0 comments/ 42169 views/ 10 favorites A Halloween Tail By: SweetcheeksSt Darren and Rita were invited to a Halloween Party. It was the event of the year. Mary & George held this wild Halloween party every year, but this year had a bit of a twist. No one was to tell any one what the other was wearing. The had to come with a full mask on and come separately so no one knew who each other were. Husband and wives included!! Rita was excited to get ready. She had been to the hairdresser to get her hair done up. Her hair was pinned up with long ringlets dangling over her perfectly made up face. Her blues eyes dance with anticipation of the evening to come. He lips were encircled with a sexy red pout that would melt any man or woman's heart. As she tied up the red bustier her, tits bulged over the top. She like the way her tits looked and pulled on the nipples until they peeked over the top of the bustier standing out ready to be suckled by a hungry hot mouth. She was quite the tease. Rita pulled on her red garter belt and black stocking.She stopped to catch a look at her in the long mirror in the corner of the room. "H,mmmmmmmmmmmmm... yup, no panties. I like the way my lips pout, and besides I spent a lot of time shaving you smooth" she smiled and stroked to her cunt lips. Then she slipped into her Queen Elizabeth costume. Then put on all of the accessories. Rita took one last look before placing the coloured rhinestone feather mask over her eyes. It was a perfect fit that showed off her plump ruby lips. She loves the way the bustier and tight fitting top cupped her tits. If you looked closely, you could see her perfectly hard eraser type nipples peeking out. Rita was feeling rather sexy and horny tonight. She called a cab to take her there. Rita wanted to drink tonight.It was all in the way she was feeling tonight.A bit more booze always made she extra horny and She knew that what Darren like about her too.Not that she was a prude... it just took the stress of the day away. The place was all lit up with decoration you would see at Christmas time; only this was ghoulish and filled with the spirit of Halloween. She sat in the cab for a bit watching the crowd slowly walk up the stairs to the house. Everyone had his or her masks on. She was thinking to herself "How can I tell what one will be Darren" when the cabbie asked her if she was going in. "Oh, sorry, was thinking of... Never mind.. Thank you for the ride. Would you come back at one to pick me up? She handed him a fifty-dollar bill. "Yeah sure thing lady" responded the cabbie and he sped away leaving her at the curb. Rita found her way to the long winding sidewalk to the house. She pulled up her dress and climbed the stairs to the music filled house. As she reached the top, she was awed at the beautifully decorated house. Orange and white light twinkled it seemed, to the beat of the live band in the back of the room. There were game rooms all set up and food as far as the eye could see. Everything was perfect, right down the apple bobbing crystal bowl. She took a drink for the waiter as she moved into the bustling crowd of people. "This is fucking awesome" she thought to herself. She took a sip of her drink and wandered through the crowd looking for Darren. "You Idiot! That was the fun of the party, unless you cheated,"she laughed at herself. Rita stopped to listen to people chatting to each other. The rules were, you were not to ask who each other were. If you thought recognized the voice, you still weren't completely sure. A dapper man in a black coat and a wide-brimmed hat walked over to her and said "Hello pretty lady" Although he couldn't see it she was blushing "Hello.." she replied. They stood there awkwardly staring at each other. His name was Jack.. He was the husband of the new woman Minister in our town. He was the same high as her husband, actually same build. Rita was sure it was her husband.He had recognized her and was putting on an accent to throw her. Jack thought this was his wife and she was acting very shy to go with her queen Elisabeth costume. So as not to spoil things they went along with things. They chatted with others but always came back to each other to continue. They were both getting to the point of feeling no pain that's for sure. Every time Rita went to the Bathroom she made sure her nipples were exposed for the men to see if the looked real hard. Jack came over again to make sure Rita was doing ok. Now Jack had enough drink into him to make sure she knew he saw her nipples. "Those look good enough to eat" he said snuggling up to her. He put his arm around her neck and his hand snaked down to her nipple. He with his thumb and finger he rolled it back and forth while he gazed into her eyes. It was then she realized it wasn't Darren, Her Husband. She knocked his hand away and said, "don't do that" Rita walked away quickly.She couldn't help feeling his fingers lightly pinching her nipple. It felt great and made her juices flow. As she walked away, she was dripping down her thigh. She went out the balcony and knocked back another drink. She followed a couple out to the garden to get some air. The waiter walked by and she grabbed another drink. She giggled at the thought of how many husbands had done the same thing,"How erotic " she though. She walk for what seemed along time and thought she should get back to the house to find Darren. As she turned around, she heard a snap of a twig. She stopped to listen. "Your getting silly know she thought to her self... It's haallllloooowwwweeeeeennnnn " she giggle at her self and began her stroll back to the house. "SNAP" She stopped again, dead in her tracks, and slowly turned around. She didn't see anything... or at least, she didn't think she did. She turned around and kept walking – then heard the noise again. A footstep! Then another! Rita glanced behind her, her heart beating in her throat. What she saw sent a chill down her spine. Behind her, perhaps fifty feet away, there was now the figure of a man. At least it seemed to be a man. It was dark and difficult to tell. Nevertheless, the man –Phantom – was definitely there. While it was in shadow, it was no shadow itself. Then it smiled. Amid the black shape, a white, glaring, feral smile. Then she heard the chuckle. She heard a low and looming chuckle that seemed to come from the pit of hell itself. She turned to run, stumbled as her heel broke under her. Rita grabbed her shoe and kept going, running with a limp. She glanced behind her and saw the figure getting closer, the chuckling getting louder. She kept running, closer to the house and safety. Then she realized the chuckling had stopped. She stood absolutely still. No footsteps! She looked behind her, and saw in the pale moonlight that there was no one there. She sighed deeply, turned back toward the house... Rita let out a bloodcurdling scream! The phantom was standing directly in front of her, not more than ten feet away, blocking her path to the boulevard! And that horrid, horrid grin! She spun around again, her heart leaping in her chest, stumbling through wet grass from the recent sprinkling, as fast as her long legs could carry her. The parking lot! She had passed it before, now perhaps it was her safety. She stumbled toward it, turned the corner and started down it. The chuckling right behind her; she could swear she could feel her pursuer's breath on her neck. Then in horror she realized she had come to a dead end! Rita turned around, and saw the dark shape, almost on top of her, with its grisly smile, laughing menacingly. Rita screamed again, but knew no one could hear her. The music was too loud. She could feel the phantoms cold hands grabbed her wrists and forced back against a cold cement wall. The phantom carefully with one hand scooped out her tit. Terror flooded her soul as she suddenly felt his hot mouth sucking her nipple. His tongue twirl little circles as he sucked hard. She felt the skirt of her dress being pulled up... She was now shaking and mystified as to what was happening. As the beast sucked her nipple she could feel soothing hot against her sopping wet bald cunt. "Oh my Gwadddddd there are two of them" she tried to scream, but was so scared nothing would come out of her mouth. It was then that she felt her cunt lips being roughly pulled apart and a rough tongue devouring her cunt. She was trying to free her self and then realized she loved what was happening to her. She was being raped and loving to feeling. Was she crazy? On the other hand, was she so scared that she just let it happen. The other man, as it were, she hadn't seen, it was doing a phenomenal job on her cunt. His tongue would slide up her slit like a dagger and then it would suck hard in her clit. Slide his tongue back down to her opening and plunge his tongue into her cunt fucking her with his tongue. At the same time that was happening the phantom now had both tits hanging out of the top of her dress,.He was taking his turn on each tit and holding her hands over her head. The other man was now licking her ass. Gwaddddddd she was soooooooooo wet. "How could she be liking this... Its rape!!"Was all she could think of! Then she felt her dress being lifted up over her head. The hoop was only going to get in the way.The phantom held the hoop up over her head with her hands in it and the harder she tried to get away the more she got tangled up in it. The phantom began to laugh " Mwwwahhhahhahahahaha"It was then she felt a huge cock being forced inside her! She was