2 comments/ 20526 views/ 2 favorites Halloween Treats By: SonoraSnow My annual getaway to Minnesota was supposed to be a time of heavenly peace for me, but this time it started out like hell. In fact, even before it started things went wrong. The friend I always visited was away so I couldn't stay at his cabin. But I decided to go anyway and booked one at a little resort on a neighbor lake where I planned to hear no ring tones, get no e-mails, and have no dealings with any of the rabid individuals it was my job to deal with on a daily basis. So I went. It was late October and the timing seemed perfect at Camp Chanticleer. It was too late in the season for many tourists or mosquitoes to survive, and close enough to the school year so it wouldn't be crawling with those parasites that metamorphosed into Boy Scouts, Girl Scouts, or church youth groups. No, this was my time, the off-season. The crowds were gone, the bugs were gone, and the price was as right as the brisk mornings I'd spend sipping coffee and watching the birds from the cabin porch. I welcomed the stark solitude of the north woods. It was going to be that soul-soothing, spiritual kind of experience I almost never had since life got complicated. Little did I know, life was actually about to get a whole lot more complicated. That first day on the road almost ruined everything. I pulled into a roadside café – something I almost never did, but this was my vacation and it was going to be as different from real life as I could possibly make it. So there I was at "The Ferns Café" beneath a flashing neon-green fern leaf, when suddenly the birdsong and breeze through gently swaying pines was shattered by the guttural crackling of a Harley-Davidson. The line of parked cars I'd just pulled into blocked my view of the bike. What I did notice was the curvaceous chassis of a redhead cruising up to the place. Her hair tousled down the back of a black leather jacket and over-filled black jeans with zippers galore. She had size but couldn't have been more than 10 pounds over optimal weight for her frame. Passing a trash can on her way into the cafe she flicked a smoking cigarette onto the ground. That irked me, no matter how hot she was. "You missed the trash can," I called through my open window. The redhead looked back for a moment with dark eyes, high cheeks and a nicely pointed chin – a Nordic look – there were a lot of them in Minnesota. Then she went into the café. Though she'd looked in my direction, she apparently missed me there half hidden in my car. Then a gleaming, pink-faced gentleman in black leathers and a blue bandana on his marble head came lumbering up after her. I went in, sat down, and an actual waitress came to my table. The biker sat down with the redhead, and I saw her lean across the table toward him, glance my way and mouth something hushed. "Hey," the biker bellowed, "what about us?" "In a minute," said the waitress. "The woman was here first," he continued. After taking my order the waitress stepped over to take theirs. I didn't watch. There was nothing in it for me anymore, seeing the woman was attached. Besides, that thoughtless toss of her burning cigarette was enough to disinterest me. Now the long, fiery hair, those devilish eyes and powerful curves just made me curse the impudent minx all the more. Well, maybe I'd just sneak one more look. Of course I found myself staring right into the face of her friend, Bubba, or whatever. He was heavy enough to be required to post his gross weight on the Harley, and not one to mince words. "What you lookin' at, honey?" he asked. "Nothing," I answered, perhaps truthfully. "Nothing? You disrespecting this lady, are ya?" The redhead snuck a peek at me. "Not at all," I said, trying to hold a steady tone despite thinking I might've made a grave mistake. He turned back to the woman. I appreciated that. He could have her. I just wanted to eat and run before my day, not to mention my vacation, or life, was ruined. But then the brute got up. He sauntered over to my table, chrome dripping from his chains and one incisor, and I didn't know what to do. "Listen ass-wipe," he said, "I'm going to the head now, and when I get back, you're gonna be gone. Understand?" I'd snuck one hand around the napkin holder just in case I needed a weapon – not that it would've stopped a guy like that, replying, "Yeah, sure." He went to the back of the room, leaving me in a quandary. Was I to take the easy way out and leave a perfectly good tenderloin and fries before they were even delivered to me, by a real waitress no less? Or was I to "be a man" and call his bluff, hoping to god it was a bluff. My eyes wandered in search of god's writing on walls decked with broom-riding witches, black cats, and smiling jack-o-lanterns, but found the redhead raking me with furtive eyes. She was smiling. It was an odd smile like you see on babies that haven't yet mastered their expressions. But for some reason, it hit me right in the pants. I heard a door open in the back and assumed the worst. Before it was too late, I got up and left the café without looking back. I was outta there. But just to convince myself I was still a man, I copped a plan. After a couple of minutes' work outside the café, I went back in. Bubba sat with his back to me, but the redhead saw me and looked on as I approached the cash register. The waitress stepped away from the order window to see what I wanted. I told her I'd take my order to go. She asked where I was headed. Canada, I lied. I don't know if it was the familiar sound of my voice or the familiar sound of the redhead's but something tipped the biker guy that I was back. They had their food now and he turned his fork with his meat hook and pounded the butt of it against the tabletop. The resulting clatter of dish and flatware startled even the redhead. "I thought I told you to leave," he growled. "Yeah, and I will," I said, "soon as I get my take-out," – as if I'd planned on take-out all along. The giant slowly rose to his feet. The waitress mercifully put a brown bag on the counter and rang it up. I reached for my wallet, handed her a ten and told her to keep the change. But just as I grabbed the bag, Bozo was in my face. That wasn't part of my plan. I faced him while backpedaling toward the door. He just stood there watching, and so did the girl. Those lips weren't smiling anymore, but her eyes were. She looked at me and – and this is no joke – she was sucking on a vanilla shake. She had one finger over the end of the straw and pulled it out of the glass. Then she stuck out her tongue and lifted the finger so the creamy stuff squirted onto her outstretched tongue. She swallowed, and reached down to her half-open pink top that looked like thermal underwear, and opened another button. Needless to say that sort of distracted my escape. And her partner, who knew nothing about what she was doing behind his back, was now drawing a line in the sand behind me. I tore myself away from the redhead's suggestion. "Move!" he said, taking off his belt. "Wait," I said, looking back at the woman. "Would you like to come with me, miss?" I thought I heard her laugh as he swung the heavy belt buckle at me. I was ready for it and raced out of there with the Buddha chasing me. I made sure the door would slow him down and slipped out, got in my car and pulled away just in time. Several miles down the road my heart leveled off to double-digit numbers. I was smiling. I'd stood up to that ass, well sort of, and got some nice masturbatory inspiration from his bitch, while leaving him a little surprise: On the seat next to me was one of the spark plug cables from his Harley. He wouldn't be going anywhere for awhile. That afternoon I pulled into Camp Chanticleer, tired from the drive and the excitement. I'd squirted a lot of adrenalin outsmarting that thug, and I was exhausted. That was the closest I'd come to a fight since high school and, come to think of it, the best outcome. I picked up the key to my cabin and cruised slowly along through the trees and the cool, scented atmosphere on a shadowy road encrusted with pine needles. All I needed was my duffle bag and laptop. I could do anything I wanted! Nobody was there to interrupt or bleed my time away. I could start a novel or play games, take a walk in the woods or a dip in the lake, or just sit on the porch and watch the sun sink below the pines across the lake. No worries, no nothing, nobody. After stowing my gear in the cabin, I took a nap that lasted almost three hours, which for me is basically impossible. But I guess the ambience was so relaxing I just zoned out. Later when the sun was settling, I turned the lock on the back door and walked out through the trees to a loon's laughing cackle. The lake was only 20 yards off my back porch and when I got there I spotted the bird snaking along half submerged. It looked primitive, if not evil. That bird kept calling at intervals until I heard a competing sound, an unwelcome one, issuing up through the trees. I didn't have to look. It was another motorcycle. Why was I being followed by motorcycles all of a sudden? Its slow chugging grew louder and with the sun all but down I figured I'd make my way back and hole up for the night, maybe break out the laptop. I trudged up the slight incline toward the cabin just in time to catch a glimpse of the bike as it went by. Of