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Something Wicked

By: demonspet



Lilith was bored. After roaming the Earth for countless years, she was running out of things to do. Not that she was tired of living, nothing as melodramatic as that, just...bored. So, what was a millenniums old demoness to do? Why, get laid of course.

She always loved the fact that as the first woman created, she was perfect. That bitch Eve had nothing on her in the looks department, and besides, she was second best.Not to mention dead. So much for being the mother of humankind. Look where it got you. Delegated to nothing more than a servant, and blamed for all the ills of the world. And all Adam had to do was say "no".

She grabbed an apple on her way out the door, and headed towards Common Ground. 

For years, the Demon Horde wanted to make the neutral ground in Canada. But the Arch Michael threatened an early Armageddon if he had to hear one more "eh" after a sentence. Therefore, they chose Texas. After all, who did not love a culture steeped in tight jeans, Stetsons, and hog tying?

Once she got to the club, she could not decide what to do. Teasing the Angels was always fun, they all had such a strict code of conduct, but they all had a body to kill for, and why tease them at her own expense? The Horde was interesting as well. They not only had...exquisite... tastes, but contrary to popular belief, also had amazing bodies. They, though, were a favorite dish starting to get old, and she was running out of ideas to spice things up.

So for the first thirty minutes or so, she just walked around, eying everything and everyone. It took a while for her to realize that even this, her haven of inequity was somewhat boring. None of the shows were able to draw her in. The screams coming from the rooms in the back barely even registered on her yummy-o-meter. What was that line? When masturbation's lost its thrill, you're fucking jaded...

"Well, slap my ass and call me Jade", she whispered to herself. 

Ignoring the catcalls of those around her, she slowly made her way to the door. As her hand wrapped around the knob, someone grabbed her from behind. A voice whispered in her ear,

" You aren't leaving are you? You just got here. Besides, you look like you need some cheering up."

Lilith found herself being maneuvered towards one of the rooms in the back, amongst the screams of pleasure and howls of pain that were music to the ears of her kind.

Whoever was playing with her walked room to room, opening the doors to glimpse inside, offering her a tantalizing view of what was going on, only to chuckle and say, 

"No, my sweet, this is not our room."

Every door that was opened on a scene of lusty pursuits, her captor made her watch for a few minutes, fondling her wherever he pleased and always whispering in her ear. From the first room, he grabbed a pair of handcuffs and trapped her hands in front of her. Three doors down he snatched a knife lying on a table by the door and cut off her shirt and bra. 

By the time they reached an acceptable room, Lilith could not decide whether she was horny or pissed. She was usually the teaser, not the teased. If she refused to bow down to Adam, she sure as hell was not going to bow down to anyone else. But whoever had gotten his hands on her seemed an expert at what to touch to get a woman's juices going. 

She was flung face down on an enormous bed, complete with four posters and all the necessary shiny for a good time. After securing her with the cuffs from a hook hanging from the ceiling, she was lifted long enough for the bed to be shoved across the room. Damn, but she loved brute strength.

Hands removed her skirt, leaving her in nothing but heels and black lace thigh highs. Her captor came up and wrapped his hands around her breasts from behind.

"So soft. These were meant for a man to play with." 

A not so gentle caress, a hint of nails, and Lilith sighed in pleasure.

Slowly, the nails burned a path down her chest and stomach, the hand resting to play around her clit. She moved, trying to get him to touch the right spot, but he chuckled and moved away.

"No, not yet. I have waited a very long time for this. This time, my sweet Lilith, you will submit."

He moved her long hair to lie over one shoulder and placed a gentle kiss on her neck.

She hung there a little confused. The voice sounded familiar, but it could not be whom she thought. He did not play her kind of reindeer games.

The whistling sound in the air caught her attention just as she felt the sting across her back. A breathy moan escaped her lips before she could stop it. Another whistle, another sting, and another still. By the sixth time, she was shaking from either pain or lust or both. She felt hands on her back, tracing patterns on her skin. She felt one slide around to fondle a breast, surprisingly gentle after the fury of the whipping she had just received.

He whispered in her ear,

"I want to feel you, sweet Lilith, wrap my hands around your waist as I plunge into you, and trap your moans of pleasure with my mouth. I have watched you for ages, from the beginning, wanted you for my own with your first breath. So, here, now, I will claim you as mine, you will do as I say, and enjoy the obeying of every command I give. For this is our neutral ground, and anything can happen. To quote a phrase, what happens in Common Ground, stays in Common Ground, but your cries of pleasure will reach the Heavens."

Trails of kisses started at the nape of her neck, flowed down her back like water, and puddle in the small of her back. 

With an almost inaudible moan, her captor grabbed her by her hips and bit down. Lilith lurched forward to get away from the pain/pleasure. His teeth then followed the previous trail of kisses, and when he got to the nape of her neck, he bit hard enough to draw blood. They both moaned in pleasure.

Lilith felt a momentary sense of loss as he left her there, felt his presence fade from behind her, only to have a blind fold placed across her eyes.

"To add a little spice to our excitement," he explained with a chuckle.

Then he was in front of her his body pressed against hers, his hands gripping her waist. 

"Wrap your legs around me, sweet Lilith." 

To her amazement, she did, enjoying the feel of his hardness as it pressed against her stomach.

He cupped her ass in his hands, and whispered against her lips, "Open", and again, she obeys without hesitation.

As his lips touched hers, excitement she has never known before fills her, leaving her breathless and wanting more.

He kisses her like a starving man, a kiss born of eons of denial. In no way is it the gentle kiss of a lover, but a kiss meant to own, to show her that her mouth is his, her body is his, to play with as he will.

As his tongue touches hers, Lilith feels whatever moisture is left in her mouth suddenly pool between her legs, and helplessly moans in frustration.

He breaks off the kiss, lifts her up and slides inside her with one sure thrust.

Lilith screams as the orgasm sweeps over her, leaving her gasping.

"Oh, no you don't my sweet, we are far from finished."

And with that, he begins moving, using her own weight as leverage, thrusting her up and down on his cock, and all she can do is scream and moan as his mouth is everywhere . Her breasts, her mouth, not an inch of her body is left untouched, until finally, he lifts her completely off the hook to bend her over the bed.

"Now, my sweet," he pants in her ear, "the fun begins."

With that, he slams into her from behind, and she screams in pain but also in pleasure. He reaches around to grab a breast and begins fondling it in rhythm to his thrusting. Wrapping a fistful of hair around his other hand he yanks her head up.

"I want to hear you." He growls.

And in spite of herself, Lilith moans for him.

Screams for him.

Begs for him.

And his only response is to thrust, hard and fast, or slow and gentle, depending on what music he wants to hear.

For as she lays there with him riding her, Lilith comes to the realization her body has become his instrument, to play as he will, for his pleasure.

As that thought fully forms, he gives her one last command.

"COME" 

And with all that she is, was, or could have been if she had only obeyed in the beginning, Lilith, servant none did as she was told.

As she lay there gasping for breath and in disbelief, her hands are uncuffed, and her blindfold removed.

Staring down at her with the most satisfied smirk on his face was the Arch Michael.

Oh, Lilith thought to herself, things just got interesting.

Something Wicked



Another plate of something expensive that I just picked at, but never really ate. Another conversation droning on around me that I wasn't really trying to be part of. Another boring dinner with co-workers that I didn't really know, and didn't really want to know. Typical Wednesday night for me. It had been like this for the past three months, every Wednesday. Supposedly a suggestion from some 'higher-up' in the company to help improve inter-office communication. I just thought it was another way for the boss to control my life. I hated feeling controlled. It was said that if you didn't attend these 'dinners', you didn't exactly get into trouble, but you did find yourself... 'shunned' by certain parties at the old water cooler. That would have been fine with me. These were the same people that I ignored anyway. Unfortunately, Sara, the only person I did consider an actual friend at the office, lived for this extra attention from the 'office elite'. So here I was, again, sitting beside Sara while she flirted and simpered her way into another project that she wouldn't be able to even look at otherwise. Why did I do this to myself? Because I had no life...or maybe I was just a glutton for punishment.

"So have you met him yet?...Lila...have you met the new Manager for the Public Relations office yet?" Oh shit, that was Peter, trying to pull me into another senseless discussion about office politics. 

"What? No, I thought they would pull in Marcy from Human Resources for the job." Not that I really cared, but I had to say something.

"Heh, not this time. They hired from outside the company. Some Euro-Trash from some minute little part of the world. I hear he doesn't even speak English very well. Why, on Earth, would they hire from outside, and pick someone who no one's even heard of, and some one who speaks with such an indistinct accent, for a Public Relations position? Much less to head it up?" he smirked.

"Maybe because he's good? Or maybe he's just that much better then you?" I plastered a sickly sweet smile on my face as I over dramatically batted my eye lashes at him. Giggles and chuckles ensued from all around the table. Peter didn't like the joke. He frowned at me and heat flashed in his eyes, for just the briefest of moments, then he smiled too. Just as sickly sweet as I had, and just as fake. "Besides, why does it matter to you anyway, Pete? It's not like you would have been up for that promotion, now is it?" I sighed. That wiped the smart ass smirk right off his smug little faced. This time my smile was genuine. He was such a boorish dick, and I loved taking every little jab I could at him. 

Just as he opened his mouth to respond, and I could tell it was going to be nasty from the dark look on his face, the waiter stepped up with the separate bills for each of us. That occupied everyone with the effort of digging through wallets and purses to cover the cost of dinner that night. Most of us just put it on this card, or that card, and made a mental note to have it written off as a business deduction, and, if we were lucky, be reimbursed for it later. Peter made a point of glaring hard in my direction. I made a point of ignoring him. Although I knew he would definitely try something tomorrow at work, he didn't dare try it now...too many witnesses. That was alright with me...that's why I carried mace in my purse.

I walked Sara back to her car as she blathered on about the little tid-bits of office gossip she had picked up during the evening. Like I would care, but sometimes she did seem to find the juicy stuff. Which could sometimes come in handy when I needed an edge to get my hands on a project of my own, or just to get people to keep their hands off of mine. Sometimes I just liked letting people know that I knew, just to watch them squirm. After watching her get in her car and drive out of the parking lot, I walked the four or five steps to my car. I was so absorbed in thinking about the wasted evening that I didn't notice him at first. When I did finally see him standing at the back of my car I nearly jumped out of my skin. I almost screamed, but there was something about his posture, along with the very amused look on his face, that made me think he wasn't about to attack me. 

"What the hell are you doing? What do you want?" I started to reach for the mace even before I finished my questions. He just stood there, leaning against the back, driver's side of my car. Long legs stretched out before him, ankles crossed, arms folded across his broad chest. Very relaxed, almost nonchalant. He was wearing the typical 'Young -business-go getter-heading-for-the-top-of-the-latter' suit. Dark slacks, dark jacket, crisp white dress shirt. Even the plain, dark tie he wore screamed "I'm trying very hard to look like I'm the boss!" Too serious, and way too stark. Was he one of Peter's little lackeys left here to try and intimidate me? "Look asshole, I don't know what you think you're doing, but you'd better get the hell away from my car!" 

Seeing his relaxed, almost passive, stance I felt a little more bold as I started to step closer to the car door. As I pulled out my keys he stood up to his full height, which had to be at least 6' 4", and his smile broadened. His arms came down and moved to clasp his hands behind his back, still trying to look complaisant, it seemed. I still kept one hand on the mace in my purse, just in case. I was hesitant to actually put my keys in the lock. I had heard too many tragic stories about women being attacked as they tried to enter their cars, and the attacker abducting them as well, using the victims' own car. I figured I had a better chance to defend myself, or run if need be, out in the open. Again I looked up to his face, trying to judge what he was going to do. If I wasn't so freaked out by his alarmingly sudden appearance next to my car, I would have found him attractive. 

