"Where the hell are they?" Harry asked, running a hand through brown hair that was becoming a little shaggy. He slouched against the low stone wall behind him.

Sarah shrugged, "Hell if I know." She scrolled through her phone for a moment and then shrugged again, "No messages. Maybe they went in already?"

Harry sighed, "Knowing Dan...yeah that tracks. How many times do you figure he's freaked Mich out?" Harry grinned at Sarah who smiled back, 

"Probably just constantly. Alright. Wanna do this?" Harry nodded and the two college students left the sidewalk and began heading up the short walkway to the house. The house looked old and spooky enough from the outside on its own, but the folks running the haunted house had added all sorts of decorations and other Halloween paraphanalia to enhance the experience. It being a somewhat foggy night helped matters along as well. Moans, wails, and maniacal laughter greeted them as they neared the door, at which a woman dressed as a witch was standing.

Harry couldn't help but stare at the outfit. Flowing ragged robes, and the quintessential battered and pointed hat spoke to the witchiness of the outfit, but under the black as pitch robes were tight form fitting leather. The woman smiled at them both, shifting to greet them which displayed more of her hidden leather outfit, and the boots that accompanied it. Her raven black hair tumbled about her shoulders, framing a face that somehow combined an austere structure with a warm and friendly countenance. She parted ruby red lips to smile at the two of them, "Welcome my pretties to my house of devilish delights and torments most sweet!" She gave a cackle. Harry grinned. She was really good at this character.

The witch waved an arm towards the darkened hallway, where the two students could see some flickering mood lighting and more scary decorations. "Others have braved the inner depths already this night, though whether they have won free of my house..." she trailed off with a smile and another cackle of laughter, "Do you dare to enter? Sweet boy?" She reached out to squeeze Harry's arm, "Lovely girl." She squeezed Sarah's too. "Perhaps you hesitate now on the precipice? Perhaps you shall falter?" She teased them, slowly backing up until she stood beside the entranceway. Another graceful motion to the interior, "Or perhaps you shall follow in the footsteps of those who have gone before?"

"I guess that answers our question about Dan and Michelle." Sarah murmured. Harry nodded and gave the woman a smile, "We're not afraid of your haunted house!"

"Then enter my sweets. But be warned! Not all those who enter shall leave this night!" She gave another cackle and waved them through. Harry shook his head as the two of them entered. Some people really go all out for halloween. Sarah followed him inside.

Behind them, safely out of their view, the witch (for witch she was!) began to mutter in some long forgotten tongue. She smiled as she spoke, some vision of what was to come running before her eyes. The incantations she muttered, though she had done similar ones throughout the night, still took some time to get right. Once finished she gave a hungry moan of desire, and then padded into the house behind her guests.

Harry and Sarah had both gotten through the spooky hallway, and into the room beyond. There a 'Dinner of the Damned' theme had been set up. A long table of freaky foods and Halloween horrors had been set up, arrayed around it were mostly animatronic monsters. Though two actors broke up the run of the mill feel of it. A man and a woman were seated at the far end. Both had been bound to chairs with chains, and they writhed and moaned against their restraints. A sign near the two students advertised "Taste of the Underworld and join the Dinner!" A small tray of actual food was beside the sign, the implication clear. Taste and be added to the dinner party.

Harry felt a little flush of excitement as he watched the two bound captives squirm in their bonds. Why couldn't he ever get to be an extra in one of these things? Actually get tied up as a job. He shook his head ruefully, then realized that Sarah had kept moving and hurried after her. How long had he been standing there watching them struggle? It had seemed like just a few moments, but when he exited the room Sarah was nowhere to be seen. He frowned for a moment, looking at the hallway before him. Two passages. Which one would she have gone down? Harry stood for a moment, the sounds of the haunted house swirling around him, then shrugged and headed down the right hand passage.

Five minutes after he had gone down the right hand passage a panting scream came from the left. Sarah came running back down along the hallway. Her clothes hung in rags about her. Her arms were held behind her by thick leather straps. Her eyes flared wide above an involved leather panel gag, which kept her screams to a haunted house appropriate minimum. She glanced behind her in panic, and missed the silently opening trapdoor which seemed to materialize in front of her. The darkness yawned at her feet, and she felt the horrible sensation of running on air for a moment before she plunged downwards. A last muffled wail came out of the darkened hole, and then the contraption seemed to vanish altogether, rather than closing. And what was left, was simply the floor. As it had always been.

Harry meanwhile had found himself enmeshed in some sort of mirror maze. He was just in the process of feeling out a way through, when suddenly the lights dimmed and a light began to pulse from the far side of the room. He moved towards it, using the light to navigate a quicker path through the mirror maze. As he rounded a final corner, the pulsing getting stronger as he neared, he suddenly found himself face to face with the woman from the door. She stood in front of him, a ball of pulsing light suspended above her upraised hand. A smile sufused her face as she saw him, "Sweet boy. You made it to me."

"That's it?" asked Harry, "Isn't there more?"

"Of course there is more," the woman chuckled, "Much more dear one." She wriggled her fingers and the ball of light began to pulse in a different pattern. Harry found his eyes dragged from the woman to the light. It was an effort to keep focusing on her as she slowly moved away from him. As the light began to take up ever more of his vision, she disappeared from sight.

"That's...a co-cool...light.." Harry muttered, his breathing becoming a little deeper, his eyes becoming a trifle unfocused.

"It is, isn't it?" The woman chuckled again, "A light for drawing someone in. Into a web from which they cannot escape."

