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Trick Or Tryst

By: Jenny_Jackson



The old house on River Road creaked and groaned loudly, almost as if its elderly bones hurt. Nobody heard the sounds because the house was empty and had been since the last owners abandoned it in 1924. The grass had been taken over by straw grass and weeds. The bushes were over grown and scrapped against the clapboard siding. The screen door hung askew by one hinge and would soon be gone at the first winter wind.

Some people in the neighborhood claimed the house was haunted. Nobody knew for sure. The last owners packed their belongings into a truck and moved on to Seattle and never said a word. Still, the neighborhood wondered. Over the years, many stories had grown up about what old Mrs. Johnson called, "Strange happenings" around the house, but the kids in the neighborhood joked about it. It even became a test of courage to "run" the house as they called it.

A big, yellow moon rose low in the dark sky just above the trees surrounding the old house. The light from the moon bathed the property and surrounding neighborhood with a silvery glow. The evening sky was clear. The temperature was warm and had not yet dipped to the low 40's as was common in late October. But this night was special. 

Down the block near the corner of Juniper Lane, Jackie O'Donald held her hand over the phone in her bedroom. "Sally, are you ready to go yet? Bob is on his way."

"Just a minute," came the response from her room mate. "I'm almost done with Mr. Tidbits Western Civ assignment." Jackie had met Sally in Mr. Tidbits classroom. They both were wide-eyed freshman at the University. They became immediate friends. It wasn't long before they two moved in together at the apartment on Juniper Lane.

"Well, hurry up. Bob says people are already showing up for the party," Jackie called back.

Sally came into Jackie's bedroom and twirled around. "You like?" she asked smiling.

Jackie took in Sally's costume. Sally was dressed exactly like Jackie. The costumes consisted of a long, white gown of the sheerest rayon, ruffled at the neck and belted at the waist. Their brown hair had been dyed jet black. There faces were whitened with powder to offset the black eye liner they wore. Their lips were painted with fire engine red lip gloss. A small trickle of "blood" ran from the corners of their lips.

"Peeeerfect Vaaaampiresssss, Daaaalink," Jackie mimed the words.

The two women picked up their shawls from the hall tree in the corner and headed for the party. At the old house, Sally turned to Jackie.

"Wow. Wouldn't it be cool to run the old house on Halloween night? The guys the party will go just nuts when we tell them," she said enthusiastically.

"Yeah. That would be great. Let's do it."

The two danced up the four old wooden steps to the front door. "I bet it's locked," frowned Sally. She reached out and turned the knob and was surprised when the door swung open. The two women peered into the gloomy foyer. Sally turned and grinned. "Let's go." Sally stepped inside.

Many kids in the neighborhood had run the house over the years, tempting the ghosts and goblins. But even among the youngest, no one ever ran the house after dark. It was dark now. The two women looked at each other and shivered.

"Are you scared?" asked Sally.

"No. Are you?"

"No. Let's go."

Holding hands Jackie and Sally ran out of the foyer into the living room. The house creaked and groaned. The women laughed. 

"In here. What's in here?" laughed Sally as she ran toward the kitchen door. The kitchen was as old and decrepit as the house. Rust stained the old sink. The linoleum on the floor was worn nearly through. But it was the smell that made them stop. There was a musty smell almost like something dead and moldering under the floor. 

"Ewww, Let's go up stairs," said Jackie.

A moaning sound seeming came from the walls around the women.

"Did you hear that?" asked Jackie, looking around.

"That's just the sound of an old house. Let's go."

Up the stairs they went. The stair boards bent, groaned and cracked under their weight. Sally laughed wildly as she ran. At the top of the stairs they stopped. In front of them was a long hallway. Slowly they crept toward the first door. It was open and a very low sound of music came from within.

"I'll bet Bob and the others are here somewhere," said Sally with a grin. 

The two stepped quietly into a bedroom. The moon light shown through the window casting eerie shadows. In the middle of the room was an old brass bed with springs and mattress. Nothing else was in the room. 

The door slammed behind them. The women jumped, and then turned, laughing expecting to see their friends. No one was there.

"Is it just me or is it getting cold in here?" asked Jackie.

"Yeah. I'm getting cold too. Let's get out of here."

Jackie twisted and pulled on the door knob. The door was immovable. She tried again, this time she put her whole weight against the door. Still the door would not move.

"Sally, help me with this door. It's stuck."

Both girls pulled on the door.

Sally screamed, "What the fuck?"

Jackie looked at her questioningly.

"Something touched me," Sally said, looking around.

"Come on, Sally. You're imagining things."

"No. Something touched my breast," Sally said seriously.

Jackie pursed her lips. "Look. If you're going to freak out then help me get this door open and we'll just leave. Okay?"

Sally stared at Jackie.

"What?"

"Your breath. I can see your breath," Sally answered.

"Of course. It's bloody cold. Help me and we'll get out of here before we freeze."

A voice from behind the women said, "Ah. Lovely."

The two women turned in surprise. Before them stood an old man. By the look of his face he must have been in his 80's. But his clothes were very odd. He wore an old, gray suit with very wide lapels with a shirt that had a rounded "Dickey" collar and cravat. Jackie's impression was he looked like something from a 1940's "B" movie. But the most striking thing was he seemed to lack... substance?

"Wh... who are you?" the two women said together.

"I am James. This is my house. And who are you, pretty ladies?" he asked.

"Um. We live down the street. I'm Sally. She's Jackie. We were..."

"Oh. Well. Let's have a look at you," James said beckoning the women toward the moon filled window. "Yes. Very pretty. Very pretty indeed."

"Um. We just want to get out of here. But the door is stuck," Jackie said, a trembling in her voice.

"Yes. It does that," James answered, unconcerned.

James reached out and touched Sally's cheek. Sally seemed to swoon and took his hand. Then he touched Jackie's cheek.

Something came over both women. The looked around. The room seemed brighter. The old moldy smell seemed to have disappeared. And James - he seemed so much younger and almost handsome.

His arm went around the two women's waists as he guided them to the bed, no made with satin sheets and a down comforter. "Shall we sit a while?" Without knowing Sally and Jackie went to the bed and sat.

"Have you met my brother, John?" James asked?

"Yes they are beautiful, brother," said John seeming to come out of now where. He touched Jackie's arm. Jackie felt the touch. It was at first cold then seemed to warm quickly.

"Yes. They will do nicely," James said to John.

James bent over and kissed Sally's warm lips. It was as if a shock coursed through her. Her arms went around his neck and she pulled his body to her.

Jackie looked over John's shoulder to see Sally's body pressed against James while her own body pressed against John, her sex pressed hard against his leg, grinding against him. 

Both women were now in the throws of passion. Their lips hungrily searched for those of the man in their arms. The heat of passion grew moment by moment between their legs. They yearned to be filled with the manliness of their partners. They tore their costumes to expose their breasts to these men and hiked their skirts to expose their mounds to the men's hands.

Sally looked back at, Jackie. For just a moment it seemed Jackie was older somehow. Lines had grown at the corners of her mouth and crows feet at the corners of her eyes. But then the moment was gone and Sally buried herself again in the arms of her lover.

James hand went to that place between Sally's thighs and dipped into her wetness. A moan of pleasure escaped from her lips. Her hips thrust forward inviting his fingers. Her mouth covered his in an erotic exchange of soul.

Jackie screamed as John's cock penetrated deep into her pussy. Her ankles locked around his lower back and she met his every thrust. She lost all control as his cock stabbed deeper and deeper into her as if to touch her very being. Then she heard a cough. Looking over at Sally, there seemed to be a change coming over her. Her open mouth seemed to have grown wrinkles at the lip line. Her cheeks seemed to have sagged. Even as she met James every thrust she seemed to have grown more full bodied and... older? 

With a final thrust deep inside Jackie, John grunted and spewed his hot, stick cum. It burned as if by fire inside Jackie. But a good burn. A burn of life. A burn that drove her almost to the edge.

Sally was screaming as James came inside her. She too felt that burn. She too came near the edge of that great abyss as she locked her legs around James ass and joined him in orgasm.

The two women lay there, side by side and held hands. James went between Jackie's thighs and licked the cum that oozed out. Jackie's legs opened for him. Sally, likewise, opened her legs for John as he lapped the semen that ran down her ass.

Then it happened again. This time John rode Sally and James rode Jackie. But it was different. This time the men made animal growls as their cocks slammed hard into the women. Both women were screaming now in an odd mix of pleasure and pain. And a great tiredness was coming over them. Jackie glanced over at Sally. What she saw horrified her.

Sally had taken on a grayness about her. She seemed to grow older with each thrust. Sally stopped screaming and seemed to choke. Her tongue lolled at the corner of her mouth. Her eyes turned upwards until all Jackie could see were the yellowish whites.

Then Jackie's eyes rolled upwards and her heart began to pound slower as she slipped into unconsciousness.

The two men stood next to the bed looking at the women's corpses lying there. "Well made, John," James said.

"Yes. We've waited a very long time. But now we're free, my brother." The two men stepped back from the bed and, as the sky was reddening with dawn, seemed to shimmer for a moment then began to fade to nothingness.

*********************

The old house stood as it had for nearly a hundred years. An old house that groaned and moaned and held a dark secret. As in years past, nothing had changed. The kids still "ran" the house as they had for years. And young people did occasionally disappear never to be seen again. But that's not so different than any other place.

"Hey. The old house. It's Halloween. Let's run it for kicks," grinned Mark to his friend Martin.

"I don't know. It's a spooking old place. And you've heard the stories old Mrs. Johnson tells about it," Martin said with a grimace.

"Yeah. That's what makes it cool," Mark exclaimed as he climbed the stairs to the front door.

Two female apparitions smiled at each other as the old house creaked a welcome to its newest tenants.

Trick or Tryst



Thank you to my editor, c-whyte and to my proofreaders, kendo1 and rosezwild. This story wouldn't be half what it is without y'all. 

Disclaimer: The people and events depicted in this story are imaginary. Any resemblance to real people or situations is pure coincidence.

(Thank you to scouries for use of the following statement:)

This is an official entry in the 2006 Literotica Halloween Story Contest. The contest runs from Oct 1st – 22nd. The winners of this contest are decided solely by the votes of you the readers. Please enjoy what follows and then, please, take the time to vote.





Trick or Tryst



Trick or Tryst: A Boggle's Revenge

Kierlhyn loved Halloween. It was the time of year when people's imaginations ran wild. Anything was possible with enough preparation and dedication. Many of her friends threw elaborate parties, letting their creativity free in a bid to outdo each other. Of course it helped that her life surrounded her with artists from across the spectrum of genres.

Out of fairness to each other, and as the only way to truly rate and compare skills, the schedules were meticulously choreographed in order to keep from double booking. Unfortunately this didn't keep schedules from becoming a source of discontentment. In fact she was surprised Sophia agreed to allow her party tonight. No one ever wanted to follow directly on the heels of Burton's affairs. He was the technical director for a local theater and independently wealthy to boot. For sheer scope of scenery, props and special effects no one beat Burton. The other difficulty with following him was his tendency to save the best surprises for very late in the night, or more appropriately early in the morning. With little time to recover perceptions tended to be a bit jaded.