Mid thirties, maybe, but it was hard to tell. Thick, almost wavy, black hair that was long enough to drop just a hint below his collar line. Large, deep, calculating, dark green eyes that oddly enough made me feel like I should be begging him to do something carnal to me. His mouth, now that was beautiful. His lips were thick, soft, and begging to be sucked on...so sensual. I could totally see myself happily nibbling on those cherubic lips! A strong, kissable jaw line and proud, belletristic nose completed his darkly angelic face. Oh, yes...he was tall, athletically muscular, and beautiful to look at. Who was I trying to kid? I was practically drooling, freaked out or not!

"Forgive me, Miss Brooks, I did not mean to startle you. I am Nicholaus Kresimir Jelici. I was attempting to arrive at the dinner before everyone left, so I could more formally introduce myself. I believe you have heard that I was brought in...from outside the company, I believe the term is, to be the new Public Relations Manager. Is this not so?" A thick, but still discernible, Eastern European accent flowed over every word he said. His voice was silky, warm, and extremely sexy. I tried to swallow the lump past my throat and nodded, encouraging him to continue. "Alas, I fear I am too late, it seems you are the only one left here. I would trust that the dinner went well?" 

He took a few slow steps towards me, smiling warmly, keeping his intense eyes locked with mine. Why did I feel the urge to run? Why did I feel so afraid? He seemed harmless enough, even solicitous, but something was screaming inside my head. Something telling me to escape, to flee. I couldn't move. He took a few more easy steps. "Tell me Miss Brooks, did you find the conversation interesting, or were you as distracted as usual tonight?" What? Distracted? Why can't I look away from him? His eyes...they penetrate...numb me. A few more steps. "Did you feel bored? Were you irritated by the petty childishness of you peers?" Irritated? Yes, I was irritated, bored...but how did he know? Another step, now he was only a few inches from me. So close I could feel the sensation of his breath moving my hair as he bent lower to my face.

He raised his left hand to brush a stray curl from my cheek, barely grazing his finger tips across my skin. It was like electricity played across my flesh. Somewhere, dimly, in the back of my mind I realized that I was shivering all over. What was wrong with me? I'd never felt so completely exposed before. This was wrong...so very wrong. I didn't like feeling that I had no control. I forced myself to empty my mind. I tried to tare my eyes away from his. I had to physically lower my head to do so, and I could feel my entire body straining at the attempt. I tried to shut down my senses, to dull them, in an effort to expel whatever force was enveloping me. I seemed to be able to think more clearly when my eyes weren't transfixed on his. I took a deep breath, I began to feel more in control of myself, more alert.

"Miss Brooks? Is everything alright?" I could hear the frown, the irritation in his voice. Get a grip girl, get control of yourself! Another deep breath, I forced myself to stay calm. I brought my guard up full charge, like I always did when I could tell that a man I didn't care for was trying to seduce me. I made myself cold, rigid, uncaring. Then I slowly raised my eyes to his again. I held tight to the guarded feeling and made myself look at him in a more impartial manner. I looked into his eyes, pushing past the demure, luscious mask he had frozen in place. Were his eyes colder? Yes, they were. There was a feral, alien look behind his sensuous facade. I took a step back. Anger clearly clouded his features, briefly, then was gone, again replaced with that solicitous smile. Another step back, and then another. He reached for my face again...that did it. I broke completely free from my paralysis, turned and ran, like a bat out of hell, straight for the restaurant. I didn't even look behind me to see if he followed. Just before I entered the doorway to the building I felt something brush against my back, almost snag my blouse, then seem to fall away. I didn't stop, but practically threw myself past the doorframe. Only then did I look behind me. No one was there. The sidewalk outside was empty.

I asked one of the male employees of the restaurant if they could escort me back to my car, telling him that I had seen someone near it in the parking lot, and was nervous about going out to it by myself. He asked another employee to walk with us and armed with two "big, strong men", I felt that I could manage to make it to my car. Luckily, Mr. Jelici, or who ever he was, was gone. The two men stayed by my car until I was able to get inside, lock all the doors, and start the engine. I waved, smiled gratefully, yelled "Thank you!" through the barely open window, and drove out of the parking lot. I took a deep, cleansing breath. "Ok, now everything's alright." Until tomorrow, I thought, when I had to show up at the office. Would he be there? Would I see him? Would he corner me in some out of the way spot? I didn't know what the hell was going on, but I knew that...thing was no run of the mill Public Relations Manager. At least not like any I had ever seen. I had to think about what I could do, but not right now. Now I needed to get home, triple check all the doors and windows, fix a nice, hot bubble bath and release all of this tension. Maybe even get some sleep...maybe.

I woke the next morning feeling as if I got absolutely no sleep. Exhausted, and feeling a bit cranky, I rolled out of bed to try and face the day. I realized that I couldn't bring myself to eat anything, so, grabbing a cup of orange juice, I hurriedly readied for work. I had so many ideas rambling around in my head, too many, as I drove to work. Had I really experienced what I thought I had last night, or did I just let my imagination run wild? Was there really something malicious behind Jelici's eye's, or was I just jumpy from having a stranger suddenly appearing next to my car in a darkened, empty parking lot? Was he really trying to seduce me, or was I being overly dramatic? Why did I still feel like my skin was crawling just thinking about the whole situation? Would it do any good to try to talk to someone about what I thought had happened, or would people think I was nuts? I decided to try Sara first. If anyone in the office would actually listen to me, it was her. Well...maybe.

I walked out of the elevator onto the tenth floor and again tried to think of what to say to Sara. Should I start with : " You know that guy everyone's talking about?" or go directly to "A funny thing happened to me on the way to my car last night." or try to find some medium? As I debated this I began to notice that the office seemed quieter then it did other mornings. Almost disturbingly so. What the hell was going on? Usually, this time of the morning, people are still talking about what went on in their dismal little lives the night before. Where was all the loud banter? I was so enthralled with this new development that I almost walked right on top of Sara, as she came around the corner. "Holy shit Lila, you scared the hell out of me!" she panted. "I've been looking all over for you, where have you been?" she seemed only half interested in whatever answer I would have given her. She seemed to be looking over my shoulder, searching the room behind me.

"I just got in. Listen Sara, I wanted to talk to you about something. Have you actually met that new Sectional Manager, Mr Jelici, yet? There's something fucked up about him. Last night I...Sara?" I noticed the strange look on her face then. She wasn't even listening to me. In fact she seemed somewhat...enraptured. I turned to see what it was that had so captured her attention. There he was. Standing not more then six feet from me. Tall, powerful, gorgeous...terrifying. He was looking right at Sara, right into her eyes. The intensity was almost palpable. I reached out for her arm, I wanted to pull her away, but she seemed, almost, to back away from me. "Sara? What's the matter with you? Where is everyone and why do you have that dopey look on your face? Sara!" She had started to move away from me, right towards Jelici. 

This time I did grab her arm, "Sara! I'm talking to you, where are you going? Something's not right here, lets go to the break room and talk...Sara?" She was pulling her arm, hard, away from me, and, rather then have her hurt herself, or drag me across the floor, I had no choice but to let her go. I glanced at Jelici, watched as a depraved smile slid across his face, and began to back away from him. What the hell was going on? None of the staff was here; the whole place feels so...oppressive, twisted somehow, like someone's nightmare rolled out into the real word; Sara in some kind of trance; and some nut job, from God knows where, seems to be right smack in the middle of it all. Sara continued to glide over to Jelici, as if he was the only being in the whole world she wanted to be near. He reached out to her, she practically flew the last few steps, into his waiting arms. He turned her to face me, slipped both his arms around her waist, and, again, gave me that lewd, vicious smile. I thought my heart would freeze. 

"Well now, isn't this sweet." he purred. " I was beginning to think you had become as jaded as I was. You care for this creature?" He brought his left hand up to Sara's face, smoothing his finger tips across her cheek. She shivered and gasped, all the while an almost euphoric look was shining from her wide eyes and flowing across her face. "I would have believed that was beneath you. You are not like most others here, you are more...unsparing, shall we say." He began to slide his fingers down the side of Sara's throat, caressing her skin. She was shivering even more and a slow, soft moan escaped her lips. "I was wondering if we might have some time to get acquainted, privately of course. I feel a certain...connection to you that I wish to explore farther." Huh... not bloody likely asshole! 

I started to back up again, trying to think of where I could go. He didn't seem to truly want Sara, maybe he'd lose interest if he thought he had to come after me. Or maybe he'd tare her throat out if I ran. What the hell was he?! I could feel a heavy, almost smothering power, or something, impelling from him, surging towards me. I had no choice, if I didn't run now, I might never run...ever again. "I'm so sorry Sara." I almost choked out the words. His face seemed to frown and look amused at the same time. I turned and bolted for the stairs. A strange cackling growl ripped through the air...he was laughing. I ran faster.

I made it to the stairs, and down the next four flights of stairs before I realized he wasn't behind me. Was it that easy? It couldn't be. I started to wonder if he was somewhere down below me already. With what I felt of his...power, I wouldn't be surprised. Something told me to be still for a moment, to catch my breath, to listen for anything that might tell me if he was pursuing me. I suddenly felt too tired to run anymore. I was terrified and I didn't even want to think of what he had done to Sara. And where the hell had the rest of the staff been? He couldn't have gotten to everyone, not so quickly. Could he? This was fucking unbelievable! I had a crappy week already, and now I had to come to work and face some kind of demon, or something. Did I look like a priest? What the hell was I supposed to do? "Actually, I'm not a demon, although I can see why you would think that, and I didn't do anything to you're friend. She is at her desk as we speak, alive and vibrant, albeit somewhat dazed. If you're through skulking about in the stairwell Lila, you may come see for yourself." Oh shit...I looked above me, to the next staircase. There he was, leaning forward and glancing down at me, smirking. 

I started to move again, started to run, then I felt a strong hand grab my right arm. Damn, he was fast! "Lila...enough! I have no intention of hurting you, and I didn't hurt Sara. As for the rest of the staff, they were at a meeting, one I asked for, so that they would all be removed from the main floor at the same time. I wanted to make sure that you had no...distractions." 

"Why? What do you want with me?" I was very close to screaming bloody murder and I was still trying to pull away from him. All of my pulling and tugging didn't even seem to phase him, let alone move him. "Get the hell away from me you son of a bitch!" 

"Lila! Such lewdness coming from such a pretty mouth, I'm shocked!" he gasped in mock disgust. The look of feigned shock on his face made me stop pulling. The slow, warm, luscious smile made my heartbeat quicken. He let go of my arm and, gently, took my hand in his. "I really wasn't going to hurt you Lila. It was a test, you see. I wanted to meet someone who was...stronger then most. Someone who would not wilt the moment I looked at them. You have definitely been most difficult to manage." the same sensual smile I had seen the night before reappeared, but this time there was nothing malicious behind it. His eyes conveyed the same warmth and honesty his smile did. "I have enjoyed are time together, thus far, and I would love for you to come back up and talk with me. I will even have a late breakfast brought in, since you did not eat this morning." Now his smile was even mischievous as he looked at me.

Confused, distressed and a little pissed off now, I couldn't help but show my emotions on my face. He read them fully and bowed his head, slightly, looking at me through his thick lashes. "You must forgive me Lila, it was a necessity. I had to be sure." 

"Oh, and you couldn't just read my mind, or whatever it is you do? You know how scared I was, why didn't you just tell me last night?" I practically shrieked at him. The almost abashed look on his face made me feel more in control. In fact, it would have been comical, had I not just felt like I had been running for my life a few moments before. 




Something Wicked



Sassy watched Derek at his desk. She had, had a crush on him for sometime. She brushed her long blonde hair away from her round oval face. Her red slack suit with the white blouse made her blue eyes and Blonde hair stand out. Her red lip stick glistened on her full lips that matched her long red nails. She yearned to be near him, to have him touch her, kiss her, make love to her. She watched how he moved his body and knew that secretly he wanted her as well. Sassy loved looking at Derek's body which was very athletic in build, his blue eyes that sparkled when he smiled and his chiseled features and dark brown hair. She would spend hours at night alone dreaming of dates with him until she finally began to believe her own delusions. She watched as he left for the day she would tidy up his desk, sharpening every pencil and placing them back in their container. She placed each pencil eraser side up so he would not accidently stab his precious fingers with the lead point. No one ever saw her since she waited until the office was emptied and he figured the cleaning people must be responsible for the nice deed. 

