If Carlie was embarrassed at her costume, she refused to show it in front of Jim. The well tanned woman had her hair bundled up tightly behind her head, while she wore a fur collar, and fur wrappings around her lower arms and legs. Beside her, Valeria strolled in her witch's hat, and blue opera gloves. On the other side, Jim was in a similar getup to Carlie, two werewolves and a witch.

It was all Valeria's idea, as she held the two leashes on the two collars. They walked through the stone halls of the Dungeon until Valeria found a door to her liking. She indicated it with a roll of her head, and Jim opened it up for her, leading the two women inside. It was a small pumpkin patch, lit from within by the fires inside the pumpkins. Some were small, some were gargantuan.

"Hey," Jim said, "why don't we get this started?" he asked Valeria. "Why don't you sit on one of those?" he indicated a large pumpkin carved into a smiling face and lit from the inside.

"Frisky aren't you?" Valeria licked her lips. "Why not?" she agreed as she strolled over to a large pumpkin, and straddled it, her legs spread wide, sitting forward of the stem that rose a good foot off the top of the pumpkin. Jim got to his knees and put his face between Valeria's legs, while Carlie got into the mood as she draped herself over Valeria's head, letting her breasts press down on her as soon as she removed the hat, reach down to fondle her tits.

"mmmm, that's good!" Valeria moaned before she turned her head to the side, allowing Carlie to kiss her. "Oh yes," she pleasured before going back for another kiss.

This was part of Carlie and Jim's plan.

Jim put his arms under Valeria's legs and boldly lifted her up, forcing the woman to lean back in surprise into Carlie's waiting embrace. The woman between the two werewolves stretched out to help balance everything, and that's when they struck.

With a moment's gaze between them to settle on the plan, Carlie and Jim each twisted to the right, trusting in their were-wolfish-ness to do what they wanted to do.

Which was rip Valeria in half. And they did so, the witchy woman not noticing until it was too late what her friends were doing and had done. Carlie kept spinning around, holding Valeria's upper body in her hands while Jim kept the lower half.

"Hey!" Valeria said in shock as she pulled her face away from Carlie was looked down at her half-body. "What did you do!" she said as she reached down to put a hand on her ripped stomach, fingers curing around inside her.

Jim held up her lower half by one of her legs. "We're having fun!" he told her.

"You... you...! That wasn't part of the deal!" Valeria objected as Carlie set her down on on a pumpkin, the gourd's shaft working to keep her upright and not falling on. "As long as I held the...." Carlie and Jim each showed that she had let go of those that were tied to their collars. "Shit."

"Now, don't be so angry," Carlie moved to stand beside Jim, who had set his own part of Valeria down well out of reach of her. "It's all in good fun!"

Valeria crossed her arms in a huff. "Now what?" she asked. "Are you going to leave me like this?"

"Of course not," Jim reached out and took Carlie's leash. "Hey, you get to decide what we do first," he told her, but she refused to let him finish.

"Sex first," she told him, looking down at his raised cock. "Now."

He pushed her over, roughly letting her fall to the ground where she spread herself for him, and he needed no further encouragement to take her raw.

"Oh god," Valeria muttered as she watched. "Right now?" she demanded as she fondled her own breasts as the two satiated their primal lusts. Thankfully, it wasn't love-making, it was lust, so they were done quickly, and Jim helped Carlie back to her feet. "You two... couldn't even wait five minutes!" she complained.

"Hey, we ripped you in two," Jim pointed out. "You're not in a position to complain."

"And complain I will!" Valeria crossed her arms annoyingly. "Now, put me back together and we can go have some fun for me."

"I'm hungry," Carlie licked her lips and looked at Valeria. "Jim, are you hungry too?"

"Famished," he agreed, looking down at the half-woman.

"Don't you dare!" Valeria tried to ward off the two wolves, but they simply walked around her. "Don't you fucking dare!"

"I could go for some breast," Carlie displayed her sharp teeth and growing claws. "Fresh red meat."

"You really want to do this?" Valeria demanded as Jim grabbed her arms and held them behind her, preventing her from defending herself. "Fine, see if I care."

"Oh, you care," Carlie said as she placed her hands over Valeria's tits, her claws not sinking in just yet. "You care so much, we'll wait for you to get back." She squeezed and ripped. Valeria screamed.

*  *  *

Shaun had the stupidest and most brilliant idea ever. Once he entered into the little shack that covered the entrance to the proper party place, he ducked into a side change room, and changed into his costume for the evening.

A Bedsheet Ghost.

He figured "why not?" It wasn't like it would be the most ridiculous costume here, certainly with all the barely-there and fetish-wear that people had on them, or didn't. He emerged from the change room and expected some sort of reaction from the people who were in line as well.

Nothing.

Which he supposed as he slid past the line of people waiting to change and headed for the downstairs catacombs or whatever they might be, just general politeness. You didn't have to be you at this party, and could indulge yourself a bit. So why complain that someone would dress like a ghost?

So no one complained, and he opened the door leading down, stepping into the stone passage that led further down underground. It didn't feel like he was descending, but that was alright by him. He made no sound, but he did hear the sounds of others. Which included someone coming down behind him. So he stepped to the side and pressed himself against the wall to let them pass.

It was a cute woman in an evening gown, and she had her hands out to steady herself against the walls.

Her right hand passed through Shaun like he wasn't there.

