Alicia would have been mortified if she wasn't so shocked. Sure, she had heard about this event from her mom and dad, and had accepted the invitation to go with them and her older brother, but that was before she realized what costumes she could wear! But the decision for that was out of her hands, her mother told her it had been handled.

She and her mother had gone separately from the guys, if only to keep things secret, she supposed. Her mom had packed the costumes in the trunk, in a bag that she hadn't seen. She watched, entranced and horrified as the host was killed in front of them, and then she walked through her body inside the entry building. There, her mom led her into the changing rooms, where they took one by themselves. "Now," she was told by her mother, "your father and I made arrangements that the two of them wouldn't recognize us, and we wouldn't know them," she told her. "Just for extra fun," she added.

"So what's the costume?" Alicia asked, causing her mother to frown.

"I don't actually know," she said. "He packed them into the bad as I packed your brother and his," she and Alicia looked down at the bag between them. "Once we were here, we could open it up, and see what's inside." She looked up at Alicia. "Ready?

"Ready," Alicia said, and her mother opened the bag.

Instantly, black smoke filled the room, and Alicia was confused for a moment, she felt off and confused for just a moment before the smoke was pulled back into the bag. She didn't even have time to cough! She still blinked to clear her eyes, and when she properly opened them, she gaped. "Mom!" she cried out in shock.

Her mother now wore a thick metal collar around her neck, from the front of which was a chain that led to a sign dangling between her bare breasts. "For Sale" it read. Her arms were bound behind her in some form of stock, and the rest as as natural as the day she was born. And to her horror, Alicia was the same!

"Kinky," her mother didn't seem to object, instead flexing to get a better view of herself and her daughter. "Oh, ease up," she chided Alicia. "This is tame!"

"Tame!" Alicia fought with the bonds at her wrists, locked behind her back. "You call this tame?"

"Well, we could be gagged," her mother pointed out. "Come on, others are waiting."

"Wait, where's the bag?" Alicia asked.

"It'll be here when we're done," her mother replied as she bumped Alicia into moving with her hips. "Come on!"

Alicia kept her eyes down out of embarrassment, turned away from the people waiting for the change room. She followed her mother out into the main room, and down into the dungeon.

Only then did she look up. Her mother was fine with this. Why was she fine with this? "What costumes did you give them?" she asked, not needing to name who they were.

"I forget!" her mother said with far too much cheer as they went down the stairs. "Well, maybe not forget, but you know, with not recognizing them or them us, I sorta blanked on what I set them up with." She was far too comfortable with that for Alicia's sake. They reached the 'dungeon' itself, and promptly ran into a group of party-goers already there.

"Damn!" one of the young men there said, wearing a cowboy outfit. "You ladies are fine!" Alicia stood there, too shocked to hide herself, while her mother didn't bother.

"Interested in buying?" she asked the group instead.

"How much?" a woman in a short red dress asked her without hesitation.

"Asking price is..."

"Free," Alicia said, shocking herself. "Free preview for 15 minutes."

"Sold!" her mother agreed with an audible grin. "Boys and Girls, for the next fifteen minutes, we are yours to do with as you please. After that, well, we can negotiate."

The group didn't need much prodding as one of the party-goers grabbed the chain attached to her mother's collar and dragged her off, another came up to her and grabbed her own, his hand grabbing and groping her at the same time. "C'mon," the man dressed as a pirate told her, "follow."

She followed as the group walked into the dungeon. She looked at the party of people about her age. Pirate. Cowboys and girls, and one of the women was dressed as an Indian Brave, or some fake version of it. They stepped into a large room, and Alicia didn't have much time to look around before she was pulled to one side. She looked around the person holding her chain, and saw four pillories all set in a square.

Her mother was led to one, and she obligingly bent at the hips and let the man holding her guide her neck into the stockade, the hand-holes free as she was already bound. Alicia was led to the one across from her mother, and she was unable to mount an objection as she bent over and was trapped in her own stock.