course, there were two riders: a big oaf in a blue bandana, and a handsome redhead in black. I couldn't believe it. They couldn't have followed me. Then I realized the woman might've recognized my car. But how likely was that, I told myself. She couldn't have seen me sitting in it outside The Ferns, I hoped. But maybe nothing got past those soul-stealing eyes of hers. Well, I could've left right then, and maybe I should've. I might've gotten my money back, but I doubt it. I could go somewhere else, some dive somewhere, but it wouldn't be Camp Chanticleer on the lake. No, I would have a good time inside my little cabin. And besides, maybe the two bikers were just cruising around. Chances are I would never see them again. It was a chance I took to save what little sanity I had left. As the guttural roar of the bike faded, it gave way to the mosquito-like whining of female voices. There were three of them coming up the road toward my cabin, hailing and waving at me, which seemed friendly enough, except that they were all dressed in black. One wore a vest over a blouse cut low across her bust and a skirt like a tutu that echoed her haircut. She was more cherub than demon, despite the dark granny glasses, Maltese cross around her neck, and dark wine lipstick. Another was taller, thinner and paler. She looked more like a vampire in a long skirt and sleeveless top with leather straps across the belly like a corset. She wore her hair in long waves, black lipstick and a necklace with a cameo pin at the base of her neck. The third one came with skirt and plunging V-neck blouse with long, pointed lapels and a dog collar with silver spikes around her neck. I waived back and smiled as they came closer, close enough to see they all used the same makeup artist. The heavy black eye shadow and white face powder made them look half witch, half kabuki dancer. "Happy Halloween," they cried, stopping on the road opposite my cabin. "Thanks," I said. "Where're you all from?" "Why?" said the vampire, whose long face I could see was either Asian or Native American. "Don't we look like we live here?" "No, actually you don't," I said, smiling at her. "We're on our way back from GothFest in Minneapolis," said the chubby one, who now looked a little like Ozzy Osbourne's daughter. "Oh, how was it?" "Great, really fantastic," she continued. "My name's Rheannon, and this vamp is Cassandra but we call her Cat, and she's Emily." "I'm Rich," I said. "We hate rich people," said the vamp named Cat. "I'm not rich people," I admitted. "That's cool," she added with a wry smile, "Dick." Rheannon giggled and fidgeted and the generously exposed portion of her motherly assets jiggled. I couldn't help but look, even if that sharp-nosed Asian Cat was watching me like a vulture. "Everyone wants to be what they're not, sometimes," said the quiet one, Emily. "You got that right," I said. "So, where you headed?" "Nowhere," said Rheannon. "Rhe wanted to check out the neighbors," said Cat. Rheannon cocked an eyebrow at her. "Yeah, and what's wrong with that?" Cat rolled her beady brown Asian eyes. I guessed she had some Japanese in her, or maybe it was just the kabuki makeup. "Mind if I walk along with you?" I asked. Cat looked for Rheannon's reply. "Sure," she jiggled, "Why don't you come over to our cabin for some cookies and milk?" Cat looked at Emily and shook her head in disbelief rather than disapproval. "That sounds great," I replied. "My mom baked a big batch of cookies for us to take with us," Rheannon advised, "and we'll never be able to finish them all, I don't think." The four of us walked the road to the girls' cabin, which sat on the next lot down. I was glad to be in their company not only because the three of them seemed friendly, if somewhat bizarre and therefore intriguing, but with that biker duo out there somewhere, it might be safer in their cabin rather than mine, especially if that redhead recognized my car. They let me in and we all took isolated positions on the stuffed chairs and sofa around a fireplace that looked like it hadn't been used for a long time. Rheannon handed me two chocolate chip cookies on a paper plate and a coffee cup full of milk. "Thanks, this is great," I said. They all just kind of looked at me, maybe wondering if I meant it. "Where are you from?" Cat asked. "Chicago." "What do you do there?" "I'm in customer service." "Sorry," said Rheannon, "Cat's not always this serious, sometimes she's even more serious." "You're just jealous because you're not vampire material," said Cat. "So," I said, "what's happening in Goth-world these days?" "You know anything about Goths?" Cat asked. "Not really. Aren't you guys, like, sort of protesting life or something. Sort of like punk rockers?" Cat smirked. "Not exactly." "It's mostly about dressing up," said Rheannon, "or down." Her breasts were quivering again. "It is not," said Cat. "It's about making a statement, about all the things wrong with what society calls normal. The way we dress just reflects our opinion." "She thinks too much," said Rheannon. "What about you," I said to get Emily in the conversation, "why do you do it?" "I guess it tells people how I feel," said Emily. "Emily's a dominatrix," Rheannon offered. "And your point is?" Emily snapped. "Never mind. I just thought he'd find it interesting." "So, Dick," said Emily, "do you find that interesting?" "Uh, yes, yes I do as a matter of fact." "Good," Emily shrugged. "Lighten up," said Rheannon. "Great cookies," I said. "I'll wrap some up for you to take back to your cabin," said Rheannon. "Great. And sorry, I didn't mean to tick anybody off." "You didn't," said Emily. "It's just that we're used to getting hostile reactions from people," said Cat. "Yeah, guys either think we're prostitutes or addicts," said Rheannon, wrapping a paper towel around some cookies. "Or both," Cat added. "Are we getting too personal, Dick?" "Not at all. You can get as personal as you like, Cat." She cracked a smile and looked away. "Do you have a girlfriend?" asked Rheannon, setting the cookies on the counter next to the door. "No, not really. Do you?" "No," she smiled. "I like guys." "Yeah, all guys," said Cat. "Cat's just jealous," said Rheannon. "It's a boob thing." "Really?" I said. Cat sighed, "Oh yes, we're all so jealous." "So which of us do you think is the hottest?" Rheannon asked. "Oh, I don't know," I chuckled. "I think you're all pretty hot." "No really. Which one?" "Well I don't know, you know, really you're all really nice looking." "He won't tell you," said Cat. "He doesn't want to hurt your feelings." Emily broke in with a smile. "You girls are crazy. Leave the poor guy alone." "No that's quite alright," I said. "I don't mind the attention at all." "I'm going to pack some things," said Emily, getting up and heading to the bedroom. "Maybe I should go," I offered. "It was nice meeting you," said Emily. "You too," I said. I wanted to stick around but wasn't sure any of them wanted me to, except maybe the cuddly one, Rheannon. The girl was what you might call pleasingly plump. She was cute, early twenties, and firm under that baby fat, and those colossal pups wagged at me every time she moved, slapping me so hard I couldn't keep my eyes off them – as Cat had undoubtedly noticed. It was almost dark when I left their cabin, and the bushy pine trees made things even darker. The chilled air was full of pine scent. I walked back with only pine needles grinding beneath my feet to break the dead silence. I didn't want to spend the night in my cabin, not with those bikers out there somewhere. But I figured I'd just lock the doors and try to forget about them. They were probably miles away by now, and I was silly for thinking they weren't. Maybe it was just Halloween getting to me. I stepped onto the wooden deck and my key unlocked the front door. It was like a black hole in there so I left the door open while fumbling for the light switch. I finally found it, but it was on for only a second. In that single pulse of light I saw the black-clad figure of a woman in my cabin. I didn't catch her face but I knew it was the biker chick. Then the room went black again and something struck me hard in the gut. The pain doubled me over and I stood there holding my stomach trying to keep my guts from spilling onto the floor. The hurt kept me from thinking. My eyes adapted and I could smell the guy as he slammed the door shut and turned the lock. From the corner of my eye I saw the woman come at me. "You shut your mouth now, honey," said the behemoth biker. Something like a rope or a cord landed on the bedspread. Still bent over and fearing I'd ruptured something, I felt someone grab the back of my collar and pull me to the bed. It was her. I could just make out the exaggerated curves of those black jeans as she brought me to the bedside and forced me down on my knees until I was kneeling and leaning over the bed like I was praying, which I might've been had I not had that pain spreading across my gut and keeping me from doing anything but being a witness to whatever they wanted. I heard the big brute unzipping something and rooting through it, maybe my duffel bag. Then the redhead pushed her knee up between my legs and pulled my arms behind my back. "Don't move," she said. Her voice was low and breathy. Keeping her thigh hard-pressed against my crack, she wrapped a cord around my wrists. I