This year Burton's affair, his 'BA in Showmanship,' had a science-fiction theme. He rented out a warehouse, or possibly owned it, and divided the interior into three different rooms. Each room had a different style of sci-fi; the harsh corrosion of an industrial city-scape, the fine precise lines of a starship, and the bizarre flora of an alien landscape. The coup-de-grace came at four in the morning when the subtle, shifting shadows sprang to life. Half a dozen terrifying aliens, reviving the party in a rush of adrenaline charging the patrons.

Tonight Sophia reached for the opposite end of the spectrum, throwing a party where the theme was 'Dungeon Fantasy'. After a quick discussion with her friend, Kierlhyn decided on a warrior princess outfit. She favored it over the typical Amazon or barbarian as it covered much more of her skin while still preserving the sensuality of leather straps and taut flesh. She adjusted the strapless bodice slightly and scooped her breasts upward to fill out the cups more fully. Finally confident with her look she grabbed the sword leaning against the wall and headed out the door. While many would accept a fake or dulled sword, such would not do for her or her friends. If the hosts and hostesses went all out bedecking their themes then the patrons would do no less.

As the engine on her bike turned over she thought about the sword strapped to her back, wondering once again if she should have brought it. After all, if she ended up finding 'Mr. Right Now' it would be far more difficult to ride home if he had to arrange himself to wrap his arms around her waist and the sword. She finally admitted to herself the real reason she liked Halloween so much. It's the perfect excuse to dress as much like a whore as I can without people calling me one. She hated living in such a judgmental neighborhood. Just because she enjoyed the company of men, and women, she wasn't a slut or whore or any of the other cruel descriptions. She simply accepted her nature. Her friends all lived in another town because they refused to deal with the small minded, like her neighbors.

It was blessedly warm for late October, allowing her to ride her bike to the party while wearing so little. Even still, the wind whipping by raised goose bumps across her skin and tugged at her constricted nipples, pulling them tight. There is nothing better than a bike on a cool, but not too cold, night for preparing a woman for the hunt. She loved the way her nipples pressed and rubbed against the soft leather, the adrenalin of pure speed as she wove in and out of traffic, the hungry stares of men, and sometimes even women as her skirt twisted in the artificial breeze. Well, there is one thing better, she corrected herself as she dreamed of the ride home. Having someone perched behind her with their arms wrapped tight, their warmth spreading across her back, and perhaps even antagonizing her with pinches and prods as she tried to concentrate on the road.

Kierlhyn shuddered, taking deep breaths to slow her racing heart. She hadn't realized how much she was hoping to find someone until this moment. In her excitement even the bike, with the steady rumble of the engine between her legs, vibrated in tune with her desire. She was beginning to wonder if her car wouldn't have been a better choice. Probably. Although in the mood I'm in right now though I would never have gotten back home. I'd have dragged some poor fool out to the back seat! Her laughter flew away with the wind.

Knowing Sophia, there would be opportunity for debauchery should she truly feel the need. That was part of Kierlhyn's philosophy, not to deny basic desires or instincts. She approved of self control, after all there truly were times when everything was inappropriate, but there was a vast difference between control and denial. Tonight wasn't a business meeting, or even a brainstorming session, it was a party. Tonight was for relaxing; hooking up, not networking.

She smiled as she pulled off the main road and onto the dirt track. The directions had implied the party would be held in a cave outside of town and the path she was on looked promising. After a few minutes on the winding path, trees looming menacingly close to the road and spreading their limbs to block out most of the clear night's stars, she finally saw lights ahead. Kierlhyn wondered if power lines ran out this far for some reason or if Sophia brought in generators. She hoped only that any generators would be the newer, quieter, designs. Nothing spoiled a good theme party worse than the sound of roaring motors, drowning out the music and ambience.

She pulled around the last curve and the trees receded behind her, opening into a natural clearing by the side of the hill. There was a large opening she assumed would be the implied cave, on either side of which stood powerful fluorescent floodlights. The blinding white light served a double purpose. First, they lit the makeshift parking lot, allowing everyone the comfort of making sure their vehicles remained safe so far from civilization. The second purpose lay in their focus, by positioning the lights very particularly the opening in the hill could be seen but the contrast between light and dark prevented prying eyes from delving into the secrets within.

Kierlhyn parked her bike along the hillside, near the entrance. She stretched for a few moments, working free the slight tension of remaining in one position for so long, then adjusted her outfit. She laughed as she realized the show she had put on for all the staring people. Her right breast had almost worked its way free of the outfit, with the areola and part of her nipple peeking around the edge of the leather. As she readjusted her breasts in the tight cups she felt the familiar tingling warmth mix with the primal pulsing thrill that came from exhibitionism. There was something very satisfying about knowing people were watching, that their need was being driven by her actions. Every once in a while someone in her 'audience' would try to take things too far, but that's why she always made sure she was in control or had someone big around that she trusted.

The cave mouth was just as impenetrable from two feet away as it had been from twenty. Now the lights shone directly at her creating an intangible wall. She closed her eyes, hoping to block out the light and allow her night vision to adjust, unfortunately the lights were strong enough to seep through closed lids and prevent the full transition. Blind, she stepped forward and her world plunged into darkness.

She opened her eyes and the darkness remained for a moment before slowly resolving into a dim clarity. The rocky walls of the natural cave narrowed quickly into a short passage, lit only by the ambient light from the powerful spotlights outside. The end of the passage was barely visible due to a dim flickering source somewhere down the left hand fork. As she moved forward her vision cleared further, revealing the right hand passage had been blocked off with rough hewn wood panels tied together with what looked like petrified vines. Already Sophia was impressing with her attention to detail.

Kierlhyn turned down the left tunnel and more detail sprang into her vision as torchlight revealed itself much further down the seemingly natural corridor. The stone walls were uneven, smooth and moist with condensation. The grey and brown mottled stone seemed to shine as the orange, smokeless, flame flickered and played across the slick surface. Absently she brushed the clinging moisture away, onto her skirt, and began down the hallway. Within a few steps the first hint of sound whispered past her ears. Mixed with the still indiscernible murmur of voices was the fitting music of mixed strings and woodwinds. Sophia earned another handful of points by identifying period music and hiring musicians skilled enough to pander to a modern audience within the restrictions.

The airy music tickled at her core, sending a shiver through her strong enough that she stopped, her hand on the wall, to catch her breath. The humidity and carefully designed atmosphere conjoined, walking fine fingers across her senses to inflame the passions already building inside her. She pulled herself up, more determined than ever that she would find somebody at the party to enjoy the evening with. She strode forward purposefully, wiping away the condensation sticking to her hand as she stalked down the hall.

As she entered the main cavern the aroma of turkey and beef, potatoes and broth, wine and ale all assaulted her all at once. She looked in confusion at the division between corridor and cave and noticed intricately concealed vents designed to push air into the larger room, thereby keeping the heat and scent undetectable until she was virtually on top of the party. She couldn't tell if the vents were a natural occurrence or artificial device but it didn't matter. Either way Sophia had somehow found or prepared her site very carefully for stealth. That boded very well for her potential enjoyment. After all you don't need to hide unless you're planning nefarious plots. The thought made Kierlhyn smirk as she entered the room.

She looked around, surprised by the lack of people. In the room, not counting the musicians and caterers, were only a score or so of people. There had been at least that many cars, or more, in the parking lot. She was still pondering the discrepancy, and heading for the caterers, when Sophia noticed her, waved energetically and jogged over. A musky perfume drifted before the hostess and Kierlhyn once more found it hard to breath as the pressure built greater urgency. "Kier!" In her inebriation the nickname ended up coming out as one syllable rather than the normal two. "I was hoping you'd make it. And I'm so glad you chose that outfit. I always did like that show. So much subtext."

Kierlhyn wasn't sure what she was talking about but smiled and nodded anyway. "I like yours as well." It was supposed to be small talk, polite compliments for the dutiful hostess, but she realized that she really did like the woman's outfit. She wore an outfit entirely made of semi-translucent leaves of varying colors and sizes. Each of them appeared to be connected to the outfit by a single point as they fluttered about with each movement. As the pieces shifted and fluttered across bare skin Kierlhyn was fascinated, wondering how each could move independently while somehow maintaining cohesion. Every shift hinted at revealing the woman's entire body in all its splendor yet never did she so much as glance the tender pink flesh she found herself gravitating towards.

"It's the height of forest elven attire. Comfortable, flamboyant and provocative."

Kierlhyn nodded absently still watching the leaves and hoping for them to shift again. "That it is." She shook her head suddenly, clearing the growing lust. It was far too early for such thoughts. A true event needed to be savored, using the anticipation to build and entice the eventual tryst. "How did you possibly find this place. The setting alone is enough to rival Burton's last night."

"Oh don't worry, there are activities and surprises that should help to fully rival the party last night. That's why I volunteered for tonight." Kierlhyn assumed Sophia had been talked into taking the night. She would never have expected to ask for it. If she managed to pull this off with even half the 'ratings' that Burton received her status would be vaulted very high. If she even came close to his then her status could rival his for sheer bravery. It was an intricate game of social warfare that Kierlhyn avoided except to partake in the various bounties presented.

Sophia waved towards the nearby food. There was something in the smile that accompanied the action that unnerved Kierlhyn at the same time that it caused her depths to knot in anticipation. She hurriedly turned to the caterer, selecting some turkey and a steaming bread bowl filled with a thick stew. While she enjoyed the company of women she had never felt a reaction so strongly towards one. For that matter she couldn't think of the last time she'd felt anything so strong towards a male lover. What had started the evening as a wayward desire, to be fulfilled if the opportunity arose, shifted into full blown necessity shortly after entering.

She took a bite of the flavorful stew. It has to be the atmosphere. I'm reacting to the simpler time with simple needs. It didn't seem quite that easy but it was the best explanation she had. It couldn't have been some air-borne aphrodisiac, since the room was clearly separated from the corridor by the vents. She sighed and simply accepted the fact that her schedule had prevented her from indulging for far too long. She'd contemplated finding someone the night before but that simply wasn't done at Burton's parties. There was always too much chaste anticipation to devote time to such carnal pursuits. The sexual potential of the terror he presented at last night's party would have been perfect if someone accompanied her. Without having sought someone ahead of time, she'd simply left energized. Maybe that's it. Burton pulls something potentially erotic for the first time in his career and I couldn't share the effects.

Kierlhyn took her plate and wandered over to one of the benches that ran along either side of the two solid tables, filling a quarter of the spacious cave. As she sat she watched the costumes flow around the room. Barbarians and rogues, nobles and elves, so many dressed as the 'beautiful people' of legends. She started, noticing a large man, nearly naked except for scabrous theatrical effects covering his body bravely emulating a troll. Once he caught her attention she began to notice a handful of much smaller, probably around her height of five foot three, men dressed and made up as some form of orc or goblin. She smiled, vowing to compliment each in turn for the bravery of their selection. Too often they likely heard excuses of 'remaining in character' in order to avoid conversations. Those people simply couldn't understand the artistry in the antagonistic characters.

As she ate, using her knife to stab the fowl and carry it to her lips, she pondered the warmth of the room. She knew caves and such generally maintained a comfortable climate year-round but this one was almost radiating heat. Once finished eating she wandered the room, searching out the source. She finally found the well concealed fire roaring and sheltered behind the band's raised dais. The heat reflected out from the corner and remained trapped within the room by the same vents that disguised the scent from the hallway. However the warmth was of secondary interest by the time she discovered it, for not too far from the musicians sat another, much smaller corridor.