To her right, the woman who was the Indian in this game of cowboys took her own place, with her hands in the stocks. To her left, a cowgirl was also bound.

Across from her, she met her mother's eyes, and she wasn't afraid at all. But behind her, she saw one of the Cowboys drop his pants and when she went to voice a warning to her mother, she felt it too. A man entered into her sex, and all four women were taken at the same time to various degrees of pleasure. Alicia felt the man with one hand on her hands, and the other on her hips as he rocked back and forth into her.

Her mother was enjoying this!

The men finished, blowing their loads inside each woman. "Damn," the man to her right complained. "First."

"Second," the man to her left added.

"Third," her mother's... lover.

"And I lasted longest!" the man behind her said in triumph. "Hah!"

"You lousy asshole!" the woman to her right complained. "Fine, get it over with."

The man behind that woman, in the pirate getup, simply sighed. He took the sword at his belt and raised it over the woman. He stabbed her through the back and Alicia watched, horrified as the woman yelled in pain as the pan pulled the sword out and then stabbed her again and again until she stopped moving, slumping down in her stocks.

Oh god.

To her left, the cowboy there waited for the other man to finish before doing his thing. Alicia watched as he pulled a gun out of its holster, a revolver, and stuck it into the woman's pussy. "This is for failing me," he said and pulled the trigger. Then again, and again and again and again and again. With each shot, the woman jerked and rocked, her eyes rolling back as while she didn't feel the pain inside her, it still affected her. She slumped, barely breathing, but Alicia knew it wouldn't last.

Across from her, she stared at her mother, her mouth working to plead with the men to not do it, to not hurt her, but nothing came out. Her mother only grinned excitedly as her killer stood in front of her. He looked back at Alicia. "Your daughter, right? Any last requests" he asked her mother.

"Only that your free trial ends in four minutes," her mother said replied without a care. The man laughed and gestured for the Pirate, who tossed him his sword. Then, he stood beside her mother and raised the blade over his head. Alicia could see it before it happened, and her fears came true as the man swung down and with a single blow, cut her mother's head off.

Her mouth was open in shock as her mother was killed, the head falling forward and the body falling as well, no longer supported by the stocks. Blood flowed from both as her mother hit the hard floor and rolled. The killer quickly scooped up her mother's head and she blinked at him. "Hey! Still alive!" he proclaimed as he spun her head around and carefully set her mouth onto his erection. "And she's trying to suck!" he showed off the... the...

It was so hot. The brutality. The sheer uncaringness. It was hot.

"Your turn," her own killer told her. "Last words?"

"Three minutes," she told him, bravado in the face of despair.

He nodded. "OK then," he then vanished from her sight behind her, and she tensed, worried for what would happen to her. Would it be fast? Slow? Would she feel pain?

She felt pain alright, as something violated her again. Her sex was penetrated, not by a man, but by a cold shaft that plunged into her and through her. She felt her belly compress, the speed of it so fast, she didn't know what to think of it before she had the worst case of heart-burn ever. Then she was choking, her throat full and she knew that she had been impaled like a pig as the silver metal pole came out her mouth. She tried to say something around it, but couldn't.

"Nice!" the man complimented her. "No resistance at all."

"Dude!" the pirate said, gesturing at the man who still had her mother, and indicating Alicia. The man nodded and pulled her mother's head off him and carefully lined her up with the pole inside her. Alicia watched as her mother's still living head was mounted on the same pole, and pressed up against her, a cruel mockery of a kiss.

"Fuck man," someone said as Alicia's eyes met her mother's. "Think our girls would do something that hot?"

"Who cares?" someone else said. "Let's have fun!"

Then darkness took her.

*  *  *

"The first time is always the hardest," Melissa told her daughter as the lights came on in the change room. She stood watch over her little girl as she reoriented herself after her ... well, there was no easy way to put it, her murder. "Take a breath, we can take the time we want here."

