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Archive name: hallow07.txt (couples, orgy, swingers)
Authors name: Wiseguy (wiseguy35@hotmail.com)
Story title : Seance

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SEANCE (orgy, mc)
by Wiseguy (wiseguy35@hotmail.com)

***

"Are you guys ready for the main event?"
 
Karen stood in the kitchen doorway looking at her 
assembled friends in the living room. Five faces looked 
at each other, then back at her in a blend of curiosity 
and anticipation.
 
"Sure," Tony replied, leaning back on his side of the 
sofa. He was dressed in surgical scrubs with a toy 
stethoscope hanging from his neck. 
 
Next to him was Susan, his girlfriend and Karen's 
roommate. Her red sequined halter dress with its scooped 
back, skin-tight fit and matching horns made her a most 
seductive demon. "Same here," she agreed. "I'm dying to 
see what you've cooked up this time."
 
"You mean you don't know?" asked Rita, as the top of her 
Wonder Woman costume struggled to contain her generous 
breasts.
 
"Karen loves her little surprises," Steve reminded her. 
Pushing up the horn-rimmed glasses of his Bill Gates 
outfit, he added, "I've tried everything I know to 
wheedle a hint out of her and nothing's worked." 
 
"As it should be," Marco inserted, winking at Karen from 
behind his Zorro mask. "Myself, I love Karen's 
surprises."
 
Karen smiled knowingly. "I'll take that as five readies. 
Guys, will you pull out the coffee table please? Suz, do 
you want to help get out the pillows?"
 
Tony and Steve rose up and grabbed the round coffee 
table. Following Karen's directions, they lifted the 
table and placed it in the center of the living room. 
Karen and Susan retrieved six large, overstuffed floor 
pillows from the back bedroom and set them around the 
table in a circle. While her friends selected pillows and 
sat down, Karen removed the final adornments from the 
tabletop and placed a single plastic jack-o-lantern in 
the center.
 
"Get comfortable, everyone," Karen instructed, taking the 
final seat for herself. Steve sat directly to Karen's 
right, followed by Rita, then Marco, then Susan and Tony. 
Looking around at her friends, Karen saw the excitement 
in their faces and felt a small shiver of anticipation. 
She had put on shows like this over a dozen times since 
learning hypnosis as part of her dental office job, but 
the adrenaline rush was just as strong that night as the 
first time. She started picturing her friends sitting 
around in a circle, their eyes growing heavy and falling 
shut, and that picture brought a rush of warmth between 
her legs. 
 
Dismissing the image temporarily, Karen shook her head to 
clear it. Reaching into one of the many folds of her 
flowing, veiled gypsy costume, she pulled out a single 
sheet of paper unfolded it slowly. "A few weeks ago I was 
goofing around on the Web," she explained. "I did a 
search on this address through a couple of engines just 
for laughs, and the most amazing thing came up. This is a 
newspaper article from February 14, 1968." Taking one 
last look at her assembled audience, Karen read aloud 
from the paper:
 
"TRIPLE DEATH RULED SUICIDE"
 
According to the official report filed today by the 
County Medical Examiner, the three women found dead 
recently in an East-side apartment committed suicide 
together.
 
The report, which is signed by Chief Coroner Malcolm 
Lindsey, states that each of the women died from an 
overdose of Trional, a potent narcotic, coupled with 
alcohol. Sources indicate that two of the three women had 
legal access to the drug, which is often prescribed for 
temporary relief of emotional distress.
 
Mrs. Barbara Rodman and Mrs. Janice Holder were both 
being treated with Trional to combat depressive symptoms 
resulting from the recent war-related deaths of their 
husbands, Marine Cpl Edward Rodman and US Army Pvt Albert 
Holder, Jr, who were killed in action on December 18 and 
23 last year. The third victim, Miss Dorothy Keene, 
received word that her fiance - US Army Lt Roger Thornton 
- was killed in a helicopter crash days before the three 
women were found dead in Miss Keene's apartment.
 
Police sources say that no suicide note was found in the 
apartment, but that the physical evidence strongly 
suggests that the women knowingly and willingly took 
their own lives out of grief over the loss of their loved 
ones. Empty pill bottles and bottles of liquor were 
neatly set on the living room table, and pictures of the 
deceased men were found within reach of the bodies.
 