Sassy noticed a dark shadow darting by the glass office door through the corner of her eye. Fear crept into her as she made her way to the door. She opened it slowly when she saw her dark Shadow was a little old lady leaving the building. Sassy smiled as she shook her head slowly. 

"You're watching too many scary movies." She told herself a loud as she gathered her red floor length suede coat with a fur collar. She entered the hallway and looked both ways feeling an uneasiness in her veins. She turned to lock the door when a large hand grasped her shoulder! Sassy screamed as she pulled away from the dark stranger. She looked into his face and began laughing.

"Fuck! You just scared twenty -years out of me Derek!" Sassy told him as she turned back to lock the door, but when she turned around he was gone. 

She looked around and could not tell where he went. She shook her head feeling maybe the Halloween season was getting to her imagination. She walked briskly to the elevator, the doors opened slowly. The doors closed slowly and suddenly Sassy felt a piercing sensation in her back with a pain that grew with intensity. It was literally ripping her back open! She felt them snapping her spine and her body hit the floor of the elevator. She could feel something in her body and then a sharp pain as darkness fell over her. 

Derek held her still beating heart in his hands smiling as his eyes were glowing purple. He smiled over his dinner he would be having now.

His mouth opened wide as he bit down into Sassy's heart and became aroused when her blood shot from her heart and down his throat and all over him. He ripped it wild with his teeth like a animal eating its prey. His hunger was fed now he must feed his sexual hunger. He left the elevator and Sassy's dead body as he made his way to the bathroom to freshen up. He removed the blood and changed out of his killing clothes, hiding them inside the bathroom wall. Derek left the bathroom and the building heading west down the sidewalk with all the people unaware their walking with a killer in their midst.

Cassy sat on the stoop waiting for Sassy to come home. They were identical twins. Cassy suddenly felt a severe pain in her back and then in her heart. She felt she was dying right there on the stoop. The tear's slowly rolled down her cheeks as the pain subsided.

"Sassy! No! Oh God no!" She cried out realizing something had to have happened to her sister. She quickly ran from the stoop towards Sassy's Office forgetting she was barefoot. 

She saw the police and fire rescue in front of the office building. Her heart beat as fast as she ran up to a detective grabbing him by the arm. The look on her face told him she was frightened. He tried to control her when the body bag was brought out. She began crying hysterically as the detective tried to hold her to keep her from crossing the caution tape and disturbing the body.

"That is Sassy! That is my sister, my twin." She cried out when she finally broke lose from the detectives powerful grasp of her arms. 

She ran to the stretcher with her sister's body on it. She laid across the bag holding onto the body inside. 

"Why? Why did you have to leave me? How am I suppose to go on without you! No, oh God no make her come back! You don't need another angel up there, but I need one here with me on earth! Sassy, oh Sassy I am all alone now. We were all we had left of our family. I want to go with you Sassy!" She demanded through her tears as she hit the chest of her dead sister."You promised! you said we'd be ok, Sassy We're not ok! Are we?"She asked holding her dead sisters body

The detective unzipped the bag back so she could identify the victim. Cassy grabbed her mouth as the tears began to blur her vision and she held back the scream that so desperately wanted to escape from her lips. Her head nodded indicating that it was her sister . . . Her twin. The detective had to pry her from her dead sister's body. The tears that ran down her face washed away some of Sassy's blood that had gotten on her face. The detective made sure that Cassy was brought safely home by a deputy. Cassy sat on the terrace of the apartment they shared. Her heart was breaking just as a bright mist appeared in front her. She looked closer and she could see Sassy. She fell to the ground looking up at her dead sister. Her sister floated above her in a bright beautiful light.

"Cassy you have to help me to get my revenge on Derek." She told her.

Cassy stared at her sister as tears flowed down her face. "How? How am I supposed to help you? You're dead, why are you still here?"Cassy asked her through her sobs.

"Cassy for Christ sake pull it together I am the one with a huge hole in back! I cannot cross over until he is beheaded his heart is eaten by you." She told her.

Cassy looked at her sister strangely trying to imagine doing this deed for her. "You went and bumped your head during the attack, didn't you?" She asked Sassy with a straight face.

Sassy looked at her twin not believing even in her death her sister was still a smart ass. She projected herself into Cassy's body. Walking to the mirror Cassy asked Sassy.

"Ok brainiac how do you propose to carry this off without me losing my back bone and heart? Cassy asked Sassy who was readjusting Cassy's tits. 

"It's always about you, isn't it? He is a vampire mixed with demons and we have to destroy him before he completes his feeding before Halloween. He needs to feed every night for the next week." She told Cassy.

"Why do I have to eat his heart?" Cassy asked readjusting her body.

"I don't know, I read it somewhere. All I do know is it is supposed to keep any other vampires from retaliating against you." Sassy told her.

"When do you plan this attack?" Cassy asked her sister who stood admiring the body of her twin. "I could get use to sharing this body with you Cassy." She told her smiling in the mirror.

Cassy rolled her eyes at the thought. "Why not? You use to share my clothes, my boyfriends and now my body." She said as they turned to leave the apartment. 

Once down on the street Cassy had so many questions for Sassy. "What's it like to be dead Sassy? She asked her feeling Sassy's spirit getting angry.

"It's lonely here on earth to be dead and even more aggravating that I can't move on until I revenge my death. He had not one reason to kill me! He took my life before we even had a chance at happiness. I am glad I found out just how much of an ass he really is!" Sassy ranted as they walked through the lobby of their apartment building and the tenants exchanged strange glances to the other.

"Hey Sassy I thought vampires would be killed if they came out during the day? She asked as they hurriedly made their way down the side walk.

"I thought so too, evidently he must be a different breed." She told her as they turned down the street to the club that Derek visited often at night.

The sisters sat at the bar and began using telekinesis so no one would think Cassy was strange. Sassy froze for just a second when Derek sat next to Cassy. She wanted to rip out his heart right there in front of everyone. Cassy pulled out a cigarette and asked him if he had a light. Sassy was steaming inside, Cassy was afraid he would be able to hear them conversing. He smiled at her with his pearl white teeth. Oh Sassy do you think he knows its us? She thought to Sassy. You ninny of course he knows something is up we look just alike. Sassy transmitted back to Cassy. Derek lit her cigarette for her. Sassy began coughing because she does not smoke. You and your cigarettes! I think I pissed my pants from coughing. Sassy thought. No, you pissed in my pants. Cassy thought smiling at Derek. 

Derek leaned over to Cassy and whispered in her ear. "I am on to you bitch! How are you still alive?" He asked her angrily.

"Excuse me? Do I know you? I do not find your inconsiderate joke about my sister's death as being funny!" She snapped at him as tears poured from her eyes with the help of Sassy's supernatural powers. 

"Your sister? Sassy is your twin?" He asked her.

"No, I just pretend to look identical to her." She told him rolling her eyes. 

He waited until Cassy decided it was time to leave and began following them. Cassy and Sassy turned down a dark ally. Cassy was shaking as she fumbled in her purse for the wooden cross that they had made jagged on the edge of it. She was scared, but Sassy's lust for revenge made her strong. Sassy felt his presence behind them, his steps were closing in on them. Suddenly his hand was on Cassy's shoulder spinning her around. He glared at her with red glaring eyes, his fangs were large. He pulled Cassy into him and she plunged the wooden stake into his heart. He began squealing and hissing. Then backed away from her as he stared into her eyes. Suddenly with a quick lunge he was on her. She struggled beneath him. Sassy shot out of her sisters body and floated over them screaming out his name. Her calls distracted him for just a second and then he plunged his teeth into Cassy's throat draining her of her blood. Sassy watched helplessly knowing that because of her own cruel intentions she just changed her sister into a night creature. Derek rose up off of her lifeless body.

"Cheer up Sassy she will be back tomorrow night hunting for blood." He told her laughing so wickedly until he disappeared into a fog.

The next night Sassy drifted over her sister's coffin waiting for it to open. She knew Cassy would be hungry and would want to feed. She had to take her to get fed without killing anyone. Cassy's coffin door opened slowly just as the sun had set. 

Cassy sat up and she looked around at her surroundings. She noticed they had dressed her in the black satin gown she had just bought. She finally looked at Sassy through her blue eyes with the dark gray eyes. 

"Any other bright Idea's?" She asked as she got out of her resting place, her nest.

"Cassy I am so sorry, I thought we could over power him." She told her.

"Well so much for thinking. I need to eat Sassy." She told her looking around for a victim.

"We need to find you some pig's blood to feed on." She told Cassy.

"So where are we going to get a pig to hold still while I stick my fangs into it?" She asked getting irritated.

"Damn you vampires are cranky." Sassy told her when she got a better idea. "A blood bank! We'll go to a blood bank!"

"Lets go then." She grumbled to Sassy. They appeared in the blood bank with all the blood. Cassy drank so much that had the blood all over her. When she past the mirror she noticed there wasn't any image of her in it. She took her fist breaking the mirror with it. 

" I do not want to live like this Sassy. We must kill him and kill him tonight." She said vanishing from the building with Sassy in tow. 

Cassy appeared in their apartment and went straight to her closet. She loaded the gun she had placed in there a year ago. She looked at Sassy with tears in her eyes.

"I am going to kill him tonight and then myself. I can't go on like this, a monster who hurts the innocent. Don't blame your self Sassy because for some reason I am supposed to play this out." She told her as she touched her sister's cheek softly.

"We both need to be able to cross over, this is a life for neither one of us." She told Cassy who had a full tummy and now wanted the revenge for her and her sister.

The two sisters appeared at the club where they spotted Derek leaving with another Victim. Halloween was less then a week away before he claims another life and condemns them to the life of a blood sucking vampire. Derek helped the pretty brunette into his car. He walked like a proud victor to the driver's side of the car. Sassy materialized inside the car making a screech noise and ordering her out of the car. The poor girl was so scared she did not even hesitate, but to scramble for safety. She ran as fast as she could to get away. Derek saw Cassy and snarled and hissed at her. Cassy hissed back at him pointing the gun at him.

"It's your night to die Count nobody." She said as she pulled the trigger hitting him in the neck causing him to burst into flames. 

"How? How did you know that would kill him?" Sassy asked Cassy.

"It comes with the Vampires handbook. " She told her with a smile.

Cassy heard the sirens coming towards them she looked at the gun and held it to her neck. She looked at her sister and blew her a kiss good - bye. "Promise me you'll be waiting for me when you cross over and should I not go there just know I loved being your twin." She told her and then pulled the trigger as Sassy watched her burst into flames. Sassy looked up into the sky and saw the white light. Smiling she walked into it when she felt someone holding her hand. Curious she looked beside her and it was Cassy smiling at her. "I guess its only fitting, we came to earth together and we should go home together." Cassy told her as they walked to their parents and family members waving and smiling for them to come home.

Happy Halloween



Something Wicked Learned



The rain was slamming against the window and every few moments the dark sky became a flash of white. The rumblings of thunder had subsided; it was just another summer storm in the city. I was lying on my bed propped up on a couple of pillows staring out the window as the storm wore down.

"Thanks baby, goodnight." I whispered.

"Your welcome, goodnight."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

And with that the line went dead. I closed my phone and lit a cigarette. I took a deep drag filling my lungs with the delicious smoke and exhaled towards the ceiling. Looking down I watched as my cock started to lean to one side.

"Timber." I said to no one at all.

The sticky semen took on an eerie orange glow when I took another drag. Setting my cigarette in the ashtray I picked up the small white towel from the floor and began whipping myself clean and thinking about the conversation I had just had with Charlie.