being raped by this phantom! She screamed again, but it put its ghostly, yet strangely muscular, hand over her mouth to stifle her screams as it rammed into her repeatedly. Then to her utter horror she realized the other man was behind her forcing his hard cock in her ass and grabbing harshly at her tits, pulling hard at her nipples as he rammed her from behind. They developed a rhythm... her body was responding! Maybe it was the fear, the adrenaline rush, but she felt her hips grinding up against this phantom cock and her ass against the manly body behind her as it assaulted her again and again. Then suddenly she screamed again – but this time, in orgasm! – as she felt hot semen gushing inside her, heard the chuckling phantom groan... Then a hauntingly howl from behind as he filled her ass with his hot cum. Totally overcome with terror, and with ecstasy, Rita passed out. Rita awoke in the parking lot a short time later. The Phantoms were gone. She arose, her legs weak and trembling, partly from fear and partly from her orgasm. She found her mask and put it on, and stumbled back to the house.. She was to embarrassed to go in.She had too much to drink and wondered away from the party.She was raped, that much was true, but what she was more ashamed and embarrassed about was she had enjoyed it so much. Finally hailing a cab, she stumbled into the door of her house. Jack and Darren were sitting in chairs in a dark corner of the living room as she entered. "Rita, where the hell have you been? People have been looking all over for you." "Darren I was raped!!" She began to cry and ran to him. "Awe honey... Its all right... we were careful not to hurt you" Darren smiled and chucked looming chuckle. Darren grabbed her wrist with his cold clammy hands. Jack crept up behind her and snuck under her dress...Devouring her sloppy cum filled cunt... Mwaaahahahahahahahahahahahahaaha A Halloween Tale The moon rose full and bright as Demitri treaded through the halls of the manor. The mistress would be rising soon, there was much to be done. When he finished lighting the candles that lined the hallway he swung the heavy plank door on it's hinges. An eerie creek echoed against the stone walls. After lighting the wall torches he set about laying out clothing and the shiny silver mirror and brush the mistress loved so much. Perfectly on time he completed his preparation. The mistress stood in the doorway watching the little hunchback scurry around the room. Without turning Demitri greeted the mistress after having felt her icy stare on his back. She swooped into the room and without another word Demitri began readying her for the night. There was no shyness in the mistress as Demitri removed her sleeping gown. Her pure white flesh shown ghastly bright in the torch light. Even her breasts were white, giving only a hint of pink on the tips of her nipples. As Demitri stole a glance at the mistresses eyes he noted that they too were nearly colorless. His heart went out to the mistress. He dearly loved her. But her time was running out. She must do well tonight or surely he would lose her. Demitri had done his homework. He had ventured into town under the cover of darkness many times and hunted for potential victims. He knew the best place for the mistress to find her prey would be at the Halloween party tonight in the town square. He spent hours with a needle and thread and had fashioned a costume for the mistress that would display her assets to their fullest advantage. Her body was quite extraordinary. Soft luscious curves gave her a very feminine appearance. Demitri didn't dare look at her when she might notice but he had often stared at her while she slept. Her long deep sleeps had given him ample opportunity to study her intently. Had she known how often he had sat near her bed, cock in hand, stroking himself, she would undoubtedly have sent him away. It had been three hundred years that he had performed his masturbating ritual and not once had he allowed himself release. He saved that for the mistress. He wished more than anything that one day she would look upon him and desire him and take him for hers. The mistress however hardly looked upon him at all and when she did it seemed with quiet indifference. Demitri slid the black silk gown over the mistresses head and let it fall into her lap as she sat before him. She stood and Demitri felt his cock straining against his trousers as he smoothed the body hugging gown down over her hips. He longed to hold her close to him but he knew his place. Taking the silver chain link belt he positioned it around her waist leaving the end dangling against the front of her left hip. Then he stepped back to inspect his work. It always amazed him that even without a bra his mistresses breasts rose high and proud under her gown. The deep V neckline displayed her cleavage to perfection. He gently put his hand on her shoulder and motioned for her to sit then he set about brushing her long jet black hair. Her hair was so long that he had to pull it up so she wouldn't sit on it. Delicately and with long slow strokes he brushed the already shining hair to an even brighter luster. Then he handed the little silver mirror to the mistress. She held it up and looked. As always, she saw Demitri in the mirror. He didn't know that was the only reason she used the mirror and the reason she loved it so much. She bore no reflection so wondered what Demitri thought she was doing when she looked. He knew better than to question her however. Long ago Demitri had decided that looking in the mirror was the mistress's way of showing her appreciation for his time spent dressing her so carefully. She never thanked him and he never expected it. She let him live and work in the manor and that was thanks enough. Demitri put one last finishing touch to her outfit. Dipping a brush in a pot of bright red lip cream he decorated her lips, accentuating their fullness. As he guided her to the door he gave her instructions to the Halloween party. She still had not said a word but simply nodded that she understood. Demitri slipped the black cape lined in red silk over her shoulders and watched her walk to the waiting limousine. Her hips swayed tauntingly and again he felt the ache in his loins. When she was out of sight he closed the door and thought about her task. This was her three hundredth Halloween. By midnight tonight she must drink the blood of a willing virgin or she would perish. She hadn't put this off until the last minute. She was only allowed to hunt on Halloween and she had found many virgins. They however had not been willing to die for her. Even when she explained that they would not die but have eternal life they had laughed or screamed and she had been forced to take them unwillingly. She wasn't an evil mistress really. She kept all of her victims. Even now they were resting in their chambers waiting for her to beckon them for favors. Each slave had household duties and when they were not performed properly the slaves were sent to Demitri for punishment. The mistress never punished, she only gave the rewards. This of course made the slaves loathe Demitri and love the mistress, but he didn't mind, as he too, loved her. Demitri had often watched through the secret passageways as the mistress rewarded her slaves. She always began with a bath. Slowly she undressed the slave. Then she admired his naked body in the firelight. Sometimes she would tease him, touching his body everywhere but the one place she knew he wanted her to touch. She bid him to lay in the long shallow bath and then gently sponge bathed him. When all else was purified she washed his sex. Often times her mouth would follow her hands. She licked and sucked the slave's cock as he lay in the warm water. The moans she received told Demitri that the slave enjoyed this very much. Depending on the amount of rewarding being done the mistress would either let the slave taste her or order him to her bed where she would ride him mercilessly for hours on end. Demitri watched and stroked and dreamed of the day the mistress would reward him. But she never rewarded him and he assumed this was because he was not of her kind. He was not a vampire, he was simply living a curse of immortal life. He longed to be one of her kind and belong to her completely. With that thought, he dared face his prosecutor, and crept away from the manor toward the pitch black forest above the town. The limousine pulled into the town square and the mistress immediately began her hunt. She wandered through the crowd of people, watching and listening. She was very careful not to choose a virgin too young as she didn't want children as slaves should they prove unwilling to be immortal. A group of four young men caught her eye. Wiggling her hips seductively, she sauntered up to them. All eyes immediately went to her breasts. They were almost completely exposed and seemed to glow under the street lights as they rose and fell with her breathing. She smiled, showing her fangs, and the men immediately complimented her on the authenticity of her costume. Tonight there was no time to waste. She told them she was looking for a virgin. Three of them declared they were and of course she knew they were kidding. The fourth however remained silent. She smiled and asked the quiet one to dance. As they danced she told him stories of immortality. She asked him if he'd like to live forever and told him how wonderful it was. He just listened and smiled. The mistress began to