As Kierlhyn approached the dark maw Sophia appeared beside her. "I see you've found the passage to greater things." Kierlhyn's breath caught and pulse raced in response to the woman's sultry contra-alto voice. Her eyes focused on the slightly pouting lower lip, caught lightly between pearly teeth. She shuddered as she lifted her gaze to crystalline eyes that whispered shy insecurities.

"Is that where the other guests are?" At Kierlhyn's question the endless pools became nervous, almost as if to ask if the question lead to trouble. Unable to bear the accusation she hurried on. "I just noticed there were more cars out front than people here." Her hand swept out to encompass the room.

"Within and beyond reside the activities and surprises. Some are staying here for now, filling themselves with the music, food and alcohol before wandering on to the real entertainment." The nervousness slowly shifted to something unidentifiable, some hunger that made Kierlhyn's insides clench in ways that weren't all entirely pleasurable.

Kierlhyn tried to keep her voice light as she responded, prey instinct tugging against primal desire. "Burton'll want to kill you if you manage to outdo all this," once again she motioned to the cavern, "too much in there."

"He's already gone ahead and seems to be having a grand time." For some reason she could not explain the comment did more to aggravate Kierlhyn's nerves than assuage them. "Come, let me show you around." As Sophia placed a hand on the small of her back, Kierlhyn arched in satisfaction. Sophia wasn't above debauchery and as 'elven' hand ran up 'warrior' spine Kierlhyn wondered if the other woman was trying to coax her as effectively as she was.

Kierlhyn found herself moving forward, guided by soft touches from behind. The passage was very narrow and the walls damp, although the moisture seemed different; more like water than the cloying condensation of the outer corridor. Most of the light fled the tunnel instantly as her body blocked it. The farther she traveled the less snuck around her to reveal the path ahead until suddenly she realized she stood in complete darkness. The feminine touch returned after a moment, this time much lower, half cupping her butt through the leather strap skirt. Her heart leapt to her throat, cutting off breath, as every muscle seized with desire.

Light glimmered far off. There was the faint haze of torchlight from somewhere ahead. Kierlhyn struggled to find her breath through lungs held tight by strangely powerful need. As they moved the hand slid deftly between the layered leather strips and under the lace thong to rest against bare skin. The hand, damp from the moisture of the walls, faced downward, Sophia's middle finger slipping enticingly into the cleft. Kierlhyn's skin tingled with the contact, responding to the hostess' suggestive play. The light grew brighter, the walls more distinct, and the hand moving further down trailing the delightfully enervating sensation. Just as she reached the end of the tunnel, an opening into another large room, the still-moist finger shifted angle and plunged into the unprotected depths from behind.

Kierlhyn froze at the threshold as a powerful blaze spread instantly through her violated muscles. Every nerve within inches of the contact flared to life. Despite years of experimentation this was truly a new sensation. Had Sophia discovered some new technique to be used against her dear friend? Part of her mind rebelled against the exultant touch determined that something was wrong, but the nature of the discrepancy eluded Kierlhyn's lust fogged mind. The finger reluctantly retreated allowing her motion once more. Strangely the sensation failed to recede, pulsing now in time with her own heartbeat.

Kierlhyn stumbled into the cavern followed closely by Sophia. The room was considerably smaller than she first assumed as her perception readjusted from the narrow confines of the tight crevice leading into it. At the near end of the cave was another, much smaller, fire and along the walls stood out more of the amazingly smokeless torches. The flames danced and reflected off of the glistening walls making the very rock seem to breath and sigh. At the far end stood a tripod, sporting a high quality digital camera attached to a laptop resting on a folding chair. The subject of the camera's attention appeared to be a series of chains secured to a wooden frame by feeding through very solid looking eyelets. The entire arrangement suggested a vertical rack of simplistic design.




Trick or Tryst



"Where is everybody?" Kierlhyn noticed a definite lack of exits in the living walls.

"Just beyond the camera is another passage." Kierlhyn squinted, adjusting her eyes to the odd lighting. Finally the edge of the small opening caught her attention, allowing her to trace the entire portal through concentration. "Before we go farther everyone gets their picture taken on the rack. I've got a printer in the side room, blocked off near the entrance so everyone leaves with a souvenir."

Kierlhyn moved eagerly to the makeshift rack, investigating it thoroughly. The wood frame consisted of little more than a rectangle to hold the chains at each corner. The chains were sufficiently real, more than enough to hold any of the guests she expected to attend. She spun back to the hostess, her legs nearly buckling as the powerful, unyielding, sensation responded to her flexing butt. This time she noticed the effect had spread slightly, almost reaching into other, more enticing, depths.

As focus once more returned Sophia stood inches away, holding a manacle in her hands. Kierlhyn found her arm extended, offering itself to the clasp. Her breath was shallow as first one, then the other wrist was encased in cold iron, her ankles quickly following suit. She staggered backwards as Sophia began to pull on the chains attached to her legs until her back touched the wall. Next moved her arms. As the adjustments stole her balance she toppled forward until the taut chains held her at an angle. Slowly she was pulled upright once more, followed by her arms begin pulled up and outward. Once fully extended the chains somehow locked in place, allowing Sophia to return to the legs, spreading them wider until her arms held her aloft. Intense concentration allowed her to hold the position comfortably, the cool slick wall helping to relax her.

As Sophia secured the various chains and moved to the camera Kierlhyn noticed the inferno of desire spreading rapidly to her extremities as the bondage played suggestive tunes across her stressed body. Her mind reeled from the intensity. She barely noticed the flash or the slow release of her legs, however as the tension against her arms began to release she noticed. Pressed against the wall, the back of her skirt lifted and the smooth, moist, stone sent cascades of unexplainable delight roaring through her veins. As the cuffs were released she practically collapsed into the warm embrace before her, the condensation covering every inch of her back the only feeling she could cling to.

Her eyes opened as she resisted the desire, the need calling out to her. "Greetings. You must be Kierlhyn. Sophia has told me so much about you." The person holding her was not Sophia. Instead one of the small men dressed as a goblin or some similar creature had caught her. "My name is," he paused slightly, "Andrew would be the closest in your language I suppose." Now that he mentioned it she noticed the hint of an accent.

Kierlhyn finally found her breath enough to speak. "I wanted to compliment you all on your choice of costumes. It takes conviction and courage to dress as orcs." She decided to guess the larger and generally more respected antagonist as a compliment rather than run the risk of insult by denigrating their choice. From the delighted laugh she decided her compliment was taken as intended.

"Actually I'm a boggle rather than orc, however I can see where the confusion would occur. We are the lesser known cousins of the brutes Tolkien made so famous. Not so strong but well versed in other areas." With the emphasis virtually her entire body responded, clenching with a need so great she sagged into his arms. "Shall I help you to see what other surprises await you?" She nodded, unable even to catch her breath.

As he guided her towards the exit she realized it was far larger than she first thought, being easily six feet tall and five feet wide. There was enough room, barely, for her to lean against his shoulder. She looked back and noticed Sophia trailing behind almost dutifully. There was a strange look on the woman's face, as if she were desperate for approval from the man, while still being jealous that he held another woman. Although Kierlhyn's rapidly slowing reasoning refused to determine whether the woman was jealous of her for being by his side or he for holding her. Perhaps both, or maybe it was all in her mind.

As he led her through the corridor his hand trailed up and down her side. The constant unexplained tingle raging through her body erupted wherever his light touch landed. Somehow, in ways she couldn't explain, she knew that he was the cause of those ambient sensations. From the moment she entered the side cave he began to play upon her body as tune of pure arousal, without seeing or even knowing her. He wanted her, and Sophia wanted her, but Sophia needed him. Kierlhyn knew she didn't need anyone, she wasn't even sure she wanted either of them, but her body cried out for more in such a way that she didn't know if she could resist. His power of ecstasy remained a palpable force to be reckoned with.

He was intent and patient in guiding her, allowing her to close her eyes and focus on herself. She moved inward, seeking not the core that he stoked and inflamed but the center of her being. She moved to the heart but found it beating in time with his desire. Her lungs barely moved, only spastically as the touch forced a gasp or moan from her. She retreated up her throat to find her head. Her mind was swathed in a cottony fog. The base of her spine, where the primal clusters perched, was his as surely as her heart and lungs. It was here she discovered the truth. This small portion of the brain, atrophied in favor of so-called 'reason,' remembered his kind and the havoc they wrought through the enslavement of their blessed kiss, an enslavement most freely embraced once tasted.

She moved up and forward, searching for the part that remained true and whole. The part that knew to look or else fall to the boggle's will. There, buried deep in the ridges of her brain, resided her true nature. Yes, she was a creature who embraced desire but also one who never let it control her. She opened her eyes, her sight much cleared.

All around the room, hanging from carefully carved walls and columns, laying chained to pedestals and altars, and hanging from extrusions in the ceiling, were the remaining guests. Each held the glazed look of one beyond orgasm. On every scantily clad and nude body glistened the horrendous saliva, capable of sapping will through pleasure, the ultimate euphoric intoxicant.

All insight fled rapidly as molten desire flowed a course up her inner thigh. Sophia crouched before her, incalculable hunger flowing from her eyes as slick fingers moved along Kierlhyn's defenseless flesh. Hands reached the lace thong and traced the fabric up, along sensitive nerves. Where moist digits moved instant need pursued. As the woman closed towards her ultimate goals the pressure stretched electric fingers across and beneath her skin. Where they reached muscles clenched and nerves fired, sending Kierlhyn closer and closer to beautiful oblivion.

The caged core deep within her mind burst forth. She controlled her desires. She staggered back and away a moment before her temple's last, lacy, protection could be compromised. Shallow beams of perception were all Kierlhyn was permitted to observe by her traitor body. These narrow tunnels remained enough for action. An arm raised to her shoulder, finding the reassuring presence of the harsh braided steel covering the hilt of her sword.

Such a simple act as drawing it from its sheath threw her into an unsteady spin. She caught herself at last facing a the gaping boggle. She stalked slowly forward, fighting the screaming need of her body. She focused her will on the monster, acutely aware that each step shifted her thong, drawing the cursed fluid farther and farther underneath the fabric and towards her damnation. She watched the long thin tongue, like the tail of some blood red snake, whip out in a frenzied panic.

Up came her arm, close enough now to strike. She doubted she maintained the strength for a killing blow, and held no delusions she could hold her will together for more than a hit, or two, at most. Her only hope was for a serious enough wound that the beast would bleed to death. For where would a creature such as this trust a hospital.

The sword dropped from nerveless fingers as she was rudely spun. There, grasping her hips with aphrodisiac soaked hands, knelt Sophia. Her eyes were wide with desperate fear as she looked at Kierlhyn, imploring her to succumb. Slowly thumbs burned an ecstatic trail inward.

Pain blossomed and Kierlhyn looked down in shock. When the night began she dreamt of being filled, but the four foot length of steel thrusting from her ribs was more a nightmare she failed to understand. Her mind playing tricks as her body spasmed in exultation. She fell to her knees realizing the metaphor for what it was. Beauty so pure it hurts as she thrusts her fingers in me. That must be the lesson of her mind's eye.

Her body continued to writhe against the sensations flowing freely from her body. "But master, you said you wanted me to choose one which you could watch me enjoy." The memorable contra-alto voice could barely be heard through the beat of her own heart.