*
 
Everyone was silent as Karen finished reading. Making eye 
contact with each of them, Karen completed the story. 
"Dorothy Keene lived in this apartment," she said 
somberly. "Thirty years ago, she and her two friends 
killed themselves right here in this room. I think they 
did it so that they could be with the lovers they lost; 
tonight, I want to find out if they found them."
 
"How do you propose to do that?" Steve asked, shadows of 
disbelief crossing his face.
 
"By holding a seance," Karen answered.
 
"Wait a minute," Tony jumped in. "When did you become a 
medium?" 
 
"It's Halloween, silly - anybody can be a medium 
tonight." 
 
"Are you serious?" Rita asked, disappointed. She was 
especially fond of Karen's hypnotic stunts, but this was 
not sounding like one of them. 
 
"Totally. Trust me, you'll love it."
 
"Okay," she grudgingly agreed. One by one the others 
nodded in agreement. Karen noted that their faces were 
less than enthusiastic, but was inwardly surprised that 
they had agreed so easily to such a bizarre request.
 
"Good," she said in a tone meant to close off discussion. 
"Everyone join hands and get comfortable, please. Once we 
form the circle, it's critical that you hold onto each 
other's hands. Don't let anything break the circle. Does 
everyone understand?" Five heads nodded. They shuffled 
around on the pillows for a minute or so, establishing
comfortable positions that they could sustain while 
holding hands. When everyone seemed settled, Karen stood 
up and dimmed the lights. The ghostly glow of the plastic 
jack-o-lantern cast an eerie light on the people's faces. 
"Everyone take a deep breath and relax," Karen instructed 
as she rejoined them at the table. As her friends inhaled 
together, Karen reached out and grabbed the jack-o-
lantern, lifting it straight up off the table to reveal a 
large burning candle.
 
Her friends were taken completely by surprise. By the 
time Karen had sat back down and joined hands with Steve 
and Tony, all five of her friends were staring blankly 
into the candle flame. Their shoulders began to drop as 
their bodies relaxed; over time, each had been
conditioned to drop quickly into a deep trance upon 
seeing that candle burning. Even Susan, who had been part 
of the group only a few months, felt the irresistible 
pull of the candle's flame.
 
Karen watched in satisfied silence as her friends dropped 
into trance. Once the last pair of eyes had fallen shut, 
she began giving suggestions to deepen their hypnotic 
states. Karen had planned a highly complex, vivid 
hypnotic illusion for them and needed them as deep as 
possible to pull it off. For twenty minutes she quietly 
commanded her friends to relax, go deeper, let go, feel 
themselves sinking deeper and deeper. One by one their 
bodies went limp, their hands letting go of each other as 
they slumped to the floor.
 
Karen was half entranced herself as she watched them all 
succumb to her talents. When she judged they were deep 
enough, she turned to Tony and began whispering softly 
into his ear. She spoke to him at length, pausing now and 
again to see his lips mutter a sleepy word of consent. 

She finished with Tony, crept over to where Susan lay 
oblivious to her surroundings and began the process with 
her. One by one she whispered secret instructions to each 
of her friends, getting a whispered agreement before 
going on to the next. Finally, after finishing with 
Steve, Karen replaced the jack-o-lantern, returned to her
position and commanded all of her friends to sit up and 
awaken.
 
*
 
Susan opened her eyes to find them fixed on the plastic 
jack-o-lantern. Had she dozed off? No, she decided, 
probably not - she still had a firm grip on Tony and 
Marco's hands, so she must have just been woolgathering.
A quick look around the room confirmed that everyone 
else was still awake as well. Most were staring at the 
jack-o-lantern. Karen's head was tilted toward the 
ceiling, her eyes closed, a look of concentration on 
her face.
 
"Remember," Karen reminded everyone, "No matter what 
happens, don't break the circle. Hold those hands until I 
tell you to let go." Susan felt Tony and Marco squeeze 
her hands a little tighter and returned the pressure.
 
"Spirits of the dead," Karen intoned, "we call out to 
you. On this, the darkest of all nights, we summon you 
back to the place of your demise. Come forth and show us 
the proof of your undying love.
 
"Barbara Rodman, we summon you. Janice Holder, we summon 
you. Dorothy Keene, we summon you. Friends in life, 
friends in death, we beckon you here by the power of our 
living friendship."
 