Phone sex was better then no sex but I wanted her back. Back in my arms, back in my bed, back where she belonged. I loved sharing our sexual fantasies; my latest one had been based on a web site I came across while surfing for porn. It was a double anal site where the guys made the women wear a dog collar complete with chain leash. The girl was then used by various amounts of men before ending up with two dicks in her ass. When I first saw it all I could imagine was how hot Charlie would look wearing that dog collar and being used by a handful of men. It was a good fantasy and she seemed to like it, almost too much. She had asked if I would really be willing to share her with other men. Which made me stop and think. I mean I did love her and she did make me happy. But, would I end up losing her? What if she decided to do that sort of thing without me being there? Could I handle watching her suck and fuck other men?

I dropped the towel beside the bed and picked up my cigarette, took another long drag and tried to concentrate on all of the questions I had running through my head. Our sex life was amazing and she was a very sexual being. I did love her and I did find these fantasies exciting. I figured it all came down to whether she actually loved me or not. If she truly loved me and wasn't going to cheat on me then what could really be the harm? But how would I know if she really loved me? I had to devise away to make sure she would always be true to me. She was my slut. She wanted to be my slut. What I had to do was make her my slut. I would have to form a master/slave type bond that she would never dare break.

After all of our fights and arguments whenever I "broke up" with her she always wanted to get back together. She would call; she would email, so it would seem that I had some sort of power of her already. I just needed to solidify her feelings. It could be done, but it would take time and "training".

With my mind made up I stubbed out my cigarette.

"So she wants to be my slut, well my slut is what she's gonna be."

Her training would begin soon. It would take time; I had to approach this slowly. Small things first and I had to instill the fear of losing me is she chose to disobey me.

During the week I went about my business tying up all of the loose ends as far as my plan went. Various phone calls were made and received and everything was coming together. Charlie had called and we had made our tentative plans to meet at my place that weekend. She had even gone so far as to email me a few times going into great detail about some of the sexual activities she was looking forward to. The only thing that I had asked of her was that she show up wearing a thong and she would make the trip to my house "wearing" the string of anal beads I had bought for her.

Soon our date night arrived. As was our ritual she called when she arrived and I met her at the door. She looked amazing and I wondered if it was because she knew she was going to be screwed soon. She nervously entered the house and slipped into my arms where we kissed and gently fondled each other. She moaned softly as I gripped her ass.

"Put both hands on the arm of the sofa and bend over." I instructed her.

She smiled coyly and stepped over to the sofa placing her hands on the arm and bent over slightly.

"No, bend OVER." I demanded.

She complied and bent farther. I lifted her skirt slowly exposing her thighs and savoring the anticipation. I then lifted the skirt above her butt cheeks and was pleased to see she was indeed wearing a thong as I had requested. Fixing her skirt in place to leave my hands free I immediately began my inspection of her ass. I spread her wide and slid the thong to the side. There before me was her tight little bud, and a mix of emotions rushed through me. There was no presence of the anal beads.

"Oh, yeah." She began.

I quickly cut her off. "Shut Up! You deliberately disobeyed me."

"I'm sorry, its just that they..." She began again.

Interrupting I asked. "Did I ask for an explanation?"

"No."

"Stand up."

"Are you mad at me?"

"Not at all. Come on lets go."

"Where are we going?"

"Out, come on."

I held the door open and we stepped outside. I took her hand and we walked in silence the few blocks to a local "go-go" bar. It wasn't one of the upscale places with plush seating and cocktail waitresses. There wasn't security or even a bouncer. It was a local dive with stages behind the bar where girls would get up and dance to three songs while undressing to panties and pasties. What Charlie didn't know was that I knew a girl who danced here. We took seats at the bar and got the bartenders attention. The selection was limited; you had alcohol or a choice between two bottled beers. Charlie ordered a Jack and Coke while I settled for a beer. The girls weren't dancing yet, but it was only about ten minutes before the jukebox was turned on and the three girls appeared and climbed upon their respective "stages". Stacey was on the middle stage and shot me a quick look and a smile. It wasn't anything Charlie would have picked up on, which was good.

"So what, you want to check out some strippers before fucking me? What, is this my punishment for not showing up with the beads in my ass?"

"Yeah." I lied, "Does this make you mad?"

"Not really. That girl in the middle is kinda cute, she's kinda turnin me on."

She was talking about Stacey. And she was right Stacey had a tight little body. She was short, like 5 foot nothing short. She couldn't have weighed more then a buck o five soak and wet. She had those small pert tits and the kind of nice round small ass that fit perfectly into your cupped hands. Her curly raven black hair cascaded in loose ringlets down past her shoulders against her pale skin. I had known her for a while and she was a freak! I would have considered dating her if it wasn't for the fact that she was almost ten years younger then me and pretty heavy into a lifestyle that included going to raves and ingesting the various drugs that accompanied those types of parties.

I knew she'd be down with what I had in mind, all I had to do was tell her about the plan. She didn't care; to her it sounded hot and she was all too happy to be a part of it.

The music continued and the girls swayed and "danced" to the odd song choices that the rather out of date jukebox offered. Finishing our drinks we ordered another round. Before long Stacey started making eyes at Charlie. And I thought Charlie might be getting a little receptive. That coupled with the fact that she thought I had brought her here because I was mad. Knowing Charlie her "revenge" would be to make me jealous by flirting with someone, and why not one of the dancers? Yeah in her mind this made sense.

Once the songs had finished the dancers climbed off their perches and started to make their way to the "dressing room". Charlie stood up and told me she would be right back. I watched as she quickly made her way over toward the door of the girl's dressing room intercepting Stacey. The girls chatted and Stacey looked my direction before pulling Charlie towards her and kissing her. Then taking Charlie by the hand she led her into the dressing room.

I know Charlie had engaged in bisexual activities before so her behavior didn't surprise me one bit. Just about a half-hour went buy as I slowly nursed my beer and tried to keep myself from chain smoking. Normally I would have left and I'm sure Charlie wasn't going to be expecting me to be sitting at the bar when she emerged from the dressing room. But I had a plan and I wasn't going to give up so easily. If she thought she was the only one who could play games she was wrong.

Finally the dressing room door opened and the girls started filing out; the last two were Charlie and Stacey. Charlie's skirt looked slightly skewed and as I had guessed she looked shocked to see me still sitting there at the bar. She sauntered over and climbed up on the barstool and picked up her drink to take a sip.

"So are you still mad at me?"

I didn't answer her, figuring I'd play the "silent treatment". Two feet away behind the bar was Stacey shaking her ass on the stage closest to us. She got down on all fours and crawled across the bar towards Charlie. Charlie leaned over the bar and the two girls kissed. The bar erupted with applause and I watched as Stacey discretely dropped a small pill into Charlie's Jack and Coke. Stacey pulled away winking at me and stood and made her way over to her stage.

"I'm outta here." I announced getting up and dropping a handful of cash on the bar before turning around and walking out the door.

Sure enough Charlie came out the door after me.

"So what, that's it? You are just gonna leave me her because some girl kissed me? Don't forget YOU were the one who brought me here, if anybody is to blame its you!"

Typical Charlie, I knew she'd react this way. She was shouting and trying to cause a scene. I turned and politely asked if she was coming.

We walked again in silence for a couple of blocks before she spoke again.

"So I suppose you just want me to go home now, huh?"

"Nope, you came down for a reason, right?"

"So you still want to fuck?"

"Yep."

We got back to my house and I let us in. We went straight upstairs to my bedroom where she laid down on my bed and kicked off her shoes.

"My pussy is really wet and my panties are gonna be really smelly. Wanna know why?"

"Why?" I said as I removed my shirt.

"Because that stripper back there ate my pussy."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah but not as good as you do..."

I climbed on top of her and slid my hands down her arms to her wrists and pinned her to the mattress as we kissed. From her lips I moved to her neck then progressively down to her nipples which were now poking hard against her top. I moved myself down between her legs and slipped her skirt up so I could remove her panties.

"Oh yeah, baby, eat that pussy, eat it good for me..."

I pulled her thong down her legs and started to bring them to my face to inhale her aroma. But they were so moist I just dropped them to the floor. I positioned my face between her thighs and lowered my tongue to her already moist folds.

"Thas... it.....bae..." And her voiced trailed off. Now she just moaned. Whatever Stacey had slipped her was taking effect.

I stood up and walked to the head of the bed.

"Awe, dough th-top."

I reached under the bed and pulled out the wrist restraint and secured it around her wrist. She giggled and tried raising her arm. The cuff lifted only and inch or two off the mattress, the other end was attached to the bed's frame. I walked around the other side of the bed and pulled the other cuff out and closed it around her other wrist. She cooed happily.

I pulled my cell phone out of my pocket and looked at the time. It was A little after 2am. I had a few minutes to kill so I unzipped my pants and pulled my semi-rigged cock out and knelt beside Charlie's head.

"Mmm," she moaned and licked her lips. And I leaned forward shoving my cock towards her mouth. She took it greedily and began sucking at it with abandon. Soon my cock was completely swollen and I began thrusting into her mouth. Ever few seconds I'd pull out and slap her cheeks with my saliva coated boner before returning it to her wet mouth.

I heard a noise downstairs as the front door opened and closed.

Stacey was there. "Hello?" She called as she came up the stairs and came towards the bedroom.

Stacey started getting undressed without so much as saying a word.

"Hi there." I said. As I climbed off the bed. Still standing near the head of the bed I slid my pants down and stepped out of them. I was now totally naked, as was Stacey.

"Awe, you started without me." She said eyeing my erection.

"Whad da fuck?" Charlie said slurred and confused.

"You see honey, you didn't do as you were told so now as your punishment I'm gonna fuck the shit out of your little friend here while you watch." I explained to Charlie.

Stacey came over and dropped to her knees in front of me.

"Aren't we gonna play with her too?" Stacey asked.

"Only if she's a good girl."

Satisfied with the answer Stacey crammed my cock into her mouth and began bobbing on it.

"Yeah bitch suck that dick." I commanded.

Stacey worked it hard, maybe it was the fact that Charlie was there, I didn't know and could have cared less. My rod slipped past her lips, in and out, in and out, in a nice steady rhythm. Stacey then pulled it out and ran her mouth up the side before popping the head back in and engulfing my shaft. Charlie just lay there staring at the ceiling but I knew she could tell what was going on. Sure she was a little out of it but she still had some of her senses about her.

"Hold your mouth open." I told Stacey. She opened her mouth and I grabbed her head and began pistoning my cock in and out of her mouth. She groaned as I violated her mouth. It was either her groans or the intensely loud slurping and squishing noises but I could see Charlie turning her head to watch the show.

"Take it all." I ordered and pulled Stacey's head towards my groin. She looked up at me and made an awful gagging noise. I could see tears welling up in her eyes and I relented a second before continuing my assault on her mouth. She relaxed and I could feel the head of my cock cross the threshold into her throat. Her nose was pulled tight against my pubes and my balls were resting on her chin. The tears grew and began running down her cheeks leaving black trails behind them. She began to gag and cough again and I pulled her off. Long strands of saliva hung between my cock and her lips and she quickly closed the distance and enveloped my dick again. She bobbed up and down on my shaft and I looked over at Charlie. Her eyes were locked on the girl sucking me off.

"Yeah baby suck that dick." I told Stacey. That got Charlie's attention and she looked up and made eye contact with me. I smiled and thrust my hips in unison with Stacey's mouth. Charlie then scowled at me before turning her head away from the action.

"You want me to fuck you with that dick?" I asked Stacey.

"Oh yeah, you know I do."

I laid down on the carpet beside the bed and Stacey straddled my hips. She lowered herself onto my erection.

"Oh fuck!" She moaned loudly.

"Oh yeah baby that's it." I encouraged her.

She started riding me with force. At first I kept my hands on her hips and "helped" her, but that didn't last. I had to reach up and squeeze those little tits of hers. Man handling them I pinched her nipples.

She began to yell out, "OH! OH GOD YEAH! I'M GONNA CUM! I'M GONNA CUM! FUCK!"