"You must choose another my pet. This one was too dangerous to keep. Somehow she fought through my powers which cannot be permitted of my slaves."

"No my master. We must keep you safe as well as happy."

Kierlhyn could no longer see the source of the voices through the black shroud. Her ears confounded her and her brain refused to reveal what it knew. Perhaps this darkness was all just a dream. A horrible, painful dream. The distracting pounding in her ears was finally slowing, weakening. That's it. It's all a dream and I should just sleep. Sleep. Everything...will make...more sense...when...I...wake...The drum beat its last, sliding Kierlhyn into silence.

This is an entry in the 2006 Halloween contest. If you enjoyed it please vote and tell your friends. If you did not, please contact me to let me know where I could use improvement. Thank you for reading. Make sure to check out more Halloween contest stories. 



Trick or Tryst



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This is part of story series that I'm writing for my Hawaii Five-O site. In this tale Dan Williams is a happily married man to Caterina, with a pair of four-year-old twins. For purposes of this story, you should know that Caterina calls her husband 'Dannya', and she is planning on having some fun with him. Of course, he is Daddy to his twins.

For those of you who do not know or remember what Dan Williams looked like, here is his description: Dan keeps his very masculine five-foot-eight body fit. His legs are very muscular, his arms strong and he has the ability to make a woman swoon with his tender touch. Women found it difficult not to run their hands over his buffed and well tanned body when he was single. He had an air of authority about him, yet an easy going personality that fit in so evenly.

Dan's expressive youthful face was highlighted by his vividly blue eyes and a head of curly blonde hair. Over his masculine chest, the same light colored hair pecks out of his shirts when the top buttons were undone. He had a very engaging, confident, and sexy smile that made people feel very at ease.

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Halloween was fast approaching and everyone in the Williams family was looking forward to Halloween. Dan was looking forward to the Police Academy's Halloween party this year because he was scheduled to be there. His job as second in command of Five-O team may require him to be there, but the big reason he was thrilled was due to his ability to spend time with his wife. For the past couple of months Caterina had been putting the final touches on this year's party. As a result, the Disc Jockey was hired to play the music, there were elaborate decorations, and the delectable food and beverages were arranged for, along with everything else that goes with a Halloween party.

Dan believed part of his wife's eagerness for Halloween was caused by their twins, who kept talking about their possible costumes. They were very excited abut the fact they were going trick or treating this year with Uncle Steve. He laughed at the thought of Steve taking the twins around his apartment building in their costumes.

Caterina was going all out with both of their costumes, which she promised would be fantastically sexy. With the party just a week away, Dan still had no idea what she had up her sleeve as far as a costume for him. He knew she had hidden it somewhere, but he had been unsuccessful in finding it thus far.

* It's something that will drive the ladies crazy, or at least drive your wife crazy,* he remembered a wicked glint in her eyes as she told him. Smiling to himself, Dan thought about something that would drive his wife wild. * The costume most likely would fulfill one of her sexual fantasies. Which fantasy does she want me to help her realize this time? * That idea was a little arousing to think about, but it would have to be something he could wear in public without it being too embarrassing. He was determined to find out what she had in mind for him so he could prepare himself for the party.

The last several weeks things had been slow in the Five-O office. It was a nice break for everyone. Even Caterina's schedule had lightened allowing the Williams Family to spend time together, such as long dinners without interruptions, Daddy reading to the twins before bedtime, playing ball in the backyard, and going swimming.

It also left time for Dan to be extra loving and attentive to Caterina, something he always loved to do. This slow time meant he could help her out by doing some of the running around for the big Halloween party. He was actually looking forward to the party, and the close romantic dancing, something that they had not been able to do in a long time and he missed it. He loved to dance cheek to cheek to his wife, with her body rubbing against his. Just the thought of having her in his arms for that kind of dancing was getting him hot and bothered.

Finally, he had a day off after three weeks of nonstop working. With the bomber in jail for threatening to blow up the high schools all over the Island of Oahu, he could fulfill his promise he had made to Catie by running around doing some odds and ends for the party. But mostly he wanted to search the house for his costume without letting his wife know about it.

* I know she hid it around here somewhere. * With a curious look in his bright blue eyes, he stood looking around the living room with hands on his hips. * Now where would that crazy wife of mine hide it? * Methodically, he scrutinized his home just as he would a crime scene. The only exception was he knew how his wife hid things, but then again, that fact may not be helpful this time. Of course, he made sure everything went back where it belonged. As he searched the living room, he discovered several misplaced toys that belonged to his four-year-old twins, DJ and Guinevere. He also found some storybooks and other miscellaneous items that belonged to them. Dan put these items into a large round wicker basket that Caterina always kept in the hall closet for this type of clean up. Toting the basket into the twin's room, he put the items away. * That should score extra points with Catie, * he reflected.

Once he was in the twins' bedroom, he started to put the various items where they belonged and found what could only be a piece of his costume. * This is a weird item to be in DJ's closet. It's too large for him and seems large enough for me. * It was shiny black cape with a stand-up collar, and red satin lining, just his size. Dan looked at the cape, admiring it as he decided to try it on. After fastening the collar, he followed through with putting his right arm up and around his face just under his eyes the way Bela Lugosi did staring as Dracula.

Chuckling to himself, he muttered the famous Dracula line into the mirror, "I vant to drink your blood." Then it hit him as he saw himself. "That's it!" he exclaimed. "She's going to have me dress up as Dracula!" He laughed at the idea and thought of all the fun of playing Dracula. He could sneak up on his wife from behind to bite her on neck in the spirit of the character.

In addition to that he thought, * My hands could creep up the sides of her sexy, well developed body to her ample breasts under her blouse to play with those fantastic nipples. * The idea of using the cape with him fully naked underneath, to seduce Caterina was arousing as he felt the tightness in his crotch. This inspiration was driving him crazy, which heated up his desire to a higher pitch as his hand rubbed against the fabric of his trousers with his growing hardness.

In his minds eye, he pictured he would take Caterina down to the beach, near the water's edge to watch the sunset. He would slowly remove her clothes, as she was laid on the blanket, fully in her splendid glory in the last of the evening rays.

All he had on was the Dracula cape, emphasizing his erection. He would get down on his knees between his lovers legs, waiting for entrance into her . . . 

The phone started to ring in the other room, waking him back to reality. "Damn it. With my luck, it's Steve." Dan went for the phone but it stopped ringing just as he reached it.

Dan took the cape off, heading back to the twins' room. Once there he carefully put it back into the closet where he had found it. * If I'm going to be Dracula, there has to be more evidence of it around the house somewhere to support this deduction. * Dan thought as he finished tidying the books and toys on the lower shelves. While putting the more breakable items back on the top shelf, he found a few unusual things. There was a pair of vampire teeth wrapped in plastic and make-up for Dracula. The top-shelf was a place that only his mischievous wife could have put them. Dan needed the stepladder in order to see what might be on the top shelf and there he found a note.

Hello Dannya,

If you are reading this, you think you know what you're wearing to the costume party at the Academy, but you're wrong. The Dracula look is going to be for Steve. After all, Dracula was tall, with black haired chap. Nice try though.

Love,

Caterina

"Damn." Dan was getting frustrated at not being able to find out what costume his loving wife was planning for him. He carefully put the note and all the items back on the shelf, along with a few other items that needed to be kept out of the twins' reach.

Daddy finished cleaning the twins' room by putting clean sheets on their beds, knowing it needed to be done. * I know I wanted a few extra hours of sleep this morning and it has been nice to be in the house by myself, but I wish Catie had left the twins here instead of taking them to day care. * Daddy did wish his little ones were under foot as he put the finishing touches on the beds with their dolls and toys before heading for the study. He was back in the twins' room a minute later with the vacuum cleaner. * Might as well finish up in here. * Dan always liked to have his home neat and clean, but with a pair of four-year-olds running around all the time, it was not always easy to keep it that way.

After he returned to the study, he started to search again, only to find a couple of new receipts Caterina had accumulated recently by purchasing some clothes for the twins and other odd and ends for the house. A half hour later, he finished searching the study and had even vacuumed the whole room without finding anything else.

* Let's see, I've checked the living room, the twins' room, and the study. Now where??? * Dan became conscious of the fact that he was getting hungry. Leaving the study, his growling stomach reminded him it was about noontime. He headed to the kitchen and the refrigerator. * Let's see what is in here to eat. * He spotted some of the left over lasagna noticing there was only enough for their lunch.

* Of course, Catie must have taken some for her lunch. If she can have some for lunch, so can I, * he realized. Taking it out, he put it into the microwave to heat it up. He got himself some iced tea and a fork as he thought about being Dracula at the academy Halloween party.

"What's wrong with my being Dracula, just because Frank Langella was tall; Bela Lugosi was about my height. The only thing wrong with me is my blue eyes and blond hair," he said looking at his reflection in the glass of the microwave. "Hmmm, a black wig or some of that temporary hair color could be used," he said combing his fingers through his curly hair. "There's nothing wrong with Dracula having curly blond hair." The microwave beeped at him, so he reached for the potholders and took out his lunch before sitting down at the kitchen table.

He sat down at the table with his lunch, looking up at the three by four foot portrait of Caterina hanging over the fireplace in the living room and sighed deeply. It was portrait of them from their honeymoon, in a very loving embrace with a mountain in the background. He remembered they were standing on the beach with the mountain in the distance because they just hiked down it. Caterina was dressed in a halter top with cut off blue jeans. Her hair was in a ponytail and her cheeks had a touch of sunburn on them. Dan, on the other hand was in an open tan shirt with jeans with a ball cap on. Their arms were around each others' waist, with a touch of sexy smile on both of their lips.

* Oh my love, what an evening we had, * he reflected on what Caterina was like then. Caterina could offer any man plenty to appreciate with her mind and beauty both inwardly and outwardly. But he was lucky to be the one to have won her heart because she was a woman who was his equal at work and at home. He had known her since her sixteenth birthday, but he never imagined that he would fall in love her. It was beside the point that she was his boss' cousin.

Those shapely long legs could catch any man's eye because they were sexy and strong at the same time. He always loved watching her walk away from him with those shapely long legs, with her hips wiggling. Then again, he also enjoyed seeing her walking towards him with her wavy blonde hair blowing in the wind. Her hair had some lovely elements of red, flowing shapely down over her shoulders and framed her lovely face. Her blue eyes always sparkled when she was in a very cheerful mood and a bit mischievous. This was enjoyable because of the fact that he could easily look straight into her eyes when they were in their loving embraces. But those same eyes could become deadly daggers when she got angry, upset or, God forbid, pissed off.

Caterina's smile was warm and suggestively inviting. It always made Dan want to be with her warm naked body wrapped tight in an embrace. Her beautiful large frame was kept in magnificent shape, which she needed for her job as a cop. Her shape was enhanced by very succulent breasts.

Caterina's warm and caring spirit told anyone she loved her life and gave as much as she could to him and their children. She was helpful with others when they asked it of her, but their family had always come first with her.

Dan began to recall that night and the scene in the Dracula movie where Frank Langella made love to his queen to be, with the bright red light highlighting their love making scene. This memory of how horny it made Caterina started up his arousal again. He remembered how she had started to moan softly as Dracula entered the room with Lucy starting to open her night gown. This was the first time they had seen the movie together on a VHS tape and it had been one of the most romantic evenings in their relationship before getting married.

