but he... well... let's just say he was all smiles by the end of the session.”
“Mmm, I bet he was.” Reni purred slightly. She moved back to the center of the room. “Well, kids, the funhouse is officially open!” A multitude of colored lights came on at once in the hallway. “There is a new surprise in every room as promised! You can go upstairs, down the hall, or even down to the basement if you so choose! It is our hope that you will stay as long as you wish. And, goes without saying, you can always return to the living room at any time for drinks and dancing. Let the party begin!” The Blonde curtsied.
Lori and Lana both got up from the couch.
“I think we are gonna check out the sights. See you guys in a bit.” Lori informed the group as she and Lana turned to exit the room.
“Don't get lost.” Jenni joked as the girls disappeared down the hall. Andrew got up as well.
“You two coming?” He asked Jenni and Lily.
“I kinda feel like dancing for a bit.” Lily replied. “How about you, Jen?”
“Oooo, I like the sound of that. You go ahead, Andy. We'll catch up with you in a bit.”
“Suit yourselves.” He took his beer and exited the room, opting to go up the stairs as opposed to following the twins down the hall.
When Andrew reached the second floor, he could still faintly hear the activities in the living room. Been To Hell by Hollywood Undead started playing. “Oh, sure.” Andrew thought out loud. Now that he was out of the room, Kim had put on his request. He thought about turning back just to hear his song. He REALLY thought about turning back when the mental image of Lily and Jenni getting their groove on with each other to the music popped into his head. He started to turn back to the staircase when he heard a door creek open and a light flicker in a very strange way.
Now, 99.99999% of people would turn away at this point. They would go back down the stairs and debate leaving the building altogether. But to see it from Andrew's perspective... he was an electrician. The door wasn't what intrigued him. It was the light. His livelihood was dying of curiosity and he couldn’t much help it when he walked through the door into the room to see for himself what was going on.
He entered the room, which was pitch black and the door abruptly slammed behind him. He jumped and felt a spasm of terror before the lights switched on.
Mirrors. There were mirrors everywhere, positioned in a kind of maze, just like a house of mirrors that you would find in a carnival.
“Welcome to my room of reflection.” Andrew heard Reni's childlike voice. “Nothing here can harm you... except yourself. You will only see what you bring in with you. Your hopes, your fears, your fantasies. You will see reflected not just your image, but who you are deep inside of your soul. Have fun, Andrew.”
Andrew could sense a vague threat in Reni's voice and considered turning right back around. When he tried the door though, it wouldn't budge.
“Uh uh uuuhh...” The voice taunted. “The only way out is to reach the end of the maze.” Andrew swallowed hard, and made his way into the maze.
The first few mirrors were of the classic “County Fair” variety. Some made him taller, shorter, thinner, fatter, etc. He couldn't help but snicker at some of the ridiculous images of himself, especially with the pale makeup he was wearing and the tattered suit seeming even more damaged in some of the visions. But when after he had made a couple of wrong turns, he started to worry about his ability to find his way out.
The maze seemed to go on forever. He felt as though he had already traveled a quarter mile or so. The lights above him reflecting off of the glass was starting to make him feel a bit lightheaded.
“What's the matter, Andrew?” Reni's voice echoed, “Not feeling yourself?”
“What's going on?” He asked.
“Who might this be?” The voice asked as Andrew looked into one of the mirrors and saw what looked like a young girl. Maybe 14. She had blonde pigtails and a pink skirt. Andrew recognized her immediately as Mary-Anne, his first crush. He had such a thing for her back in 8th grade but she wouldn't have any of it. She had a preference for the jocks and he hadn't been popular enough for her. She had taught him that all too valuable lesson about girls and relationships: That no matter how attracted you are to somebody, sometimes it's just not meant to be.
“The first cut is always the deepest, isn't it, Andy?” Renismelthin mused, “But now who is this?”
Andrew took a few more steps further to another mirror. In this one, he saw Betty, a famous foot fetish model. She wore a black corset and underwear with 4 inch stilettos. He had first seen her picture when he was in high school. It was the moment that he realized that he had a foot fetish. He remembered so many pics of her online. Her feet pressed up close to the camera while she peeked over the toes with seductive glances.
“How many deposits did this one help you make into the old spank bank, Andy?” Reni asked. “I think we're getting somewhere...”
Andrew made it to a cul de sac of mirrors. They all faced him from every direction as he stood in the center.
“It was so hard to concentrate in class back in those days, wasn't it, Andrew? Between the foot magazines that you had hidden in your math books to the girls that sat around you, constantly breaking your concentration... wearing those sandals and flip flops during the warm months... open toed... he he he he...”
Andrew looked towards the mirrors. For the briefest of moments he saw a different woman in every one of them. Different women, but all dressed in the same schoolgirl's uniform. The lights suddenly became blinding and when Andrew came to, he was in a classroom. There were 20 or so desks and in each one of them was one of the girls from the mirrors. They were all dressed as schoolgirls but looked as though they were in their early twenties. Some were Caucasian, African American, Asian... Some were short or tall... but they were all beautiful in their own ways. He looked to the front of the room and his jaw nearly hit the floor. It was Betty. She still wore the corset and matching panties... and those shoes... She waved a large blue plume around in lieu of a ruler but it was clear that she was supposed to be the teacher of this very strange class.