Alicia nodded as she did just that. "Did it hurt?" she asked, "When he ... cut your head off?"

She smiled and shook her head. "It only hurts if you want it too," she lied. "It's painful here if you want it to be, even if you don't think you want it." Pain was pain and pleasure was pleasure. But this place and this night, who could tell them apart? Best get her used to the idea. She leaned over and gave her daughter a quick peck on the forehead. "You ready to go out again?" she asked.

Alicia nodded. Melissa was proud that she hadn't even questioned that the two of them were still for sale. She shouldered open the door and stepped out, ignoring and being ignored by the smaller line of people waiting now that the event was properly underway. "Do you have any requests?" she asked Alicia. "Or do you just want to go with the flow again, and give out a 15 minute free trial run again?"

That was actually pretty funny, the more she thought about it. A free trial for a couple of slaves at a party where rarely anything lasted that long. "He cut off your head, right? And you were still alive, right?"

"Of course! You want to find someone to cut your pretty head off?" she asked. "I'm sure there's a dozen ways that can go down," she added. "From a guillotine that some stud can pound you until the blade falls to even more fun and interesting ways to go."

They descended the stairs again, and she paused, considering her choices. Left? Right? Straight ahead? She didn't actually remember which way they went the first time, but she also didn't think it mattered given how all these passages looked alike. She closed her eyes, counted to five, and made a decision. "This way!" she announced, and walked straight ahead.

She sensed something was different and she turned to look behind her. Then spun around again.

Alicia was gone.

She didn't mind at all. Let her girl do her own thing at her pace. No need to rush or anything like that. Instead, she puffed out her chest and walked further into the dungeon.

She passed by a couple groups that showed no interest in her, and one couple openly copulating in the hallway.

Possessing a sudden impulse, she shouldered open the first door on her right, and stepped inside. There was a man there, along with something that she didn't bother looking at right at that moment. "Hello!" he said as he turned to look at her, dressed as he was in a loin cloth and not much else. "For sale, huh?" he read the sign on her chest. "Price?"

"Fifteen minutes free trial," she told him. "Anything you want, but after that time is up, we negotiate a price."

He laughed. "Deal!" he offered a hand, but withdrew it once she displayed the boards around her wrists. "So, what have you done so far?" he asked her. "Just to avoid repetition."

"Well," she said. "I was fucked, decapitated, and my head used as a sex sleeve," she told her. "But truth be told, he wasn't that much of a lover."

"Isn't that the truth," he said as he put a hand around her waist, pulling her tight. "Let's see if I can't do a better job," he swung her around, and tossed her into an upright box. She stood as was her role.

"What is this?" she asked, looking around.

"A modern art," the man replied as he drew out a wide cutting blade and set it into the barely-there groove at waist height. "Hands," he said.

"Below the cut," she told him, not moving her arms or hands at all. "Out of the way."

He accepted her condition, and slipped the steel through her body, cutting top from bottom without theatrics. She could feel her lower arms stick to the bottom of the blade, and her upper arms stuck to the top as well. The man went to the side, and pushed her over, her top sliding to the right until it was free and clear of the bottom. "Oh dear," she said with mock concern, "Owner, sir, I appear to be beside myself."

The man laughed at that. "That you are," he said. With his left hand, he squeezed her breasts hard, causing her some pain there while his right hand went for her pussy, pushing into that with an equal lack of care. "Now, which shall I use first?" he asked her.

"Your choice," she replied. "I have a few holes for you to explore."

"Lady has a point," he replied and stopped molesting her to reach into the lower section of the modern-art and pulled her lower half out. She leaned forward as much as she could with her arms anchored behind her to watch as he picked up her hips and set them down on the top of that half of the box. She spread her legs for him, but he stepped back to find something to stand on to make things easier. He came back with the top box of a mismade or a zigzag, she couldn't tell.