There they were on the couch in his apartment watching the movie, when Caterina's hands started to roam up his legs, getting closer and closer to his crotch. With her fingers, she began to lightly tap his tight jeans. His penis started to twitch, until it sprung to full erection as her fingers touched his balls. A slow moan started up from his edgy erection to his throat.

* Oh how I wanted to pick you up and take you over to my bed, but I didn't want to violate you that way. I've always treasured you, above all costs, especially since you were the lady I wanted to marry, * Dan reminisced.

With the picture of that night clear in his mind, he remembered that it was not until she opened his belt buckle with one hand and worked at his zipper with the other that he had problems. He tried to stop her, but then his own sexual drive would not let him. Before either of them knew it, they were on the floor, fully naked. His hand slid over her soft white breasts causing the nipples to become taut and perky. They summoned him to suckle them, one by one, inch by inch. She moaned as his tongue flicked over the nipple, with her body wanting more of the same. Her hands reached up to wiggle her fingers into his curly hair.

His teeth scraped against her tender skin causing her to moan even louder. She cried, 'Take me. Please, take me.' With those words, he pushed her legs apart, revealing the wetness that awaited him. He shifted his body between her legs, raising them over his hips to position his hard cock at the entrance of her lips. Slowly, he moved into her, pushing through her swollen lips, down the passage until he hit a wall. He was about to push harder when he realized that she was still a virgin, causing him to stop in mid-stroke. Dan looked down, in shock that he was about to take a virgin in the most unromantic way. He pulled out of her quickly sitting back on his heels.

"Why didn't you tell me?" he exclaimed.

She was coming down from her sexual high, topped off with disappointment. "Does it matter? All I know is I want you," Caterina said, reaching up to touch him as she sat up.

Dan got up pulling Caterina with him to lead her into the bedroom. Together they lay down on the bed in a tender embrace, with their bodies entwined with each other. As tightly as they were cuddling together, as much as Dan wanted to take all her way, he could not do it. His fingers caressed her skin making her moan and move closer to him and his body responded to the advancement of her body. Just as he was about to enter her wet passage again, he pulled away from her. He rolled away from her tossing her, his robe to cover herself up.

* Oh yes, that was a wonderful night, regardless that we didn't go all the way. Oh my, just thinking about that night can still get me excited. * He remembered it fondly. A few months later, a night of his choice, with romantic candle lighting around the pool, a full moon in the sky, a cool breeze coming off the ocean, she gave him the present of her virginity.

Several months later, they were lying on the double width, padded lounger in a romantic embrace. He was laying on his side as his fingers started to undo her buttons, one by one, revealing her sweet breasts to him. She was cooing in his ear each time his fingers touched her warm skin. As the blouse was opened, he pulled it off her shoulders. She sat up just enough to pull her blouse off all the way and tossed it aside. Her fingers worked at opening his tie to pull it out from under his collar. With the tie falling onto her breasts, she started to open the buttons of his shirt to reveal the curly chest hair which her finger tips began to get tangled in.

He came back swiftly to the present day, with the family dog barking. He shook his head to clear it and went to the sliding doors to see what Lord Skye was barking at. Nothing that he could see was unusual. He stopped by the coffee table in the living room to get the newspaper to read while eating his lunch. * I haven't been able to just sit and read like this in I don't remember how long. * He smiled thinking about the reasons why there was never peace and quiet to read his paper or even a book, except late at night. One just had to look around the kitchen and dining room area to see that his house was a home with kids in it. * Yes, * he thought, * this is a home, MY Home. * There were pictures drawn or colored by the twins on the refrigerator and toys lying under the dining room table where DJ and Guinevere had been playing for the last couple of nights because of the heavy rains.

Before Dan knew it, he had finished reading the entire newspaper while he polished off his lunch. * Wow, I haven't read the paper and eaten that peacefully in years. * Thinking about it, he considered, * When was the last time? Maybe it was when I was first married? * That was when he became conscious of the fact that the house was peaceful and quiet. * As much as I'm enjoying this quiet time, I prefer to have my kids around to bug me. Listening to their mother complaining about them doing something wrong or praising them for what they did right them doing something wrong or praising them for what they did right. * He chuckled at idea of wanting the noise of his twins. * When did this all happen? I usually want this peace and quiet. * He rubbed his chin with his forefinger chuckling. * Who really cares when it happened? The point is I'm a family man. *

Even though the lasagna was as good as it was last night, it was not as enjoyable as it had been when he had eaten with his family the previous evening. Dan thought about how he had truly become a family man and loved it. Sure, he complained at times about this or that, but he loved being a husband, a dad, and a cop. He finished his lunch, put the dish in the dishwasher, and finished cleaning up the kitchen. While he cleaned, he started his search once again, not finding anything that did not belong. Upon finishing in the kitchen, he turned on the dishwasher and headed for the dining room.




Trick or Tryst



At the dining room table, he stooped down, looked under the table to see what was there and by moving around part of the blanket, and some other items, he discovered half-eaten cookies, candy and other food items. Of course, there was the family dog, sleeping with a stuffed toy for a pillow. Lord Skye moved off to get comfortable on the couch watching his master moving around the table.

Dan moved the chairs out of the way, pushed the table over about three feet, and picked up everything he could. After getting that part done, he went for the vacuum he left by the study doorway. Some time later, he put the table back where it was and rebuilt the small tent with a clean blanket and pillowcases on the pillows. The kids would not realize their little tent had changed until they went looking for the missing cookies and candy. Dan put the unopened candy and cookies into the dining room closet, when he noticed that the candy Caterina had hidden there was half missing.

"This is just wonderful; Catie or the kids have been raiding the candy. I knew Catie would raid it herself, but she'll replace it in time," he chucked to himself. Dan moved the candy to another closet in the study so not even Catie would know where it was until Halloween.

Dan finished searching the dining room without finding his own costume but he did find where Caterina had hid the children's costumes. What he imagined in his mind's eye made him happy that he had such a wonderful family. Dan smiled, picturing his twins in their outfits – DJ as Darth Vader and Guinevere as a little princess in blue. He could not wait for them to walk into the Five-O office with Catie. Together they would show them off to the others, heading for Uncle Steve's office last. He only hoped that things would not get heated up and prayed no emergency would pop up requiring or demanding his attention. With a conditional promise, Steve had given him the afternoon off. This would be a wonderful surprise for his family, if it worked out.

Moving on to the hall closet he discovered a new dress for his wife, a beautiful silvery white evening gown with crystal beads all over the front of the bodice of the dress and crystal beads going around to the back of the dress at the waist and neck line, as well as the front of the dress edges. He looked at the evening gown noticing the front of the dress was halter style, with a keyhole style opening that would go down to her cleavage. The dress had a matching back with the keyhole going half way down her back.

* Catie will look beautiful in this gown, and I'll enjoy dancing with her looking so fantastically sexy, * Dan thought about it as he took a couple of dance steps and turned with the gown in his arms as if it was his wife. "Oh yes, I would enjoy the pleasure of this dance, Mrs. Williams," he remarked as he put the gown carefully back where he found it.

Heading down the hallway, he thought of the days when Catie had worn the most beautifully tasteful backless dresses. There was the night they went to formal dance at the Governor's Mansion. She wore a long forest green gown with spaghetti straps which showed off her beautiful shoulders and her hair up in a French twist. On another occasion she wore a hot burgundy halter style dress with a low cut back which revealed her upper back and shoulder blades. Of course, the best outfit would always be her bikini on the private beach in the evening at sunset. * OH, when Catie wore those beautiful bikinis that barely covered her astounding breasts and tied in the back, with the hip hugging bottoms. Oh how I miss those days, * he reflected as he shook his head.

Dan began remembering why his wife would no longer wear a backless style dress in public after her encounter with the distraught teenager. In her first year as a full time officer on the Five-O team, the teen had cut her with a seven inch blade which left a long scar across her back under both of her shoulder blades. It had been eight years and the scar was still very visible, but usually he was the only one to see it. Of course, the exception was when they were on the beach with others. Catie usually tried to buy bathing suits that would hide part of the scar if not all of it. It was only a physical scar to him, but perhaps it was a very emotional scarring for Caterina as well.

The one thing that made him happy about the scar was that she could not show off much of her skin without revealing the scar. No one else would get to see her beautiful back displayed but him.

Dan was halfway through searching the house when he came across a basket of dirty clothes by the laundry room, so he picked up the basket on the way into the laundry room. He sorted through the clothes to put in the first load. Upon opening the washing machine, he discovered it was full of the twins' sheets, so then he went to put them in the dryer, only to find it loaded with his and Catie's under garments. He had to shift the loads, which was nothing new in the William's household, since Caterina was always on the run when doing the wash.

While the washer was filling up with water, he went for the detergent, only to discover a combination lock had been placed on the cabinets. He did not remember it being there the last time he helped with the wash. That was when it dawned on him, something Catie told him about DJ. "That SON OF YOURS has learned to pick a lock with YOUR lock pick equipment. You're going to have to lock it up with your gun at night." Caterina had forced the pick set into his hand so hard he almost dropped it. "Our friendly, Uncle Remington, had shown how to pick a lock the last time he was here, not realizing that DJ can do anything after being shown once. That is if it is of interest to DJ."

Dan recollected watching Caterina pacing around the room the way her Cousin Steve did when there was something on his mind; she then asked, "What am I supposed to do with someone like Remington?"

He recalled telling Catie, "Lots of things – but they're all illegal." He laughed as she stormed out of the study.

Dan could hear the anger in her voice in the master bedroom from being so mad about what DJ could do. He knew this was not a small issue with Catie because she said 'Your Son' and not 'Our Son'. The children were always in major trouble when she referred to them as His Son or His Daughter. In addition, he could still hear the echoes of the one-sided conversation in which Catie read the riot act to Steele that evening, when they found out about DJ's ability with the lock pick. Dan knew he would have his own private words with Steele the next time he came to visit.

It had been months since that incident and Dan still wanted to get his hand around Steele's throat and do a few other things to him to show him just how much he disapproved of what Steele had taught His son. But right now there was nothing he could do about it, at least for the moment.

* Why would Steele show anyone how to pick-a-lock, especially my children. * It bothered Dan that DJ knew how to do something like that and hoped he would forget this lesson in time.

Dan had a few of the thoughts he had that night when they found out what Steele had done. * Lets see, I want to drop him in the local volcano, but alas, I can't do that, the environmental people would get on my case for polluting the volcano. * Dan laughed at the image of Remington Steele falling, for what seemed like forever into the volcano from a helicopter. * I also remember what would be one of the best things to do to him that I could get away with. I could take him to the gym for a little boxing match, and then beat the crap out of him. This means I could beat the jerk up legally and get away with it. * Dan was smiling from ear to ear at the image of Steele looking less then GQ perfect in his five hundred dollar suit. He would have black eyes, a busted nose, cut lips, a bruised cheek, a sprained wrist and a limp from falling one too many times.

Dan continued to smile as he considered the question, does he just leave the wash in the washer and continue his search or call Catie at work and ask for the combination to the lock. Just when he decided to reach for the phone in the laundry room, it began to ring. "Hello." He half expected it to be Steve needing something and ruin what was left of his day off.

"Hello Dannya," it was a very soft and tired voice on the other end.

"Hello Sweetheart, I was thinking about calling you," he said, leaning against the washing machine.