The jack-o-lantern seemed to grow brighter as Karen 
spoke. She repeated the incantation twice more; as she 
finished the third iteration, everyone was surprised to 
see a stream of white smoke rising from the center of the 
plastic ornament. The smoke curled and hung like no 
natural smoke, rising to the ceiling but not dissipating. 
As the friends watched, spellbound, the smoke cloud grew 
and divided into three parts. The parts shifted and 
stretched until each had taken on a vaguely human shape.
 
The couples' mouths dropped open in wonder as they 
watched the human shapes take form above them. Even 
Steve, a skeptic by nature, had no doubts he was seeing 
genuine ghosts. The figures floated down toward the group 
and gathered closely around Karen, who looked at their 
unshaped faces in triumph.
 
"Where are your lovers?" she demanded of the spirits. One 
of them moved in a way that suggested a shake of the 
head.
 
"Weren't you reunited with them in death?" Karen followed 
up. Again, one of the apparitions indicated negative.
 
"Will you help us summon them now?" The apparitions 
remained still, but gathered more closely around Karen 
than before. Taking this for agreement, Karen took 
another deep breath and continued.
 
"Edward Rodman, husband of Barbara, we summon you here to 
rejoin your lost love. Albert Holder, husband of Janice, 
we summon you here to rejoin your lost love. Roger 
Thornton, fiance of Dorothy Keene, we summon you here to 
rejoin your lost love. By the power of your love for 
these women, we beckon you here to join them once more 
who gave their lives to be with you in the beyond."
 
As before, Karen repeated the incantation twice. The 
jack-o-lantern grew brighter as she spoke; at the third 
summons another stream of smoke began to rise from the 
center of the ornament. The cloud grew and divided again 
into three, each part taking on an approximation of human 
shape.
 
"Star-crossed lovers," Karen intoned, "We have summoned 
you here that you may be reunited at last. Go now in 
friendship and enjoy the fruits of your love."
 
Everyone watched in wonder as the first three apparitions 
joined with the new ones. The smoky figures seemed to 
embrace as they floated above the group of humans, the 
thicker, darker smoke of the men enveloping the lighter 
essences of the women. Karen repeated her command to 
depart, but the spirits showed no sign of any desire to 
leave. Instead, they joined appendages in a circle of 
their own and spread out, each hovering above one of the 
people in the group. Susan thought she could just make 
out the outlines of a woman's face in the spirit above 
her. It was a haunting face, full of longing and sadness 
at the same time.
 
"Spirits," Karen commanded, "your business here is done. 
Your time is over; be gone now." The spirit faces seemed 
to turn toward Karen briefly, then toward each other. The 
humans watched as the ghostly figures rose up higher, 
then dove down with blinding speed. Six humans gasped in 
shock as the spirits descended on them, smothering them 
with their vaporous essence.
 
Susan felt a sudden deep chill as the spirit enveloped 
her body. For a long moment she felt as thought her heart 
stopped. A bitter, aching cold crept through her entire 
body. She looked around at her friends and saw that each 
of them was enveloped in a cloud of the phantasmal smoke. 
As she watched, it seemed as though the vapors were 
thinning, being absorbed into her friends' bodies as a 
sponge absorbs moisture. In a few moments there was no 
sign that the clouds had ever existed. 
 
Susan became aware of another strange feeling, one of 
detachment. She could still see and hear, but felt as if 
she was no longer directly in control of her body. As if 
to test the feeling, she tried to turn her head to look 
at Tony only to discover that it wouldn't move. Fear 
began to take hold of her mind, but a strange voice came 
to her from within. Relax, the voice said. There is 
nothing to fear.
 
As Susan calmed a little, she felt her hands letting go 
of the men on either side of her. No, she cried silently, 
don't break the circle! She willed herself to take at 
least Tony's hand again, but her body completely ignored 
her. Instead, Susan felt her hands press flat against her 
body and begin to rub up and down over her chest and 
abdomen. Tentatively at first, then with increasing 
urgency, they caressed her stomach, her breasts, and her 
groin. Soon Susan's body began to respond to the gentle, 
loving touch. The bitter cold within Susan's body began 
to give way to a growing internal warmth - the warmth of 
arousal.
 
She couldn't turn her head, but Susan was still able to 
see that she was not alone in this experience. Karen and 
Steve were also fondling themselves, a vapid expression 
on their faces as their hands probed and caressed their 
bodies. Susan imagined that same look on her own face, 
and the image caused a tingle in her core in spite of 
herself.
 
