Anja's Halloween
by tannim
October 31, 2016

	Fay Crivens opened the door with a smile on her face and a big bowl of candy in her arm.  The children outside were still staring at the door with looks of horrified fascination on their faces.  Her decoration was still making the agonized noises and squirming as though it were really alive despite being wrapped in plastic and having no skin.

	"She IS so very lifelike, isn't she?" Fay ignored the lack of Trick or Treat and stepped out with them. "I made her myself you know.  I just had to do a bit of careful carving."

	All seven costumed cubs backed away from her, with one boy breaking down and running away crying in his space bear costume.  The squirrel woman's costume was making them very nervous in combination with her decoration.  She had a flaying knife partially coated with red and brown gel on her hip.  It drew almost as many looks as her daughter did bound to the door.  Hardly any of the children noticed the fake blood soaked into her white apron and pants legs and as they hurried away with many backward glances, she doubted any of them even saw the fake fur laying around the doorway.

	"Oh, this is FUN, isn't it Anja? The one day of the year you get to hang out outside so freely!" Fay rubbed her daughter's naked almost fully skinned body from bare groin up to breasts. "You make such perfect noises for a decoration when the electricity hits your cervix, too.  I suppose I can turn it off now." She leaned in the house and flicked the switch. "I do like seeing you wiggle, you know."

	Anja settled down, making light crying noises under the dead eyed rubber squirrel mask that had been tied over her face.  It was the only covering she had other than the clear plastic wrapping that protected her from curious poking fingers and debris.  Fay had only put it on her because the fourteen year old Anja couldn't keep her face still enough to look dead.

	Fay ran her hands over the young teen's still developing breasts and lengthening nipples with a proud smile. "Keep scaring the kids and I'll let you have the night to yourself.  No partners to keep you company and no photo shoot of our special play time." The woman stepped back into the house quickly and shut the door.  Anja could just hear her from inside. "Oops, here comes another batch."

	Without being able to see anything, Anja had to hear the trick or treaters to know when to move her head.  Until then, she kept her had hanging down limply.  After being up there since midnight supported by a large heated plug in her anus with looser support from her wrists, that was the only easy part to the situation.  Cold October air and intense discomfort had sapped most of her strength.  There were still four  hours until midnight.  With only the plug to keep her warm, they would be very long and miserable hours.

	Footsteps came closer.  There went the usual chatter.  All the voices trailed off.  They clearly saw her.  Anja tried hard to suppress a shiver at the cold biting her hard again.  Voices debated if she was real or not while they moved closer onto the porch.  She waited several seconds until they relaxed around her furless, skinless, raw muscle and tendon exposed body.  A hesitant finger touched her.

	Anja jerked her head up and shook her tired and tightly wrapped bound body as best she could.  Her legs couldn't spread apart and her arms couldn't move, but she could certainly jiggle and did her best to do so.  Moments later, her mom pressed the button to turn on the electricity and she let natural pain reaction do the macabre dance for her as the pain blossomed in her gut.

	Screams followed with the sound of feet rushing away.  There were some laughs from the stronger willed kids, but at least a few had gone.  Anja didn't feel any better about it.  Her anus hurt badly supporting so much of her weight and she was exhausted, but she had no choice but to keep moving even when her mom opened the door about ten seconds later.

	Anja heard their scared breathing.  She heard her mother talking to them and felt the woman touching her with the dull blade saying how much fun she'd had flaying the skin off.  There was a wet sound of one of the children wetting itself followed by more screams as they fled.  Silence followed, then her mother's hands cupping her groin through the plastic followed.

	"I shouldn't have bound your legs together so tightly.  I don't think they get to see your pussy enough.  Next year I think I'll have you on a spit being roasted over a paper fire.  Then I can baste you for them." A finger pressed harder between her legs and poked through the plastic to push into Anja's soft raw pussy. "I wonder if any of them would be brave enough to accept a taste."

	Anja let her head droop again and hung limply once more when electrical burn stopped several seconds later.  She didn't think of her mother fingering her again.  She didn't think of next year.  All she thought of was not moving as much as possible to ease the agony in her rear and to keep scaring the children for a night of relative comfort inside.  When more distant voices reached her, she didn't even think of that.

	Anja took a long deep breath, shivered, and waited to perform again.