tried to move them but they were locked tight together, no slack at all, and they started to hurt as the cord bit into them. I heard the closet door slide, and footsteps across the wood floor. "Trick or treat!" echoed outside the front door. I'd heard those voices before. I felt the redhead's thigh move against me and then her scent like honeysuckle wafted against my face and her hair tickled my cheek as she leaned over me. "Don't make a sound," she whispered in my ear, and pulled my wallet out of my back pocket. "Trick or treat," said the girls as they knocked on the cabin door. "He's not home," said one. "Where could he go?" "Let's go back." I recognized that one as the quiet girl, Emily. "Come on, let's go," she said. Halloween Treats "Doctor Wolffenstep!" Cuddles complained, "Just handing out candy is no fun!" The illustrious mad scientist and dark sorcerer sympathized with his pet and occasional familiar, who currently wore a mostly human form thanks to the successful test run of his Enanthropomorphosizer Mark III earlier in the day. Nonetheless, he had to stay firm. He gave her a scolding frown, or at least as close to it as he could manage while she was giving him a lovingly enthusiastic cock sucking. They were waiting in the library, adjacent to the foyer for the next batch of trick-or-treaters,. His initial plan had been to study the test readings on the Enanthropomorphosizer while she handed out candy, but Cuddles, always randy whenever he gave her human form, found a more pleasant way to pass the time between visitors. He cleared his throat and tried to be stern. "Now, young lady... er, kitty... you need to remember that for the last hundred years we of the monstrous, mystical and otherworldly persuasions have abided by the Salem Convention, which clearly states in Article Three that we will allow the young mortals to enjoy their Halloween festivities in peace." He couldn't help but admire his handiwork. Perhaps he needed to add a reasonability circuit into the machine, since her 30G-cup bosom seemed a tad overboard, and despite long since achieving feline adulthood she looked barely sixteen, but this was mad science after all, so he generally tried to leave reasonability out of the mix. At least this time she came out almost completely human. The only failures were the cat ears, tail and somewhat pointy teeth. The teeth had their drawbacks, he was discovering, but she only nipped occasionally as her supple lips glided with sensuous skill over his hardness. The perimeter alarm went off again, indicating another group headed up the walk. "But it's not like I want to harm any of them!" she sulked after she slipped off his cock and grabbed the candy bowl. "I just want to play with them!" He picked up a sheaf of readouts to cover himself if a wayward child got inside. "Most of our visitors tonight are far under age for the sort of play you have in mind. I guess you don't have a sense for that with humans. Try to think of them as kittens only a few months old." "I know that! I'm talking about the big ones!" she insisted, having stopped to argue, but at that moment the chimes resounded through the halls of Wolffenstep Manor. She scampered to the door to take care of them. A second crowd apparently delayed her retreat, but she finally made it back to resume her eager suckling. Her desire for sex with others didn't diminish at all her passion for her master. Whether he used a black magic spell or his latest convert-beast-to-human invention on her, his loving pet always eagerly made love to him when human. She simply wished to have sex with just about every desirable human she encountered as well. He always assured her he was seeking a way to permanently change her to human, her longtime desire, but even he worried about setting her loose on the world. He was usually able to put that concern aside though. No proper mad scientist balks at the negative effects of his inventions. After he leaned back and enjoyed caressing her a bit, he lectured, "The big ones, as you call them, are responsible for the safety of the little ones, so you mustn't sidetrack them. This night belongs to the children, dear. Just hand out their treats like a good kitty." "Where's my treat?" she whined, switching to her hands so speaking didn't interrupt her play. "I'm doing all this work!" He looked at her in speculation, and decided to let himself be persuaded a little. He always had been a sucker for a pretty face, even one of his own creation. "Hm. Well, pick one out. Just one, above legal age. The convention doesn't restrict us from the adults, after all. Don't do anything; just tell me. I'll make the arrangements." She brightened up after that. In fact, once she finally swallowed his load many interrupted lovings later, she hovered at the door, watching with excitement for a good candidate to come along. Unfortunately for her, it was one dumpy housewife or beer-gutted dad after another for quite a while. Eventually though, he heard her hiss, "Doctor! The next group! This is the one!" He observed on the monitor. The chimes rang out again, and Cuddles threw open the door to a chorus of "Trick or Treat!" at various dissonant pitches. A wolf man, a vampire, an Obama and two princesses, all under four feet tall, stood in front of a slightly harried looking teenage girl in a witch's hat. The doctor shook his head. The prospect stood a serious chance of being underage, which his cat wouldn't have the human sense to know. However, he went ahead and began the Identification spell. He'd mostly given up on sorcery, having switched to mad science many years ago, but once in a while that old black magic came in handy. Cuddles certainly had good taste. Her choice possessed a far more slender figure than her own, with just barely enough curvature to avoid the description 'willowy', but her face was comely with bright green eyes and a delicate nose, and her lovely blond hair cascaded down to the middle of her back. Probably a bit over five and a half feet tall, he guessed. She had a future as a model if she so wished. "Nyaa!! What a scaaaryy bunch you are!" Cuddles oozed to the children as she handed out their treats. They seemed delighted with her 'costume', a black minidress to match her black hair, tail and ears. The teenager gave her a smirking nod with arched eyebrows. "Not bad at all. They look real!" "Thank you! Bye-Bye! Nyaa!" Cuddles called out with a wave as they departed, then shut the door and scampered back into the library with excitement in her eyes. "Well, Doctor?" He held up the one-fingered signal to wait, almost certain he would be disappointing her. The spell whispered its results to him a few seconds later. Samantha Reed. Eighteen years, one month, two weeks, three days old. 1724 Curtis Court. With relief he beamed at her. "You're in luck, Cuddles. She's just barely old enough. I have to wait for her to bring her young charges home first, then we shall summon her here." Cuddles bounced up and down clapping her hands. The pleasant effect this had on his libido brought another issue to mind. "Hm. I may have to come up with something for me, as well," he mused. "I'll hardly be unaffected by the goings-on, after all." His familiar looked disappointed. "I'm still not good enough for you, Doctor? Even this time?" "That's not the problem, dear, and frankly we'll be playing too, before the Enanthropomorphosization wears off. This treat is supposed to be for you. You shouldn't have to share her with the same old fart you're always with, right?" She grinned at him over her shoulder as she returned to the door for the next herd of visitors. When she came back, they began again, this time with her hopping on to straddle his lap during the gaps between visitors. Thankfully the interruptions were becoming less frequent. Much later that evening, after the underage goblins and ghosts and Hillaries had long since vanished and the evening became the deep of the night, and just as he finished demonstrating his expert knowledge of cunnilingus for her, Cuddles scampered to the foyer to greet her last visitor for the night. Samantha stood in the doorway clad in pink Hello Kitty pajamas, looking chilly and confused, perhaps because she didn't know why she had come, perhaps because Cuddles answered the door stark naked, or perhaps because she yanked it open before Samantha could ring. "Hi, Sammy!" Cuddles sing-songed, wrapping the girl up in a warm nude spaztackleglomp out on the front porch. "Come in, come in!" He finished wiping his face with a handkerchief as his familiar practically carried the girl into the receiving room, (across the foyer from the library) where he sat waiting. Cuddles seated her in the Victorian love seat directly across the Louis XVI cocktail table from him, then began drawing cups of tea, an action that would probably have looked more elegant were she not naked and covered in a thin coat of sweat. The tea tray sat amidst of an assortment of his more portable scientific instruments. He tucked the handkerchief and leaned forward to turn on one of the devices. "How good of you to drop by, Miss Reed. Cuddles has been anxiously awaiting your arrival, as you may have noticed." Samantha looked around and down at her self as she said, "Well, I'm... really not sure why I'm here... in my... pajamas." She accepted a cup from Cuddles "Ah, that would be the work of my summoning