Again I grabbed her by the hips and we began fucking each other as hard as we could. Her back arched and she grabbed her own nipples pinching and twisting them as her body convulsed in orgasm. After her orgasm subsided and she caught her breath she began to rock back and forth on my still erect cock. I let my hands roam over her tight naked body.

"Oh God, that was good." Stacey breathed.

"I'm glad you liked it." I responded.

I reached around and grabbed her ass.

"We aren't done yet, you know."

"I hope not."

She stood up and walked to the foot of the bed. There lay Charlie, still naked from the waist down. Her arms bound and her legs slightly spread. She was watching us now. Stacey placed her hands on the bed beside Charlie's knees.

"Can I lick her?" Stacey asked.

"No," I said as I went to the dresser to get the tube of lubricant.

"But she tasted so good."

With that Charlie started grinding her hips in a seductive fashion.

"No, she's being punished. Maybe later."

Charlie sighed heavily and made a pouty face.

I took up position behind Stacey and grabbed her by the hips. Her pussy was so freaking wet I slammed my entire length into her. I wasn't going to be gentle. I didn't care about Stacey, I was using her. I pulled back and rammed my cock home again. Stacey's head flew back as she groaned loudly. Picking up the pace I started drilling away at Stacey's sopping wet cunt. Her loose pussy sucked and slurped as I plunged and retreated, plunged and retreated. Stacey's head would drop to her chest and fly back as I hammered away. I reached up and grabbed a fist full of her hair and pulled hard as I sunk deep into her.

"Do you want it now?" I asked.

"Yeah," panted Stacey, "Just go slow."

I pulled out of Stacey's pussy and spread her cheeks pulling her little butt hole open. I then began to lick the rim of her tight little opening.

"Tell her what I'm doing." I ordered.

"Mmmm, he's licking my ass. And it feels so fucking good." Stacey complied.

"Oh. He's shoving his tongue into my ass."

I lapped at her like a dog at its water dish. Her anus flexed and quivered with each lick. I picked up the tube from the bed and squeezed an ample amount out and into my hand allowing it to warm up while I continued to eat her ass. After a few moments I slid the lube down her ass crack, I ran my hand up and down and began to work the lube into her clenched orifice with my index finger. Once past the tight opening she seemed to relax and I was able to work my finger into the second knuckle.

"Hoe GOD!"

"That's it baby, soon my fat cock is gonna be up in there."

"Yeah, I want you to fuck my ass."

"Charlie? Do you want to watch me fuck her ass?"

"You're a dick." She seemed to have regained some composure.

"You disobeyed, so this is your punishment. But, I'll ask you again, do you want to watch when I fuck her ass?"

"Screw you." Charlie retorted.

"Oh come on, it's no fun if you're tied up." Chimed Stacey.

"I don't know."

"Look," I said, "How about I let her release you and you can lie there while she eats you out and I fuck her in the ass. Then if you want to watch you can?"

"Uh," pause, "Okay."

"But from now on you must do as I ask, when I ask, ok?"

"Okay."

I pulled my greasy finger out of Stacey's ass and she released Charlie. Charlie didn't really move other then to spread her legs giving Stacey access to her pussy. Stacey took up position and lowered her mouth and began licking at Charlie. I meanwhile had resumed playing with Stacey's tight little bum. Both girls began moaning and I decided Stacey was warmed up enough. Gently I began to shove the head of my cock into Stacey's rectum.

"Oh FUCK!" Stacey almost yelled as she lifted her head away from Charlie's wet snatch. Charlie quickly grabbed Stacey's head and pushed her back down. I began the slow process of invading a virgin asshole. Stacey was whimpering as my cock slowly crept deeper into her bowels. Her whimpers were muffled as she continued to be almost force fed Charlie's pussy as Charlie moaned in pleasure. Finally I looked down and I could see that my pelvis was tight against Stacey's bottom. I didn't move for a few moments, I just relaxed and listened to the two girls moaning. I wanted Stacey to get comfortable having my disk in her ass before fucking her, and the sight of my cocked being buried in her tight ass was amazing.




Something Wicked Learned



"Are you all the way in?" It was Charlie. I looked up and our eyes met. "Are you?"

"Yeah," I said, almost out of breath.

"I wanna watch."

"Come on then..."

Charlie sat up and crawled around until she was kneeling beside Stacey's rather full ass.

"That looks fucking amazing." Charlie stated rather lustfully.

"Fuck her." She ordered.

Slowly I began to pull out. After about an inch I pushed back in. Out and inch then back in, slowly I began to work Stacey's ass. Stacey was moaning and mumbling about how good it hurt. Charlie made her way down to Stacey's mouth and began to tongue kiss her, before coming back to enjoy the show. Charlie then grabbed Stacey's ass cheeks and pulled them apart.

"Fuck her harder."

I started pulling out farther with each thrust before sinking back in until I was only leaving the head inside before ramming home. Slowly at first then faster and faster. Charlie let go of Stacey's cheeks and grabbed me by my face. She stuck her tongue into my mouth and started kissing me.

I knew I wouldn't be able to hold out much longer Stacey's virgin ass was so tight and this whole experience was driving me wild and so I broke off the kiss.

"I'm going to cum soon." I announced. "And I want to cum in your mouth Charlie."

"Oh yeah?"

"Uh huh. Oh shit here it comes..."

I grabbed Charlie by her head and forced her face down towards Stacey's ass. I held her face against Stacey's ass cheek and pulled my dick out before jamming it into Charlie's waiting mouth. My cock began to explode as my own orgasm shook my body.

"Fuck yeah, suck my cock. Yeah, suck her ass off my dick, slut."

Charlie had swallowed most of my cum but some was dribbling from the corner of her mouth. I looked down at Stacey's closing asshole.

"Get over here and help her clean my dick off." I said to Stacey.

Stacey turned around and the girls began to take turns licking my shaft like an ice cream cone before turning their attention to each other. Stacey began licking the remaining semen from Charlie's lips.

"God that hot." I uttered as I watched the two girls making out.

"I still need to be fucked." Charlie said.

"And I should be going..." added Stacey. "Thanks for showing me such a good time you guys."

"Your welcome." I said as I laid down on my bed.



Something Wicked This Way...



The moon was high, partially hidden by dark, drawn out clouds, blocked out every once in a while by the lightning of a storm nearby. Her knee high boots echoed against the gravestones as she ambled slowly through the dark; her long, black coat billowed around legs encased in black dress pants. She paused, her head tilted up to the moon that called her, arms at her sides, chest pushed out, as if offering her very being to the night. She took in a deep, satisfied breath, drawing in the smell of death, decay and dust that surrounded and encased the cemetery. A storm was brewing. . . And it excited her.

As she began moving again, she felt someone behind her, and her pulse began to quicken. Lengthening her strides to match the pace of her heart, she moved forward towards the steps of a mausoleum where she could hide. She needed to hide before any damage was done.

It wasn't meant to be, as her head was suddenly yanked back, hard, by her long, dark hair. Her back hit a strong, hard chest as a large hand with long fingers encircled her throat. She gasped, and felt cool lips touch her ear as they released a small laugh, and then a tongue that left a wet trail up the curve of her ear. She whimpered, and the stranger laughed again. A strong arm snaked around her waist, pulling her hips back against his, allowing her to feel his erection through her pants, against her ass. She tried struggling out of his grasp, only to have her head yanked back again, further this time, his arm banded around her, palm flat against her abdomen, and moving lower. 

The stranger tsked in her ear, his lips curved against her neck, and she felt teeth nip lightly over her speeding pulse. He had reached the top of her pants, and began moving further down. She moved her hips backwards in an attempt to move away from that roaming hand, only to brush her ass up against his erection once again. The stranger let out a deep breath that shivered down her spine, as he shoved her towards the mausoleum she had previously been heading towards, his hand still fisted in her hair. 

He shoved her down onto the steps, the hard marble cracking into her shins, causing her to cry out in pain. She quickly tried to regain her footing to run, only to have him kick her down again, his foot on her back, holding her down. The cold stone against her cheek, she felt shiver run through her body, knowing what would happen, and how inevitable the outcome would be. 

Keeping that one foot on her back, he kneeled down to her side, stroking her hair as if to calm a frightened child, and murmured soft, incomprehensible words. His hand moved almost soothingly down her arm, and then violently wrenched it behind her back. She let out a small scream as her arm was almost ripped out of its socket, and he laughed again. He placed his other hand on her head, holding it to the stone, as he repositioned her so her ass was in the air, accessible for whatever he chose. Thunder rumbled in the distance.

His hand moved from her head down her back, pushing her coat up, and then sliding his hand back down to move over the curve of her ass, then between her legs. She felt her body betray her, dampness growing where his hand was currently rubbing. Against her will, her hips moved back against his hand, wanting more. He laughed louder this time, his hand grinding cruelly against her pussy. He removed his hand, causing her to whimper at the want of more, as he whispered softly "No worries, pet. It'll all come in good time," and then laughed again at his own play on words. 

He slid his fingers under the waist band of her pants, drawing them out and down, revealing her ass, and pushed the pants down to her knees, saying only "rise", indicating for her to lift her knees. When the material was under her legs now, he sat back on his feet, only his hand still holding her arm in place, taking in the sight of her. He could see her pussy glistening as another bout of lightning flashed, and grinned to himself at this easy catch. His primal growl matched the thunder that came, as he moved behind her, yanking her arm again, saying "Stay." She stayed put, not wanting to arouse any more violence. Her thoughts were racing, trying to keep herself calm, fearing what was sure to happen.

He moved his hands up her back, around her sides to grab onto her breasts and squeeze them harshly, causing her to whimper yet again, her hips moving back against him again. He leaned forward to bite the back of her neck, bringing one hand down to quickly unzip his pants, shoving them out of the way, his hard cock springing forward. He yanked her head back by the hair as he simultaneously shoved his dick into her pussy, using such force that she let out a scream of pain. But her body was not to be denied, nor was his. He began to slam himself into her again, and again, and again. Her pussy grew wetter with the force of it, opening for him, as pleasure ran through her body. Confused and frightened by her body's reaction, she struggled against him, but she wasn't sure whether she was trying to escape or whether she was moving back against to meet his every thrust.

The sky opened up, rain pouring down upon them as the storm hit, lightning lighting up the sky, thunder cracking as he fucked her long and hard, using her body for his own gratification. His grunts matched the sound of flesh slapping flesh, and she whimpered, feeling her body changing, her terror growing. 

No, this can't be happening! Not like this! Not again! 

The thoughts raced through her mind, as his cock continually slammed into her soft flesh. Her body began shaking; trying to stave off what she knew was coming. His thrusts became more insistent, and he began to moan. She kept fighting, but knew she was losing the battle, rain pouring down her body as she fought the inevitable. The stranger's hands gripped her hip hard as his cock began to jet hot streams of cum into her. She lost all control as she screamed out in agony, feeling her body give spasms, growing stronger, as she quickly turned on the stranger, fisting her hand in his hair, yanking his head to the side. She saw a brief flash of fear and surprise on his face in the lightning, and then she sank her teeth into his neck, feeling the blood rush into her mouth, as his cock continued to ejaculate on her thighs.

Orgasm gripped her body as she drank his life down on the steps of the mausoleum, his fluids soaking her as surely as the rain had. When he was down to the last few ounces, she snapped his neck and let him fall. 

She stood, pants still at her knees, coat falling around her legs, as she tilted her head up to the rain, as it washed away the blood that escaped from her mouth. She drew in a deep breath, feeling the rain cleanse and calm her. Her head fell to the side, looking down at the man, her vision hazed by the remaining pleasure coursing through her body.

She supposed she had to deal with this now. She sighed, and grabbed his ankle. She pulled him up the rest of the steps of the mausoleum, his head banging against the marble stairs, a bit more bashed in with each stride. She dragged his body across the landing, and kicked open the door. She bent down and hauled him over her shoulder, striding into the dark. Pushing back the top of one of the stone coffins, she let him fall in with the last body. She looked down upon them, the poor souls who thought they could get away with it. She hadn't wanted to kill them. But they left her no choice. Oh well. One less asshole in the world.