Susan felt herself begin to move. As if by itself, her 
body rose up to a kneeling position and turned to face 
Tony. His face too looked blank as his hands wandered 
over his body. Tony moved toward her as Susan felt her 
own hands lifting up on the hem of her dress. Tony leaned 
forward and Susan felt another hand start to stroke the 
inside of her thigh.
 
Unable to do anything else, Susan moaned softly as Tony's 
hand brushed against the satin front of her panties. Her 
hands reached back to pull down the zipper in the rear of 
the dress, then grabbed the garment at the waist and 
stripped it off in one smooth, slow motion. Once the 
dress cleared her face, Susan saw that Tony was busy 
discarding his surgical scrubs as well. Both naked except 
for underpants and shoes, their bodies embraced. Susan 
and Tony gave up any remaining ideas of resistance as 
their bodies began kissing and caressing each other. 

Marco and Rita felt that same coldness, followed by the 
detachment, as their bodies responded to the ghostly 
possession in the same way that Susan and Tony's did. 
Marco felt his penis harden immediately as he watched 
Rita's hands wandering in and around the openings in her 
Wonder Woman outfit; he barely noticed that his own hands 
were stroking the front of his pants at the same time.
 
Soon Marco saw himself reaching forward, taking Rita in 
his arms. Their mouths met in an open, passionate kiss 
that grew hotter as his hands opened the zipper in the 
rear of Rita's costume. His body drew back sooner than he 
wanted it to, but it took the costume with it. Marco's 
eyes locked onto Rita's liberated breasts and he longed 
to put his mouth on them, but the spirit controlling his 
body had other ideas. He reached out and gently pushed 
Rita's body down onto a waiting pillow, his face coming 
to rest against her mound. Marco stripped off Rita's hose 
and G-string in one motion, then his tongue reached out 
and went to work on Rita's sensitive spots.
 
Karen stood slowly, turning to face Steve. As if to music 
only she could hear, her hips began to sway back and 
forth suggestively. Steve watched spellbound as Karen's 
hands moved slowly over her body,
lingering on the breasts and between the legs in a 
delicious way. He wanted to stand up with her, to grab 
her and kiss her and carry her off to the bedroom, but as 
with the others his body was not his to command. So he 
watched, his cock stiffening, as Karen slowly began to 
remove the veils that made up the bulk of her gypsy 
costume.
 
Susan's body pressed hard against Tony's, burying his 
face between her breasts. She held still while Tony's 
mouth licked, kissed, and sucked her nipples into an 
exquisite, tingling state. Just when the she thought she 
could stand it no longer, Tony's body tipped back and she 
bore him down to the floor. She felt hands grab onto her 
panties and pull them down while her own hands pushed 
down on Tony's boxers. She was so wet she barely felt it 
when he first slid into her.
 
Rita lay back, dazed and confused. Normally an 
aggressive, active lover, she urged her body to get up 
and grab onto Marco, to start pumping his cock the way he 
loved her to do. The spirit controlling her had its own 
preferences, though; her body remained heavy and still 
while Marco's tongue probed her slit. After a few 
minutes, she found the sense of helplessness strangely 
compelling. With nothing to do other than lie passively 
while Marco sent sparks of pleasure shooting through her 
body, Rita surrendered herself to whatever force was in 
control. 
 
Steve felt hands tugging at his shirt as he watched the 
last veil fall away from Karen's shoulders and dimly 
realized the hands were his own. His eyes remained fixed 
on the breasts that were now exposed to his sight, 
nipples erect. Karen leaned over, surrounding his face 
with those soft mounds, and stripped the shirt from his 
body. She turned and swayed a few more times and the last 
pieces of her outfit dropped, leaving her naked. Still 
she danced, teasing Steve by moving in and out, brushing 
against him and pulling back. Steve felt a hand lock 
around his cock and wondered exactly when his pants had 
been removed. Then all coherent thought vanished as Karen 
moved his hand and sat down in his lap, dropping herself 
easily over his cock.
 
Susan's body sat up straight, arching the back and 
sinking further down onto Tony's rigid shaft. Once he was 
in all the way to the base, their hips began gyrating 
together in rhythm. The slow, easy, in-and-out motion 
caused the head of Tony's rod to push up and down against 
the sensitive spots inside Susan's vaginal wall, each 
motion bringing her closer and closer to climax. Their 
bodies moaned in unison as they pushed each other over 
the edge.
 