think she was making progress when out of nowhere an older woman grabbed the young mans ear and dragged him away from her. Swearing under her breathe, she remembered how mothers had gotten in her way a few times before. The hunt continued. As the mistress wandered around a corner of the bandstand a hand touched her shoulder. Upon turning she was greeted by a man dressed as an archer. He had piercing blue eyes that threw her off for a second. She just stared at him, then remembering herself, smiled and began to turn away. The archer spoke up quickly and asked her to dance. She had no time for dancing with men his age who looked this tantalizing. Surely he was not a virgin. She thanked him, but said no as politely as she could and again began to walk away. He ran around in front of her and complimented her on her costume. Surely she could dance with him just once. She began to get angry and declined once again. The man would not relent and finally the mistress decided to dance with him rather than to waste her time arguing. The song being played was a ballad and the archer held her tightly. She was most uncomfortable with his boldness. He slid his hand up and down her back and after spinning her once, slipped his hand under her cape as she came back into his arms. His hand roamed lower and soon found her round firm buttocks. Very angry now, she hissed in his ear that she was looking for a virgin and if he was not, and did not wish to die, he would remove his hand immediately. He chuckled and smacked her behind playfully. No one did that to the mistress! Grabbing his hand she led him off the dance floor and across the square to a small grouping of trees. He pulled her back against him and kissed her hard. Her eyes glowed with anger and he held her tightly. She was amazed by his strength. No ordinary man could hold her if she didn't allow it. His lips moved to her neck and she felt an odd vulnerability as he sucked on the tender flesh below her ear. She fought his grasp with all her might. He pressed his mouth to her ear and told her he would have her whether she liked it or not. Panic began to flood her senses. She had no time for this! A new strength came to her from her fear and she broke free of her captor. Knocking him to the ground, she pounced. She sat on his hips and pinned his arms to either side. He irritated her even more with the costume he was wearing. The archer's quiver on his back kept him from laying flat on the ground. Out of habit, she asked him if he was willing to die for her. He startled her by saying, "yes." She stared into those piercing blue eyes and smiled wickedly, bearing her fangs. The archer lay his head back presenting his neck to her. One quick movement drew the life blood from his veins. As the mistress drank she felt warmth filling her body. She sat up and her body began to spasm. Her hips rocked wildly against the archer's. She felt as if she would explode with the pleasure she was feeling. Her body warmed from the tips of her toes all the way to her scalp. She felt reborn and more alive than she had felt in three hundred years. This man was a virgin! She looked down into the eyes of her saviour. They were deep brown. And the face was familiar. It took her a few seconds to place the man and then with a shock she realized it was Demitri. Her dear Demitri. She had loved him secretly ever since she had been taken as a slave in the manor. He had always taken care of her and when she had become the mistress of the manor he had continued his care. She begged him to tell her how he had done this and why. He explained that he had gone to the one who had placed the curse on him and begged for this chance to save her. With a few spells his appearance was changed and his wish granted. The evil woman felt that an eternal life as a vampire was a much worse fate than she had bestowed upon him and released him from his curse. Now he truly belonged to the mistress. And he had done it because he loved her. Passion overtook her and the mistress rained kisses across Demitri's face. His eyelids, his cheeks, his lips, and his neck where she licked a drop of his blood and smiled. Quickly she stood and removed her cape and gown. Standing naked in the moonlight she took his breathe away. He had admired her so many times before, but she had never been this beautiful. She held her hand out to him and helped him off the ground. He stood before her and removed his archer costume. When he was naked she quivered at the sight. He was magnificently tall and muscular. She embraced him and ran her hands up and down her back. With a realization, she stepped back and turned him to the side. He quickly explained that being a hunchback had been part of the curse and now he was free of his hump. The mistress hugged him to her breasts and cried. They had saved each other. If only they had thought to do this three hundred years ago. Demitri picked her up and carried her to a place where the moonlight shown like a spotlight through the trees. Gently, he laid her down and kissed her lips. His hands roamed her body feeling the curves he had not been allowed to enjoy. He kissed her breasts noticing the dark pink nipples she now had. Unable to resist he sucked first one and then the other. He squeezed them and pinched them watching the colors they took. She moaned with delight. When his hand ventured to her sex she was ready for him. Her softly furred mound was warm and moist. He slid between her parted legs and kissed her deeply. He had waited for so long for release that when he sank his cock into her he came almost immediately. His head went back and he howled at the moon. The mistress felt him shudder and fill her fuller than she had ever been. His hardness didn't subside with his release and he began to move within her. Arching her back she met every thrust. His hands found her swollen clit and as he had seen the slaves do, he rubbed it slowly as he rode her. Her orgasm quickly approached and she wrapped her legs tightly around him, pulling him deeper into her. At the stroke of midnight Demitri and his mistress united for eternity. A Halloween Tale It was a normal night before all hallows eve. Everything in the neighborhood seemed normal. People making ready for trick or treaters and private parties etc. But unknowingly to them this year would be far far different indeed. For off in a nearby cemetery, covered by fog and the smell of death. Five shadows prepared for all hallows eve. Plotting a dark and devilish plan to make this Halloween unforgettable. They made plans for the very night all celebrate death , to make a few lives different. They readied themselves for the very night they may walk amongst the living un-noticed by all.. These five shadows have names and I shall introduce you to them. There is August Never a true vampire Then Incubus a sex demon from the bowels of hell itself. Then there is Sexecutioner a executioner with a sexual twist. Also Valgard Grimseth a werewolf. And last but not least for the upcoming season there is.. Psyanta Claws the Psycho Santa who treats only the naughty with gifts. The five plot all night and by the time the sun rises they are gone.... It's all hallows day, and everyone is making final plans for the night. The Johnson's are having an adult masquerade ball inviting all there friends to cum.. The local radio station is having a concert outside as every year on Halloween. The children can't wait to get out of school and the sun to go down... The haunted houses are anticipating great crowds... Everything is in place and seems normal until the sun goes down and the full moon rises... As darkness takes over the city, five shadows appear in the cemetery... They dance with glee with one another. Then they embark on a twisted journey to celebrate Halloween... Each going there separate ways... Valgard Grimseth in human form and looking sexier than ever *sniffs the air* and takes off thru the woods. August Never jumps in his Ferrari and takes off for the Johnson's. Incubus Vanishes into thin air entering the land of dreams... Sexecutioner walks out onto the streets dressed in an executioner's outfit and disappears into the city. Psyanta Claws jumps on a conjured up sled with skeletal reindeer taking off across the night sky. Coming to the edge of the woods Valgard Grimseth *Stops* Seeing a woman in distress.. *click click* click click* Oh you piece of shit junk car.. *click click* *click click* He advances towards her car.. Hell of a night to be stranded out here in the dark woods lady.. She jumps his voice startles her.. Yea you can say that ... Whats wrong with your car ? I don't know it just died and won't start back up... Well I tell ya what pop the hood and lets see whats wrong with it... *pop* Valgard Fumbles around then says try it.. *crank crank crank Vrrrrooooom Vrrrrrrooooom* Gee you got it fixed..I am ever so gratefull to you my name is Susan..*smiling* *Closing hood* My name is Valgard and if I may get a ride into town we'd be even *smiling back* Sure hop in.. Valgard gets into the car...and she takes off.. So where to *looking at Valgard* Anywhere there is a party... She studies him closely..well ya know we could make our own party...