spell, you see. In my younger days I was a traveling magician and black sorcerer. The former made the perfect cover for the latter. I called myself 'Lupio the Magnificent!' You may call me Doctor Wolffenstep, though. Just 'Doctor' is fine as well." Cuddles gave him his cup over as he spoke, then picked up an object like a black tiara from the table. "Summoning spell? You think I'm going to believe I came because of a magic..." Samantha cut off and frowned as the tiara went onto her head. Cuddles stepped back and smiled. He checked his instruments. "Doesn't really matter what you believe, I'm afraid. My darling Cuddles wanted a treat tonight, and she selected you. As you may note, you no longer have any volition. You may continue sipping your tea if you like." Looking bewildered and scared, Samantha took another sip of tea. After a similar sip, the doctor set his cup down and picked up something that looked like a large radio-control unit with vacuum tubes sticking out of it in random directions. "The problem with mind control is, it just doesn't make for good sex. Oh, that's what Cuddles wants from you, by the way, not anything dire. So, we need to resolve that issue first. That's why I designed this device, my Personality Detection and Correction system. Ah, I should explain. I switched to mad science after my stage act stopped paying the bills. All that lovely Federal research money, you see." After twiddling a bit, he shook his head. "Dear, dear, you have a dreadfully low overall libido, your straight potential is at best mediocre, and you possess almost no fetish potential at all in any category... hm, not likely to be attracted to anyone but a handsome med school or law school student with good financial prospects, are you? My dear, do any of your friends ever describe you as boring? Oh, you may talk now." "Yes," she answered promptly, then looked surprised at herself for having answered the question truthfully. "Don't be alarmed; truth-telling is one of the device's functions. Yes, frankly, your personality is probably quite dull and predictable. Well, we're about to fix that for you. And no, we are not planning to rape you. I can see your fear readings are running off the scale right now. Let me assure you, you will do nothing against your will tonight, you will enjoy yourself and you will have absolutely no regrets about it in the morning." He smiled warmly at her, hoping he didn't look too maniacal. It was an occupational hazard, after all. "We're simply going to give you a personality more inclined to enjoying life." "You're going to let me go home?" She still looked quietly terrified. The PDC had given her all the proof she needed of her utter helplessness. "Well, of course! This is merely a friendly little tryst we're having, my dear. At least it will be once I improve you a bit. Let's see, we have to do this carefully, so you don't go psychotic on us. Overall libido is a composite; so I can't just turn it up, I have to adjust its components instead. I could jack up your straight potential to the maximum and it would only help a little. To get a truly sexier you, we have to create a kinkier, more interesting you. How about we start here..." He tapped a few keys and Samantha drew in a startled breath. "That tingled, doesn't it? How do you feel?" "I'm... I guess I'm not as scared... are you sure this isn't going to harm me?" Samantha probably didn't realize that she had just reached into her pajama top and was now massaging her breast rather erotically. "Not at all," he assured her. "All I did was push your autoerotic potential to its absolute maximum. Now, for the benefit of Cuddles, we will do the same to your homosexual potential. There, I've pegged that at maximum as well. Now we need to throw in a couple more kinks. A wider range of possibilities gives you more things to get horny about, you see. We shall give you a BDSM thing. We'll give as much as we can of both Dom and sub. You can only go so high on one before it takes away from the other, but a girl with a nice balanced dose of both can be loads of fun. "Now, some really racy stuff... we'll max out your exhibitionism and public sex kinks, throw in a thing for making love in the great outdoors ... and, could you describe your family to me, dear?" Samantha had become a little more turned on with each adjustment. With a slightly breathy voice, she stated, "My parents are divorced. Dad is single, Mom has remarried a couple times. I've got an older brother and sister and my little half-brother, half-sister and step-siblings. The younger ones were the kids I brought here." "Okay, for the safety of the little ones, I shall push your pedo potential down to the bottom, because I'm maxing out your incest potential. You should now have things for Dad, Mom, Step-Dad and both your older siblings. Your younger sibs will be safe until they grow up. And for my sake, you will have a hearty appreciation for mature lovers. That'll fit well with your new parental complexes. "Now, we shall see how far we can push up your Straight potential before your libido gets dangerous. Right about... there. You are as far across the border into sex maniac territory as you can go and still control yourself. You will from now on thoroughly enjoy your sex life." Samantha leaned back in her chair with her hips squirming, panting as if she were already having sex. Cuddles retrieved the cup before she spilled tea on the antique furniture. "Feeling pretty good now, are we?" the Doctor inquired with a chuckle. She squeezed her legs together and pumped her hips, her eyes closing, and gasped, "Yeah..." "Well, Samantha, I did all that for Cuddles and me, although you will enjoy it as well. To show my good will, I will now do a couple things that are for your benefit alone. You will need a ton of self-control from now on to be acceptable in polite company, so I'm maxing that out. And, I'll jack up your intellect... that's to assist the self-control, but you should find other handy uses for it." She shuddered a little bit and tilted her head upright, a bit more focused once more. He spread his hands, setting down the control. "Now I'd like to take you off the PDC system so you can come with us down to the lab, but while I still have the truth-telling function, please tell me, if we promise we're only planning to have lots of fun, safe, consensual sex with you, will you stay here voluntarily after we take it off?" Naturally, he'd waited to ask such a question until after he'd sent her sexual characteristics through the roof. She nodded with a self-indulgent smile, "Yes." "All right. We promise. You are our favored guest from now on whenever you visit us and neither I nor Cuddles nor anyone else under my authority or on my property will harm you. We will just have sex with you for as long as you can enjoy it. Cuddles?" "I promise, too," his familiar said, then removed the tiara and set it back on the table. Samantha immediately began unbuttoning her pajamas. He held up an finger. "Not yet, dear! To the lab, first!" With only the bottom-most button left, Samantha stood with him and they went to the staircase down into the basement. She walked beside him with her breasts enticingly close to exposure as he explained, "You see, I can do some body modifications for you as well. Anything about yourself you would like to improve, my dear? Be careful not to make it too obvious." Her eyes flicked toward the buxom cat girl then down at her own bosom. He chuckled. "That's an easy one, but we have to be careful or you will have trouble explaining why you suddenly grew. We can do it in small steps if you want to come back for several follow up treatments. Expect more sex each time if we do it that way, of course." Not long later, a nude Samantha gazed happily down at her slightly enhanced and remodeled breasts. He'd also permanently removed all hair from the neck down and tweaked her nose just slightly. He noted Cuddles rummaging around in the back and called, "Cuddles dear, don't you want to play with your treat now?" "We'll use this first!" she declared, pushing out the Clonerator Mark II. He sighed. "No, kitty, we won't. It's a failure remember? Everything after the first two clones suffers debilitating mental breakdowns. I'll never have my Clone Schwarzenegger Army, I'm afraid. They showed such promise, too. The first one has already taken over an entire state..." "Only one!" Cuddles insisted. "Make one more Samantha. You said you wanted something too, right?" "Oh, I see! Yes, an excellent idea!" He coaxed a confused Samantha onto the Original tray as Cuddles selected 'One Copy' and hit the 'Start' button. In an instant, confused Samanthas gaped at each other from the Original and Copy trays. "You are identical except for the serial number." He lifted the new Samantha's left arm up to show the '2' in her armpit. After he let go, she and the original stepped off their trays and went to look at each other more closely, still stunned. The original raised her arm and discovered she now had a '1' in the same spot. They inspected each other in amazement for a considerable time, comparing limbs and other parts. "But... what do I do after tonight?" asked the copy after she accepted what she was. "We can't both go home!" "Mm," he nodded, putting his hand to his chin. Then he decided to treat it the same as any other annoying detail that got in