Catie sounded a little surprised at what her husband said, "Was there something you needed, Dannya?"

"Nothing much . . . just the combination to the lock. I need to get the detergent out of the closet." Dan moved over to the laundry cabinet.

"Lock, what lock . . . Oh yeah, you'd need it to get into the closet, wouldn't you? It's 25R, 14L, 3R," Caterina replied, a little slow on the uptake.

Dan was turning the combination as Catie was giving it to him over the phone. "It's open, thanks."

"Why are you doing the laundry anyway?" Caterina inquired.

"I've been doing some cleaning up before heading out to do that running for you. There was a basket full of clothes for the twins, so I decided to throw them into the wash." Dan was good at telling half-truths to his wife, being her boss at work. He had to learn to do it conveniently. He had problems believing she could not tell the difference in his voice or that he was hiding something from her. She knew he had a confidential job, compared to hers, and she never questioned him about various things. He tried never to do that at home other than the time when she was pregnant and when he was hiding her presents. At least he was not aware of any other time.

"Oh . . . Dannya, my Love, thanks for your help." Dan heard a small hesitation in her voice and knew there was a problem, a family problem, not a job related problem, from the tone of her voice. "Dannya, I called because Guinevere's cold has gotten worse and she needs to come home. She now has a slight fever and they don't want her spreading it around. So I was hoping you could come and get her and bring her home."

"All right, Catie, I'll be over to the day care center in about fifteen to twenty minutes." Dan was not happy with that piece of news.

"Thanks, Dannya, but Guinevere is lying down on the couch in my office. I'll see you in a little while," Caterina said, with some concern showing in her voice.

* She's that bad, that she had to be taken out of day care and sent to Mommy's office, * he thought. "All right, Catie, I'll be right there." Dan hung up the phone and finished putting the detergent the in washing machine before heading out to the car.

***********

Ninety minutes later, Dan was reading 'Cinderella' to Guinevere as she slowly fell asleep in her bed. Pulling up the covers, he covered his daughter and kissed her on the forehead. He turned the intercom on in the twins' room as he went into the master bedroom. Since he had not searched in there, he continued while listening for any sound from his little girl, in case she needed him.

Several hours later, Dan finished searching the entire house for his costume, but did not find anything that would jump out and say, 'I'm it.' The house was now cleaned up as result of his search with the exception of the last couple of rooms, which were not vacuumed due to his sick sleeping angel.

Dan was on his way to check on Guinevere in her room when he heard her voice coming over the intercom. When he came to the doorway, he watched her talking to her doll, telling her she had to go to bed with her cold, while changing the doll's clothes. She was a happy little girl most of the time, but this afternoon she was sounding a little sadder because of her cold. So, Daddy went to the kitchen to get Guinevere a glass of ginger ale and some toast with butter. Dan thought to himself, * This will be a treat for her, since she is not allowed to eat in her bedroom usually. *

While Daddy headed back towards the kid's bedroom with the goodies on a tray, he thought to himself, * I'll have to search Caterina's office next for the costume, because it's the only other place she could get away with hiding it. Just how do I get into her office without her knowing? The surveillance equipment in her office could tell her that I was searching. * Dan Williams did not give up easily when he was on the hunt for something, but he did run into brick walls and detours.

***********

It was finally the night of the Halloween party and Dan had finished his shower and shave. Leaving the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, he entered the master bedroom. There he found his wife combing her hair. She was already in her beautiful silver white gown, with the zipper yet to be closed. Walking over to his wife, he slipped his arms under the dress around her and kissed her on the nape of the neck. "Hello beautiful."

"Hello yourself," Caterina replied in the same sexy tone. She could feel his damp bare chest hair against her skin and tried to turn around, but found it hard. Encumbered by his embrace, she could only reach around to grab his towel. She wiggled against his groin knowing her movement caused his penis to tingle.

"So beautiful, do I finally find out what costume I'm wearing tonight?" He started kissing her bare shoulder, seeing his wife smiling in the mirror. Pulling her tight to his body, his fingers walked down her tummy towards the edge of her panties.

Leaning against her husband's body, interspersed with soft belly-deep moans, she whispered sensuously, "Of course you do. I thought you could wear what you have on now." She started to laugh quietly as her wiggling became insistent against his erection and his fingers reached her sex.

Noticing her playful mood, he decided to tease her little more. He kissed her on the neck again, pulling her body even tighter to his. "Do you really want me to go to party as I am now?" he said mischievously. "It may get a little embarrassing if I lose the towel."

"The only place you could get away with wearing that towel is a private party for two," Caterina continued in her sensuous tone, "a very private party." After Dan pulled his arms out of her gown, Caterina turned around to wrap her arms behind him. With a very playful smile on her face, and the towel in her hand, she started to pull on it. As the towel slipped from his body, she leaned in for a passionate kiss.

Dan smiled at her. "If you take my towel, I guess that means you want me to go as a streaker to the party?"

"NO," she replied with a very high pitched, stressed laughter.

Dan smiled at the abject look of horror that crossed her face for only a split second. He would have missed it had he had not been watching for her reaction.

She stopped playing with the towel as she told him, "Your costume is waiting for you to put it on."

Dan turned to see the black cape and suit, which was not there before his shower. He slowly turned Caterina in his arms playfully, tickling her just a little in order to pull up the zipper.

Caterina noticed that Dannya was not totally surprised at the costume. "I tried to hide all the pieces. I should have known you would find some of them," she said, sighing deeply. "I picked up your anniversary present at lunch time. I can see from the look on your face you put it together, darn it . . . Oh, well . . . I know it's early, but you needed a new suit this evening." The look on his face told her she had failed to surprise him. "Happy Early Anniversary, Dannya."

"You left all the clues for me to find. But that note about Steve left a bit of doubt." Dan put on one of his crooked sexy smiles as he brought her lips to his for a playful kiss. His hands caressed her back as her body arched into his. He had a full raving erection and before he knew what he was doing, he was undoing the zipper. His hands were working their way up to her neck to unhook the collar. Now he was in a mood to push everything on the bed onto the floor. As he took his wife over to the bed and started to fall onto it, he heard the twins calling them from the living room.

"Mommy . . . Daddy . . . hurry up . . . we're waiting . . . come on,'' the children called out.

* The one downside to having kids. They can kill a good sexual feeling in a second. * Dan started to laugh at the thought he had as he got up to walk over to his dresser and get various items out, "You know sweetheart, our children must have that very strong mean streak in them that's all McGarrett."

Caterina gave him a deadly look of, * Well yeah, I'm a McGarrett, * "Of course they do, Dannya. After all, on their maternal side there is Grandfather Jonathan McGarrett."

Dan saw her look and knew he better explain and fast. "It's just that they seem to have the same kind of timing as Steve." He looked deep into his wife's sparkling blue eyes. "I mean, they seem to know just when I want to get intimate with you." They both started to laugh.

"Yes, they do seem to have picked up on their big Cousin's rotten timing." Caterina walked over to kiss him on the nose before returning to finish putting on her make-up and fixing her hair.

Looking at his new suit, he wondered if it would fit right, because he did not recall picking it out. They had recently gone suit shopping but he had stayed away from the black suits. That was when he realized something about it. * It is not a suit, but a tuxedo . . . A nice one, with tails no less. The tuxedo jacket has a luscious sheen with a satin collar. Good thing she didn't get the pants with that shiny side stripe. * Dan started to get dressed as he watched Caterina putting on her finishing touches.

He always enjoyed watching her getting dressed, and tonight was no exception. Music was playing softly in the background with Caterina moving in time to the beat, causing him to be half tempted to start dancing with her. Her body was swaying in a very sensual manner getting him hornier by the second. * Oh, those legs would look perfect wrapped around me, right now. *

She started to lift her skirt when Dan moved over to her. He picked up one of the sandals to put on her delicate little foot. He watched as she slid her foot into the sandal against his hand, while his other hand moved to caress the back of her calf making her giggle. He would not let the foot down for a few moments as he looked up into her seductive blue eyes looking down into his loving blue eyes. Their eyes said 'I love you.'

He put her foot on the floor, only to pick up the left one to place the other sandal on her foot, only this time he tickled the bottom of her foot making her loose her balance. Before either of them knew it, they were both laying in a tangled mess on the floor laughing and kissing. They sat up and embraced for a tender kiss that only made them laugh even harder. Slowly they both got up to finish getting dressed.

Caterina readjusted her gown and fixed her hair again as Dan moved over to the bed to put on his shirt. As he was finished buttoning up and tucking his shirt in, Caterina reached around his neck, pulling the bow tie on him and fastening it on the side of his neck. With her hands still around his neck, she pulled him closer to her, embracing him for a very passionate kiss. In what seemed to be only a split second, they broke their embrace as Caterina reached around him picking up the tux jacket. Helping him with it, she kissed him, "I hope you like your new tuxedo."

Dan smiled at his wife and took her lips for another sensational kiss that caused him to want to forget about the party. With his arousal so demanding that he started to unzip his wife's dress and began removing it from her shoulders.




Trick or Tryst



He stopped to take a breath and to look at his topless wife, her breasts were as magnificent as the first day he first saw them. His lips starts to blaze a trail of wet kisses down her neck, to her shoulder, to the tip of her hardening nipple, causing her to arch her breasts closer to his mouth. Caterina's hands reached up to run her fingers through his curly hair as she pulled his head closer. Dannya's hands pushed her dress down to the floor. As they were moving towards the bed, the spell was broken once again with the twins calling out their impatience for them to come out and show off their costumes.

"Those kids must be getting some coaching this evening," Dannya grumbled in disappointment of having to stop his sexual enjoyment. He started to laugh as he bent down to help Caterina back into her dress. She turned around, allowing him to zip her up as she hooked the collar. Putting his arms around her waist, he placed a tender kiss behind her ear, "We'll finish what we started later this evening. I promise."

"That is a promise I'll hold you to, my Love." Caterina replied in a very loving voice, feeling his hardness next to her hip as she turned. Kissing him lightly on the lips, she said, "I promise to let you finish that act, Count Williams."

Dan was smiling while he was getting ready to put in his fake vampire teeth. Caterina remarked a little anxiously, "Don't put them in right now, Dannya, they may scare the kids."

Dan agreed, placing the teeth in his pocket, and then he pulled on his cape with a flare. The cape was a luscious black fabric lined with red satin which he would fasten around his neck. It went flying in the air as it circled around his body.

Caterina enjoyed the flare he used to put on his cape. It made the butterflies take flight inside her tummy. Those butterflies always made her smile at his playfulness.

* Man, I would rather stay here with her alone than go out now, * Dan dreamed.

There were cheers of "Where are you, Daddy?" "Daddy, Daddy, are you coming out?"

Dan heard Caterina calling to the kids, "DJ, Guinevere, Daddy is almost finished dressing. You'll see him in another minute."

Dan checked himself in the full-length mirror and liked what he saw. The tux was a perfect fit with the white waist coat, and the tux shirt with black studs and black bow tie helped him look just right. Dan did not like the shiny fabric of tuxedo as a rule, but this one looked good. There was something about the way it was cut that impressed him, his wife always had good taste in the clothes that she helped him pick out. Dan turned out the bedroom lights and headed for the living room where camera flashes went off several times.