*smiling* Anything you say baby anything you say... She reaches over and grabs his cock and squeezes it playfully as they head to her house.. Once there they get out of the car and make way inside where they fling clothes all over the house. Grabbing at each other until they fall to the floor as one.. Susan Straddles him and looks down into his eyes.. Ya know I have always wanted to be fucked from behind doggy style *smiling* But first we have to get you ready as she grabs his cock and sucks it into her hot wet mouth.. Mmmmm she sucks on it... Valgard rolls his eyes into his head enjoying this moment.. Then he grabs at her and brings her cunt above him and goes into a 69 with her. Licking her cunt as she sucks his cock.. Then after awhile they unlock and she gets on all four spreading herself wide and offering her ass up at him.. Valgard slips his cock into her wet cunt and begins to fuck her slowly she buries her face into a pillow as she screams out in pleasure.. Valgard transforms in his true self the beast a werewolf Grabbing her by the hips claws digging into her she screams OOOOOHHHH Yes fuck me doggy style Mmmmm she meets his thrusts.. Valagard continues to violate her cunt...pounding her rapidly.. She quivers and goes into orgasmic bliss screaming into the pillow OOOOh fuck me harder harder she cries.. Valgard Feeling the need to cum as well buries his knot into her and cums serveral hard shots.. Whewwww baby that was very *she turns looking at Valgard* Then she screams in terror as Valgard Locks onto her throat ripping it out.. Pulling himself out of her cunt he pads off into the night... Meanwhile... Sexecutioner is out walking the streets.. He looks at a house and knows this is the place. A woman of maybe mid 30's is passing out candy to kids.. when the area is clear he makes his way to the door.. *Ding dong* She opens the door... Trick or Treat he says... Treat she replies.. No way bitch it's trick time as he pushes her thru the door way and enters the house locking the door.. She tries to run but slips on a throw rug.. What is it you want..she looks at him in horror ? For your crimes of turning down certain men in your life and for being a stuck up bitch when men tried to be nice to you and you ignored them cause they were not popular or great looking... You are hearby sentenced to Sexecution. Her face freezes in shock.. He grabs her and drags her downstairs into the basment gags her and ties her up naked by the beams above. He takes her legs spreading them apart and tieing them that way to sturdy objects.. He looks into her eyes.. Judgment time.. He pulls out one small dildo and one large dildo shaped vibrators.. Lubes em up and turns em on high shoving the small one up her ass the large one up her cunt.. And backs away... After awhile he walks over and grabs two large pales filling them with water he places each of her feet in them.. Then he grabs a set of Hemostats and places one on each of her nipples.. Then takes an egg vibrator turning it on high he strokes it across her clit... She tries to speak but only muffled sounds of MMmm Mmm are heard... As she is being violated by this stranger... He rises and grabs an extention cord rips it apart baring the two wires placing one wire in each pale... He goes back to rubbing her clit with the egg vibrator.. Then she begins to shake violently reaching orgasmic state He rises grabbing the plug in for the cord...as he watches her body rocking in orgasm.. When she peaks he plugs the cord into the wall As she is jolted by electricity and orgasm... Her body thrashing about wildly... When he knows she has had enough he unplugs the cord... Walking by her dead body on his way out he says.. Happy Halloween bitch.. and vanishes into the night.. Meanwhile... Psyanta Claws Lands on a nearby rooftop.. Grabbing his Sack of goodies. He drops down the chimmney Ho Ho Ho Happy Halloween Ho Ho Ho Happy Halloween A light turns on and a woman creeps down the stairs to see whats up.. Hello is anybody there ??? Hello ? She turns on the livingroom light..and there before her very eyes is a jolly fat man in a red suit.. Who the fuck are you ? Well I am Psyanta Claws and your on my list for gifts.. Really well I don't ever remember being good... Well thats the great part I give presents to naughty women and you been very naughty Ashly.. How do you know my name ? I told you your on my list right here *he points to the list* Ashley Crumwell 512 Chestnut Ave. She walks closer to see if it is true.. Oh I don't bite come sit upon Psyanta's Lap and lets see how naughty you have been.. She moves closer to the stranger.. Comon Ashley I don't have all night ya know I have lots of presents to give out still.. She climbs into his lap. He wraps his arm about her cupping a breast and playing with her nipple as a moan escapes her mouth.. Lets see Hmmm you been very naughty I see you like to suck cock ? He looks to her... Well then how about a sample of that ya cocksucker.. as he pulls out his massive 13 inch cock.. My god she gasps.. It's all yours Ashley go on suck it ya know ya want too.. She slides off him and grabs his cock in her hands and begins to suck on it... Mmmmm Yea Ashley thats it Suck Psyanta's Cock... Mmmmm she continues to suck on it deep throating him all the way to his balls with out gagging.. Mmmmm Ohhhhh yes Ashley he moans... She looks up into his eyes... knowing she makes him happy for she is a very very naughty woman.. She strokes and sucks him faster and faster.. Then he Moans loadly Ashley I'm gonna cum in your hot fuckin mouth.. She sucks him harder and deeper.. Then his balls fill and he shoots off load after load into her throat.. She continues to suck him swallow it all and not missing a single drop..when he is done she releases his cock and looks up at him.. Damn you sure are naughty Ashley... Says her you like to be fucked hard in your ass.. I sure do as she undresses and offers him her ass.. He grabs his cock spitting on it and her asshole he drives it in her ass in one huge shove.. She cries out in pain and the massive cock penetrates her asshole. She never felt so good never had a cock this huge up he ass but she is enjoying it.. OHHHHHhhhhhh MMmmm yea Fuck me. He begins to pound her ass slamming her hard you like that ya fuckin little whore ya like being naughty do ya ya dirty bitch he bellows as he pounds her ass.. you bet I fuckin do Psyanta fuck my ass give it to me I'm a naughty woman.. He pounds her and she meets his thrusts equally.. He continues to pound her ass and feels his balls weighing down by cum.. Mmmmm Ashley you nasty bitch I'm I'm gonna Mmmmmmmmm Yessssss He cums deep inside her ass sending her over the edge she cums too Ohhhhhhh yea fuck me Psyanta I'm a dirty bitch I'm your little whore.. then she collapses.. Later when she awakens in a pool of cum, she notices a present.. Grabbing it it is addressed to her. Opening it she finds a full set of Doc Johnson toys.. Ho Ho Ho Happy Halloween to all and to all a frightfull night... Meanwhile... Somewhere in town... A lady named Connie lays in bed dreaming hot passionate dreams... When suddenly she moves in her sleep sencing someone is eating her pussy.. What The Fuck she wakes up she thinks and looks down between her legs.. And there between her legs is Incubus the demon of sex in all his glory.. Her eyes roll up into the back of her head Mmmmm she grabs him by his horned head driving him into her as she fucks his face.. His serpent like tongue working in and out of her cunt the ends each tickle her clit.. She is lost in desire her body on fire.. and she moans and continues to hump into his face.. Incubus knows she is lost in pleasure and continues to eat her pussy.. she moans and girates into him begging him to give her more.. He takes one of his massive fingers and slips it into her cunt filling her completly.. OOOOOOOOhhhhhh so fucking good feels so fucking good eat me eat my pussy she cries... He obeys her desire and continues to lick and finger her cunt.. eventually sending her over the edge. Ohhhhhh YESSSSSsssss Yesssss she humps his face faster and faster ... Gonna gonna MMmmmm her body quivers as she cum spraying it on his finger and face.. He licks her clean , then rises... She begs him fuck me please fuck me I need your hard cock inside me demon or no demon a cock is a cock.. So he obeys her.. Grabbing his huge cock he slides it into her pussy all the way to the base. Mmmmm feels so good she moans.. He begins to pump in and out of her slowly at first then gains speed as he goes along.. Finally he is fucking her so hard his balls make loud slaps on her ass.. Yes Yes my demon lover fuck my pussy fuck it good.. Give me all your cock you demonic man you.. He continues to ram his hard shaft into her wanting cunt.. She is lost in sexual bliss.. And fucks him back.. Suddenly she screams out in orgasm OOOOOOOooooohhhhhhh fuck yes Fuck me Fuck me. As he joins her in orgasm.. He says not a word but shoots hot load after load of steaming hot cum into her womb. Filling her up so much it runs out and down her like a free flowing stream.. She convulses and passes out.. When she awakes he is gone... Her bed Soaking wet.. was she dreaming she thinks ? Maybe Maybe not lets see what happens in 9 months *grinz* Meanwhile... August Never is at the Johnsons Masqurade Ball... Sipping on a glass of wine he scans the room thru yellow catlike eyes. Spotting a hot little thing he goes to her and introduces himself. They make small talk , then head off into the house for privacy. She unzips his pants and takes out his limp cock and strokes it. When it gets hard she swallows it all.. Then she licks around the shaft and swallows it again Mmmmm August grabs the back of her head and begins to face fuck her. Then after awhile he pushes her away and glides her to the floor.. Pulling her