“Now, class...” She began. “Let's work on our rhyming words.” She pointed the plume at the blackboard which had a series or starting words on it. “Feet.”
“Feet!” The class repeated in unison.
“Beet, cleet, street, neat, meet... FEET” The students repeated each word.
“Laugh.”
“Laugh!”
“Half, staff, calf, graph, gaffe... LAUGH” Andrew wanted to say something, but was hypnotized by what he was seeing.
“Tickle.”
“Tickle!” Andrew twitched a bit hearing the group all chant that word.
“Pickle, nickel, sickle, trickle, stickle... TICKLE!”
“Where am I?” Andrew blurted out, drawing the attention of the entire room to him. Betty smirked and ran the plume along her hand.
“Well, class, it appears our test subject is here.”
“Test subject?” Andrew asked, once again becoming a bit fearful.
“Yes, of course. Tests are a big part of the grading scale here at Miss Betty's School for Girls.” She declared. “Ellie, Jessica, will you kindly help the young man out of his clothes?”
“Hey, now wait just a mi...” Andrew was cut off in mid-sentence the teacher's desk morphed into a rather cushiony and fuzzy exam table. Andrew was lifted off of the ground and carried by some supernatural element to the table where he was laid out on his back. He wanted to sit back up but the table was alarmingly comfortable. A part of him felt so relaxed that it weakened him in a way. The table was missing some sections around his torso and bottom but it didn't feel awkward or unpleasant.
The two girls, Ellie and Jessica, got out of their seats in the third row and walked up to the front of the classroom. Jessica looked like the stereotypical blonde cheerleader. Great body but probably not too much going on upstairs. Ellie, on the other hand, was a bit on the short side. She was a little big boned with a proportionate ass and chest. Her hair was brown and curly and she wore a pair of somewhat thick glasses. She was a nerd, alright, but she exuded a very sensual aura about her. If you had asked him, Andrew would have had a hard time putting it into words. The two girls reached the table.
“Hi, there.” Jessica said cheerfully as she pulled two ribbons out of her pockets and set them on the table. Ellie did the same. Jessica approached Andrew's upper body helped him out of his sports coat. The fact that he was still in costume didn't seem to bother anybody. She then untucked his white shirt and began to undo the buttons. Down by his legs, Ellie untied and removed Andrew's dress shoes one at a time. Andrew knew his feet probably didn't smell too great. He had a tendency to sweat a good deal in that area, which usually led to Jenni and Lily scrubbing them clean before playtime, but it didn't seem to bother Ellie at all as she slowly peeled off his black socks. She then moved to his belt and unbuckled it as Jessica pulled off his shirt. Finally, Ellie carefully slid his dress pants and boxers down and pulled them out from under him. He now laid completely nude on the ultra comfy table.
“Thank you, girls. Now, the ribbons.” Betty instructed. Jessica picked up one of her two ribbons and pinned Andrew's left wrist above his head. The ribbon, on either end, had some kind of small object sewn inside of it. She placed the ribbon around his wrist and the two small objects inside seemed to stick to the table. She then bound his other wrist above his head with the second ribbon in the same manner. Andrew wondered how it was physically possible to be tied in this way.
“Oh, didn't I tell you?” Betty asked as if reading his mind. “This is a magnet school.” A few girls in the class giggled at the joke. Andrew looked down to see Ellie pin his ankles down with her ribbons. Andrew couldn't move now even if he wanted to. “Very good. Now, girls, take your places.” Ellie and Jessica appeared more than happy to oblige. They both moved down to the end of the table, each one kneeling down to face a different foot. Betty reached up and pulled down a projector screen. On it was an animation of a male foot. “Class, the human foot. It bears weight and allows locomotion. It is made up of three sections: The hindfoot, midfoot, and forefoot. The latter is where the toes can be found. The foot is also an object of sexual fetishism for some. Extensions of this fetish can include shoes... and tickling.” She smirked and some of the girls giggled.
Andrew looked down to see Ellie and Jessica smiling at him. Each of them removed a black sharpie from their shirt pockets. This wasn't gonna be good.
“Yes, class. The feet are very ticklish indeed. The most sensitive spots are generally the arches...” The arches on the screen were suddenly highlighted, “The insteps...” were also highlighted, “And the toes. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 toes on each foot. Girls, I want you to mark these areas on our test subject. Make sure to have a good grip on those feet. Penmanship will count towards your grade.
Jessica and Ellie both took a foot with their left hand, Ellie had his right foot while Jessica had his left, and marked each arch by drawing a big 1. Andrew didn't stand a chance.
“Hehehehheheheheheh” A few of the girls giggled with Andrew. The two girls now drew a 2 on each of his insteps. “Hehehehehhehehehehhe...”
“Tickle tickle.” Ellie whispered snarkily. The class giggled again.
“Now, now, Ellie.” The teacher warned.
“But he enjoys it.” Ellie stated as the girls began to mark the toes one by one. “Whenever I tickle my little brother, we always tease him. One time, he wet his pants when I said “Gitchy goo” and blew on his tummy.”