Harry tried to frown at that, but found the effort of it was beyond him. He just wanted to keep staring at the light. At its pulses. it was warm...friendly...safe. Safe. He felt his clothes falling away from him. That was alright though. The pulsing light seemed to whisper. That was alright. He didn't need clothes after all.

Harry felt the cool sensation of leather begin to wriggle about his body. Drawing his arms back behind him. Winding their way about him. That was alright too, the light whispered. No need to be fussed. After all, he had to wear something. And leather was nicer than his old clothes. His wrists were pinned behind him. So much nicer than his old clothes. The web of straps around his chest and arms snugged tight. There. Didn't that feel good?

Harry nodded, and mumbled something about wonderful feelings. Everything was wonderful. He felt a bands of leather encircle his thighs and knees. Wonderful. He felt something cup his chin, a soft stroking sensation along his cheek. Wonderful. He felt a rubbery shaft enter his mouth, attached to a leather panel. The light pulsed. Harry sucked on his new gag, feeling warmth spread through him. Straps were cinched and buckled tight. Wonderful. The soft caressing continued. Harry moaned into his gag. A soft band of leather encircled his throat. The light pulsed once more in his vision. What a wonderful thing it is to be collared. To know someone cares enough to own you. Harry moaned agreement, warmth and heat pounding inside him and his brain.

Pressure on his collar now. You can walk and be safe, the light seemed to whisper. You are always safe, when bound and collared. So wonderful. Harry stepped forward blindly, walking along, the light filling his vision entirely. He sucked some more on his gag. Warmth. Pleasure. Safety. Wonderful. He walked ever deeper into the house.

Eventually the light's pulses began to dim and slow. Harry slowly came to a stop, on the threshold of a room. He could dimly see the outlines of a door in front of him. He should go in. The light pulsed agreement. Inside was someone who cared for him. Inside he would be even safer. He dimly heard the tinkle of chains as he moved forward, and felt the shift and creak of his leather. Wonderful. As he entered the room the light faded enough that he could see it. See the others in it.

Michelle knelt next to the door, wrapped up in glossy purple rubber from neck to toe. An armbinder secured her arms behind her, and her rubberized legs were belted down with thick straps. Frogtying her. She also wore a collar around her neck, though it was of shiny black rubber instead of leather. A dildo hung in the air in front of her, and she was resolutely sucking on it as Harry entered. Her own ball of light hung in front of her eyes, encouraging her. She moaned and shuddered in pleasure, and Harry could hear the faint buzz of vibrators from inside her suit. That was good. She was safe.

Dan was standing off in a corner of the room, also dressed head to toe in black rubber. A thick rubber hood completely obscured his face, though Harry knew somehow it was him. And knew that Dan's light was inside the hood with him. He was bent over a platform of some sort, his wrists and ankles manacled to it. Additional thick belts strapped him down in place to prevent him from hurting himself by struggling. Another dildo suspended in the air was gently, sensually penetrating him from behind. He was moaning and writhing in his bonds, the sounds of pleasure emanating from him. He was safe too.

The final two figures in the room were directly across from Harry. The woman from the door was seated on a luxurious looking leather couch. Her supple body clothed in leather was enough to make Harry thrum with warmth. The light pulsed happily around harry's vision. This was who had made him feel so safe. This was who would protect him and his friends. She smiled at Harry and waved him over.

The fourth figure lay on the couch next to the woman, her head on her lap. It was Sarah. She too was naked and wrapped in leather straps and restraints. She also had a thick panel gag wrapped around her lower face, her slim neck encircled by a thick leather collar. Where Harry's leather was black, hers was ruby red. As Harry approached he could hear the woman cooing to Sarah,

"...such a silly girl, trying to run from your light. Hmmm? Don't you feel silly?" Sarah nodded, moaning something that sounded almost apologetic. The woman grinned and continued, "You wouldn't have been able to be safe and tucked away with your friends if you had run off. Isn't it better to be bound, here with me and them?" Sarah nodded, nuzzling her head into the woman's lap. The woman laughed and continued to stroke her head as Harry came to stand in front of them, "Such a silly girl. But that's alright. The important thing is that you are here, safe and collared now."

Harry knelt down in front of the woman. In front of the woman who must be his mistress. Their mistress. The light at the edge of his vision pulsed agreement as she smiled at him and reached out a hand to cup his chin, "Pretty boy. Last but not least of my pets to join me." Her fingers traced the collar around Harry's neck, drawing a moan of pleasure from him at her touch, "Isn't it wonderful that I chose to make you my pet? To keep you safe, bound and collared, here with me?" Harry nodded happily, his eyes sparkling from his light.

"Good boy. Pretty boy," she cooed at Harry, her hands sensually exploring his naked body. Illustrating her control over him by groping and touching all over. Harry felt pleasure course through him at every touch, moaning in time with her caresses. He squirmed in his bonds. Squirming was alright. She liked to see her pets squirm. As long as they weren't trying to be silly and get out. That wouldn't be safe. Better to squirm and stay bound. The light told him so.

Their mistress, the witch who owned them now, gave a satisfied giggle as she surveyed her four new pets. "I'm so glad you all decided to come to my house tonight. Decided to become my pets. I keep my pets locked away from that nasty world out there. They stay with me. Bound, collared, and safe. Isn't it wonderful that you get to be my pets now?

A chorus of moans from all four of her bound playthings answered her. They were all emphatic. Yes. It was a wonderful thing.

Their lights had told them, after all.