Skirt and panties down and off he buries his face into her twat and begins to eat her.. She grabs two fists of hair grinding his face into her.. August licks and sucks on her clit playfully Then slides his tongue into her moving it about.. She whimpers in exstacy..Mmmmm yes Mmmm god your great.. Eat my pussy ...Mmmm Ohhhh yeaaaaa She cums and cums hard the orgasm rattles her body like a jackhammer.. OHhhhhhh she cires out I'm Cuuuummmming Mmmmm He licks her clean..Then rises.. Removing his pants and underware he takes his rigid cock and slips in into her awaiting cunt.. They begin to fuck. and pick up the pace bit by bit.. Untill they are fucking like wild animals.. Mmmmm yes fuck me she cries out in his ear pound my pussy give me that hard cock.. He continues to fuck her. Fuck fuck fuck Mmmmmm .. Damn fuck me OHHhhhhh yesssssss He keeps pounding her feeling the urge to Cum but holding back for the right moment.. He kisses and sucks on her neck.. As she screams out in Orgasm August Cums to.. At that very Moment he sinks his fangs into her neck and drains her almost to death.. Slipping out of her he looks down to her..Eternal life or Death you choose ? She looks up to him terrified of him as his fangs glisten with her blood.. She says not a word but chooses to die.. August Grabs her body and Vanishes into the night.. Later all Hallows Eve... The five regroup in the cemetary and tale of there journeys.. As the sun rises they vanish only to be a memory.. On behalf of my five characters:: August Never , Incubus , Sexecutioner , Valgard Grimseth & Psyanta Claws And Myself We'd Like to wish you all a very Happy and Safe Halloween & God Bless America... A Halloween Tale He kicked his jeans and underwear off and I followed him into the bedroom I had waken in just a half hour before. He pushed the jacket off my shoulders until it fell in a heap on the floor, then pulled my dress over my head and gasped. "No bra? No panties?" He crooked an eyebrow. I felt I could read his thoughts like I could read an open book. There was no way he wouldn't make love to me. I would have bet money that he had never been with a black woman and the novelty of me was too much to resist. "Do you think Pocahontas shopped at Victoria's Secret? I didn't," My voice broke as his hand cupped my breast and gently hefted the weight of it. His blue eyes ran the length of my body, wandering from my eyes down over my heart-shaped face, and across my large breasts, down to my Brazilian waxed pussy; He was smitten. "You are incredibly sexy, Ella," He bent his head to take my nipple into his mouth and I melted. Vaugely I heard a mewling noise that seemed to increase until the sounds were a full blown scream. Then I realized it was me doing the screaming and I stuffed my hand in my mouth to stiffle the noise. "Don't you dare," Will scolded. "I want you to scream. I want you to scream my name until your throat is raw and you go hoarse." He sucked and bit at my nipples until I was squirming and begging him to fuck me. Rather than fuck me he ran a finger around the moist lips of my pussy, and traced a line from my clit to my ass and back again. My hips raised off the bed and he chuckled. "Who's pussy is this?" Will taunted. "For right now, it's yours," I said bravely. I had never had to beg any man to get what I wanted in bed, but then, it had been a good long while since I had to even direct another human in the general direction of what I wanted. Will worked a finger into my pussy and I grunted in pleasure and pain. My body bucked and he worked his finger in and out of my body. I was hungry for more, and I let him know. Will was obviously well-versed in how to pleasure a woman. His touch and stroke were perfect and sure; he seemed to know just what my body wanted and needed. He was the only perfect lover I had ever had. "You're tight," he said. His voice was muffled by the dark nipple in his mouth. He let the nub go and kissed me the length of my body across the flat expanse of my belly, his tounge flicking for just a second into the crevese of my navel, then through the coarse black hair at the junction of my thighs. When the tip of his tounge dipped into the very center of me, I shouted his name. I felt like my body was on fire. Every nerve ending burned and ached for him to fill me. I begged for him, but he sucked my clit until I roughly pushed him away, needing a moment to collect myself and to let the orgasm coursing through my body settle. I felt sore and wrung out when my body finally fell limply on the bed and my trembling stopped. I closed my eyes, not wanting to see his face. I just wanted to enjoy the feeling of total satisfaction. I didn't want to see who had made me feel so good. I felt the bed shift and Will was laying on his side giving me a lopsided grin when I opened my eyes. I gave him a puzzled look and glanced down at the tanned hand that lay heavily on my stomach, and the erection that pushed against my leg. He moved to kiss me and our lips locked together as he moved his body over me and pushed his thickness into me and seperated the distance between us. I hissed in pain, surprised that he was so big and filled me so completely. "You're so tight, Ella," he whispered as he held himself completely still. He kissed me again, deeply this time. If I hadn't caught myself, tears would have sprung to my eyes. Will Richards was hardly a man I would think could be tender and loving. "You feel amazing. Jesus, you're beautiful." I said nothing, but lifted my hips to encourage him to move inside me. He took his cue and almost tenderly, he moved in and out of me bringing me to the edge of reason. I had a series of small orgasms that didn't seem to end. My pussy clutched at him desperately. I was wonderfully incoherent and inarticulate I couldn't seem to remember anything but his name and I cried it out so long and so loudly that I did lose my voice. He moved to put my legs over his shoulders, and with his first thrust I came so hard I drenched the two of us and his cover with my juices. He smiled lazily at me and then pounded me so hard I was pretty sure I was going to pass out. With a final push, Will pulled out of me quickly and came all over me from my breasts to my navel. His cum formed pearly globs and strings on my stomach. I dipped a fingertip into the spot just above my pubic hair and tasted him. I shook my head thinking it was a waste that he had not let me know that he was close to cumming. I would have liked to taste more of him. "It has been far too long," I murmured to myself. Sitting up, I grabbed a few tissues from the nightstand and wiped any trace of Will away. "Thanks for the ride and a place to stay." I got up, put on my Pocahontas dress, slipped my shoes back on and took down my hair then pulled it into a ponytail. "That's it?" Will sat up. The six pack of his abs rippled under the skin. "You weren't expecting a relationship to come out of this?" I scoffed. "Really, Will. In case you forgot, you were the one who spread those awful rumors about what a frigid bitch I am." "Ella—" His eyes looked hurt and for a second my heart almost broke. "It's all right, I won't say anything to anyone at the office." I bent over, gave him a long slow kiss, I let my tongue slide over his, then I moved to the door. "See you Monday." "Can I at least call you?" Will asked pathetically. He covered himself with the comforter that was covered in my scent. I almost felt sorry for him "I'll call you, okay?" I shut the bed room door behind me and walked out the front door. I looked back at the house only long enough to give the cab company the address for where to pick me up.And when the cab driver arrived twenty minutes later I climbed in and let him pull away. I am sure Will had been standing at the window the whole time watching me. If I wasn't careful, I could let myself fall in love with him, but I wasn't going to let that happen. Not ever. A Halloween Tale It is Halloween. I am very tired. I just want to go home and rest. And maybe hand out candy to trick-or-treaters. I walk out of the building. Sam Smith walks up beside me. He is one of the nicer fellows from the engineering group. I enjoyed his company at lunch sometimes. He asks, "Mattie, Do you want to go to a Halloween party tonight at the Eastside Inn? Most of the real party-animals plan on being there. You should blend right in." My name is Matilda Czemcke; everyone called me Mattie. I am the chief accountant for supply side business. "No, thanks, Sam. After the time we have all spent together the last few weeks, I just want to spend a quiet evening alone." It has been a very long couple of weeks. We have just installed the hardware and software for the new corporate accounting system. The four week schedule of installation, hookup, run-in, debug, trial runs, data dump and start-up was compressed into a two week ordeal. But we finally got it done; it was up and running. I was happy just to go home for a break. It was Halloween. I had really wanted to sit in the recliner and rest for the evening. "Ah, come on Mattie. I can't see you sitting alone and entertaining the kids as the troll around and extort candy from you." I reply acting disgusted, "Sam, I love Halloween. When I was a kid, we used to go around for hours and fill bags with goodies. Maybe you should get out more and see the simple things of life." "Okay, okay. You go ahead and spend the evening in peace. You know where we will be if you get bored. Bye." I stand at my car and wave, and then I open the