More laughter. Both from Andrew and from the girls. Even Betty snickered a bit.
“Oh my. I think you might be right.” Betty commented. She looked down at Andrew and he heard the collective room gasp. He looked down and saw his obvious erection. All the talk of feet and tickling had aroused him without him even noticing.
“What do we do?” Jessica asked. Betty had an evil look in her eyes.
“We play.” She answered in a tone that chilled Andrew's blood. “Girls, experiment with those spots. Remember to try different techniques. Switch it up. We don't want him getting used to it.” Jessica and Ellie wasted no time. Jessica scuttled her nails up and down the left arch while Ellie began happily piggying his toes.
“Hehehehehhehehehehehehhehehehehehhe...” Andrew giggled as Betty leaned to lower her face to his.
“Tickle tickle, indeed.” She joked. Causing the room to erupt in laughter.
Jessica was a decent ler, but Ellie was relentless. She seemed to be able to find every nerve and ticklish point and her nails were sharp but rounded enough to tickle Andrew terribly.
“Let's step this up a bit.” Betty decided. “Julie, Amanda, Sierra, come up to the table. The three girls eagerly got up from their seats and rushed to the front of the room. “Okay, ladies. Take your spots that we studied last week.” Betty ordered. Julie, an African American girl with long acrylic nails began to swirl those nails around Andrew's kneecaps. Amanda, a white girl, started playing on his tummy and sides. But, Sierra, an Asian girl, simply walked over to his head with a sly smile.
“AHHAHhaahhahahHAhahAHaHHAhHAahhAHHAhahhhHAHhaHAHAH” Andrew tried to squirm and wiggle away but was far too physically weakened to do much. They all tickled but Ellie and Amanda were the worst.
“He sure is struggling to get through Auntie Amanda's Special Tummy Time.” Amanda teased with mock concern as she ran her fingertips all over his belly in random patterns. She soon found a patch of skin that twitched when she brushed it. She smiled and concentrated her efforts on that spot, making sure to pass over it every few seconds.
Sierra hadn't even touched him yet. She seemed as though she was waiting for the go ahead from Betty. Andrew looked over at the sexy teacher. Oh my God. She had taken off her shoes and was oiling up her feet so he could see.
“Sierra, Dear, be a doll and help me with these, It's hard for me to reach.” Sierra walked over to Betty, dabbed a bit of baby oil on her hands from a bottle on the teacher's desk, and began oiling up Betty's feet.
“Hehehe... Betty tittered.
“Oooo. It seem like teacher a little tickly as well.” Sierra spoke with a strong accent.
“Yehehes, As I sahahaid, the fehheheheeet are quite tiihhicklish.” Betty answered, stifling giggles. Andrew was completely entranced with the sight, but Julie brought him back to attention real fast. Her nails had started drifting upward along his inner thighs and grazed his scrotum.
“GAH No Pleeheese.” Andrew yelped. Amanda and Jessica kept tickling but Ellie and Julie stopped for a moment.
“I don't get it.” Julie said. “What did I do?”
“I know.” Ellie said with a smirk. “Here, switch with me.” Julie obliged and sat at the boy's right foot, using those long nails to sweep under his toes. Ellie stood over Andrew's genitals and gave him a look as if he was in serious trouble.
“It helps to be the nerd.” She explained. “I listen to everything teacher says and I never miss a word. For instance, when a boy is aroused, his penis fills with blood and gets hard and firm like a rock. Also, his testicles are pulled in tight by the skin on his scrotum. To put it simply, both of these ultra-sensitive boy parts jut out and are revealed to the world proudly and firmly. Unfortunately, it also means there is no protection.” She brought her devastating nails down to Andrew's balls and scuttled them about, paying close attention to the sides.
“HHAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHHAAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA” Andrew cackled madly.
“Tickle tickle, little boy.” Amanda grinned wickedly as she left one hand on that all too tender patch of belly and moved her other hand to briefly tickle up and down the cock. Andrew thought he was gonna be tickled to death.
“Amanda, move back to the tummy. I'm coming through.” Betty announced like a firefighter about to run into a blazing building. Andrew looked over at Betty as the other girls continued tickling.
“Happy Halloween, Andy.” Andrew looked up to see that Betty was now sporting Renismelthin's purple cat eyes. “Trick or treat! Feel... my... feet...” She lifted her legs and wrapped her oily feet around his throbbing erection, rubbing them up and down.
“Teacher's feet! Teacher's feet!” Jessica and Julie chanted. Andrew was so overwhelmed by the pleasure and tickling that he knew he was going to cum soon. That's when Sierra finally walked back over to his head, looked down at him, and began to tickle his neck.
“Coochie coo...” She teased in her accent, “Coochie coo...” Ellie reached a finger under the ballsack and lightly wiggled the nail there, right where it met the taint.
“ELLIE NOHOOHOHHOHOHOHOHHOOHOHOHO”
Andrew sprayed hot semen about a foot up in the air as he came, making the girls all cheer “Hip Hip, Hooray!” over and over again until he passed out...
Back down in the first floor of the house, Lana and Lori were still exploring.