his way; he dismissed it. "Oh, it'll work out. We can probably just brainwash your parents to believe they gave your twin sister up for adoption at birth, and you two ran into each other tonight by accident." Vaguely reassured, the two Samanthas resumed their mutual inspection. In very short order, they shifted from astonishment to excitement, and began demonstrating how well the PDC had worked-- at least with respect to homosexuality, incest and exhibitionism-- by locking lips with each other in a heated French kiss. "Want to watch, or break them up so you can have your treat??" he asked Cuddles as he took a seat on a lab stool. She grinned with her tongue sticking out slightly and knelt down next to his stool to watch. The twins showed no apparent notice of either their audience or the cold basement floor they sank down upon; their ardor heated them enough to not care. At first they simply sat together, amorous lips and tongues working at a fever pace with each other in perfect synchronization as hands explored each others' breasts and tweaked and pressed each others nipples exactly the way they liked it. They took little time to escalate. They soon reclined upon the floor sucking each others' nipples, their panting growing louder and lustier. Their hips working in identical rhythm as they fingered themselves, then slipped their free hands upward along each others' tummies to reach each others' pussies, fingers intertwining and working together for pleasure. Covered in sweat and moaning in unison, they continued this for several minutes, until they decided, apparently at the exact same moment, to kiss their ways from breast to thighs and begin using tongues and lips as well as fingers. In what Doctor Wolffenstep considered a relatively short time for women, the twins increased both the volume and tempo of their passions , surmounting these finally in a rocking moaning explosion of simultaneous joy. Halloween Treats Cuddles clapped excitedly as they relaxed to catch their breath. "Wow wow wow! You Sammies are both so beautiful!" The doctor stood up and walked over to his creations as they hugged each others hips with satisfied smile. "I quite agree. A lovely performance. Where would you like next? The hot tub? The terrarium? Perhaps a bubble bath?" They smiled up at him and took his hands when he offered them. As they stood, one of them declared, looking at the other, "Anywhere we can keep going, doctor!" "Ah, but Cuddles wants to make love to you. At least to one of you. As do I. Although I'm sure we'll enjoy you two in repeat performances before the night is out." It turned out to be difficult to separate them at first, but Cuddles had the solution; she just took on both. The doctor sat in the terrarium sipping tea and enjoyed the lovely trio in the moonlight as they tried out a variety of combinations. They eventually settled upon lying on their sides in a triangular chain of oral sex, each of them managing a couple orgasms in the process. Once they seemed to be ready for something new, he set his tea down and cleared his throat. "It seems, dear ladies, that you are forgetting someone! Now which one of you wants to come play with me?" Both Samanthas chimed "I do!" but then one lectured the other, "I'm the older sister, so I decide!" The other, whom he deduced to be the copy, pouted and said, "Aw!" The original then gave her 'little sister' a quick hug and declared, "Okay, you go first!" The copy scampered over to sit in his lap and began undoing his tie while the original returned her attentions to Cuddles. His Samantha looked terribly serious while concentrating on the knot; exuding a degree of simplicity and cuteness that charmed him on the spot. It also made him chuckle inside as she carefully slipped the tie off and began seductively releasing each of his buttons. With the intellect levels he had given her, she could not be even remotely so childlike in reality, so this was a sexy act that went well with her young face and bright eyes. Still, he reflected as she slipped him out of his shirt and began studiously attending to his trousers, he could only call her skill in this department remarkable for a girl who had been a sexual zombie only hours before. She slipped off his lap, pulling the trousers down with her to remove them from his legs, then licked her way back up to his boxers. She snagged the waistband with her teeth and pulled them down as well, freeing his now rock hard organ (thanks to the Viagorator Series IV he had used on himself earlier in anticipation of a long evening.) Her eyes sparkled with playful lust as she backed her way down his legs once more, still dragging his underwear. "Ooh! Careful! Don't get rough now!" Cuddles squeaked, then laughed. He hadn't seen what the other Samantha had done to cause her reaction, but he did see the blond wrap her arms around his familiar and roll merrily across the terrarium floor, both of them giggling hard. As their horseplay continued, his Samantha finish pulling away his boxers , dropped them and advanced, licking her lips with an excited open-mouthed smile. She kissed and nibbled her way hungrily up his legs, switching from right to left and back several times, until reaching his cock, which she pounced upon with wet lips, nursing with relish as her head bobbed vigorously. Effectively overwhelmed by the enthusiastic young woman, he could only lean back and enjoy the ride. He watched the other Samantha similarly dominating her partner. At the moment, she had the catgirl pinned in a sexual position he had never seen before. The girl knelt upright on spread knees gripping her lover around the waist, hanging her upside down as she ate her pussy out with gusto. His familiar was doing her best to return the favor, which he suspected must have been quite difficult under the circumstances. Considering the original Samantha was in coitus with the unsinkable Cuddles, he could see this development as nothing short of astonishing. His own Samantha seemed on the verge of sucking his balls out through his cock as he came. Even so, she was not vaguely sated once she drained his juices. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, she possessed his lips with a fervent kiss, her hot breath blasting on his cheek. She dragged him off the garden bench onto the floor, pinned him on his back and straddled him cowgirl style before his cock could even consider going limp. To his astonishment, he felt himself ripping through an intact hymen. He was having sex with a virgin-- he was very sure the copy would not be a virgin if the original were experienced-- yet the girl seemed to have professional skills and didn't even take notice as he deflowered her. He knew he was witnessing something very bizarre, bordering on impossible. The girl's fingers curled, gripping his chest as she galloped, all physical signs from her spasming lips to her tense, quaking calves showing her in the midst of an intense orgasm, yet she showed no signs of slowing. "Ow!!" Cuddles yelped. "Owww!" He turned to see blood on Cuddle's thigh, and more on her Samantha's lips; she'd just bitten hard enough to break skin. The blond had a wild grin on her face as she attacked Cuddle's sex again. The resulting yelp turned into a cat's screech as the stress forced his familiar into an early termination of her enanthropomorphosization. The surprised original lost hold of the yowling black cat that escaped into the foliage surrounding them. She looked around for a replacement and her eyes settled on him. Their predatory manner and their green eyes led Wolffenstep to a connection he had missed before. "Samantha Reed!" he huffed, laboring to think in the middle of the wild fucking. He stared up at the ferocious beauty licking her lips as she gazed back at him. "Samantha Reed!" "Yes, Doctor, that's me!" she proclaimed. "Oh gawd this is good. I need more!" "Your father!" he demanded as the other Samantha began crawling on all fours toward him, licking cat blood off her lips and grinning. "What is his name?!" "Ron Reed!" she announced, already approaching yet another climax, mere seconds after the last. "Acheron Reed?" "Mm-hmm!" she quaked with a wide smile as she orgasmed. "Oh Gawd!" As the original seized his leg and opened her mouth wide, preparing to bite, he summoned his eldritch energies and hastily delivered a soporific incantation, directed at both girls. His Samantha completed her orgasm by falling blissfully asleep in his arms, and the original, rather than biting his calf as she had planned, used it for a pillow. He lay there huffing, trying to regain his aplomb as the copy snored with his still-hard but somewhat sore member still inside her. He gently removed his leg from beneath the original's head and carefully rolled the copy off his chest. He gave her a tender kiss, then pulled himself out of her. As he sat on his knees, looking at the two demon girls now sleeping with angelic smiles, he shook his head and began laughing quietly. A black cat strode cautiously up to him, keeping her eyes locked on them. "That white wizard you always fought with in the old days?" the cat asked. "The same." He shook his head with a wry smile. "Of all the girls in the world, I can't believe you managed to pick his daughter, Cuddles." "But what's going on? What happened to them? Did your PDC do this?" He scratched the side of his nose and twisted his