door and hop inside. Finally, the trials and turmoil are over. Now, off to my safe haven. *** In a couple of hours, the trick-or-treaters would be out, and, as much as I did not want to bother with it, I had some candy in a bowl by the door. My condo was tucked away at the end of a housing development. The development was small as we were about half a mile outside the town. Behind my condo is a one hundred foot wide section of trees and another small development behind them. I see their lights from the back door. We did not get too many kids out on Halloween in our neighborhood. Kids just did not go trick-or-treating anymore. There was a dance at the high school, and I saw a couple of houses that looked like parties were going on as I drove home. The Eastside Inn parking lot looked fairly full. Maybe I should have stopped. I had wanted to go, but I was so tired I did not feel like I could make it through another long night. I am sitting in the recliner, looking at the clock. It says 6:39. Twenty-one minutes and the official trick-or-treat time begins. The town had instituted a voluntary two-hour Halloween time several years ago. For the most part, the kids and their parents complied with the time limits. I determined that I was not going to answer the door for anyone before seven o'clock. The phone rings. Who can that be? Do I really want to pick it up? Ring. Ring. I pick it up. "Hello." There is a voice with a gravelly sound and seems to be far away. "Hello, Matilda, this is Grandpa." My only living grandparent was my Grandpa Vladimir. He always called me Matilda. He was the only person who I would allow that privilege. He still lived in the mountains in Romania where my dad's family had lived before immigrating here. I was born just after they arrived in this country. "Hi, Grandpa. Why are you calling me now? It must be very late where you are. Isn't it after midnight?" "Yes. It is late, but I had to speak to you. Do you still live in the condominium?" Grandpa had visited me a couple of years ago. He had never liked the idea of me living alone in the condo. He always mentions it every time we talk. "Yes, Grandpa, I am still here. Are you okay? Nothing is wrong is there?" I did not want another lecture on living alone in the condo. I enjoyed my talks with Grandpa. He told me a lot about the old world and its customs. It was always fascinating. As far as I knew, his health was okay. I hoped that had not changed. "I am okay. I am calling to remind you of this season." "What?" I reply not understanding what he wants. "It is Halloween night." "Yes, Grandpa. In just a few minutes the trick-or-treaters are going to come by. I already have some candy out by the door now." His voice sounded worried. "No, I do not want you to open the door for anyone. It is the full moon tonight on Halloween night. That is not good." "Oh, come on Grandpa. It's just a bunch of little kids wanting some candy thrown into their bags. We do it every year over here." "No, you do not understand. When Halloween and full moon occur together, it is the night that the Kuddvik Wizards seek out three sacrifices. The wizards are very powerful and they prey on woman like you. They carry woman off to their castle, torment them and then behead them. You have a lineage that goes back directly to one of the wives of the evil lord of the Kuddviks. You must be careful. You must be safe. Please go somewhere and stay with someone. You cannot be alone." Was he serious? "Grandpa, there aren't any wizards around here." Who are the Kuddvik Wizards anyway? Why does he have to bother me with scary stuff on Halloween night? "Besides, there are a bazillion kids walking around trying to load up on candy and sweets. I can't imagine that a sacrifice will be taking place with all this traffic." "I am worried for you. This is not a good night for a woman to be alone. Can you not go to a friend's house or into town to a business or a restaurant?" "Grandpa, I'm too tired to go back out again. Don't worry please. There is nothing to worry about. There are no sacrifices going on here tonight. There are too many people around for something like that." "I wish you would go somewhere. I called you because I cannot sleep. I have been overcome with worry. These are not legends and myths. They are real. The evil lord of the Kuddviks really existed. He went mad when his wives died suddenly and his minions continue to serve him even now." I am not going to take this seriously, but I had to get him settled down and off the phone. I glanced at the clock: 6:52. "Grandpa, I will go somewhere, okay? I don't want you to worry. I will go and stay with someone here in the neighborhood. Will that be okay?" "Do not lie to me. Are you really going?" I did lie to him. "Yes, I'll go as soon as we hang up. Okay?" "You must go. This is not a good night. You will not be safe if you stay alone. You are Romanian -- the wizards will know that." "Okay, Grandpa. I will do it. Now, I must go okay? Please don't worry about me. I will be fine." "You must go somewhere. Please, I am begging." "Grandpa, I will go. Now, you take care, okay? I am going now. Goodbye." "Goodbye. And leave right away." "I will. I love you Grandpa. Now go to sleep and relax. I will be fine. Goodbye." And I hung up the phone. *** Just what I needed: a spooky story just as I was sitting down for trick-or-treaters. I wasn't really going anywhere. There would be half a dozen visits from kids tonight, then nine o'clock would roll around and I would hop into bed and get some sleep. Oh, well. He meant well. I still could not comprehend the culture he had grown up in. Wizards, sacrifices, Halloween, goblins, ghosts and witches - I chuckle thinking about it when the doorbell rings: bong. I can hear kids giggling outside. I open the door. "TRICK OR TREAT," they all shout together. There is a witch and a ghost. There is a boy dressed up like a psycho hatchet murder victim. There is an adult back on the sidewalk saying "Don't forget to say thank you." "Oh, my, don't you all look scary." I plop a couple of candy bars into the each bag. "THANK YOU!" they all say together. They scurry off as I watch them. I shut the door, put the bowl of candy back on the table and walk over to the recliner and sit. I get a little foggy and kind of doze off when I hear: bong. There are more kids! I jump up to the door and open it. "TRICK OR TREAT," they shout. It is two little girls dressed like princesses. They are so cute. "Aren't you two beautiful?" I drop some candy into their backs. They curtsy and say, "Thank you!" They turn around and walk off arm in arm. The phone rings. I move over and pick it up and say, "Hello." I hope it is not Grandpa calling me back. "Hello, Mattie. How is the trick-or-treating going?" It was Sam. I can hear some racket in the background. "I am doing fine. It appears you are partying just as you said you would." "Yeah. It is spectacular." "I am sure. You had better have a designated driver appointed." "Mattie, you know I will do that. Why don't you come on down to the Inn. Everyone is missing you." "No, I am fine here. There were just a couple of cute little girls come by. There were little princesses." "Okay, Mattie. I guess that's fun -- at least, for you anyway. Well, we will let you get back to your evening. Try not to get too crazy." "Have no fear, Sam. I will be fine. Good night." And I hang up the phone. *** I do really enjoy Halloween. I had gone out when I was a kid every year. It was fun running into other kids from school and seeing the various costumes. Then I think about Grandpa's call. He is so silly. I am not going to bothered about his ridiculous Eastern European mythology. I thought about it for a few seconds and went over to the bookshelf. Grandpa had given me an old book on traditions and folklore. Since he had already tried to spook me, I decided I would look up the story on the Kuddvik Wizards. I leafed through the book. It was several hundred pages and written in a hard-to-read script. Ah, there is it was: "Kuddvik (also Kuddvik Wizards)." I read: "The Kuddviks lived in and around a castle in the east section of the Carpathian Mountains in what is presently near the borders of Romania and Moldova. The Kuddviks' Central Asian homeland is not known. They migrated to the Carpathian Mountain region in the 13th and 14th centuries following the decline of the Hun Empire. The Kuddviks were a relatively peaceful group who farmed the low mountain steppes. They were led by a council elected from the group for staggered ten year terms each. There originally was not a single leader of the people. In 1655 the nominal leader of the council, Povniv Morsesle, took a more firm control of the region and began to regulate the culture with the help of a small group of advisers, or, as they were called, wizards. The wizards were purported to have magical powers and were totally in subjection to Morsesle. Morsesle had three wives: Martha Hamilton, Matilda Czemcke, and Ahram Mullaman." Maybe Grandpa was right: I was in the royal line! "In 1657, Morsesle's three wives died within hours of each other from the Black Death. Regardless of the cause, the proximity of the deaths has raised doubts about the authenticity of that part of the story. Morsesle mourned the losses deeply. Eventually his deep remorse became worse and he fell into depression followed soon by insanity. The next year, on All Hallow's Eve, his insanity drove him to have his wizards kidnap three woman, bring them to the castle where they