“So, what do you think?” Lana asked her sister.
“That Andrew is pretty cute. Sucks that he's the only guy here, though.” Lori responded.
“Yeah, and I think he's got something going on with at least one of those other girls. Such a shame. I even shaved earlier, thinking that I might get lucky tonight.”
“Same here.” Lori saw a door. “How about this one?”
The door said GAME OF SKILL. Lana nodded.
“Sure. Could be fun.” The sisters opened the door, and went inside...
The car pulled up in front of the house. Lily sat in the driver's seat with Jenni next to her and Andrew in the back seat. Lily was a witch, of course. She wore a tight black dress and a black pointed hat. She even had a broomstick in the trunk. She normally would have thought this to be absolutely humiliating, but Jenni insisted on the two of them appearing true to form at the party. Jenni herself was painted up with white greasepaint, a pink heart over each eye so that her eyes were positioned dead in the middle of them, a small orange pumpkin on each cheek, and an exaggerated Cheshire grin painted over her mouth. She had colored her hair pink and wore her blue satin one piece clown costume. Andrew was a zombie. He wore a tattered old suit comprised of a pair of dark blue dress pants, a matching sports coat, and a white button shirt. He had painted his face to appear pale but, as Jenni was about to point out, his costume had one fatal flaw.
“Where's your bite?” She asked.
“What do you mean?”
“Your bite? You're a zombie, right? So, where were you bitten?”
The question caught Andrew off guard. Anybody who knew Jenni personally could tell you that catching people off guard is something she specialized in but he didn't want to give her the satisfaction.
“Maybe it's under my clothes.” He hinted.
“Why would a zombie stop to get dressed?” She countered.
“Fuck you, that's why.” He joked.
“You better watch it mister, or those feet will be all mine.” She threatened, wagging a finger at him. Lily, meanwhile was simply looking over the house and finishing a cigarette.
“Guys, there's only one car here. There are lights on but I don't know how much of a party this is really going to be.”
“Well, I still want to go in.” Jenni stated.
“Oh, me too. It's just odd.”
“We're probably just early. The invite said “from dusk till dawn”. It's dark now so let's go inside.” Jenni said as she got out of the car. Lily and Andrew followed her up to the door. Jenni knocked Shave And A Haircut and the trio waited.
“Maybe the whole thing was some kind of practical joke.” Andrew suspected after a few seconds had gone by.
“Oh ye of little faith...” Jenni turned and lobster clawed Andrew's hip, making him jump and smirk. She stuck her tongue out at him flirtatiously and turned back to the door as it opened to reveal Kim. She was dressed as a Barbie Doll. This was simple enough for her as her skin tone and long blonde hair would have her a dead ringer for the popular toy. But her tight grey tee and Daisy Dukes looked fantastic on her, especially since the latter only covered so much of her ass.
“Welcome to Reni's Haunted Funhouse! I'm Kim. You must be Jenni, Lily, and...?”
“Andrew. Or Andy. Doesn't matter.” He introduced himself. Kim gave him a strange look, but only for a second.
“Well, come on in.” She stepped aside, clearing the path for the guests, who took the offer and entered.
The living room was decked out. Colored lights made the whole room red, except for the bar area, including the counter, which was lit up blue by special bulbs inside of it. Claire, who was dressed as Catwoman in a slinky, skin tight leather suit, was bartending. She had just about every kind of liquor known to man behind her in an awesome display. There was an elaborate sound system set up in the back corner as well. Currently, Vampire Heart by HIM was playing blasting through the speakers. Kim turned to the three.
“I have to get back to my DJ duties. Please help yourselves to drinks at the bar. Any song requests?”
“What do you have?” Lily asked.
“Everything.” Kim answered simply.
“How about some Hollywood Undead?” Andrew suggested.
“Sure thing, Andy.” Kim winked and made her way back to the DJ area.
“Whiskey whiskey whiskey whiskey whiskey...” Jenni whispered.
“Yes, Jenni. Let's go to the bar.” Lily agreed, causing Jenni to squeal happily.
“Hey, who are they?” Andrew motioned to two other women, Lori and Lana, who were sitting on one of the two sofas which were positioned facing each other. The two were dressed similarly as Thing 1 and Thing 2 from The Cat In The Hat.
“Dr. Seuss fans.” Lily responded.
“Well, obviously, I mean do either of you know them.”
“I don't.” Jenni answered while Lily simply shook her head no.
“Isn't it strange for there to be a party where the guests don't know each other?” Andrew asked the perfectly legit question only for Jenni to make a clawing motion in the air with her fingers as a quiet warning that she would tickle him again if he kept asking such questions.
“Why don't you get to know them then. Have a seat and we'll bring you a beer.” Lily suggested. Andrew decided to do just that and extended a hand to Lori as Jenni and Lily walked up to the bar. Claire ran a finger along her brow in a demure manner as the girls neared the counter.
“Hello, I'm Claire. It's my job to fill the spirits with spirits tonight, as it were. What are ya having?”
“Peach Bird Dog if you've got it. Neat.” Jenni answered.
“And for you?” Claire addressed Lily.