After closing the coffin, she left the building of the dead, and continued on her walk through the night.



Something Wicked This Way Came



Author's Note: This stand-alone story of erotic horror is an entry in the 2012 Halloween story contest. Please vote! As always I welcome all comments/feedback, thank you!

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It was positively surreal, Gina thought, watching the costumed crowd. She had always loved Halloween, the costumes were freeing, the eerie atmosphere got the adrenaline pumping, and all the treats pleased her sweet tooth greatly. It also held a bit of dread for her, the secrecy of masks and the feeling in the air brought to mind the origins of the day, when the dead walked among the living.

But this Halloween was special. She knew everyone there, hidden by their masks, but it had been ten years since they had met face to face. The only one who she knew by sight was Diane, the host. She was dressed as a lady pirate, her domino small, and had greeted Gina at the door with the rules. No names. No personal questions. No guilt.

Their college had been too small for a homecoming, so Diane, still in town and now a professor, had put it together. All the invite had said was it was for singles from their year, a fun ten year reunion. Costume required, must have mask.

Gina might not have gone if it weren't for the fact that she was bored, broke, and close by. Life in ten years hadn't gone exciting places and while she'd been working to keep the ranch afloat it seemed life had passed her by. A real reunion would have been depressing, surely by now Bobby Williams was a big attorney and Mary Farnsworth she knew had had a nose job and a name change, and was on Hollywood's B-list working her way up to first string. 

But a Halloween party was irresistible. This year it was on a Wednesday, and the actual night her ranch had several events for guests to spice up the slow season, but this was the Friday before, and she'd come expecting at least an interesting time.

There were forty people there, one quarter their graduating class. That meant depressingly that one hundred and twenty were happily married and off to bigger and better things.

She took up her station by the food and glanced around. Diane's place was a big Victorian off the town square, absolutely perfect. If the Adams Family were real, they would live there. All around her she saw impressive costumes, people had obviously been planning for this for a long time. The invite had come two months ago and in that time she had put together a simple costume for Little Red Riding Hood.

She saw a few pirates with what appeared to be real swords and swooping hats, more than a few vampires, sexy and gothic, and even a few almost child-like costumes of cowboys and Indians, though done up expensively and made adult. In the case of a female Indian Princess, downright sexy.

She grabbed punch and a brownie made to look like a grave with a grey-frosted cookie tombstone. She tried to figure out who everyone was, but ten years had changed them all and the costumes were all quite good and concealing.

She looked down and resisted the urge to fidget. Working a ranch, even a dude ranch as hers was, kept her in shape. Still she was more at home in jeans and a loose t-shirt atop a horse than gussied up. Her best friend and business partner Millie had done her makeup and hair, loosely braiding the sun-lightened blonde tresses into two loose pigtails. The costume she'd made was a tight red dress, it wrapped and was stretchy, forming a low V at her cleavage and the skirt showed a lot of her long, tanned legs. The cloak flowed down, tying at her throat and she wore the hood loose and back. Her domino was a cheap sparkly red one bought at the local Farm & Fleet's costume section.

"Well, well, well, off to grandmother's?"

She jumped at the deep voice and turned, gasping. The man behind her was tan, his hair long and dark. Probably a wig, she didn't know any man of their class with hair both dark and long. His mask was face paint, that of a wolf, his chest bare and muscled. He wore armbands and had vermillion paint on his large biceps. All he wore were buckskin pants and boots, and a cape that was a wolf, the head resting on his, the fangs dipping over his brow.

"What are you?"

He smiled, the lines of his face strong. "A skinwalker who becomes the Big Bad Wolf." She gulped. Suddenly music started The Monster Mash. He turned his head in a canine-like gesture. "Care to dance, Red?"

"It- it's not my kind of music," she said stupidly. 

On the ranch men sometimes flirted with her, but as the owner and foreman she was always tough, in control, and had no problem turning them down. Here she felt exposed, vulnerable, and it bothered her that she could not place the man or his voice.

His smile was feral, and though it was appealing a deep tremor of fear took her. "Fair enough. So how have the years treated you?"

"G-good."

He drew closer and she noticed how tall he was. Cripes, there had been no one this good looking from school. Maybe he was a guest of Diane's from her adult life. Whatever he was, whoever he was, he scared something inside her.

"You have no clue who I am, do you?"

She shook her head and he smiled, reaching out to brush a lock of hair back. When their skin touched, she gasped, trembling. He smelled of expensive cologne, a wild contrast to the heathen image of his costume. His touch was electric, and she felt her body melting.

"Gah!"

He laughed and chucked her chin, turning to meld with the press of bodies. She watched him go and when he reached the doorway to the dining room he turned, giving her a knowing look. She blushed as red as her dress.

Diane came over, laughing. "So the game has begun."

Gina jumped. "Wha?"

The brunette pirate laughed. "Don't tell me you didn't know, I thought everyone knew."

"Knew what?"

"I have these parties every year for my single friends. Halloween is a time to slip on someone else's skin and do what you normally can't." She winked at that.

Blushing, Gina scooped up more punch and drank it deep, wincing at the turn of phrase. "What are you talking about?"

Diane leaned in close, her voice a deep, husky whisper. "You don't have to do anything you like but tonight if you see anyone interesting, I highly encourage you to seduce him. We're all strangers tonight, no past, no tomorrow, no guilt. Just have fun!"

The doorbell rang, cutting off any further speech and Diane left with a wink. Gina stood there feeling lost, yet her eyes looked for a wolf head above the crowd. If she understood Diane, this was like a swinger's party.

Her heart began to pound. What would Millie say? Or old Mr. Barrowman, the cattleman she'd inherited from her parents who'd been with the ranch since Custer had ridden west with bravado. Her oldest friends who were always telling her to get out, be young, have fun. Would they approve?

She caught sight of the wolf and he was dancing with the Indian Princess. His movements were suggestive, it was a slow song she didn't recognize, the beat low and steady. He moved his body sensually, and the Princess clung to him, but his dark piercing eyes were on Gina.

She turned away and found herself meeting his eyes in a mirror. Who was he? She thought of the tall men with dark hair she'd known in school, and none of them fit. She lined him up with every brunette at graduation in her memory but he didn't match a single one. Why was she wondering? Wasn't Diane right, that if there was no past, no tomorrow, just the present, it made the night more exciting?

With that in mind she felt bold and found another wallflower, a short man dressed as the Dread Pirate Roberts looking nervous on the couch. "Would you like to dance?"

He looked shocked but nodded, blushing slightly. The song was Don't Fear the Reaper and they danced slow and loose, swinging their arms without much grace. Soon they were laughing and talking about the party, the food, the music, all safe subjects. 

The song ended and Little Red Riding Hood came on, slowing the tempo. She gulped and he looked uncomfortable. Gina waited for him to invite her into the circle of his arms, and then she felt a hand on her shoulder.

"May I have this dance?"

It was the wolf. She gulped and turned. Behind her the pirate accepted the request and scrambled off. Before she could say anything he hauled her up against him and smiled down. "I thought you didn't dance."

"Not to pop music."

He laughed, and it was a sensual song tinged with velvety darkness. "The Monster Mash hasn't been pop music in half a century.

"Do I make you nervous?"

Her eyes widened at the forward question. With a sigh she tried to steady herself even as she followed his steps. "Yes."

"Good."

He said nothing more as they danced and she became quite aware of his erection pressed to her. Despite her scandalous shock she felt her body heat and soften, something low and deep inside turned over. She closed her eyes and felt their bodies swaying together, in perfect rhythm. 

Why not let go of Gina Collins, rancher, for just one night? Why not become Little Red Riding Hood and let the Big Bad Wolf take her? It was Halloween, a time for magic, a time when the walls that defined life fell. A night to put on another face and act naughty, to demand treats under the threat of a trick. Why not grab this treat?

"Come with me to the woods," he whispered in her ear as the song ended, pure temptation in beautiful form.

She made no sound but nodded, opening her eyes to see a gleam of victory wash over his painted face. He took her by the hand and led her to the dining room, stopping to dip his hand into a plastic pumpkin on the table by the door. He lead her to the kitchen and out the back door, swimming through bodies.

They parted the smokers on the patio and hit the jogging path that ran behind the houses. They walked for what felt like hours but was surely just minutes, into the thick woods. All the while her heart pounded and her vision blurred. Gina refused to ask herself if she was really committed and threw herself into the moment, floating above the terror and reaching for exhilaration.

He found a clearing a bit smaller than others they had passed he stopped and pulled her to him. When his mouth crushed hers she squeaked and clutched at him, fingers grasping the bands around his arms. He tasted hot and sweet, his tongue parting her lips to sweep in. His hands moved quickly, cupping her ass and drawing her close. On shaking legs she pressed forward, kissing him back, breathlessly lost to the sensations.

He moaned low in his throat, rumbling against her, and Gina let her hands trail over what flesh she could reach. The wolf cloak she could feel was surely fake, it was light and slid off as she stroked his shoulders. She pulled back and saw his hair was long and black, flowing lightly in the wind. His face paint was slightly smeared and she reached up to touch her face, coming back with black and grey.

He grinned. "It suits you, like wearing the skin of another."

She shivered at the cryptic words and he kissed her again and backed her to a tree. Pressed between the hard bark and his warm body, she could only squeak. His body slipped between her legs, lightly grinding his hardness, and she gasped at the size.

Suckling her lower lip, his hands smoothed from her shoulder down to cup her breast. It was Gina's turn to moan as her nipple hardened. His mouth slid along her lips to her cheek, letting her gasp in the cool night air. His hand massaged, the other cupping her ass and grinding her against him now

"Relax," he said against her neck, lightly nipping. "When I bite I promise you'll like it."

She had been tense but Gina couldn't help it. She had never done anything like this, not even back in college when one night stands were the norm. It was such a departure from herself that she was riding pure adrenaline.

He chuckled. "Are you scared? It is Halloween. If the ghosts are about, I'll protect you. Nothing in the night could be scarier than me."

"Boy, you really enjoy this role," she replied breathily.

He lowered her shirt and pressed his mouth to the tip of a beast, sucking through the lace. She cried out and thrust her hips, her body knowing the steps to the ancient dance even as her mind reeled.

"Oh, God!" she cried when his clever teeth pushed the lace down to capture the bud.

"Mmm, what hard nipples you have."

"Th-that's- oh! That's my line."

He raised his hand to lower her dress and bra on the other side, thumbing that nipple softly, devastating her. "All right then, I'll just have to stick to my part." He raised his face to smile at her, his teeth starkly white against the smeared face paint. "I believe I'm supposed to eat you."

With a brief flick of his wrist he undid the tie of her dress and it popped open. The stranger sank to his knees before her and hooked a finger in her panties. Pushing them aside, his lips descended.

She looked down and her creamy white flesh was smeared with his paint. Feeling decadent she touched herself, working it in. His tongue slid her entire length, making her knees tremble. He gripped one, steadying her, massaging lightly as his tongue began to furiously lick, parting her folds. 

Glancing up, his eyes met hers while his mouth worked and she gasped at the intimate connection. He hummed slightly, flicking her clit, nodding in approval as she stroked her breasts, pulling at her nipples.

With one tug her panties ripped and immediately he worked in a finger. Gina went off like a rocket, the pleasure swelling. He sucked on her clit as his finger curled forward and she shook, her head thrown back. She cried out her pleasure and the answering screech of birds eerily came as they took flight away from the noise.

Shaking, only the press of his body kept her standing up right. When her body stilled he removed his lips and licked them, his finger still buried inside, massaging, keeping her arousal burning steadily.

"So strong, I love your legs. You have a fantastic body, does this come from riding horses all day?"

"Wha- how did you know?"

He smiled and kissed her inner thigh, licking at the tremor there. "It's Arizona, Gina, everyone is either soft and from the city, or firm like you and rides horses."

He knew her name! Her eyes flared and she was unsure whether or not to be elated or terrified. "Who are you?"