were tortured, sexually abused, and beheaded. The most commonly told version of this story said the beheadings occurred one at a time followed by the striking of a large metal gong. The decapitated bodies would then be thrown into a fire, and the heads would be stored in a hallway deep inside the castle as gruesome reminders to Morsesle. He continued this ritual for the remaining twelve years of his life. Rumors have persisted that the coven of wizards continued with the ritual after his death. There were occasional reports of missing females in the nearby areas that have been attributed to this, but little evidence exists to support the claims. In 1825, a group of so-called wizards were found living in the old Morsesle castle. The Austro-Hungarian government sent a detachment to remove these interlopers. Somehow, they became aware of the coming detachment and left the castle heading westward. If they still exist, their whereabouts is unknown. Rumors continue to swirl in the region as to whether they still exist; there have been reports of activity at the castle around Halloween. However, the castle remains deserted to this day." There was a picture of it on the page. I looked. The castle was dark and appeared to be in a dense forested area. There were two large towers on either side of the gate. The moat was overgrown with weeds and filled with mud. It certainly looked deserted and decrepit. The picture had a note: 'file photo, Jun 1997.' I lay back in the recliner and looked up at the bookshelf. I begin to doze off again and the book slips out of my hand and lands on the floor. I jump back awake and the doorbell rings: bong. I open the door to another chorus of "TRICK OR TREAT." Three of the kids are yelling; they are all dressed as clowns. The fourth kid just stands there and says nothing. He is wearing a black robe with a hood. I can hardly see his face. The first three say "Thank you." The fourth boy just walks off. I watch them as they go on down the street. I look at the clock: 8:05. I am just over half-way done. I will sit back in the chair and rest a bit more. I sit down and get cozy and I can feel myself starting to doze off yet again when I hear the sound: bong. I get up and go open the door. There is a tall figure dressed in a long black robe with a hood. I can barely make out the features on his face; even his eyes are all black -- no whites at all. This is one thorough make-up job. "Good outfit," I say jokingly. "Another little boy just stopped here and had a very similar costume." Then I think for a moment and say, "Are you looking for him?" The figure stands there and says nothing. I am getting a little nervous now so I reach for the door to close it when, suddenly, he reaches out his arm and wraps his hand around my throat. I am frozen for a moment. I do not know what to do. Even if I did, I am too petrified to move. I blurt out, "Let go of me." I take his arm with both of my hands and try to wrestle his hand off my neck. He begins to pick me up by my neck, but there is no pressure on my neck. What is going on? My feet are off the floor and I seem to be floating. I am still holding on to his arms. "You need to let me down right away." I am really getting scared. He does not speak, or even flinch in any way. He starts walking into the condo holding me off the ground as it were. I wrestle harder trying to get his hand from around my neck. Behind him, I see the door swing shut by itself and the lock engages by itself. I think he is going to take me to the bedroom and rape me. I struggle more. The figure continues straight past the hall to the bedroom and heads straight for the back door. I cannot see behind me, but he does not hesitate as he walks out onto the back patio. The back porch light is not on. He walks, holding me up by the neck somehow levitating me, to the edge of the woods. I look at him. His facial expression, at least that I could discern, had not changed whatsoever since he had come through the door. He turns all the way around so that my back is to the condo. He sets me down. I am barefoot and the ground is cold on my feet. I hunch over scared to death and try to resume normal breathing. He turns around, lifts his hands up and looks up toward the full moon. He screams for about five seconds. The neighbors are going to hear that one. But no time for that; it is time for me to get away. I turn to run back to the condo and halt at what I see. The condo is gone. All I see are trees. The only light is from the full moon. My mind starts to spin. No, stop that. I must regain focus. I have got to get out of here. As soon as my brain tells my body to move, the figure has his hands on both of my elbows pulling them together behind my back. He manages (somehow) to tie rope around each elbow holding them almost together. Then he binds my wrists together. The figure wraps his hand around my throat from the back and levitates me again. I am dangling there looking into the trees where my condo had been. Actually, I look back where the whole neighborhood had been. It is not there. The figure pulls on my pants. They come apart at every seam and fall to the ground. He touches my panties and they do the same. He lets me down a bit and pulls on my t-shirt. It, too, comes apart at the seams and falls to the ground. I am now naked and being levitated by a strange figure, dressed from head to toe in black. He sets me back on the ground. He takes a thick round wooden ball with one hand, somehow pushes my teeth apart with the other hand and pushes the ball into my mouth. He pulls cords attached to either end and ties them around the back of my head. I look around; I cannot tell where he gets the gag or the cord. He takes another cord, wraps it three times snugly around my throat and ties it off. He takes the loose end, turns around and pulls me into the woods (or what I am guessing is deeper into the woods. I have no idea where I am). What could be happening? Suddenly, it occurs to me: Grandpa's warning and the book on traditions and folklore. No, it cannot be! This is the twenty-first century. The Kuddyiks were dispersed and the cult destroyed one hundred ninety years ago. (Or so they thought, maybe.) We walk on, he moving ahead saying nothing, and me, behind pulled by the cord tied to my throat. It did not occur to me to talk or even to scream. The wooden ball in my mouth would muffle anything I had to say. I should be trying to pull away, but my instincts tell me it will not do any good. We walk over small hills, dried up creek beds and through grass openings in the woods. I stub my toe every now and then on a rock or stump. But, when I stumble, the figure does not flinch or even check to see what is going on. *** I think we have been walking for over an hour. The figure has continued to move along, slowly and steadily, with no regard for me whatsoever. The hills are getting a little bigger and harder to climb as we walk up and down the trails. However, the light from the full moon is bright and I can see the trail plainly. Up ahead, I see a dim yellow glow. As we get closer, I can see a large building. There are several windows that are lit in that same dim yellow glow. We get closer still and two large towers begin to appear out of the mist. The windows all appear to be lit by candles. There a candles in each of the towers and a large gate. I gasp. This is the castle I saw in the picture; it is the Kuddvik Castle. I try to stop, but the figure pulls me along. This cannot be. We are three thousand miles away from the castle. I was just sitting in my condo less than two hours ago. We get close to the gate and the castle looks different. The moat is filled with water. The walls look clean and new. The gate lowers as we approach. I can smell the moat water. It is swampy. I hear a toad croaking somewhere. A crow flies overhead. The figure pulls me along into the castle. This has got to be a dream. I cannot possibly have traveled to the Carpathian Mountains. And who, or what, is this strange figure that has been pulling me through the woods. Grandpa spoke of wizards. That cannot be. That is myth and folklore and has no place in the twenty-first century. But I am naked and bound, being pulled through the woods and into a castle in a faraway land. My mind cannot decipher the facts that surround me. The figure pulls down a long corridor. It is plain other than torches mounted on stands in the wall every ten feet or so. He pulls me into a room almost at the end. I look around. There are four large torches on the walls. There is wagon in the middle of the room with a long wooden plank standing on two A-shaped wooden frames. The figure picks me up and sets me on the back end of the plank. He pushes my head down so I am lying on my belly on the plank. He ties the loose end of the cord that is around my neck through a hole in the plank down to a ring on the frame of the wagon. I can only move my head to the left or right, or I can look straight ahead; I can barely see behind me. He pulls each leg down on either side of the A-frame and secures my ankles to the outside of the posts using cord tied through a hole in the posts. A Halloween Tale The figure walks up to the wall in front of me and pulls a shaft-like object I can only see in the shadows. He walks around passed me. He is holding a leather belt. I watch as he goes to my left hip. He takes the belt back behind him and swings it squarely onto my butt. I scream through the gag but he will not notice. He continues to slap my