Rita was on the brink of a climax when she finally felt 
Tony's tongue withdraw from between her nether lips. A 
flash of disappointment turned to delight when the tongue 
was replaced almost immediately by the thick, hard shape 
of his cock inserting itself into her. She felt large, 
strong hands grasp her buttocks and pull her into him, 
seating him even more firmly into her. A steady rocking 
motion sent her mind reeling. Soon after she felt Marco 
explode within her; it was the last thing she remembered 
for a while, as her own climax hit and she faded out into 
ecstasy.
 
Karen squeezed Steve's cock firmly with her pelvic 
muscles as she slowly rocked back and forth, holding his 
head firmly between her breasts. She heard him start to 
moan in rhythm to the movements and put a little extra 
sway in her hips. The moans got louder and longer until 
at last Karen felt Steve's cock jerk and fire inside her. 
Her eyes closed and her head flew back as she gave in to 
the rising tide and let her own orgasm take her away.
 
*
 
Six people lay exhausted on the living room floor, their 
bodies loosely intertwined but quite still. As they 
stared up, recovering from their exertions, they saw six 
small clouds of smoke begin to rise from their bodies and 
gather at the ceiling. Slowly, the clouds took on human 
form once again. Too spent to say or do anything, the 
friends simply watched as the clouds mingled and swirled 
together, then slowly faded away. Their eyes became heavy 
and their vision blurred as a deep, soothing sleep 
overtook them.
 
*
 
It was still dark when Susan stirred and woke. It took 
her a few moments to realize that she could move her body 
again, and a few moments more to gather the strength to 
do it. She lifted her head and looked around the room.
 
The jack-o-lantern was dark, but there was more light 
than there had been during the seance. Susan could see 
Marco and Rita asleep in each other's arms nearby, while 
Steve lay prone on another pillow further away. Tony was 
underneath her, breathing slowly and evenly. As gently as 
possible, Susan rose up off Tony. A little shakily at 
first, she stood up and looked around for signs of Karen. 
She saw the extra light source - the kitchen lights were 
on full - and worked her way over there.
 
Squinting against the brightness, Susan turned the corner 
to the kitchen and saw Karen standing over the stove 
dressed in a satiny pink robe. Karen turned to see her 
friend approaching and grinned broadly. "Hey, sleepy!" 
she hailed. "Ready for some hot chocolate?" 
 
"You've got to be kidding me," the groggy girl replied. 
"What the hell happened?"
 
"We were possessed," Karen answered matter-of-factly. 
"Six horny ghosts took control of our bodies and made up 
for 30 years of forced celibacy, taking us along for the 
ride. Pretty wild, huh?"
 
Susan paused long enough to take a sip from the steaming 
cup Karen handed her. The hot liquid warmed her core and 
started to clear the cobwebs from her brain. "That was 
intense," she agreed. "But what really happened?"
 
Karen smiled like the Cheshire cat. "Really? After you 
all joined hands in the circle, I lifted the pumpkin away 
and revealed the hypnotic candle. You all saw the candle 
and dropped like stones. I took you as deep as I could, 
then went around to each of you and told you what you 
would see, feel and do for the rest of the evening."
 
Susan shook her head slowly as the realization set in. 
"Just like the Quarters game when I first got here," she 
said. "It was all a mind game, an illusion."
 
"Not all of it," Karen corrected. "The sex was real." 
 
"Better than real," Susan agreed. "It was incredible. I 
really did feel as though someone else was controlling my 
body." A thought struck her. "You made up the newspaper 
article too, didn't you?" 
 
Karen nodded. "Sure. I looked for a real-life story like 
that, but didn't find anything. Then I figured, why not 
just make something up? It worked for the Blair Witch 
people."
 
Susan laughed appreciatively while Karen carefully poured 
five more mugs of the steaming cocoa and set them on a 
tray, then slipped back to her own bedroom to find a robe 
for herself. She returned to the living room in time to 
watch the rest of the group scramble to find some 
clothing. She stood back and watched from the doorway as 
Karen explained the illusion to them, then joined in with 
their hearty applause.
 
Karen accepted their praise with exaggerated bows and 
waves. Inwardly, she was already starting to think about 
her next party trick.
 
 
Read my other stories at /~Wiseguy

-wg
10/30/99

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