“Lemme get a glass of whatever Merlot you have and Bud Lite for our buddy on the couch.”
“You got it.” Claire pulled up a bottle of whiskey and started doing her thing.
“Love your costume.” Jenni gazed at the catsuit that Claire wore. Claire had unzipped the front just enough to allow a couple inches of cleavage.
“Thank you.” Claire looked up briefly to look over Jenni's outfit. “I used to love clowns. I mean, I guess not “Used to” cause I still kinda do. Never seen a female clown before though. It definitely looks good on you though.”
“Thanks, Claire.” Jenni smiled.
“So what's the deal here, is the whole party just in this front room?” Lily asked, looking around.
“Oh, no. We're just giving the guests a little time to settle in before the party starts.” Claire explained. She handed them their drinks.
“So... who's Reni?”
“That would be me!” A voice called from behind them. Everyone in the room turned to see the 5 foot blonde pixie in the strapless red dress standing in the entrance to the living room. This was, of course, the same guise that Renismelthin had used earlier in her barroom vision. No reason to change it, the demon thought. Kim was still playing music, but she turned it down a bit for “Reni's” entrance.
“Such wonderful costumes...” The blonde sauntered over to the couch where Lori, Lana, and now Andrew, were seated. But she didn't sit herself. “Introductions all around. As I said, my name's Reni.”
“Is that short for something?” Lana asked. The blonde glanced at her.
“Could be.” She said simply. “You are Lana. And this is your sister, Lori.” The twins were understandably confused as to how the petite beauty knew them. “Lori and Lana have very exciting jobs.” Reni informed the room in her disguise. “Of course sometimes it's much more exciting for their patrons, isn't it?” She shared a knowing chuckle with the twins.
“What do you mean by that?” Andrew inquired, not getting what was so funny.
“We work in a sperm bank.” Lori said bluntly. Andrew blushed a little as he had been hitting on the two of them when he first sat down.
“Hey, that might be fun for you, Andrew.” Reni turned to the young man. “Especially if the nurses had any foot magazines on hand.” Andrew blushed harder now as the blonde had just called out his fetish in front of everybody in the room. Renismelthin could read the minds of anybody in her vicinity and relished in the act of revealing their secrets to their faces. It was a special kind of torment that could be used to cause pleasure or discomfort.
“Oh, we do.” Lana assured. “You'd be surprised how many guys come in and ask.”
“Not a bad idea to have in your back pocket, Andy.” Reni grinned. “And while you weren't formally invited to this party, you are most welcome. And I hope you have a marvelous time here.”
“Uh, thanks.” He uttered bashfully as the blonde rubbed his shoulder for a second before looking to the bar.
“Lily!” Reni strolled over to the bar counter as Lily looked in bewilderment. Unlike the others, Lily had a sense that something supernatural was certainly afoot. And she had an even bigger feeling that this woman was behind it all somehow. “How goes the spellcasting these days? Anybody been made a frog yet, today?” Reni joked. Lily couldn't tell if it was a simple jest or a thickly-veiled warning. “Just kidding. I don't mean any offense. Let's see a trick.”
“Excuse me?” Lily hated being made to “do tricks” like a dog in a show.
“It's okay, Hon.” Reni said. “Everybody. Lily here does magic! Shall we ask her nicely to show us one of her... acts?”
“How fun! We both love magic.” Lori stated. Jenni looked at Lily and nodded, goading her. Lily finally conceded. She levitated Andrew's Bud Lite off of the counter top and floated it over to where he was sitting. He grabbed it in mid-air and took a big gulp of it. Lana and Lori clapped. It was amazing to them but everyone else in the room knew very well what Lily was capable of.
“Thank you, Dear.” Reni clapped briefly before turning to Jenni. “And you...” Jenni smiled sweetly as Reni moved up to her. Reni extended her hand. “Jenni the Clown. The pleasure is all mine.” Jenni shook Reni's hand in a cartoony, vigorous fashion.
“Nice to meet you too, Reni.” She replied.
“You definitely have the Halloween spirit about you, don't you?” Reni commented.
“How do you mean?” Jenni's eyebrows furrowed a little.
“Well just look at the two pumpkins you brought!” Reni joked regarding Jenni's abundant breasts. Jenni laughed, thankful that she hadn't been drinking when she heard the joke. Otherwise this hostess would be covered in peach whiskey.
“How nice. You noticed.” She responded with mock coyness.
“How could you not?” Reni gasped. “My Lord, do you even need the use of balloons in your gigs or do those work out okay by themselves?”
Just about everyone in the room laughed at that one.
“Jenni is a clown, obviously, but also is working on a career as a psychologist. Tell me, Jen, do you ever have to counsel patients who are afraid of clowns? How does that work?”
“It's only come up once but he... well... let's just say he was all smiles by the end of the session.”
“Mmm, I bet he was.” Reni purred slightly. She moved back to the center of the room. “Well, kids, the funhouse is officially open!” A multitude of colored lights came on at once in the hallway. “There is a new surprise in every room as promised! You can go upstairs, down the hall, or even down to the basement if you so choose! It is our hope that you will stay as long as you wish. And, goes without saying, you can always return to the living room at any time for drinks and dancing. Let the party begin!” The Blonde curtsied.