When the flashes stopped, he located his wife behind one of the cameras with a tiara made of what looked like pearls and mother-of-pearl on her head. There was a matching necklace and a pair of chandelier earrings, which were not on her when she left the bedroom. * I'm about to have a date with my own beautiful Princess. I only hoped that I'm her Prince Charming and not an evil Count Dracula, * he hoped.

"All right you two, get together for a picture." Mayor said, bringing Dan out of his private thoughts. He was ready to take a couple of pictures of the two of them in their costumes. Jonathan Mayor seemed to be around for all the important moments in Caterina's life. He was one of her two legal guardians growing up, in addition to being their next door neighbor.

Dannya went over to his wife, took her by the hand, and walked her over to the fireplace in the living room. That was when Mayor took several pictures of them together before the twins joined them for a few pictures. Before Dan knew it, they had to leave for the Academy Halloween party.

"DJ, Guinevere, you both need to behave for Uncle Mayor while Mommy and I go to the party at the Academy," Daddy instructed his little ones.

"Can't we go with you?" DJ asked.

Followed by Guinevere inquiring, "Yeah, Daddy can't we come with you?"

"No, you can't. Mommy and I have explained it to you several times now. It's an adult only party and no children are allowed. You know the Halloween party for kids will be at the Academy in two days on Halloween, remember?" he told them giving the children hugs and goodnight kisses.

With sad voices and looking downwards with their bottom lips quivering, both children replied, "Yeah, I remember."

"Remember to mind Uncle Mayor by going to bed on time. And don't give him too many problems. And NO scary movies . . . You can watch 'The Worst Witch,' then it's off to bed," Caterina said, giving her kids hugs and goodnight kisses.

Dan and Caterina headed for the front door, getting Caterina's jacket which matched the dress. At the door, Caterina handed him his badge and gun. He took them, not really wanting to, but knew he had no choice in the matter. Just once he would hope that Caterina would forget about them, but he knew better of it. She would never forget to make sure he was properly protected at all times and equipped to do his job in case he got called to duty during the party.

That was when Count and Countess Dracula left for the party. To make the effect perfect, the Williams were looking for the chauffeur and the stretch limo. Dan helped his wife into the backseat and got in himself, a little surprised to see the limo.

It was an enjoyable ride to the Academy with the most beautiful woman at his side. He pulled his wife and lover, into a loving embrace which he never wanted to end as he reached over to close the privacy window. Dan started to kiss her, hoping no one would interrupt this time; he wanted to enjoy more then a few seconds of pleasure in his wife's arms. Pulling her close to his body, he let his fingers walk down the length of her thigh, where they started to pull the skirt edge up. Revealing her sexy legs, his other hand went under her skirt to reach towards her sex, where he could feel her wetness. As the fingers got closer, they went under the fabric of her panties in search of her sexual warmth.

* Oh how I want him to take her, right now. * Caterina began to moan as she leaned against the back of the seat, opening her legs to him. "Screw the party, let's go some place else and just enjoy the evening."  Just as the tips of his fingers entered her, the limo came to a stop interrupting them.

"I would love to, as well, but we can't," she replied with regret, planting a kiss on his deliciously sexy lips.

They were at the doorway of the Academy, the driver told them. The chauffeur opened the back door for the Williams' and Dannya helped his Princess out of the back seat.

They walked proudly over to the end of the exercise field which had been decorated during the day for the Halloween party that night. The field looked spectacular with its Halloween decorations turning the tents into what looked like a haunted house. There was a graveyard at the entrance way into the tents, and you were greeted by bats, spiders, black cats, skeletons and skulls.

She had arranged for a large and two smaller party tents. The largest was next to the smaller ones, which were next to each other, creating a straight line. The tents were illuminated with soft white lights, highlighted with flashing black and orange lights. Outside of the tents were pitchforks and tiki torches.

Under the large tent were a wooden floor, the Disc Jockey's set up, and the areas for the beverages and banquet tables. In the smaller tents were the tables. On the tables were Jack O'Lanterns with candles burning inside, drinking glasses, pitchers of water, soda, and some kind of Hawaiian drink, and condiments. There was also a large variety of appetizers.

The music was just starting up with the 'Monster Mash,' song by Bobby 'Boris' Pickett. Several couples had arrived ahead of Dan and Caterina. There was the Arms and Amanak Armageddon, Duke and Mary Lukela, and Chin Ho and Mai Kelleys. Arms was dressed in his old football uniform and Amanak was his private cheerleader. The Lukela's had on missionary outfits, Duke had on his grandfather's suit and his wife, Mary was dressed as a missionary's wife. The Kelley's had a little fun with their costumes, with Chin Ho portraying the well known Chinese detective, Charlie Chan and Mai was Charlie's wife.

A few others were dressed as Hawaiian Warriors, Werewolves, Witches, Zombies, Ghosts costumes, along with a variety of traditional science fiction characters and Halloween costumes. Anyone who was already there was enjoying the music from the DJ who was dressed like Frankenstein.

Dan gave Caterina a kiss before he watched her go off to become the hostess for the evening. Caterina went about greeting everyone who arrived before them, plus she started checking to make sure everything was prepared properly. By eight-thirty that evening, everyone was there but Steve.

There was laughter and music playing with couples dancing, eating or chatting in groups. Dan looked around the party tents trying to find his wife. * Oh how my arms long to have you in them. For the past week I've been thinking about our first slow dance with your sexy figure tight against my body. *

Dan excused himself from the couple he was speaking with when he felt an arm go around his waist. "If you will excuse us, I think I will dance with my Princess." Seeing his beautiful Princess standing beside him, he took hold of her hand, leading her out onto the dance floor. The coupled nodded their heads as they watched the Williams' move over to the dance floor.

The music was beautifully slow with the song being one of Caterina's favorites, 'Lady' sung by Kenny Rogers. The other couples on the dance floor backed off for the couple, to allow and watch as the Williams' danced their first very slow dance of the evening. Dan had his arms around Caterina's waist and she had both her arms around his neck, with her head on his shoulder.

"You look so beautiful this evening, my love," Dan was resting his head against Caterina's, whispering in her ear sweetly.

As he embraced her, Caterina could not help smiling to herself at the security, warmth, and gentleness coming from her affectionate husband. She was in total bliss, in her version of heaven on earth. At this moment, no one else existed for them, other than each other. This dance showed everyone in the room just how much passion and tenderness they had for each other after eight years of marriage.

"My Count Dannya . . ." Caterina pull her head away from his shoulder and looked deeply into his beautifully sexy, deep passionate blue eyes saying, ". . . Mahalo . . . I love you." She finished by pulling his lips to meet her for a very public, but zealous kiss. Her hands moved to touch his shoulders and his hair amorously.

Dan maneuvered the cape to wrap around their bodies. Caterina's hands moved under the cape to slowly dancing down his back to reach for his firm bottom under the tuxedo's tails. He shifted his position so his legs sandwiched one of hers and ground his leg against her hip.

Caterina was beginning to feel a little weak in the knees as her husband's hands caressed her back and down over her derriere to cup his hands over the edge of her covered cheeks. She could feel his enthusiasm growing against her hip, as her own desires grew. They both were wishing they were alone on their private beach where they could get more intimate with each other.

***********

Steve finally arrived at the party, as the dancing couples were moving off the dance floor. He wondered why they were doing that with what was a perfect song to dance to.

"Hello, Steve," Duke greeted him as Steve stood next to him.

"Hello, why is everyone stopping?" Steve inquired of his long time friend.

"It's a quiet agreement among the staff members to allow Dan and Catie to dance to one song alone. Since 'Lady' is her favorite, that was the one picked," Duke said watching the cape being wrapped around the couple.

"Looks like Danno is up to a little mischievousness," Steve said with a smile. Under his breath he said, "Theresa, our little girl is all grown up."

"Yes, Cuz," Jonathan McGarrett spoke through Duke.

"What did you say?" Steve said in shock.

"I said, yes our little princess has grown up, Cuz," Jonathan said turning to his cousin.

"Jonathan?" Steve inquired quietly, looking at Duke whose face had a slight glow about it.

"Of course, you didn't think Theresa and I would pass up a chance to see how our little girl was doing. And from what I can see, she's extremely sexy, in addition to a dirty dancing. Wonder what's going on under that cape?" Jonathan inquired with a wicked twinkle in his eye.

"They are just dancing, and get you mind out of the gutter, Cousin," Steve said, watching the dancing black cape with two blond heads swaying to the music. He could hear Dan's singing along with the music in Kitten's ear. Of course, he was not able to see her face, but knew he she would be smiling with her eyes closed.

"Steven, get with it. They're married and therefore allowed to dirty dance with each other," Jonathan said chuckling. "If that son of mine is anything like me; he is doing more than just dancing." There was an evil sound to his laughter.

"Behave yourself. They wouldn't do that, here in public!" Steve exclaimed, a little overprotective of the couple. He was always protective of this couple and never wanted anything to happen to them.

"Why? He never did in the past, Steve," came from a female voice on the other side of Steve.

"Theresa?" Steve said looking around to see Amanak standing there with the same mysterious glow about her.

"Naturally, where my husband goes, I usually follow to make sure he behaves himself within reason. Besides, he's right, Caterina would most likely get a little mischievous with her own husband," Theresa McGarrett said through Amanak, smiling at him. "You are looking very handsome this evening in your Navy Blues."

"Thanks, Theresa. Couldn't think of anything else or have time to hunt something down," Steve advised, adjusting his tie.

"Caterina could have found you something if you had asked," Theresa told him.

"True, but she has more important things to worry about, than a costume for me," Steve said.

"If you say so, Cuz," Jonathan said as he patted him on the back. " . . . But she would have done it without any effort at all. Knowing you, you didn't want to impose on her."

"Look at them, they are so happy together. So much in love . . . does my heart wonders to watch them," Theresa said with a great deal of pride.

"Yes, they are," Steve agreed, as the music came to a stop. He watched them continuing to dance and kissing without the music.

Neither of them paid any attention to what was happening around them until everyone broke out in hoots and hollers for the tender expression of love the Williams' were showing. They came to a stop when they realized there was no music and everyone was watching them. Being just a little embarrassed, Dan decided to play his part of Dracula breaking his tight embrace with his wife. He lifted his head backwards before opening his mouth showing his fangs, which he had slipped into his mouth. Leaning forward he took a bite out of his victim's neck. Caterina fell to the floor the way any vampire's victim would. Before she could hit the floor, she was caught by Kono, who was standing near-by, caught her.

Count Dracula Williams turned towards the other ladies to say, "Now who is my next victim?" Dan walked over to Amanak with his arm in front of his face as he approached to take her into his arms the way saying, "I vant to drink your blood." He then raised his head backwards and down to bite her neck.

Arms decided to play along as the offended husband of a Dracula's latest victim and tried to fight off Dracula Williams. They wrested with their hands locked on each other upper arms, back and forth, as well as side to side. The battle was over when Arms allowed Dan to toss him off to the side, losing to the unearthly power that Dracula maintained.

Just as Dracula Williams started to go after Amanak again, Missionary Duke got into the act, pulling out his large metal cross. With the cross, Dracula backed off from harming the cheerleader with his arm in front of his face. He moved over to grab another sexily dressed lady in her place.

Arms got back on his feet, looking for a stake to put through Dracula's heart. He found a silver candlestick holder and screwed off the bottom leaving a pointed edge. With Missionary Duke approaching from the right side, Arms came in from the left.