mouth. "I suppose that depends on how you look at it. You see, I made the mistake of assuming I was using it on a human." Cuddles looked at him and tipped her head. "Huh?" An hour or so later, the two Samanthas woke to find themselves having a bubble bath in a large tub with the doctor and a once-more enanthropomorphosized Cuddles. "Wow," the one in hiis arms said with a dreamy smile. "This is nice, but how'd I get here?" "You fell asleep, Miss Reed," he explained. "We decided you two needed to clean up after all that sex." "It got kinda intense at the end," she said. "What got into me?" "Mm. Well, let's just say you take after your mother." He reached into the water and found her pussy, then jiggled the brand new piercing in her outer labia with his finger. "Feel that?" She gasped with delight. "Did you give me that while I was asleep?" "Correct. I used magic to heal it up, so you don't have to worry about after-care. I want you both to promise me you will never have sex without wearing these rings. Unless you intend to kill the person, that is." Both of them stared at him in shock. "I don't suppose old Acheron ever told you that your mother is a demon from the bowels of Hell?" he wondered, then burst out laughing at their reactions. "I'm sure she's a charming woman, but it's the truth. Your father is my old rival, Acheron Reed the White Wizard. I heard that a while back, he captured a succubus. Somehow he and this demon had fallen in love, which really doesn't work out. She's a demon, she's not supposed to be in love. So she asked him to capture her to make it legit. "He caused all kinds of confusion when he did it. Forced her to assume human form, so she could legitimately be in love and marry and have babies and such. It caused endless arguments at the Collegium. He was enslaving demons like a black sorcerer, and white wizards don't do that sort of thing, but since he did it at her request, it was okay. Except, isn't it evil to do something a demon wants you to do? Except, how can it be evil if the demon wants you to help it not be demonic? Except... etc. etc. etc. I don't know if they ever settled it." Wolffenstep caressed the Samantha's hair... if he recalled correctly, he had the original in his arms this time. He noted, "I guess it must have stopped being an issue when your parents divorced. She must have kept being a human though, if she's been remarrying and having more kids. So now I understand why you were such a sexual cold fish when you arrived. Your father probably made you that way on purpose, for your protection. And everyone elses', I suppose." She frowned at him quizzically. He explained. "Well you're only half-demon, but you have the appetite. Thus, you couldn't suck our sexual energy, so your instincts drove you to try to feed on us the normal way. Your father probably completely repressed you sexually to prevent those instincts from surfacing. Typical anal-retentive white wizard thought process. If it's icky or sticky, get rid of it. You two are so much more fun this way, so I'd hate to change you back. Instead, the amulet on your new pussy ring will keep you from running wild. Now you two promise me you will keep them on!" They solemnly promised. He broached the other subject they needed to know. "Of course, I can't even think about brainwashing either a demon or a white wizard, so the idea of convincing your parents they had twins is out. We'll have to come up with another plan." Cuddles spoke up, "That's easy. They're real smart, right? You've been wanting a laboratory assistant. Why not just keep one of 'em here?" He nodded thoughtfully. "We could do that." Both the girls grinned, but immediately became conflicted. "I want to keep going to school with my friends, but I want to stay here too!" complained the copy. Her 'big sister' nodded. "Then alternate!" Cuddles suggested. "Samantha One goes home on odd days, and Samantha Two on even days!" Her solution sounded suitable to the twins, so they decided to leave it at that. They slipped into each others arms and went back to having fun. After all, they had hours before Samantha One needed to return to her bed. Halloween Treats Their heels clattered briefly against the decking and their voices faded into the night. The redhead lay on top of me now, pressing her chest against my back. I could feel her body rise and fall with each breath, and my heart was fluttering wildly. "They're gone," said the man. "Give him to me." "How come?" "Sit on him," he said, "and stick this in his mouth." Next thing I knew the redhead climbed on the bed and practically snapped my back as she sat down hard on it and straddled me. I could barely breathe, especially after my mouth was stuffed with a big wad of cloth like a handkerchief. I started coughing from the dry material dangling into my throat, but she kept stuffing it in until I got a mouthful. "Next time I go first," she sighed. I felt hands on my back pocket. "You got his wallet?" said the man. "Got it." Then the hands were below, unbuttoning my pants. My legs were buckling and the pain in my gut became an aching, sinking feeling. "Don't move, hun," the biker warned. He jerked my jeans down to my knees. I felt cool air against my legs and my bare ass. Then he kicked my legs open. "Don't move or I'll bust you up," he said in a hard, wheezing voice. My heart sputtered about to explode. The blood pulsed through my privates. It was like suspended animation, waiting and wondering in the darkness if I was still conscious or in some hideous dream. Everything got blurry, but I knew the wheezing breaths and the zipper sound behind me wasn't coming from the redhead. Then something massaged my crack and I could hear his belt buckle clinking every time his knees bent and he hissed and snaked his thing down across my exposed orifice. I felt blood pulsing behind my scrotum. My arms flexed but the cord held fast and cut into me. The redhead's knees were under my arm pits and she seemed to enjoy riding me on the bed as I gasped for breath. I had to get away now. I tried to push myself up off the bed to buck the redhead off my back. "Here, take the knife," said the guy. "And cut him if he moves again." I heard the knife blade click into position and the redhead shifted her weight forward, bringing the blade against my neck. "Stop," she said. "You heard him." So I just surrendered to the evil bitch and went limp. Whatever they wanted to do, they were going to do it. There was nowhere to go, no way out. They'd kill me if I tried. I wanted to black out and all I thought about was not thinking about it, and living to see tomorrow. The guy's cock felt like a broomstick against my ass. My legs were spread and my ass gaping enough to feel the cool air in it. I wanted to pucker but I just relaxed as he brought his hand to steady his cock for the big push. Then someone switched the lights on! "Get away from him!" It was a woman, but not the redhead. Both of them froze like spotlighted deer. The redhead on my back craned her neck to see her. The knife came away from my neck, and the cockhead came away from my butt. "Who the hell are you?" said the redhead, not bothering to whisper. "I said get away from him, both of you." I managed to turn my head as the redhead's weight shifted. Through wincing eyes I saw a female frame, petite in comparison to the redhead. She was pointing a revolver my direction. It was Emily, the goth girl. "Move!" she demanded. The redhead dismounted and moved off the far edge of the bed. The man zipped up and echoed the redhead's, "Who the hell are you?" "All you need to know is if you don't get away from him I'm going to put a bullet up your perverted butt." He backed away, raising his hands as if he believed her. "OK," he said, "now what?" She looked at me then, saying, "Get up." I don't know why I hadn't already. I pulled my pants back on. For some reason I looked at the redhead and saw her face now matched her hair as she stood on the other side of the bed with that stiletto still in her hand. "They took my wallet," I said. "Where is it?" she said, looking at the man. "Give it back." He pulled it out and threw it on the bed, saying, "No problem, lady." The tension in the cabin was broken by the sound of a distant siren resonating through the trees. At that the big man simply bolted for the front door, yelling at the redhead to follow him. Being between them and the door, I hit the deck. But Emily held her fire and the bikers burst out of there into the night. "OK?" she asked, lowering the revolver. I gathered myself and started breathing again. "I'm busted up a little, but I guess I'll be alright." "Listen," Emily said. "I saw you were in trouble when we came over. I told Cat and Rheannon to call the police. I figured it'd take awhile. But do me a favor, OK?" "Sure, anything." "Don't mention the gun, OK?" "Uh, yeah, OK." "I'm an FBI agent undercover and nobody knows it, not even Cat and Rheannon. I'm investigating a series of murders that took place up here over the past few Halloweens. So please don't mention this to anybody. Just say they ran off when they heard me coming. Can you do that?" "OK, I guess I owe you one." "Good. I'm leaving for a couple of days. Have a nice life." "You too." Emily left the cabin just as she came, through the back door I'd forgotten to lock when the goth girls lured me away. The police arrived minutes later and