Lori and Lana both got up from the couch.
“I think we are gonna check out the sights. See you guys in a bit.” Lori informed the group as she and Lana turned to exit the room.
“Don't get lost.” Jenni joked as the girls disappeared down the hall. Andrew got up as well.
“You two coming?” He asked Jenni and Lily.
“I kinda feel like dancing for a bit.” Lily replied. “How about you, Jen?”
“Oooo, I like the sound of that. You go ahead, Andy. We'll catch up with you in a bit.”
“Suit yourselves.” He took his beer and exited the room, opting to go up the stairs as opposed to following the twins down the hall.
When Andrew reached the second floor, he could still faintly hear the activities in the living room. Been To Hell by Hollywood Undead started playing. “Oh, sure.” Andrew thought out loud. Now that he was out of the room, Kim had put on his request. He thought about turning back just to hear his song. He REALLY thought about turning back when the mental image of Lily and Jenni getting their groove on with each other to the music popped into his head. He started to turn back to the staircase when he heard a door creek open and a light flicker in a very strange way.
Now, 99.99999% of people would turn away at this point. They would go back down the stairs and debate leaving the building altogether. But to see it from Andrew's perspective... he was an electrician. The door wasn't what intrigued him. It was the light. His livelihood was dying of curiosity and he couldn’t much help it when he walked through the door into the room to see for himself what was going on.
He entered the room, which was pitch black and the door abruptly slammed behind him. He jumped and felt a spasm of terror before the lights switched on.
Mirrors. There were mirrors everywhere, positioned in a kind of maze, just like a house of mirrors that you would find in a carnival.
“Welcome to my room of reflection.” Andrew heard Reni's childlike voice. “Nothing here can harm you... except yourself. You will only see what you bring in with you. Your hopes, your fears, your fantasies. You will see reflected not just your image, but who you are deep inside of your soul. Have fun, Andrew.”
Andrew could sense a vague threat in Reni's voice and considered turning right back around. When he tried the door though, it wouldn't budge.
“Uh uh uuuhh...” The voice taunted. “The only way out is to reach the end of the maze.” Andrew swallowed hard, and made his way into the maze.
The first few mirrors were of the classic “County Fair” variety. Some made him taller, shorter, thinner, fatter, etc. He couldn't help but snicker at some of the ridiculous images of himself, especially with the pale makeup he was wearing and the tattered suit seeming even more damaged in some of the visions. But when after he had made a couple of wrong turns, he started to worry about his ability to find his way out.
The maze seemed to go on forever. He felt as though he had already traveled a quarter mile or so. The lights above him reflecting off of the glass was starting to make him feel a bit lightheaded.
“What's the matter, Andrew?” Reni's voice echoed, “Not feeling yourself?”
“What's going on?” He asked.
“Who might this be?” The voice asked as Andrew looked into one of the mirrors and saw what looked like a young girl. Maybe 14. She had blonde pigtails and a pink skirt. Andrew recognized her immediately as Mary-Anne, his first crush. He had such a thing for her back in 8th grade but she wouldn't have any of it. She had a preference for the jocks and he hadn't been popular enough for her. She had taught him that all too valuable lesson about girls and relationships: That no matter how attracted you are to somebody, sometimes it's just not meant to be.
“The first cut is always the deepest, isn't it, Andy?” Renismelthin mused, “But now who is this?”
Andrew took a few more steps further to another mirror. In this one, he saw Betty, a famous foot fetish model. She wore a black corset and underwear with 4 inch stilettos. He had first seen her picture when he was in high school. It was the moment that he realized that he had a foot fetish. He remembered so many pics of her online. Her feet pressed up close to the camera while she peeked over the toes with seductive glances.
“How many deposits did this one help you make into the old spank bank, Andy?” Reni asked. “I think we're getting somewhere...”
Andrew made it to a cul de sac of mirrors. They all faced him from every direction as he stood in the center.
“It was so hard to concentrate in class back in those days, wasn't it, Andrew? Between the foot magazines that you had hidden in your math books to the girls that sat around you, constantly breaking your concentration... wearing those sandals and flip flops during the warm months... open toed... he he he he...”
Andrew looked towards the mirrors. For the briefest of moments he saw a different woman in every one of them. Different women, but all dressed in the same schoolgirl's uniform. The lights suddenly became blinding and when Andrew came to, he was in a classroom. There were 20 or so desks and in each one of them was one of the girls from the mirrors. They were all dressed as schoolgirls but looked as though they were in their early twenties. Some were Caucasian, African American, Asian... Some were short or tall... but they were all beautiful in their own ways. He looked to the front of the room and his jaw nearly hit the floor. It was Betty. She still wore the corset and matching panties... and those shoes... She waved a large blue plume around in lieu of a ruler but it was clear that she was supposed to be the teacher of this very strange class.
“Now, class...” She began. “Let's work on our rhyming words.” She pointed the plume at the blackboard which had a series or starting words on it. “Feet.”
“Feet!” The class repeated in unison.
“Beet, cleet, street, neat, meet... FEET” The students repeated each word.
“Laugh.”
“Laugh!”