"Leave the girl alone," beckoned Duke in a firm voice.

"Never, I need my fix, and I need it now," Dracula Williams growled.

"No more," Arms said as he came at him with the silver stake raised up in the air. At the same time, Missionary Duke moved towards him. Together they defeated Dracula, who had the metal cross sticking out of his heart.

Steve stepped up, with two pairs of handcuffs, as he started to read them their rights. "You both are under arrest. You have the right to remain silent . . ."

The room was in a delightful uproar at the playing going on between old friends. Naturally, the cuffs were removed, as the group took their bows for the audience.

The rest of the evening was full of dancing, chatting, fun and games. The party continued until after midnight, as the couples began to leave slowly. The party was a great success and would be talked about for days to come.

The only people remaining were the last of the cleanup crew, which included the Steve, Arms and Amanak Armageddon, Caterina and Dan Williams, plus Duke and Mary Lukela.

After everything was cleaned up, the seven of them sat down at one of the tables for a final cup of coffee, tea and piece of cake. They talked about the success of the party for a while before putting the last of the garbage away and heading for their cars. The tables and tents would be taken away the following day.

The limo was waiting by the door when the seven of them got there, with the chauffeur waiting with the door open. The Williams got into the backseat once again for their ride home. Caterina noticed their friends heading for their cars, which had been pulled up along side the limo. "Dannya?"

"Yes, Catie." Dan looked at his wife, then past her to see what she had just seen.

"Who moved their cars next to the limo?" Caterina inquired.

"I did Mrs. Williams," came the chauffeur's reply. "A short time ago, when you were cleaning up, I went in and got the keys to their cars to move them closer to the doorway. I thought everyone would enjoy having the cars moved closer for them."

"Thanks Elioka," Dan said, "I'm sure they were happy not having to walk to where their cars were parked."

"Now I know why Uncle Mayor keeps you around." Caterina smiled a large thank you smile.

Elioka pulled the car away from the curb after the couple was settled in the backseat. "You're both welcome," he replied as he closed the privacy window for them.

************

Both Duke and Amanak pulled Steve aside after Caterina and Dan's limo pulled away from the curb. Amanak wanted to make sure Caterina was out of sight before speaking with Steve.

"Steve, I don't know what happened earlier. It was a little scary," Amanak said.

"I believe the two of you were possessed by Caterina's parents, Theresa and Jonathan, respectively," Steve said flatly.

"Are you sure, Steve?" Duke looked a little puzzled.

"Yes, it's not the first time . . . I . . . I've encountered them. But it's the first time, that I know of, that they have possessed anyone's body." Steve said nothing else as he headed to his own car. "Damn, why tonight?" he said under his breath as he got into his car.

"Because, my sweet Steve, it's the only night that we could make an appearance in the real world. When the last midnight crosses over into November First, we have to return," Theresa said, as she planted a kiss on his cheek.




Trick Or Tryst: Thing Under The Bed



Jenny looked once more at her tired face in the bathroom mirror then walked into the bedroom. As she went through the doorway, she flipped the bathroom light off. She padded barefoot across the carpet and crawled into bed next to her husband then reached over to the nightstand and turned off the bedroom light. The bedroom was plunged into darkness.

As she pulled the blankets up close under her chin Jenny whispered, "That's the last of Halloween for this year. Good night, darling." Jack was beyond hearing as he lay on his side. The sounds of his snores reverberated around the darkened room. Jenny rolled on her side, snuggled up next to Jack, and closed her eyes. Even after taking a deep breath, she was still too excited to sleep with images of the night's party still fresh in her mind.

The party had been a smashing success. The guests drank, chatted and danced in their costumes. Anita Martin came dressed as a streetwalker to everyone's delight while her husband, Bob, played his part dressed as a Keystone Cop sent to arrest her for selling her ass on the street. Of course, Anita propositioned everyone and was arrested time after time. Jenny smiled to herself as she thought there might even have been a "freebee" or two handed out by Anita during the evening if the rumpled bed in the guest room was any indication.

The biggest laugh of the evening had come when the next-door neighbor, Ken, a bachelor, showed up costumed as a giant tampon. Somewhere or other, he had found a piece of cardboard nearly seven feet long and made a tube out of it. After he had painted it white, he had cut out a large hole for his face and a hole on each side for his arms. The crowning glory was a long white cord that protruded from the top for a string. Everyone laughed until they cried when Ken tried to dance around the party room in his silly costume. Over and over he tripped and fell to the floor. Each time he fell, he needed aid to stand upright again to the delighted cheers and applause from the guests.

Jenny had worn a long black wig and matching dress cut down to her navel. Her "Morticia Addams" costume clung tightly to her hips and small waist. Even though she used double-sided tape, she had a problem keeping her ample boobs from popping out of her bodice. In fact, while she was dancing with tampon-Ken they had popped out. This happened late in the evening much to the delight of the well-oiled guests. When he saw what had happened, Jack, dressed as Gomez Addams, remarked, "Morticia, darling, I see the Mountains of the Moon." Everyone roared with laughter at that as Jenny, feeling completely embarrassed, stuffed her boobs back in her dress.

The alcohol flowed freely throughout the party and by eleven; the partiers were more than a little drunk. Everyone agreed they had had a great time and hugged Jenny in thanks as the party broke up. The last to leave was Ken who stayed to help clean up the mess. After he packed two garbage bags of trash out, even he left. Ken was so drunk Jack had to help him home. Together they weaved their way down the walk and across the front lawn to Ken's house. Jenny watched from the doorway as the two men staggered and sang at the top of their lungs.

A few minutes later Jack returned and kissed Jenny. Still staggering he started up the stairs saying, "Going to bed, love. You coming?"

Now that the party was over and it was only another Tuesday night. Both Jenny and Jack had to be back at work in the morning. Jenny smiled, snuggled closer to Jack and drifted off to sleep under the warm blankets.

The bed jiggled. Jenny opened her eyes for a moment. Then thinking the movement she felt was only a figment of a beginning dream closed them again. The bed jiggled again. This time Jenny was instantly wide-awake and sat upright in bed as she looked around at the darkness. She brushed her blonde hair from her face with her hand and shook Jack's shoulder roughly. "Jack. Something's in the room. Get up," she whispered

Jack rolled over on his back. "Wazzit?" he said rubbing his sleep eyes.

"Get up. Something wiggled the bed. Someone is in here."

Slowly, Jack sat up and swung his feet over the edge of the bed. He shuffled his feet around the floor by the bed searching for his slippers. "Damn it. Where are my slippers?" he said as he slid off the bed onto his knees to search. As he swept his hand under the bed, he felt something brush his arm. "Jesus. Shit. What was that?" Then after a moment he answered his own question, "A rat I think."

Jack bent over to peer under the bed. "Shit!" he screamed followed as the bed almost leaped into the air, followed by the sound of something scraping across the carpet.

"Jack?" Jenny whispered. There was no answer. Jenny tried again louder, "Jack? What do you see?" There still was no answer. Jenny moved to Jack's side of the bed and peered over the edge. There was nothing there. She leaned over farther to look under the bed.

The bed seemed to leap upwards then crash back to the floor. Jenny jumped out of bed and ran towards the bedroom door. She grabbed the doorknob and jerked. Nothing happened. The door would not open. Frantically, Jenny tore at the knob and shook the door but it held immovable.

Then a strong hand closed over Jenny's mouth from behind. She tried to scream but the hand stifled all sounds. A second arm encircled her chest. It crushed the wind out of her and pressed her hard against a strong chest. She was jerked off her feet and dragged back across the room to the bed where Jenny was thrown face down across the footboard. The hand across her mouth was released only to force her wrist behind her back. A noose was slipped over her wrist and pulled tight. Then her other hand was forced behind her back and tied to the first.

Jenny struggled to free herself, but her face was pushed hard against the mattress. A hand grabbed the neck of her nightgown and jerked. The thin fabric tore and was pulled away leaving Jenny naked. She screamed just as a cloth bag was placed over her head followed by a gag cinched tight holding the bag in place and preventing any more noise.

The hands moved over the bar skin of her back and round ass. Then two more hands joined in. All four hands moved slowly over her. Fingers prodded her ass and pussy. Tears of horror streamed down Jenny's face as she struggled to get free. A slick tongue licked at her ass causing her to flinch.

Then her legs were forced wide apart and she felt a throbbing cock rubbing against her pussy. Up and down her slit it went trying to wet itself on her dry opening. The cock was replaced by a tongue again that licked furiously between her pussy lips. Then the tongue withdrew and the cock returned feeling slippery. The cock buried itself deep in Jenny's cunt. She tried again to scream behind the gag as the cock withdrew and plunged deeper into her again and again.

A strong, arm encircled her waist picking her up off the floor and impaled her on the cock. The arm moved Jenny's body up and down on the shaft while the fingers of the other pair of hands and a tongue probed her ass spreading her wide. The fingers slid into her asshole. Again, Jenny tried to scream, this time in pain.

Jenny was pulled off the cock and thrown on her face on top of another body on the bed. Big hands clutched her waist as a cock began thrusting toward her pussy opening. She arched her back to deflect the cock but two more hands grabbed her ass and pressed it down onto the throbbing shaft. This cock pounded her cunt harder and faster than the last one with long, deep strokes. Then with a loud growl, the fingers nails of the hands dug painfully into the skin of her sides and she could feel hot cum splashing inside her.

The body under her seemed to collapse but the hands holding her ass were pulling her hips up where a cock impaled her asshole. The pain was exquisite as the cock slid deep into her. The cock moved smoothly in and out of her tight asshole as the hands of the body beneath her crushed her 36D tits in a vice like grip. Jenny wanted to scream in horror but her body was reacting differently. Involuntarily her body moved in unison with the cock as it thrust deep into her. Then the cock beneath her was probing her pussy again and slid inside. Both bodies growled as they heaved their cocks in and out of Jenny's holes in a mind blowing double penetration.

Jenny's head swam with the feeling of fullness from the two cocks. She rode them both as she forced them ever deeper into her. Until finally her orgasm crashed down and shook her very soul. Jenny's body was wracked with wave after wave of orgasmic contractions. The orgasm ended with a great squirting gush of her cum. Then both cocks together throbbed hard one last time as hot jism spewed into both her holes and ran down her legs.

After a moment, the lights came on and the ties, gag and sack were removed. There stood Jack and Ken. Their cocks were still hard and throbbed with the beat of their hearts. "Did you like our little Halloween surprise, Jenn?" Jack asked with a big grin. 

Jenny stared scowling at the two men a moment then said, "You bastards. You planned this? Do you know you scared the shit out of me?"

Jack moved to sit on the edge of the bed next to his wife, "Yes. This has always been your fantasy. Ken and I planned this weeks ago."

Ken walked around the other side of the bed and sat. After a moment, he said frowning, "I suppose you're going to just be mad."

Jenny glared first at Jack then at Ken. Finally, she asked in a raging voice, "Whose idea was this?"

Feeling somewhat foolish Jack raised his hand and replied, "Mine."

Jenny sat upright and glared at her husband for a moment more then rolled over to Ken. She looked over her shoulder at Jack and smiled. "Then you can just sit there and watch while I take care of business." With that, she took a surprised Ken's cock in her hand. "Come on, Ken. It's time to teach Jack a lesson. Now fuck me like I've never been fucked before."