ass with the belt. I writhe in pain. I look back. It is not the figure that had pulled me here. I see a man dressed in 17th century style. He is talking to himself, "This cannot be happening. Why are they all dying before my eyes?" I cannot understand what he means. He slaps me again with the belt. I am sure he has drawn blood with some of the blows. I look down then hold my head up and look back once again. It is the figure again. He slaps me with the belt two more times. The beating finally stops. I am groaning through the gag and I am breathing heavily. He walks back around me and hangs the belt back onto the wall. I sob but I wonder who the man was I saw, and what was he talking about? The figure comes back holding two wooden objects in one hand and a long wooden pole in the other. Apparently, one of the objects is a butt plug as I feel him stretch my hole and pop it inside me. The other object turns out to be a dildo which he pushes deep inside me. I watch him as he picks up the pole; I cringe because I think he is going to beat me with it. However, he lifts it up and slides down over the object. They both must have either a bracket or a loop that the pole slides through. He pushes the pole down and sticks it into a box on the wagon frame. The figure walks around to the front of the wagon and picks up a heavy rope attached to the two front corners. He begins to pull the wagon and steers me out of the room back into the corridor. The wheels creak and snap as we move. I can hear an echo as we move. My butt is still sore and my shoulder and elbows are numb. I try to wiggle around to a comfortable position, but I can barely move at all. Slowly, it starts very faintly then begins to get stronger. As the wagon moves, the shaft holding the plug and dildo into me vibrates and produces an incredibly erotic sensation that permeates my body. I cannot hold it back. I must keep my senses about me but it is difficult. The vibrations are intense. The figure turns into another corridor to the right. There are rows with shelves along either wall. I look closely and see shrunken heads, all with long hair and all with a shriveled look of terror. I begin to scream through the gag. I try to move, but it is useless. Are these the victims of the Kuddvik Wizards? They had searched the castle. There was no evidence that these heads even existed. How did I get here? Am I going to an execution? I continue to try and work the restraints loose. And the vibrating plug and dildo continue to compromise my will. I find myself sliding further and further into delirium. I have got to be strong. I am shaking. *** The corridor opens out into a large room with a fire burning in a hearth in the middle of the room. The vibration stops when we get onto the wooden floor of this large room. The figure rotates me around and backs me into a small well. From this spot I look directly into the fire. However, I notice that there are two other wagons in the room holding women bound in the same manner as me. There are figures in black robes and hoods standing by each of them, just as me. We are arranged in a triangle with the fire in the center of the room. My head is beginning to clear from the vibrations of the plug and the dildo; I begin to fidget and, again, try to work myself loose. I begin to talk to myself. I am crying. This cannot be real. I have got to get out of this nightmare. The figures each walk around their women and position themselves behind them. I feel the wooden pole being pulled out of the loops. Then I feel the butt plug and dildo being pulled out. The figure drops them all on the ground. Then I feel a real cock being pushed inside me. I look up. The other women are being taken by their figures. I feel mine pumping me. My ass is still sore from the whipping I had had. The figure continues to pump me methodically. I am slipping again into the same delirium that caught me up as I was being wheeled here. The pumping was steady and rhythmic. My body subconsciously begins to rock back and forth. I must snap out of this. Everything that has happened is going down the road to an execution. I wonder if the other two women know what is going to happen to them. I slip back more into the delirium. I look up. To my left I notice two more figures standing. One is holding a large Arabian sabre. I scream and then begin to sob. "Let me go, let me out of here," I say muffled by the gag. No one pays attention. The other women are writhing and talking behind their gags. The figure with the sabre walks to the woman to my left and stands by her head, the second figure follows him. The one with the sabre begins to chant words I cannot make out. The three figures that are behind the each of us begin chanting also. The echoes in this large room magnify the sound. The second figure takes the woman's hair, pulls her face around to look at the man with the sabre and holds her head down on the plank. She is struggling and screaming. The sabre is held level over the back of her neck. She struggles more. I can see her eyes; they are huge with fear. The figure raises the sabre high. The figure behind her grabs her butt cheeks and begins to pump her ever more vigorously. She bounces back and forth as he pumps her and as she screams and struggles. The sabre comes down swiftly; he cleanly cuts off her head. It bounces onto the wagon. I hear the sound: bong. The woman to my right and I begin to scream all the more, and we writhe and thrash to break free of the restraints. The two figures walk over to the woman on my right. The one holds her head down just as he had done with the first. The other figure chants. The sabre is held over the back of her neck then raised. The figure behind her grabs her butt and begins to pump her more vigorously. The sabre is brought down swiftly and her head falls into the wagon. I hear the sound: bong. It echoes throughout the large room. I am drooling through my gag as I scream at the indifferent figures and the executioner. Now they make their way to me. The one grabs my hair and rolls my head over and flat on the plank. I am looking at the figure that is holding the sabre. He chants and looks at me. I recognize him; he is the same man who I saw briefly as I was beaten by the figure. Suddenly, I can understand him; he says, "Matilda, I am so sorry. I must put you out of your misery. I cannot stand to see you suffer with this disease. I cry every night because the pain does not end for you. I am going to end it today." Is this Morsesle? Does he think that I am his Matilda? I am not! I am not his Matilda! I struggle more but I am bound securely. I reply muffled as it is, "No, this is not what you want to do. This is your insanity. Your Matilda is dead! I am not her! You must escape from this inner torture! You must release yourself! Please do not do this!" But he cannot understand. He is not even listening. He lifts the sabre. The figure taking me puts his hands on my hips and pushes into me even harder. I can feel his member tighten and he shoots juice into me. The echoes of the chants grow louder. The sounds are deafening. Morsesle holds the sabre high and begins to bring it down onto the back of my neck. I close my eyes tightly. I hear the sound: bong. All goes silent... The chants are gone... The echoes are gone... *** It is dark. I do not know where I am. I hear the sound again: bong. I am wet. I have been sweating. I am breathing deeply but steadily. I am afraid. The fog begins to leave my mind. I open my eyes. It is the hallway of my condo. I look up at the door and the walls. I hear the sound of kids outside the door. I jump up and run to the door; I quickly throw it open. "TRICK OR TREAT," is the lovely sound that I hear. They look at me funny. One of the parents smiles slightly and says, "Are you okay?" "Yes, oh, yes. I am sorry. I just dozed off and had an awful nightmare. I am so sorry." I pick up the candy bowl. "Here kids, let's have some candy. Yes, I am just fine. I am okay." I drop a few pieces of candy into each bag. I hear several thank yous from the kids as they walk off. The mom walks slowly away and looks back at me and repeats, "Are you sure you're okay?" "Yes, I'm okay. It was just a terrible nightmare. I'll be fine. Thank you and have a good night. Be careful." I close the door and lean my back on it; I let out a huge sigh of relief. I walk over to the recliner, pick up the traditions and folklore book and set it back onto the bookshelf. I think about the conversation I had had with Grandpa. All this talk about wizards and sacrifices was silly. He should not have done that to me. I am still shaking. It was a horrible nightmare. I walk back into the kitchen and turn the water on at the sink. I brush some on my face and rinse it off. I look up at the window. I can see a couple of kids walking on the sidewalk toward the driveway. I glance at the clock on the stove; it says 8:58. This will be it; the last trick-or-treaters for tonight. There is just enough candy left for these two. Then I can shower and go on to bed. I am ready for a good night's sleep. It has been a long couple of weeks but we got the job done. There will probably be all sorts of additional tweaks we will have to do to get the new accounting program running smoothly. I will put my mind to it in the morning. I grab a towel and dry my face off. The door rings: bong. I walk to the door throwing the towel on the table by the candy bowl; I open the door. There is a tall figure dressed in a long black robe with a hood.