She explains to the Halloween party how she got her slaves.
‘Twas the night of Halloween and all through the house, half naked people gyrated and thrusted to the beat. The annual party was well underway. Paradoxically it had also not begun. How could it? The party never truly began until Libby arrived.
“Libby?” Taylor asked as he sipped on his drink, “Pharmacy Libby?”
He was having trouble picturing it. True, he had only worked at the store for a few months now. Still, it felt ridiculous to think of the quiet little tech being the life of any party.
“Halloween is her night,” Jacob explained.
The cart pusher mussed with his greying hair, smiling at the memory.
“You should have been here when we both started. That was a Halloween to remember.”
“What happened?”
He chuckled.
“She came dressed as Elvira,” called Carli from the punch table. “Low cut little number. She lounged on the couch as she talked about the old movies playing on tv. She had them eating out of the palm of her hands.”
“Oh, that’s nothing,” Jacob countered, “how about the year she came as Lady Godiva.”
“Who?”
“Doesn’t matter. For this story all that matters is she rode in on a horse, buck ass naked.”
Taylor spit out the drink.
“WHAT?!”
“Told ya, she goes all out.”
The music died down. The conversation stopped.
“She’s here,” someone whispered.
“Oh, my god,” another added.
The sea of people parted to reveal the one and only Libbie. The forty-year-old Egyptian American BBW sauntered in dressed as the pharaoh she was always meant to be. She wore nothing but a loincloth, gold necklace and gold crown. By her side were her handservants.
That’s all they could be. The two Latino boys could be no more than nineteen. They wore nothing but the same loincloths. Well, those and the metal shackles chained together with a longer linking, a leash, clutched tightly in her hands.
She led them proudly through the room. It was as if she were showing off her prize.
“Who do we have here?” Jacob asked.
“Meet Cole and Juan, my cute little sex slaves.”
“Where did you find them?” Carli asked.
“Go ahead, boys.”
Cole took a deep breath and addressed the room.
We work… worked at Halloween Depot. at the mall. That’s where we first met Queen Libbie last Thursday. We had no idea what we were in for when she walked in. She had just come from work and totally looked the part. Lab coat, polo, the works. She perked right up when she saw us.
“Well, hello there, cuties.”
I blushed at her compliment.
“Can…can we help you?” Juan asked.
“I certainly hope so. You see, I’m looking for a costume. Not just any old costume will do, you know. It has to have just the right… fit.”
She leaned over the countertop of emphasis.
“It has to be able to handle my curves.”
She unbuttoned the first two buttons of her polo to give us a better, teasing look.
“I hate when things can’t handle my curves. Makes me mad.”
“We can handle… we have plenty of costumes that can do the job,” Juan spoke up, “Cole, show the lady.”
I gulped.
“Right this way.”
I wasn’t sure if I wanted to hug or kick my twin at that moment. I led her to the back of the little store where we had a modest plus sized collection. I stood there, a nervous wreck, as she browsed. She would occasionally take one off the rack and hold it up against herself to examine it. I wasn’t sure if I should say anything or not. She finished by holding up the pharaoh costume she’s wearing tonight except it came with a golden bikini top.
“What do you think?”
“Perfect,” was all I could think to say.
It never occurred to me to double check the size. I think I’m glad I didn’t.
“Sounds like our Libbie,” Jacob laughed.
“It wasn’t so funny when I got home that night.” she countered, “As soon as I tried the damn costume on the top snapped right in two. Oh, I was pissed. I was sure these boys had pulled a fast one on me. Oversold me for a cheap piece of crap. I fumed all day at work. I’ll admit it, I lost it a little bit.”
“What did you do?” Carli asked.
“Juan?”
It was the next night. Cole and I were closing up shop when she returned, bag in hand. Libby walked in wearing a trench coat and the crown. That should have been suspicious, in hindsight.
“Back already?” I asked, feigning nonchalance.
Inside, I was freaking out that this sexy lady had returned. Clearly, I had made an impression.
“I’m here to lodge a complaint.”
Her glare killed my bravado cold.
“What’s wrong?”
“You,” she said, pointing at Cole, “follow.”
She marched to our little dressing rooms in the back. Cole scampered in after her, terrified. Ten minutes passed. Neither came out. I was starting to get worried. She marched out and right up to me. I barely had time to wonder where Cole was before she barked, “Follow.” I did as I was told.
She led me back to the changing room. Partially parting the curtain, she ushered me in. After doing so I froze in my tracks. Cole lay in the corner bound and gagged.
“What the hell?”
I spun around to find Libbie dropping her coat to reveal she was wearing only her costume. The bikini top was snapped in half and barely hanging on. My mouth hung open at the sight.
“See the problem?” she snapped.
“I…I…”
“You little shits tried to cheat me.”
“No…”
“Now you’re gonna pay.”
Before I could find anything else to say in my defense, she grabbed my head and slammed it into her tits. She did it again and again.
“Like that? I bet you do. Here, have some more.”
She grabbed her right tit in her hand and beat my face with it. when she felt I had enough she shoved me down and rummaged through her bag. She pulled out a pair of rolled up socks and shoved them into my mouth before wrapping tape around it. She used the rest of the roll to bind my arms and legs behind my back.
She walked out into the store leaving us alone. I could hear her moving stuff in the backroom and taking something off the shelves. The curtain opened again and she rolled a large cardboard box in on a dolly.
“Time to go.”
She forced me up and into the box. Cole kicked and screamed into his gag as she loaded him in next. I pleaded with her, best I could, but she ignored me. She closed the box and taped it shut.
The others looked on in a perplexed manner.
“This is a joke, right?” Carli whispered.
Cole took over the story next.
I did not handle it well. I never have. I hate small spaces. I hate the dark. I hate being trapped in the dark. My heart was pounding in my chest. Breathing was labored. The world was crushing me. It was too much. I needed out. I needed out! I needed OUT! I NEEDED OUT! I began to cry.
Libbie stroked the boy’s head lovingly.
“I didn’t know he had claustrophobia. I was just going to scare them a little. Teach them a lesson. Obviously, it went too far.”
“Sh, sh, Baby, it’s ok.”
I rocked him in my living room chair, resting his head on my tits.
“You’re alright. I’ll never lock you up like that again. I promise.”
“What about Juan?”
“Oh, he stays in the box.”
“Why?”
“He’s just a little too cocky for my taste.”
He actually chuckled a little at that.
“You should do that more.”
“What?”
“Laugh. You’re so fucking cute when you do that.”
He blushed so hard.
“No, I’m not.”
“You are the most beautiful boy I’ve ever seen.”
The blush deepened.
“If you weren’t in such a vulnerable state, I’d fuck you right now.”
“When… when would you?”
It was well past sunrise when the party ended. Libbie and the boys returned home.
“It’s time.”
They looked at her confused. She took off the rest of her costume and climbed into bed.
“I want you both naked and in this bed in the next three seconds. I’m going to fuck you, make you mine. Then in the morning we’ll discuss whether or not I keep you. Forever.”