He chuckled. "Tonight, I am your fantasy. Now, what will it be, Little Red? Trick, or treat?"

Her breaths came heavy and slow, and she couldn't look away. He didn't move and she realized he wanted an answer. "Treat. Please," she couldn't help but add.

He laughed outright but his mouth returned and another finger slid. It was so tight, but his clever mouth enticed more of her juices. When her legs grew weak he pulled his fingers free and scooped her up, bringing her legs over his shoulders. Gina grabbed at a low bough to hold herself up, feeling helpless in the clutches of the Big Bad Wolf.

He feasted, twirling his tongue, sucking, teasing her until she begged. After an eternity he sucked her clit and flicked it with the barest tip of his tongue, and she came again, wailing, clawing at the tree. She rode the pleasure out, aware of his moving even as she felt shattered.

When she opened her eyes he was standing pulling something from his pocket. She saw a condom and breathed a sigh of relief.

"But don't you...want me...to...um..."

He grinned again. "Little Red doesn't eat the Big Bad Wolf."

He opened his breeches them and fished out his cock. In the pale moonlight it was long and hard, the tip wet. She wanted to taste him but he gave her a knowing look and a light growl.

Sheathed at last he grabbed her for a kiss and lifted her once more. Braced against the tree she wrapped her legs around him and he began to work it in. It felt like a tight fit, and it had been rather long for her. He kissed her again, moaning at every inch that sank in.

Just when she thought she could take no more their hips met and he held still, pulling his lips from hers. "What a good girl, so hot, wet, and tight. Waiting for me."

She moaned and he began to thrust. He thrust up and ground slightly, driving the soft deerskin of his pants into her clit. She clutched at him, sucking at his plush lower lips, her panting breaths matching his as they built. He felt so strong, surrounded her, and filled her so deep. Her eyes closed and the world narrowed to them, Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf in the woods.

The orgasm was a snarling beast that clamped its jaws over her. She wailed into his mouth, gasping and groaning, grunting with it. She tried to move but the position prevented it, and she was a helpless victim of the orgasm he forced on her.

It barely ebbed when he set her down, pulled out, and turned her roughly. She braced her hands on the tree and turned to look over her shoulder. His hair was wild, his breathing rapid, and his eyes were almost black. He looked like a demon, a dark pagan god. Kicking her legs apart he dipped his hips and slammed in, deeper than she thought possible.

Gina cried out and immediately he pulled out only to push back in. His hands moved, one holding her hip and the other sneaking around to brace two fingers against her clit. She closed her eyes, lost to the fantasy that indeed he was the wolf, claiming her. But, oh, god, the reality was so much better.

Deeply he thrust, filling her, taking her desire to a dark place. She rode the waves with him, thrusting back, begging for more with her body. His body listened, and he quickened his pace, thrusting hard and deep. In contrast, his fingers were a light kiss on her clit.

Her body, achy and sated yet hungry for more, galloped ahead and found the climax. She screamed with it, crying out wordlessly. She heard his breath hitch and his shout matched hers as he came, jerking impossibly deep inside her, pushing her orgasm onto the knife edge between pleasure and pain.

All too soon she sagged and he stepped forward, pressing her body between his and the tree. He kissed her check, nibbling at her ear until she turned her head. Capturing her in a kiss, he devoured her mouth, his hands gently stroking, his cock still hard inside her, softening only slightly.

"Who are you?" she asked weakly against his lips.

His last kiss was smacking. "A man who has desired you from afar for a very long time."

"Please, I must know."

"One day I will come to you, on your ranch, and let you see who I truly am. But tonight, just for tonight, we are but a fantasy. One I expect you to dream of every night until I return. Close your eyes."

She complied, sighing when he pulled back. She gripped the tree, listening to him move. "Why the games?" There was no response.

Turning, the clearing was empty. There was nothing, no sign of him, no wolf's cowl, no condom or ripped packet. Not even her ripped panties. She looked down but the paint was still there. She breathed a sigh of relief. It had been real, so real. Her body still burned from the pleasure and though she wanted to wait she tugged her bra up, tied her dress, and ran back towards the house.

It was pure dark, lit only by the sliver moon, and somewhere close an owl hooted. The trees grabbed at her cape, but she pressed on. She was quickly lost and stopped, forcing her breath to calm. Looking to the sky she saw the stars and oriented herself. Walking slowly eventually she found the path that led from the woods to town.

Soon the house was in sight, jack o' lanterns lining the path. The patio was empty and she went inside, searching each room. The same revelers, loud music, and food, but no wolf.

"Diane! Diane!" She called to the lady pirate.

Diane turned from a deep conversation with a man dressed as Raggedy Andy. "Yes?"

Gina stopped. "The man I was taking to, dressed as a skin walker, wolf cape-thing, who is he?"




Something Wicked This Way Came



"What man?"

"The wolf!"

"What on earth happened to your face? You're a mess."

"The man dressed as a wolf, bare chest, long black hair, face paint?"

Diane grinned. "Ahh, so that explains it. A party crasher, I'm afraid. No one I invited came dressed that way."

"But you saw him!"

Diane crossed her arms. "I saw you dancing with the Dread Pirate Roberts."

"Okay, let's try this. A guy who graduated our year, probably Navajo or part Navajo, tall, like six-two, long hair, built like a brick shithouse?"

Diane thought for a long moment. "The only one who comes to mind is Daniel Whitefeather. He was in our freshman bio lab. But he left school sophomore year, transferred I heard. Gina, he was killed in a car crash three years ago on the reservation."

Gina felt her heart chill and shatter into a thousand pieces. "What?" She swayed on her feet and Diane caught her.

"It's Halloween, ghosts abound!" Raggedy Andy said with a drunken slur.

"Excuse me," the hostess brusquely said to him, and walked Gina to the bathroom. Inside she set her down on the toilet and grabbed a hand towel, wetting it. She pressed it to Gina's face and asked her to remove her mask.

Gina did, numb.

"Look, it was just something I heard. Maybe it was a rumor, maybe he did what he said he would, went on to become a biologist. And maybe he crashed tonight, looking to scare the devil out of you."

"He seemed so real, but wouldn't tell me his name. He was real!"

Diane nodded and removed the wet towel, washing it to get the paint out. "Well, this paint sure is. Look, now that I think about it, I think it was his brother James Whitefeather that was killed. It was so long ago, read about it in the paper. I just didn't invite Daniel because he didn't graduate with us. Transferred to USC, I believe."

Gina nodded numbly.

"Go ahead, go upstairs and use my computer in the office to check. Then come back and join the party, you're as white as a sheet. You need a drink."

She followed Diane out to the stairs and climbed them, finding the office on the third try. The computer was on so she sat down and opened the browser, letting it load. She searched and after a few minutes found an obituary for James Whitefeather. 

He'd been in a car driven by his brother. They were returning from a family wedding in Chicago, had driven straight through. Daniel had gotten drowsy, crossed the center line, and they hit a truck. James was killed instantly and Daniel was injured severely. A later article said charges were dropped when they found a blown tire had caused it, and the trucker they'd hit suddenly recalled seeing the tire blow.

She sat back and sighed with relief. Daniel probably just didn't want to deal with all that baggage, preferring the role of dark stranger.

Feeling better she went down and got more punch. She chatted with Dread Pirate Roberts and a woman dressed as a mermaid. After a time she caught sight of the Indian Princess coming in from a smoke on the patio.

"Excuse me," she said to her companions and ran to intercept the woman.

"Hi, I'm sorry, but were you dancing with a man dressed as a skinwalker before?"

The woman stiffened. "I would never! That's highly offensive!"

"I'm sorry, so you are Navajo?" The woman nodded. "Do you remember Daniel Whitefeather, transferred out of school sophomore year?"

"Yes, why?"

"I saw you dancing with him, he was dressed as a skinwalker."

"I danced but with...with...I don't remember. I've had a lot to drink." She touched her temple and shook her head. "Anyway, a skinwalker is offensive. In our culture it is a kind of witch who can take the form of any animal. They are pure legend, but people have tried, and they are always a grave danger."

"Why is that?"

The Princess looked at her like she was a slow child. "They live to take skins, become new people. And the only way to become one is to kill a member of your family. Now, if you'll excuse me, on a night like Halloween I find this conversation distasteful. Want to discuss your ancestors burning witches?"

"No. I'm sorry," Gina mumbled. She watched her walk away, her heart pounding.

Kill a member of their family. There was no arguing it, Daniel had killed his brother James. Intentional or not, he had done it. They live to take skins.

Heart pounding she found her purse in the downstairs bedroom and fished out her phone, calling Millie at the ranch. "Hello," her friend sleepily answered.

"Sorry to bother you, and you won't believe me, but this is highly important. Do not accept a reservation from a Daniel Whitefeather. I think he wants to kill me."

"Wait, what? You can't be serious. Someone by that name just checked in late, I just showed him to his room and laid back down. Total babe, seemed sexy but harmless. He said I had nice body."

The room began to spin. "Millie, you have to get out! Get out now! He's dangerous!"

"Gina I-"

There was a scream and the phone dropped. There was silence and Gina stood there, trembling. "Millie? Millie!"

The phone rustled as someone picked it up. She heard deep breaths and then a familiar voice. "She really does have a nice body, Gina. I'm going to enjoy wearing it. But don't worry, I won't take yours just yet. I like making you scream too much."

The line went dead.



Something Wicked This Way Comes



"Tito! Did we get those copper pipes and gears for the espresso bar?" I shouted towards the back of the partially deconstructed coffee house.

"All of that steam punk stuff? Si chulo, it all came early this morning." He replied as he strode into the store front, snacking on a fresh kiwi. I'd been working with Tito on projects for the last four years or so. Meticulously groomed and always with a perfectly kept hair style in place.

I glanced at the fruit in his hand, dripping across his fingers as a smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth. "Your friend Andre, you know that guy who bought this whole mess..." And here it was about to drop, he only called them "my friends" when they did something stupid. "He wants to pull all of the furniture out and sell some of it off."

The thin rimmed glasses on my nose felt very heavy all of a sudden. This meant we would be refitting this place for at least another three days while the boss found people to buy the old, miss matched pieces. "Well damn." I sighed heavily and tucked the pencil behind my ear. I took a seat on one of the new, plastic wrapped stools at the espresso bar. Orange rays of setting sunlight were prying at the darker corners in the store, showing the dust and frayed edges on some of the chairs, lounges and a couple vintage looking couches.

We had already been in California for a week trying to get this place up and running. Our soft opening was slated a week from now. There were long days and nights ahead of us for certain. Tito chuckled and finished off his kiwi.

"How do you stay so damn fit when you only eat fruits and vegetables man?" I rubbed my face and laughed at the ridiculous amount of work we had ahead of us. "Oh I GET my protein!" Tito quipped and stretched, tugging the edges of his V-neck shirt back into place. He had been my go-to guy for exotic foods and coffees, teas and gourmet presentations since the first place we set up under a contract.

"I swear Tito, if you get any gayer...you're gonna fart rainbows dude!"

His phone buzzed on a table top nearby, sending a hollow rattle through the vacant space. He scooped it up and flicked the screen.

"Well here's some good news. Some girl who used to come here a lot is interested in some of the things. She's going to be here in about fifteen minutes."

My tall cup of Earl Grey warmed my palm as I nodded and took a long drink. I brushed my jeans and tried to remove some of the dust and grit that had accumulated while clearing out the storage areas. I reached over and dipped my fingers in the sink, ran them through my hair and tried to at least look presentable. Five o clock shadow had set in at about three pm, showing flecks of silver hairs here and there in my goatee line.

Tito got another buzz on his phone and waltzed out the front door, waving to someone in the parking lot. "Hey you! Are you Jessie?" he ducked his head back inside and nodded towards whoever was in the parking lot. It was one of his wing-man maneuvers. It meant Get a load of this one!

I stood and rubbed my back, setting my cup down on the refinished counter. "Jessie huh? Another California girl in yoga pants and hemp sandals I bet..." I thought to myself as Tito held the door open for the woman.