“Half, staff, calf, graph, gaffe... LAUGH” Andrew wanted to say something, but was hypnotized by what he was seeing.
“Tickle.”
“Tickle!” Andrew twitched a bit hearing the group all chant that word.
“Pickle, nickel, sickle, trickle, stickle... TICKLE!”
“Where am I?” Andrew blurted out, drawing the attention of the entire room to him. Betty smirked and ran the plume along her hand.
“Well, class, it appears our test subject is here.”
“Test subject?” Andrew asked, once again becoming a bit fearful.
“Yes, of course. Tests are a big part of the grading scale here at Miss Betty's School for Girls.” She declared. “Ellie, Jessica, will you kindly help the young man out of his clothes?”
“Hey, now wait just a mi...” Andrew was cut off in mid-sentence the teacher's desk morphed into a rather cushiony and fuzzy exam table. Andrew was lifted off of the ground and carried by some supernatural element to the table where he was laid out on his back. He wanted to sit back up but the table was alarmingly comfortable. A part of him felt so relaxed that it weakened him in a way. The table was missing some sections around his torso and bottom but it didn't feel awkward or unpleasant.
The two girls, Ellie and Jessica, got out of their seats in the third row and walked up to the front of the classroom. Jessica looked like the stereotypical blonde cheerleader. Great body but probably not too much going on upstairs. Ellie, on the other hand, was a bit on the short side. She was a little big boned with a proportionate ass and chest. Her hair was brown and curly and she wore a pair of somewhat thick glasses. She was a nerd, alright, but she exuded a very sensual aura about her. If you had asked him, Andrew would have had a hard time putting it into words. The two girls reached the table.
“Hi, there.” Jessica said cheerfully as she pulled two ribbons out of her pockets and set them on the table. Ellie did the same. Jessica approached Andrew's upper body helped him out of his sports coat. The fact that he was still in costume didn't seem to bother anybody. She then untucked his white shirt and began to undo the buttons. Down by his legs, Ellie untied and removed Andrew's dress shoes one at a time. Andrew knew his feet probably didn't smell too great. He had a tendency to sweat a good deal in that area, which usually led to Jenni and Lily scrubbing them clean before playtime, but it didn't seem to bother Ellie at all as she slowly peeled off his black socks. She then moved to his belt and unbuckled it as Jessica pulled off his shirt. Finally, Ellie carefully slid his dress pants and boxers down and pulled them out from under him. He now laid completely nude on the ultra comfy table.
“Thank you, girls. Now, the ribbons.” Betty instructed. Jessica picked up one of her two ribbons and pinned Andrew's left wrist above his head. The ribbon, on either end, had some kind of small object sewn inside of it. She placed the ribbon around his wrist and the two small objects inside seemed to stick to the table. She then bound his other wrist above his head with the second ribbon in the same manner. Andrew wondered how it was physically possible to be tied in this way.
“Oh, didn't I tell you?” Betty asked as if reading his mind. “This is a magnet school.” A few girls in the class giggled at the joke. Andrew looked down to see Ellie pin his ankles down with her ribbons. Andrew couldn't move now even if he wanted to. “Very good. Now, girls, take your places.” Ellie and Jessica appeared more than happy to oblige. They both moved down to the end of the table, each one kneeling down to face a different foot. Betty reached up and pulled down a projector screen. On it was an animation of a male foot. “Class, the human foot. It bears weight and allows locomotion. It is made up of three sections: The hindfoot, midfoot, and forefoot. The latter is where the toes can be found. The foot is also an object of sexual fetishism for some. Extensions of this fetish can include shoes... and tickling.” She smirked and some of the girls giggled.
Andrew looked down to see Ellie and Jessica smiling at him. Each of them removed a black sharpie from their shirt pockets. This wasn't gonna be good.
“Yes, class. The feet are very ticklish indeed. The most sensitive spots are generally the arches...” The arches on the screen were suddenly highlighted, “The insteps...” were also highlighted, “And the toes. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 toes on each foot. Girls, I want you to mark these areas on our test subject. Make sure to have a good grip on those feet. Penmanship will count towards your grade.
Jessica and Ellie both took a foot with their left hand, Ellie had his right foot while Jessica had his left, and marked each arch by drawing a big 1. Andrew didn't stand a chance.
“Hehehehheheheheheh” A few of the girls giggled with Andrew. The two girls now drew a 2 on each of his insteps. “Hehehehehhehehehehhe...”
“Tickle tickle.” Ellie whispered snarkily. The class giggled again.
“Now, now, Ellie.” The teacher warned.
“But he enjoys it.” Ellie stated as the girls began to mark the toes one by one. “Whenever I tickle my little brother, we always tease him. One time, he wet his pants when I said “Gitchy goo” and blew on his tummy.”
More laughter. Both from Andrew and from the girls. Even Betty snickered a bit.
“Oh my. I think you might be right.” Betty commented. She looked down at Andrew and he heard the collective room gasp. He looked down and saw his obvious erection. All the talk of feet and tickling had aroused him without him even noticing.
“What do we do?” Jessica asked. Betty had an evil look in her eyes.