I told them the whole story, minus the part about the gun and Emily being with the FBI. Then the deputy went out to talk to the goth girls, and I rushed into the bathroom to shower off. Afterward I figured I'd pay the goths a visit to thank them for calling 911. I made sure my cabin was locked tight this time, and walked quickly through the trees to theirs. By then the deputy was gone, and so was Emily. I knocked and the two goths came to the window before opening the door. "Hi, how is everybody?" I asked. "Emily told us all about what happened," said Rheannon. "Well, I just came by to say thanks for calling the police." "Too bad they weren't around when the police got here." "Yeah, I just wish they'd been caught. I don't like them still being out there somewhere." "I know," said Rheannon. "It's spooky." "Oh, Rheannon," said Cat, "you're such a drama queen." "Coming from a vampire, that hurts," joked Rheannon. "But it's still spooky, like you said, Dick, knowing they could be out there in the dark waiting for us." "Oh I don't think they want you guys." "They're probably in Canada by now," said Cat. "You never know," I said. "Is Emily gone?" "She went to stay with relatives for a couple nights. Her mother and sister live near here." "So what are you guys doing the next two days?" "Will be performing wild sex rituals in the woods," Cat tried to say with a deadpan face. "Yeah," Rheannon smiled, "wanna come?" The prospect had me drooling. "Well," I said, "if you put it that way, I guess I'm up for anything. So what did you guys want when you came over to my cabin anyway?" "Oh," said Rheannon, "since it's Halloween we were gonna trick-or-treat all the cabins, and tell people we're witches." "And you forgot to take your cookies when you left," said Cat. "Rheannon was really worried." "Yeah, well, it's a good thing he forgot them. If we hadn't gone over there who knows what would've happened to him." "Yeah, I can imagine," I said, "those cookies might've saved my life." Cat finally cracked, letting out a little laugh and flashing her beady brown eyes my way. Rheannon, however, pursed her wine-colored lips, and her ice-blue eyes went skipping around the room. "Why don't you stay here tonight?" she blurted. I glanced at Cat long enough to see her face wasn't giving anything up, and said, "I could." "Super," said Rheannon. "Are you so worried about those bikers?" Cat asked her, unwrapping her arms and revealing the dainty spider web of silver draped across her hands – hand bracelets fashioned around the wrist and middle finger. "What if I am. There's safety in numbers, ya know. Better safe than sorry." Cat leaned back on the sofa, announcing, "I'm going to start a fire." "That's a super idea," said Rheannon. "I'd love a fire." "We need some of those logs outside." I volunteered. After two trips to the woodpile I amassed a sizeable stack of firewood. Soon Cat got the fireplace smoking, but the smoke was curling up over the stone. I looked for the damper lever and when I pulled it the smoke redirected up the chimney. "Good one, Cat," Rheannon chided, while I piled on some smaller logs. "So I don't know about fireplaces. They're like, prehistoric. How would I know? What are you doing over there?" "I'm making Irish coffees." "Ah," I said, "that'll hit the spot." "Just what we need." By then it was dark inside and out. Cat sat on the floor next to the fireplace, pulling her legs up and hooking her arms around her knees while the slit in her skirt opened to reveal so much of her slender thigh I almost spied her panties – if she had any on. Rheannon pulled the curtains over the dark, picture window and brought us three steaming mugs. The room was dark except for a little moonlight around the curtains and a faint glow beneath the fire logs. Cat stretched out on the floor and leaned back on her palms, staring dreamily into the fireplace. Even in faint light her profile was striking, the slender nose, black lipstick and thin, wandering eyebrows over Japanese eyes smoldering beneath her sarcasm. Rheannon sat down. I followed and plopped in front of the fireplace, Cat to my left, Rheannon on my right. Looking a little pudgy in her ballerina skirt and tights, Rheannon seemed the ripe, sweet type. I took a swig from my mug and the Irish coffee spread its warmth through my lanky frame. I could still feel the gut shot I'd taken from the biker, like strained abs, which actually made me feel kind of studly as I leaned back in my jeans and faded denim shirt. But Rheannon snapped me out of fantasyland. "Whaaat?" she said in response to a look Cat gave her. "You look like a poodle in that thing," said Cat, amusing herself with yet another dig at her goth sister. "It looks so awkward." Rheannon looked at me. "We really love each other. We really do." Cat smiled. "Yeah, I love her like a pet." "Are you guys gonna carry on like this all night?" I quipped. The two girls looked at each other and said "yes" in unison and laughed at themselves. I shook my head and chuckled after them. They looked at me kind of crazy like, and then they looked back at each other. "Is it feeding time?" said Rheannon, just as the fire started sparking into flames. Cat looked at me with that unreadable face and said, "I want your blood." "Uh, OK," I said, playing along. "You can have it." Cat assumed a crawling position with her back arched like a slinky, black cat. Her head was so low her hair fell down against her cheeks and spilled onto the floor. With eyes almost hidden by her lazy eyelids, Cat pawed across the rug slowly toward me while Rheannon sat cross-legged, watching with a telltale smile. As I leaned back on my palms my legs stretched toward the fireplace, Cat worked her kabuki face up my thigh like a predator inspecting a meal. Still on all fours with her back arched and her bottom high, she hovered over my waist, keeping those narrow eyes peering into mine. Rheannon spun around into a squat, rested her hands on her hips, and pushed her chest out as she watched. Long hair scattered against my jeans as Cat's fingers latched onto them. Like a vulture, she kept those unrelenting eyes fixed on mine, disconcerting and exciting me at the same time. With her teeth bared she bit my fly, tugging, once, twice, then again, until the button pulled through. My pelvis stirred as she flicked her tongue like a snake before fastening her teeth onto the tab of my zipper. They lifted and pulled, slowly inching the zipper down. The unzipped fly was all that separated my equipment from the delicious look on Cat's face. She left me unzipped but covered. Rheannon's sea-green eyes locked onto my zipper as she reached back and unsnapped her tutu skirt and tossed it aside, leaving behind only sheer black spandex painted on her stout hips and legs. Then she jettisoned her vest, giving me a spectacular view of her breasts bowing up over the square-necked blouse like they wanted out. I laid there incredulous, never having been with two women before, let alone two mysterious black-clad Goths on a dark Halloween night beside a roaring fire. I could hardly believe the hearty smell of smoking wood and the sweet, curving shapes meeting my steely eyes. The scintillating sensations rippled through my body and my penis moved beneath the loose flaps of my jeans. Cat savagely tore open my shirt and pounced. Her lithe Japanese frame flowed over my body in sinuous waves as she licked her black lips and stared suggestively into my jellied soul. Flames licked at the jumbled logs in the fireplace. Rheannon moved closer, looking at my barely covered crotch as if her furtive mind had already uncovered it. I wanted to grab her. I wanted to rip that black blouse away from those ponderous wonders whose creamy reflections had to be looming up in my eyes. But I held back, stifling the urge and letting it build, letting the women explore and take me as they wished. While Cat played with my pecs and nipples, Rheannon put her hand above my knee. She moved it inside and slowly upward. As her corpulent little hand crept up the inside of my thigh, she looked at my abdomen and her eyes inched up my soft belly hair to the furrow beneath my pecs. Then her hand reached my sack and she looked at me and smiled. She squeezed it hard, but only for a moment and her had was gone. At the same time, Cat draped her long hair across my face like a curtain and hovered with her black lips an inch above mine. Her tongue protruded between the black and flicked my lips. I felt a hand dive under my jeans just as she laid her lips on mine so lightly I tingled from her delicate touch. Her tongue wiggled between my lips and her mouth pressed into mine. She plunged deep inside. All restraint was gone. I brought my hands up to clutch Cat's slender torso and like mating snakes our tongues and bodies thrashed against each other. Cat's sticky lipstick made us meld together as we kissed. My hands rode up and down her trim body. My fingers flared over her hips and onto her butt as it moved upward with the arc of her back. Back across her sinewy back I went, down to her belly where I fumbled with the leather straps that held her blouse on. As Cat's skinny legs straddled me, Rheannon's hand plunged between them and beneath my pants. I felt her short fingers push through my thick crop of pubes, find the base of my penis and explore its still-pliable length. Her digits seemed fascinated