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 The Loophole - A Halloween Story

   by The Technician

   Halloween, Fantasy, Hell, Devil, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Forced
Nudity, Forced Orgasm, Consensual Pain, Forced Pain, Sybian, Satire?

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   Couple's contract with The Fallen One comes due on Halloween.

   A thousand year old contract between an apparently middle-aged couple
and The Fallen One has come due.  But their manservant thinks he knows a
way to escape the terms of the contract.

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people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons
living or dead is purely coincidental.  Actions, situations, and responses
are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life.

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   Fred Whetherington held the stiff piece of parchment lightly in his hand
as he drank his morning coffee.  His wife, Willie, sat across the table
from him sipping a glass of juice.  His voice was calm as he said, "This
was on my pillow this morning when I awoke." She smiled and replied
lightly, "He does like the dramatic touches, doesn't he?"

   Fred laughed slightly.  "At least he didn't do the full flash of fire
and puff of smoke thing this time."

   "Last time he did that," Willie bristled, "it scorched the carpet.  And
it took forever to get the sulfur smell out of the house."

   "He once told me that he doesn't like the smell of brimstone any more
than we do," Fred added with another slight laugh, "but he has to use it to
keep up his image."

   A long pause followed before Fred continued.  He held up the stiff paper
that was still curled slightly from having been rolled up.  The heavy wax
of a broken seal hung on the back of the upper edge, pulling it slightly
back.  "This is official notice that the term of our agreement is upon us.
Do you want me to read it to you?"

   "He expects you to, doesn't he?" was her only response.

   "It says," he continued as he read the fancy script on the page in front
of him, " Be it known by all concerned that on this first day of October in
the twelve thousand and thirty-ninth year since the great fall and rise of
myself, the term of one thousand earthly years having passed, I hereby
invoke the completion clause to the contract which exists between myself
and Frederick and Wilhelmina Whetherington.'"

   "Notice that he uses our current names and the modern calendar," Fred
commented before continuing.  "It goes on, This constitutes thirty days
notice that on or before midnight of October thirty-first of this year,
also known as Halloween, the aforementioned couple's bodies and souls will
be due and collectable.  Said bodies and souls are to be brought to the
place agreed upon through future missives and presented to me for transfer
into Hell.  I hereby swear, vow, and affirm that I have fulfilled my
portion of the referenced contract and have provided wealth, life, and
sustenance as well as the originally-specified unlimited sexual power and
opportunity for the term of said contract and now claim the payment agreed
upon at the signing of that document.'"

   He took a sip of his coffee.  "If he always spoke like that, it's no
wonder that The Benevolent One kicked him out of the upper abode," he said.

   "I guess no one has ever liked lawyers," Willie responded.  "Is there
any way around it, honey?"

   After another sip of coffee, Frederick replied, "Sorry, I don't see any
way out of it.  It was nice while it lasted, but the agreement itself is
very specific.  After one thousand years, we are to be conducted into the
depths of Hell."

   "Maybe we can find an escape clause," she said.  "You, yourself, have
been a lawyer many times, off and on, in the past thousand years.  You know
that no contract is unbreakable.  There is always a way out." "The contract
isn't the main problem," he said.  "It never is.  People think having an
iron-clad contract will get it done, but do you realize how many times
through the years, because of some insignificant loophole, I have been able
to reverse things and weasel out of something while still legally
fulfilling the exact wording of the contract."

   "Ah yes," Willie answered with a laugh.  "I particularly liked that time
that your construction company built a tunnel between that town's two
defensive castles.  The contract specifically said that it was to stretch
from beneath the moat of the high castle to beneath the moat of the low
castle."

   She laughed again.  "It never said anything about actually going under
the walls of either castle its