He set it down in front and beside her and now that he was at the right height, he wasted no time in using his own girth in her. "Hah!" she enjoyed every moment of it, "HAH!" she added at the right time. "Oh YES!" she finally cried out as he finished with her and pulled out, letting her drip onto the floor. "OK," she huffed, "that was better."

"Glad to be of service," the man replied. "But I'm still ready for another round," he said, indicating that it was true.

She licked her lips and opened her mouth wide. In response, he grabbed her under the shoulders and lifted her top-half, minus her hands, out of the box. She was unceremoniously flipped over, facing upward and laid out on some flat surface, her handless arms to the sides as he stuffed her throat and put his hands on her tits. Not that she had a gag reflex to interfere as he used up the last of his 15 minutes.

Once that was up, he looked down at her. "So, want some more?" he asked.

"I think," she replied once she had cleared her mouth, "that I'll be looking for a new owner now."

"Enjoy!" he replied, and left her to her own devices.

*  *  *

Alicia went right, ignoring her mother as she went her own way. She moved quickly away from her and her mother's calm embracing of everything, even as she doubted her own doubts. She was oddly comfortable with her lack of a costume, the sign on her chest really all she needed. That and some space.

She walked for only a couple minutes, once stopping when it felt like someone was caressing her, but there was no one there. She resumed her walk and barely took a dozen steps before she was stopped from behind. A hand grabbed her collar, and gave a pull, not enough to pull her down, but enough to stop her. She turned around and found herself facing a woman who was wrapped in a white towel, from her chest down to her waist. "Free trial for fifteen minutes," she offered, unsure of what she should do now.

"No," the woman replied with an accent that was probably European. She took a hold of the sign hanging in front of Alicia and broke it off the chain, tossing it aside. "You are mine, slave," she stated with conviction.

Alicia wanted to object, but the only words that came out of her mouth, to her ... lack of surprise ... was "Yes, mistress."

Her new ... mistress pulled Alicia along the dark and oppressive dungeon halls, following some sense of her own. "This way," she said, leading them down another flight of stairs. "Did you know," Mistress said conversationally, "that the first floor is all fun and games, pleasure and pain?"

Alicia didn't, and she didn't like where this was going, but her heart beat faster and faster.

"And the second basement is where more limits go away, and things can happen without warning and without remorse," she said as she pulled Alicia along. "And you're still here, so you want to be here too," she added.

"How may I serve you, mistress?" Alicia asked as she didn't flinch at the sound of a very nearby scream of agony from a man.

"I am looking for a very erotic death," Mistress told her as she looked into one room, but found it not to her liking. "And to test it, I want a victim." There was no doubt as to who she was talking about, but Alicia followed anyway. "After it's been tested, well, I'll ride it myself."

Mistress led Alicia for a couple more minutes in mutual silence when they were passed by a man who was as naked as she was. He took one look at the two of them and nodded once. Mistress nodded back, and instead of passing them by, he reached out and grabbed Mistress by the chin. "You looking?" he asked, "or you playing?" he looked at Alicia.

"Mistress wishes to die in sexual agony," Alicia offered, "and to ensure that, I am to go first."

"Really now?" the man replied. Mistress nodded. "And what if I told you I knew of a very painful way to go?"

"Lead me to it," Mistress told him.

"And what do I get out of it?" the man asked her.

"Before and after," she replied.

"What makes you think you'll be in any condition afterward?" he asked. "You want something hard, you know there are things there is no easy coming out of." He moved in close to Mistress, and she was pleased that he did so.

"We'll see," Mistress replied. "Show me."

The man put a hand on her shoulder. "Come with me then," he told her and led the two of them into a nearby room. There was nothing unusual about it, but Alicia knew that it could change at any time. "Now, he said to the two of them. "You're going to ride my cock," he pointed to Mistress, "while I suck you out," he pointed at her.