“We play.” She answered in a tone that chilled Andrew's blood. “Girls, experiment with those spots. Remember to try different techniques. Switch it up. We don't want him getting used to it.” Jessica and Ellie wasted no time. Jessica scuttled her nails up and down the left arch while Ellie began happily piggying his toes.
“Hehehehehhehehehehehehhehehehehehhe...” Andrew giggled as Betty leaned to lower her face to his.
“Tickle tickle, indeed.” She joked. Causing the room to erupt in laughter.
Jessica was a decent ler, but Ellie was relentless. She seemed to be able to find every nerve and ticklish point and her nails were sharp but rounded enough to tickle Andrew terribly.
“Let's step this up a bit.” Betty decided. “Julie, Amanda, Sierra, come up to the table. The three girls eagerly got up from their seats and rushed to the front of the room. “Okay, ladies. Take your spots that we studied last week.” Betty ordered. Julie, an African American girl with long acrylic nails began to swirl those nails around Andrew's kneecaps. Amanda, a white girl, started playing on his tummy and sides. But, Sierra, an Asian girl, simply walked over to his head with a sly smile.
“AHHAHhaahhahahHAhahAHaHHAhHAahhAHHAhahhhHAHhaHAHAH” Andrew tried to squirm and wiggle away but was far too physically weakened to do much. They all tickled but Ellie and Amanda were the worst.
“He sure is struggling to get through Auntie Amanda's Special Tummy Time.” Amanda teased with mock concern as she ran her fingertips all over his belly in random patterns. She soon found a patch of skin that twitched when she brushed it. She smiled and concentrated her efforts on that spot, making sure to pass over it every few seconds.
Sierra hadn't even touched him yet. She seemed as though she was waiting for the go ahead from Betty. Andrew looked over at the sexy teacher. Oh my God. She had taken off her shoes and was oiling up her feet so he could see.
“Sierra, Dear, be a doll and help me with these, It's hard for me to reach.” Sierra walked over to Betty, dabbed a bit of baby oil on her hands from a bottle on the teacher's desk, and began oiling up Betty's feet.
“Hehehe... Betty tittered.
“Oooo. It seem like teacher a little tickly as well.” Sierra spoke with a strong accent.
“Yehehes, As I sahahaid, the fehheheheeet are quite tiihhicklish.” Betty answered, stifling giggles. Andrew was completely entranced with the sight, but Julie brought him back to attention real fast. Her nails had started drifting upward along his inner thighs and grazed his scrotum.
“GAH No Pleeheese.” Andrew yelped. Amanda and Jessica kept tickling but Ellie and Julie stopped for a moment.
“I don't get it.” Julie said. “What did I do?”
“I know.” Ellie said with a smirk. “Here, switch with me.” Julie obliged and sat at the boy's right foot, using those long nails to sweep under his toes. Ellie stood over Andrew's genitals and gave him a look as if he was in serious trouble.
“It helps to be the nerd.” She explained. “I listen to everything teacher says and I never miss a word. For instance, when a boy is aroused, his penis fills with blood and gets hard and firm like a rock. Also, his testicles are pulled in tight by the skin on his scrotum. To put it simply, both of these ultra-sensitive boy parts jut out and are revealed to the world proudly and firmly. Unfortunately, it also means there is no protection.” She brought her devastating nails down to Andrew's balls and scuttled them about, paying close attention to the sides.
“HHAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHHAAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA” Andrew cackled madly.
“Tickle tickle, little boy.” Amanda grinned wickedly as she left one hand on that all too tender patch of belly and moved her other hand to briefly tickle up and down the cock. Andrew thought he was gonna be tickled to death.
“Amanda, move back to the tummy. I'm coming through.” Betty announced like a firefighter about to run into a blazing building. Andrew looked over at Betty as the other girls continued tickling.
“Happy Halloween, Andy.” Andrew looked up to see that Betty was now sporting Renismelthin's purple cat eyes. “Trick or treat! Feel... my... feet...” She lifted her legs and wrapped her oily feet around his throbbing erection, rubbing them up and down.
“Teacher's feet! Teacher's feet!” Jessica and Julie chanted. Andrew was so overwhelmed by the pleasure and tickling that he knew he was going to cum soon. That's when Sierra finally walked back over to his head, looked down at him, and began to tickle his neck.
“Coochie coo...” She teased in her accent, “Coochie coo...” Ellie reached a finger under the ballsack and lightly wiggled the nail there, right where it met the taint.
“ELLIE NOHOOHOHHOHOHOHOHHOOHOHOHO”
Andrew sprayed hot semen about a foot up in the air as he came, making the girls all cheer “Hip Hip, Hooray!” over and over again until he passed out...
Back down in the first floor of the house, Lana and Lori were still exploring.
“So, what do you think?” Lana asked her sister.
“That Andrew is pretty cute. Sucks that he's the only guy here, though.” Lori responded.
“Yeah, and I think he's got something going on with at least one of those other girls. Such a shame. I even shaved earlier, thinking that I might get lucky tonight.”
“Same here.” Lori saw a door. “How about this one?”
The door said GAME OF SKILL. Lana nodded.
“Sure. Could be fun.” The sisters opened the door, and went inside...
