“Chug chug chug!” Ally obliged to the chants around her, three of her friends also chugging the jungle juice down from their solo cups as they emptied them and held them up as one in the air.
“Ugh.” Maria moaned as soon as the circle broke up. “I don’t think I’m chugging that stuff ever again.”
Ally also shared the same thoughts, but would rather voice them privately since her boyfriend Spencer beside her had a hand in making it. This halloween party was hosted by his frat, at the large house up on a hill at the edge of the town making it ideal for large parties where there were few neighbours to make noise complaints late into the night. With a theme of masks, Ally had dressed as Catwoman, in a tight catsuit, thigh high boots, black leather gloves and a mask that covered the upper half of her face. Spencer had matched her with a batman costume, and a lot of the boys in the frat were similar heroes or villains. Ally’s favourite was probably the one going around as Darth Vader, although that was more a helmet than a mask.
Maria had dressed as Spiderwoman in the fully bodysuit and mask, while the last member of their group Becca had dressed as a ninja in all black and a black face mask. It was post exam season meaning the students had cut loose for halloween, enjoying it to the fullest without having to worry about their studies. Ally danced around and flirted with Spencer, giving in as the jungle juice alcohol took hold and she felt so free.
Just before midnight, Spencer kissed her and whispered, “I’ll be right back.” Before disappearing in the crowd towards the house.
Up on the stage, the killer from Scream who had been djing slowly turned off the music much to the protest of the partygoers. “Sorry all, quick announcement to be made.”
With everyone’s attention, he played a quick tone and a flash of light and everyone at the party crumpled to unconsciousness except for the frat members who had averted their eyes. A masked man in black robes and mask walked up onto the dj stage and surveyed the collapsed students. “Very good.” He rumbled. “The tainted keg worked just as expected. Get to work, we need enough girls prepared for when the blood moons align and then cover our tracks.”
Masked frat members, both students and older, swarmed out onto the lawn to inspect costumed partygoers. Girls that were young, in good shape, and had a lot of vitality to them were picked up and carried into the house. Each victim, unaware of how dark a turn their night of partying had taken, were brought to the basement where a secret door led deeper into the hill. Carved out of stone and lit by torches, the cultists and their captives descended into the darkness where they came to the dungeons. A level below was the temple, where these girls would eventually be placed and their life drained to feed the entity, but for now they would be locked in cells in the dungeon until it was their time.
At the door to the dungeon, another cultist stood, handing a leather collar and ballgag to each cultist coming down the stairs carrying a new sacrifice. The main dungeon was circular, with small cells around the outside and some frames in the center that looked more like mediaeval torture devices. Each cell could hold three girls, and they were all currently empty.
The cultists went to work, opening cells and carrying unconscious girls inside. Their arms were raised and shackled with cuffs chained to the dungeon wall. Additional thick cuffs were locked around their ankles, those cuffs also chained to the floor, ensuring the captives were inescapably held in place. For good measure, the collars were buckled and locked around each girl’s throat before a chain was threaded through the ring on the front of each one, connecting all girls in a cell together before it was padlocked to the wall.
The final part of their imprisonment was the ballgag, in some cases face masks needed to be discarded but each girl received an orb filling their mouth and buckled under their hair. When they awoke, they would not be capable of any form of intelligible communication. And within a year, they would not be capable of anything at all. Soon, the dungeon was filled with over thirty young girls ranging from 18-22, perfect for the needs of the entity. “Well done.” The leader rumbled as he inspected the costumed captives, some who were beginning to come to and letting out cries of fright as they realized the situation they now found themselves in. “Back upstairs to make it look as if we had no part in this. They will be perfect for the entity.”
Ally came to, her head pounding and she felt cold, very cold. The catsuit she wore was not very thick, and she realized she was now sitting on a stone floor, her back also against the cold stone which was sucking all the heat from her body. She knew very quickly she was in deep shit. Shackles around her wrists and ankles kept her chained in place, thankfully her leather boots protected her from the cold metal at the ankles, and the collar and ballgag were beyond her kinkiest dreams. Not that she would every dream of this scenario as she looked out through the bars of the cell at the other captives in the dungeon. She spotted Maria, her Spiderwoman costume standing out in the stark grey of the stone directly across the room from her, still unconscious. Becca she had no idea, but given that she couldn’t see into adjacent cells there was a chance she was in one of those. Or not here at all. There was a tiny spark of hope that someone had gotten away, that maybe they had called in the police to rescue them. Anything.
Then she spotted a familiar Batman costume exit from the cell beside her and start walking towards the arched doorway. “Spmmmsssr???”
Her boyfriend turned to look at her, but there was no emotion in his eyes as he walked up to the cell and stopd on the other side of the bars. “Finally ran out of luck Catwoman?”
His voice was raspy, not just trying to imitate the Batman of recent films but sounding more like there was a second voice along with his own. “Most unfortunate, I am looking forward to the day you join me. This one proved useful to bring you and your friends, and now you will all be of use to me”
With a blank expression, Spencer spun and marched towards the exit, leaving Ally completely stunned and heartbroken. Emotions fought within her, making her almost happy she wore a mask to hide her confusion, horror, and revulsion she now felt. And those nazis complaining about us folks wearing masks against covid are a cult. She raged internally. Now there’s an actual cult, and they’re going to do who knows what to us?
Ally yanked on the chains, waking up the asian girl beside her who was dressed as Kitana. That girl was soon sobbing around her own ballgag, drool pooling on her costume as they all pulled against their restraints no matter how hopeless it seemed. Captives of a masked cult on Halloween night. Ally thought. Fuck this!