Mistress obliged, dropping her towel and pushing herself up against the man, who laid down on the ground. Alicia carefully set down over him, allowing him to get at her sex, while Mistress eagerly accepted him no her with no hesitation.

The man wasn't that good with his tongue, but he tried, even as Mistress rode him hard. "Oh yes!" Mistress cried out. "That's the stuff!" she added as she worked herself to a climax. "Woo!" she was really getting into it, even as Alicia wasn't. Then she reacted in a way that she wasn't expecting.

"Hrk!" Mistress seemed to freeze even as she went up and down, putting one hand on her stomach. "What?"

The man under the two of them didn't seem to notice anything but she could tell that he had something planned. That something became apparent when Mistress exploded. Metal spikes grew out of her, her stomach, her ribs, her breasts, her sides, her back... a metal spike emerged between her breasts, going upward and into her head, where it shot out her crown, one eye pushed out while her ears were filled.

Alicia looked in entranced horror as Mistress didn't have time to react to the sudden attack, but instead began to convulse and then fall over.

The man slapped her ass, indicating that she should get off. She rose up, and stepped aside, watching as the man leaned upward and pulled Mistress off him. "What happened?" she found the voice to ask.

"She wanted a hot snuffing," the man said as he looked down at the twitching body. "So when I came, instead of the usual, I shot that into her," he indicated the metal. "Haven't seen that before, have you?"

No, she hadn't, and shook her head. "What about you?" he asked. "Wanna give that a go?" he indicated the Mistress' body.

Alicia found it in herself to shake her head. "No," she replied. "I was just along for fun," she said. "I was looking to lose my head."

"A classic!" the man said amicably. He reached out and put a finger against her throat. "You want someone to help you, or find your own way?"

She considered what such an offer could entail. "I would prefer not to be taken off guard like Mist... she was," she indicated the woman formerly known as Mistress who was still twitching. "If you were to do that for me, what would say?"

He looked at her with a thoughtful expression. "You're already tied up," he indicated the stocks around her arms and her collar, "so I'll tell you what. I'll replace your collar with a special one, and then we'll have proper sex, not that half-assed shit," he clarified. "When you orgasm, the collar will do it's thing, cutting your pretty little head off, and you will then watch as I finish with your body, then who knows?" As he talked, he got closer and closer, reaching out the caress her body, until his hands cupped her chin and he raised her face to stare at him.

Her lust was clear.

In that moment, he ran his hands down her neck, and as he did so, she could tell that her collar had been replaced with a firm, but not tight, supple leather strap. Her arms were magically freed and she swung her newly loosed hands around to wrap around him. She was going to pull him close, but he had other ideas. He hooked one arm under her leg and lifted, forcing her to stand on one leg and lean against a wall that didn't seem like it had been there a moment ago.

With one leg straight up, she was manhandled into pleasure, his thrusting not abated at all despite the previous encounter. And true to his promise, he didn't stop as she enjoyed it all. But unlike other people, she didn't raise her voice, instead Alicia kept it in her throat where she squeaked as she let the pressure built up inside her. And then... and then...

She felt it. A sharp pain in the back of her neck, followed by a sensation like a papercut along her neck. She fell, and she hit the ground hard, even as she rolled back to see her own body above her, neck bleeding and the man thrusting once, twice more before pulling out, tossing her aside.

It was hard to breathe. Impossible. She was there. But here. Her body still convulsed and shook. "Nice!" the man said as he stood over her, still erect after everything. "Now, let's see..." he bent down and picked her up, his hands over her ears. She tried to say something, anything, but couldn't. She was flipped so she was facing upward at him, and then was pulled closer...

A choking sensation in her throat, like she was going to throw up. Only then did she realize what had happened. Just like her mother!

She closed her eyes as white filled them, and was back in the change room. Alone. She didn't have her collar or the sign on her chest. Instead, she wore just the brown leather strap around her neck. She was... she...

She stepped out of the change room. She had places to be, and experiences to have. She wondered what she could do next. Or have done to her.