What came through the door was a complete and pleasant surprise. I was expecting another waify Valley Girl, or a super health nut of a soccer mom...Jessie was none of the above. To say she was curvy, would do disservice to the word. Brilliant red hair, pulled into a wild pony tail style that looked feathered at the base of her skull. She was wearing a classic black summer dress that clung to her hips and breasts like the fine finish on a muscle car. I could make out the whipping lines of tattoos on her legs a she walked into the room.

Tito noticed my staring, and waved at me with a boyish grin behind her back in an attempt to snap me out of it.

She slid her sunglasses off and looked around the store, orange glow from the windows catching a glint of steel that hung just below her bottom lip. There was a sultry heat rolling off this woman that was hard to ignore. Feeling suddenly under dressed, I nervously straightened my Beastie Boys concert shirt and wiped my hand on my jeans once more.

"Brian?" She said with a smile and extended her hand to shake mine. She looked me over with a steady gaze. Steel blue eyes set off a stark contrast to the bright red lipstick and gloss.

I stammered, "Yes, you're here for some of this furniture right? Andre told us you would be coming by."

Tito chimed in just then from the doorway. "I have this thing I need to, uhm..I'll just be back at the hotel chulo!". He was grinning ear to ear as he knocked the door stop out of the way. I could hear him whistling the tune for "Jessie's girl" as he shut the door and hopped into his rental car.

"You'll have to forgive my friend Tito, he's a bit of a dork." We shared a laugh at his corny exit and I gestured to the chairs and tables set about in random fashion. "I loved this place when it was open before." She said as she looked over the furniture. "I must have spent a thousand hours here with my friends you know? Late nights and strong coffee." She was smiling as she looked over the familiar paintings from local artists that hung from the walls.

"They plan to keep all the artwork. I have a few recessed lighting fixtures to install tomorrow to actually show some of them off." I had turned around to find a list of the items in the storefront and their estimated value.

When I had turned around, she was trailing her fingers over the back of a set of maroon lounge chairs. "These are from the late fifties right? I love these chairs." Fondness and familiarity graced her words as she stroked the corded knots at the edges of the chairs.

My heart sunk a bit when I realized which items she was going to want. "Yeah..Jessie, about these pieces. There's something you should know before you make an offer."

I grabbed my cup of tea and headed over to the chairs, hauling one of the cushions out and showing her the label. "This brand stamp right here, stitched in gold thread...this is a total fake."

Her brow wrinkled and she opened her mouth to say something, but then thought better of it.

"This company never used gold thread to embroider their maker's marks." I unzipped the cushion cover and tugged at the inner lining, exposing the faded Chinese letters. "Total counterfeit, the Chinese are faking everything from Prada shoes to toothpaste. All of this aging on the outside? They spray these things down with diluted tea and water, let them sit in a warehouse for a couple months."

"You've got to be fucking kidding me!" She blurted out.

"I'm sorry sweet heart, the West coast is full of fake stuff like this. It comes over from China almost daily."

She was clearly disappointed, but also relieved to know the truth before she paid an arm and a leg. "Thanks for being honest with me. I wanted these chairs for my new apartment...damn!"

I put my hands in my back pockets and pondered for a bit, "Look, I can't sell these things to anyone really. I have a truck heading out to storage tomorrow afternoon, and if you want, I'll just let you have them."

She locked my gaze and smiled at me. "You can do that? Won't Andre be pissed that you gave his stuff away?"

I laughed at the thought and peeled my eyes away from her plunging neckline. Her skin was pale as marble, and begged me to conjure images of what her breasts looked like beneath the light cloth.

"It's a restaurant, stuff breaks all the time. I'll mark it down as being damaged in transit or something. I mean, they're basically worthless so it won't be a huge loss."

Jessie exhaled heavily and sat in one of the chairs, setting her purse on the low table with mosaic tiling across the top.

"We have a lot of the equipment ready. Can I offer you a cup of coffee or something? I just...I feel terrible about this whole thing, it's the least I could do."

She nodded her head and looked over the new espresso bar we had installed. "You got all of that done in just a few days?"

"Yeah actually, we got it..." I paused as something struck me about the question. "You live in the area? I didn't know anyone had heard about us taking this place over."

A quick glint of mischief flashed across her eyes as she answered me. "Something like that." She was watching me closely as I fired the machinery up and set the coffee to brew.

"Cream? Sugar? All of the above?" I called over my shoulder. When I turned around, I could swear my eyes were playing tricks on me. Her neckline had gotten lower in the time I had turned away, showing off the supple rise of flesh that formed her pale cleavage. Sweat began to bead under the collar of my T shirt as I fumbled for the cups.

"It's all good stuff, Andre is buying up the Arabica and fair trade coffees in the area." I glanced back and noticed that she had made her way to the front door, idly touching the frames of paintings as she went.

Click...

Click...

I heard the front door locks slip into place.

The tin of half and half rattled as I poured a bit into each cup of java in front of me. I had a feeling the way the coffee was made wouldn't matter.

I carried them back to the chairs and set them down on the table, taking a seat in the over stuffed maroon couch. She was taking her time, walking back to the nest of furniture. Playful wickedness painted her face as she pulled the pin from her hair, spilling the plume of fiery red strands across her back.

She smoothed out the black dress and sat next to me, reaching down to undo the strap of her sandals. "These shoes are killing my feet, you mind if I take them off?" My mind was racing. Was this really happening?

"By all means.." I managed. Wisps of steam rolled off the mugs on the table, dancing in the still air. She was seated to my right, closer than I would expect a stranger to place herself. She stretched her left leg and admired the crimson toe nails. I could see where this was heading, crazy and random as it was...

I decided to try my luck, looking over the half covered tattoo that spread over most of her thigh. "That's some impressive work. You mind if I get a better look at it?" She smirked and pulled the hem of her dress up, nearly exposing the bottom curve of her ass.

My fingers drifted over the lines and blended colors. Goosebumps appeared on her leg as I explored the image laid into her skin. "So how long have you been watching me Jessie?" Her teeth let go of her bottom lip long enough to reply, "Long enough Brian. You're up here all the time, I was hoping I could catch you on a lunch break. You work too much!" Her eyes drifted over my chest and settled on my own as she stroked the back of my neck and grazed the skin with her fingernails.

I shivered and took my hand from her flesh. "This is insane! I don't even..." my objection was cut short, "You want Tito to come back hmm? Maybe he's more your type?" She leaned in and gave me a challenging smirk.

The sunlight was fading into a reddish glow through partially open slats in the windows, catching the shimmer of her lips as she closed the distance between us. Soft scents of strawberries and cinnamon filled my senses as she kissed the side of my face first, kissing me again on the lips as she pressed against me.

This was actually happening. I wanted this more than I was willing to admit. She was melting away my resistance and making me sweat. Slipping an arm around her waist, I pulled her onto my lap, facing me and straddling my thighs.

Her lips were exploring my own, as she gripped the back of the old couch. I ran my hands up her back, through the tendrils of loosed crimson hair, searching for a bra strap to undo but found none.

My sweating palms slid down her figure and took hold of her hips, looking for a trace of panties below the dress but finding nothing there as well. Her scent washed over me as I closed my eyes and gradually opened them again. It was a heady mixture of soft fragrances and lust. The kind of potion that makes a man do tragic things for another taste.

I brushed the hair from her face as she drew back, panting with excitement. She was making short work of the buckle on my belt, snatching the button aside and tearing the fly open. My body was screaming for the satisfaction and release she was so willing to give.

I thought I would burst as she reached into my boxers and gave me a firm squeeze. "You shouldn't walk around all pent up like that, it's not healthy." More teasing and taunts from this wicked creature. It was time to turn the tables, return the heat that I'd been bathing in since she walked through the door.

I reached under her legs and tugged my jeans down just enough to get free, her breath took on a soft shudder as the head of my cock pressed against the moist lips and parted them slightly. She hauled herself up and got into position to take me in fully. Which is when I grabbed each cheek and halted her advance.

She had taken the first inch or so inside with a gasp. She stared at me with her mouth open, realizing that I'd stopped her. "Oh! Now that's just MEAN!"

"What's mean?" I grinned and lowered her so she could take half of me. She whimpered and furrowed her brow in frustration. "Fuck! You know you want to fuck me, come on baby...just do it!" I lifted her again so she could barely feel me at the opening.

She grabbed the back of my neck again, buried her face in my neck...she was straining against my arms, trying to force me to take her completely. Her hips rocked and swayed from side to side, trying to find a position where I couldn't deny her.

I lifted her off of me completely, dumping her on the billowing cushions on the opposite side. My glasses fell away from my face and clattered to the stone floor, shattering a lens as they went. She was glaring at me and breathing hard, droplets of sweat making rivulets across her collar bones and trickling over her breasts. "Ok, so you want to play huh?" her voice was as much a warning as it was an invitation.

She turned over and raised her ass in the air, gently pulling the black dress up to the middle of her back. Her arms rested on the back of the couch and she looked at me over her shoulder, slowly swaying her hips and giving me a full view of her perfectly trimmed pussy. "How long can you hold back? I'm waiting..."

I had no intention of waiting now. My jeans had fallen to my knees in the scuffle. I grabbed her backside with one hand and shoved myself into her with the other hand. I'd give her what she came for now. I was unable to resist my own need.

She took me to the hilt and pressed against my hips. Her breath caught in her throat while she leaned forward and then slammed against me. Taking each side of her perfectly rounded, cheeks in my hands, I gave in to the burning pleasure of her slick body. Slight, gentle pulses gripped the base of my penis as she lingered after each thrust.

I could tell she wouldn't take long to come. Her panting gave way to moans while she pressed her head against the arm rest. She was steadily getting louder.

The sun had nearly set outside, casting a deep red glow into the cluttered room. Even though the doors were locked, she could easily be heard outside.

I clapped hand over her mouth and pressed her into the cushions. Her eyes went wide and began to water in the corners as I drilled into her again and again, scraping the legs of the sofa across the cobbles below.

Muffled cries tried to escape my fingers...she reached over and pressed my hand against her mouth, giving me permission. Tremors ran through her thighs as the first wave of orgasm came. I could feel the lipstick and gloss smearing below my fingers from her saliva and sweat.

I'd call this passionate and primal, but there was a violence in the way she wanted to be taken. She was making me into a beast, like the image of the werewolf etched into the skin of her outer thigh.

Her back shook and arched as she came again, stronger than the last one. Tears leaked out between the tightly shut eyelids, taking trails of her once perfect eye liner with them.

I slowed my pace, letting her recover. My knees were burning and lungs ached from the effort. My shirt was stuck to my chest. Slowly I stepped back and pulled out of her throbbing pussy.

I stood dazed, seeing stars. She rose up from the couch and sat up in front of me, locking my eyes as she grabbed the fallen pants around my knees and pulled me towards her. Hair stuck to her face in wet strands, lid over her shoulder as she leaned to the side and slid her tongue over the shaft of my cock. I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath. I felt her mouth open and pull me inside with a gentle suction, deeper it went until I could feel the head pushing past the back of her throat. Her head rocked slightly as she pulled back and swallowed me whole again.

She pulled me out, a trail of spit falling to the floor. "I want you to come for me.." she said as she kissed the tip and took me into her mouth again. Her hands found the small of my back and her crimson nails dug into the skin there as she swallowed me down to the base.

I took a handful of her matted hair and sighed with ecstasy. My fingers knotting her hair and pulling as I came in the back of her throat. The world melted away into blackness...

I woke with a jolt, what seemed hours later. I was fully clothed and stretched out on the couch. I rubbed my eyes and reached over to the mosaic topped table, finding my glasses which were unbroken.

"Wakey wakey!" It was Tito's voice, coming from the open front door. Sunlight streaming in behind him.

He strode in and plopped a bag of bagels and smoked salmon in a chair, paused and stared at a painting on the wall behind me.

"Where did the picture of the redhead in black come from? Has that always been there?"