with the flare of its head as they coiled around it and her nails gently caressed it. At last I jerked the bottom strap of Cat's blouse and it hung loose. Cat pushed herself away from my lips and her upper body rose as she tore her blouse off and tossed it. Her chest loomed in the shadow of a fire growing larger by the moment. The rising heat made loose strands of Cat's hair magically levitate into the air. Her chest was braless, lean and flat. Her breasts tiny, round and pale as Chinese moon cakes, her nipples like cherry buds. I reached for them and they pushed into my hands. Her breasts were soft and barely filled my palms as I manipulated them, squeezing and tugging, wanting to have them, to own them. But it was the wildly sensuous feline who owned them, and who now possessed me as well. Rheannon's grip relaxed after stealing the softness from my penis. She reached for the bottom of her blouse and whipped it overhead, leaving her breasts strapped into a plunging black bra that couldn't possibly cover the essentials but somehow did. I pushed against the jean flaps that covered my own essentials as the two women swirled about like ravens in the firelight. Orange highlights danced across their black napes as they shed their feathery clothes. A warm glow illuminated their naked flesh. Her weighty breasts strained against her bra. Black spandex stretched to the point of ripping over her outsized ass and bulky thighs. Rheannon crawled between my legs. Her head faced Cat's backside as she reached for my jeans. Cat stood up and hurriedly stripped off her long skirt, leaving only the black choker around her neck, spidery hand bracelets, and a slim, black thong on her willowy body. Rheannon peeled my jeans and exposed me. I felt a little pre-squirt at the tip of my penis, and seconds passed before I started breathing again. Cat spun around and straddled me, her face above my crotch and her bare butt cheeks aimed at my face as I lay there half-hard in the flooding firelight. She batted my penis like a ball of yarn as Rheannon giggled and watched it grow and stiffen, and I watched the perfectly matched teardrops of Cat's ass. I need to shuck that strip of thong nestled between those irresistible cheeks. I reached around her tiny waist, slipped my fingers underneath the elastic and walked the thong down her thighs. She rocked back into a squat, pressing my face into the sumptuous space formerly covered by her thong. My nose was hard against her and the scent of her wetness intoxicating. Rheannon took over on my bottom half, gathering and clutching my eggs in one hand and pulling her fingers down the length of my penis with the other hand. Quickly she turned my shaft and head into a rod and piston ready to fill even her expansive block. Cat slid her crotch across my face and leaned forward, lifting the fleshy lips of her crotch over my waiting mouth. She wiggled around and gracefully settled into the perfect position. I kissed and tongued her feverishly. We both started to moan – Cat from my hands plying her buttocks and my tongue swirling against her clitoris, and I from Rheannon stroking my throbbing penis, and the way she gripped my balls and kept pulling on them until my sack fully stretched and my balls screamed in agony and ecstasy. Even the fire lit room started fading, and I was barely conscious of the condom she'd rolled onto me. It was too much. I had to use the monster they'd created, before it burst. I lifted Cat's pelvis off my face and she dismounted. I rose up enough to brush my fingers across her face as she lay there waiting. Her brown eyes flashed with the firelight, then coyly looked away, spurring me on. I sat up and turned to her long length of lilting curves, and saw the little puff of black over Cat's vagina. I rolled onto her and she laid back against the rug. Her arms reached for my rippling shoulders and pulled me to her. Her knees lifted into the air and spread as she crossed her feet behind me. I glimpsed Rheannon silhouetted against the fire, peeling the spandex off her hips and thighs, down her calves and off her feet where it scrunched into a little black rag. My eyes wanted to soak her up as she exposed herself, but they closed when Cat took my outstretched penis in her hand and planted it between the lips of her vagina. The tip was already moist but now it swished around in the jelly sea gushing from Cat's opening. I pushed it in with one slow stroke as far as it could and our pelvises melted into each other. I grinded against her a little and pulled back so just the tip remained inside. On and on I kept plunging into her, back and forth and more until she started to cry out in a kind of bawling, like a cat crying in the night. When Cat fell silent again her eyes were closed and her mouth was forming Os as she took little gasps of air. I put my mouth against it and kissed her black lips. When I pulled away our lips stretched as the lipstick held them together for an instant. Then my penis came out of her, still hard-pointed, and I looked over at Rheannon. Halloween Treats The baby doll had stripped herself nude and was just sitting there waiting and watching as if the "catfight" would never end. Cat was writhing around a little on the rug and purring as I moved toward her sister goth. Rheannon looked into my eyes as the fire roared out of control behind her. She bit down on her lower lip for a moment, then her tongue inched between wine-colored lips, keeping my penis up. I slid toward Rheannon and squatted with my upturned dick wagging at her. She couldn't help but react. Her dark brows raised and she launched herself toward it, groaning as she did. "Uhhh," she went. And all I saw was her China doll haircut, her bare back arching over me and behind it the cleft of her butt against the fire. She hovered over me. Then her head dropped and her teeth slid down my shaft. I felt like losing my load right then, but I puckered and tried to hold it in. If Rheannon hadn't pulled her mouth off then I know I'd have come all over the place, but she let go for a second to pull a stray strand of hair out of her mouth. Then she went down on me again, ever harder. As she tried to take it all my penis blunted against the back of her mouth, the shaft flexed and I felt a momentary wave of pain get lost in the current coursing through me. Rheannon kept it up, angling her head to bury my dick in her throat. She would go down, sometimes crimping my dick a little, sometimes sucking it into her throat, then dig her teeth into the shaft and scrape up it as she came off. It was almost painful, and it kept me from coming as Rheannon got faster and crazier. Rheannon's teeth raking me like that made me feel like my dick was being eaten. Finally I had to pull away, as the painful pleasure seared my core like a burning fuse. I caught my breath and took her hands in mine. I guess I'd faded to black, too preoccupied to notice her breasts. But now face to face, her youth was out in all its glory. They were truly the size and shape of eggplants dripping off her chest. Her areolas looked small against nipples like miniature marshmallows. I pulled her on top of me and she instantly lifted her wide pelvis off me and hung there waiting for my entrance. I look into her eyes and a face that was full of pink expectation. With one hand I found my cock and flicked her slot with it a few times before seating it into her slit. Rheannon slowly took it all inside her. Instead of punishing me with her weight, she settled down on my pelvis like a big feather pillow. Her vagina gloved my cock perfectly too. Then she used those big thighs to push herself up and down on me like a stripper working a pole. I was learning not to underestimate Rheannon. She was building a bomb inside me that inched closer to detonation with each tender fall and rise of her pelvis. As the blazing fire warmed our legs, I propped myself up enough to at last have a go at Rheannon's breasts. They were bouncing up and down and quivering in between. I playfully slapped them around, making them quiver and shake even more. Rheannon giggled at my amusement, and started pumping my dick harder. Staring at those big button nipples and watching the flesh shimmy around them was pushing me to the brink. I wanted to hold on, to make her moan. M abs strained as I lifted close to her chest, but not close enough. Rheannon graciously leaned forward, serving her bouncy globes up to me on a platter. My lips latched onto one nipple and then the other as she rocked me hard and fast. I heard her breath growing short, and hoped she was as close to oblivion as I was. I put as much of her in my mouth as I could, and sucked those two cherries practically off her breasts. Rheannon started gasping, issuing sharp little yelps with each plunge of her pelvis onto my pulsing penis. And that was the kicker for me. I tried to squeeze it shut but hot semen spewed out as I let go and pushed back as hard as Rheannon was pushing into me. She let out a long "oh" and I saw her chest was pink as her face. I leaned back on my palms and saw Cat, who'd seen it all and was busy fingering herself. Rheannon regained her composure, still sitting on my dick as it downsized. Strands of hair stuck to her forehead. I looked down my flat abs to the junction of Rheannon and me, savoring the moment. And as it turned out, my Halloween treats had just begun.