He wasn't there.

It took him a moment to realize what had happened. He was dressed as a ghost, so he was a ghost. He wanted to laugh at the absurdity of it, to reject the evidence of his senses, but he reached out an put his sheet-covered arm through her to prove it.

She shivered, like she was cold, and Shaun withdrew his arm. A ghost, huh? He could work with that. Be a poltergeist. A little haunting, right? He followed the woman as she walked down into the dungeon, watching to see what she did. If she felt his presence, she didn't give any indication, even when he hopped in front of her and let her walk right through him.

But was still able to interact with the real world, as he walked and flicked her hair just once.

She turned to a door at random, opened it and walked through, closing it right after so that no one could follow. He walked right through the door to find her leaning against the door, hand over her chest, breathing heavily. "Oh wow," she said, "that's tense!" she was taking a moment to compose herself, and he took that same moment to look around.

There was a guillotine in the middle of the room, ready and waiting. He looked to the woman, and back to the execution device. Could he?

He went to the guillotine, and carefully put his incorporeal hands on the hinged neck-brace. He lifted it up, and as he hoped, it made noise as it moved. The woman in the dress jumped in shock, and spun around, seeing nothing but the device opening up. Opening up for her.

It was raised and into a locked position. He slid over to her as she kept her distance from the thing that could - and would - kill her. "Yes," he whispered into one ear. "Do it," he switched to the other ear, keeping his voice how and haunting. "You want it," he moved to in front of her, starting her with invisible eyes.

She stepped forward, and he stepped backward. "Yes," he told her. "Come."

She approached the guillotine and placed a hand on the bench. He rand a finger down her back, the deep plunging neck line matched by the one on her front. She shivered again, this time, he hoped, with anticipation. He was not denied as she climbed up onto the device, kneeling on it as she looked at the blade high above, and the stock where her neck would lay. Below was a simple wicker basket.

"Do it," he told her. "Submit."

She lowered her head, as though looking down into the basket. He very, very carefully and gently, put a hand on the back of her head and pushed downward. She followed his motion, perhaps not even knowing what was happening.

With his other hand, and her head between his legs, though facing in the wrong direction as he stood in front of the guillotine, he closed the stocks.

"HEY!" she screamed in shock. "HELP! LET ME OUT!"

No one would save her. He stepped back and watched her fight the stocks, but to no avail. She couldn't push or pull either, the whole thing was firmly affixed to the floor. "No, no no!" she said in slight terror, one that changed to excitement as she realized what was happening.

He flicked the that was out of her reach, and the blade dropped.

She had just enough time to hear it coming before it hit her.

The blade cut through her neck, and her head fell forward, fatally severed. Her body thrashed for a moment more, but became still as the life flowed out of her.

He looked down into the basket, to see the woman's head lying there, blinking as she faded away. She closed her eyes, and then was no more. The head and body gone from the guillotine as though she were never there. No, Shaun had to correct herself, there was fresh blood on the blade.

He let loose a loud laugh. Oh, this was going to be so much fun!

*  *  *

Miranda had made the arrangements, and soon enough, James joined her deeper in the dungeon, using the special way she told him about as a special guest of the Club for the night. He wore a butcher's outfit, leather apron and boots, along with a variety of tools tucked into his belt. Miranda wore a cloth apron, with the words "Fuck the Cook" written on her chest. She smiled as he stepped into the well stocked and well prepared kitchen for those who were hungry and found their way here.

"Hey!" she greeted him. He smiled right back and embraced her in a hug and kiss, or tried to at least. "Whoa now!" she said before he could seal the deal, "is that a cleaver in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?"

"Why can't it be both?" he asked back.

"Good," she replied and then started the kiss, which they both enjoyed before pulling apart. "Well, we're going to have a few minutes before anyone gets here, so how did you want to start?" she asked him.

His reply was to lift her onto a table, and spread her legs. She obliged him and definitely enjoyed his carnal lusts. After all, she had the same thoughts as he did. All too soon, they were done, and she relaxed a little. "Well, that was a given," she said as she slid off the table. "but you know, I had a thought."

"Those are always fun," James told her. "What is it?"

"Instead of just chopping my head off for the audience and butchering any who asks," she uncrossed and crossed her legs, "why don't I cut my own head off, or you do it, I'm fine, and I can be on the counter taking orders."

"And that's different, how?" he asked as he checked his cleaver and put it against her neck.

"Well, I'll give live reactions," she told him, "and entertain people while you work."

"Honey," he said to her, "how would you entertain them?"

She drew a line across her neck. He cut.

Miranda picked her head up off the table, and held it up to James. "I have a neck and a mouth," she pointed out the obvious to him. "What do you think?"

He shrugged. "I can live with that," he told her. "now," he took her head and gave her another kiss," Let's get your first body ready."

He set her head down on the counter, facing the open door. But before he went back to her eager and willing body, he looked at the tools in his hands. Might as well, he thought to himself as he put a firm hand on her crown, and when she opened her mouth to ask what he was doing, he swung the cleaver through her head, above her ears. "Ow!" she complained, but James ignored that as she would be making more sounds than that later on. Instead, he lifted the top of her skull off to expose her brains. "There," he said as he held her scalp where she could see, then tossed it aside, "Mouth, neck and brains."

"You bastard!" she cursed him. "That's brilliant!"