“Oh, hi, Mrs. Barrett, yes, I’ll be happy to babysit Suzy Thursday.” Kristy said, talking on the phone at the Baby-sitters Club’s meeting. “Thanks for calling, goodbye.”
“Okay, so we have this week pretty well scheduled. I’ll be babysitting for Suzy Barrett Thursday, Jessi and Mallory will be sitting for Becca Ramsey Friday, Mary Anne will be sitting for Jackey Ridowsky, and Dawn, you’ll be sitting for Little Reggie Scott, both on Saturday.”
“Anything else?” Claudia said. “I need to study for my math test.”
“Before we break up, I have good news!” Kristy said. “When I was sitting for Little Reggie Saturday, I got to talking with Mr. Scott about the Halloween Party, and how we needed a place to hold it. He invited us to hold it at his house on Knob Hill!”
“That’s great! It’s certainly big enough.” Claudia said. “We can decorate the staircases and first floor rooms and have games in the living room and the den. By the way, has anyone been in the basement? Maybe we can set it up as a dungeon, you know, kind of a spook house to take the kids through?”
The other girls looked at her blankly. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen the basement. The door’s always been closed.” Mary Anne said, looking around the room. The other girls shrugged.
“Well, we can check at least. I’ll call Mr. Scott and see if it’s all right if I come over Saturday with Dawn and start planning.” Kristy said. “If that’s everything, do I hear a motion to adjourn?”
It was October 31, Halloween! The day of the big party. Mr. Scott whistled as he walked down the stairs to the basement. It was set up like a locker room, where he had ‘entertained’ Dawn and Kristy last week. The girls would remember that they had made plans for the Halloween party while Dawn looked after little Reggie. Only he would remember that the girls had celebrated the big win with their coach. Beats going out for pizza every time, he thought with a chuckle.
He picked up the bright orange and black striped jersey and thong Dawn had discarded under the bench—the winning team was the Tigers. A pair of cleats lay discarded where Kristy had quickly stripped before eating her teammate’s ass.
He reached into his jacket and pulled out a slender crystal wand about 8 inches long with a black leather handle. “Izmen, Izmen, Neniye!” He called out with a weird intonation, as he pointed the wand at his surroundings.
As he waved the wand around him, the contents of the locker room deformed, forming into a whirlpool, swirling around until they were sucked into the tip of the wand. When he lowered the wand, the room was bare, with a light fixture hanging from the ceiling and a pull-chain next to it. The floors were concrete and the walls were painted brick. An old, unused cast-iron furnace sat in one corner.
Reginald Scott looked around, visualizing the next transformation he would create. He brought the wand up, and called out, “Neniye, Neniye, Izmen!” as he waved the wand around him. Light and shapes moved out of the wand.
As he watched, stone walls appeared around him. Wall sconces hung from the walls, holding small jack-o-lanterns that provided an eerie, flickering light. There were several sets of shackles attached to the stones, but on closer inspection, it was obvious they were plastic covered with felt.
A stone altar stood in the center of the room. It had shackles at either end that were also fake. And while the altar looked like a single stone slab, it was actually a bed with a patterned bedspread. Against one wall was a black cauldron that boiled and smoked, though it produced no heat or fumes.
He smiled as he looked around. “That’ll be fun. But for the party, I’ll need more than just this room transformed. This will take a lot of power, but with this many delectable little kids, it’ll be worth it.”
He turned and headed upstairs. A sign over the door to the basement appeared: ‘The Dungeon.’
As he made his way through the rooms, he repeated the incantation and used the wand to change each of the rooms. The living room was decorated with jack-o-lanterns over the fireplace mantle, cobwebs, and wispy ghosts hanging from the ceiling. The den was decorated with a Jacob’s ladder, a mannequin wearing a straight jacket, and a gurney. Over the door, a neon sign flickered, proclaiming it the ‘Psycho Ward.’
In the kitchen, glass tubing moved different colored liquids across the room and poured into a punch bowl. A glass bowl containing what appeared to be eyeballs sat on the counter just inside the door. In the corner, an old-fashioned examination chair stood, made of black metal and wood. A slightly off-kilter sign hung over the door, proclaiming it the ‘Laboratory.’
The basement and the rooms on the first floor were made to look like the Baby-sitters had planned and decorated them (at least, that’s the way they would remember it). The upstairs bedrooms were a different matter. One was made to look like an Old West brothel boudoir. The second bedroom was made up like a high-rise hotel room, complete with a view of Manhattan. The last was the perfect little girl’s bedroom, complete with a huge canopied bed, stuffed animals, and Disney princess posters on the walls.
Later, just before the Baby-sitters and their guests would arrive, Reginald Scott came downstairs, wearing a tuxedo and top hat. His pocket watch was on a chain in his pocket. The wand was inside his jacket. He was dressed as “The Great Reginaldo,” and the Baby-sitters thought he would be entertaining the kids with sleight-of-hand. If they only knew.
The Baby-sitters and the kids would be meeting on the porch to go trick-or-treating shortly. Without realizing it, the Baby-sitters had extended their invitation to the party to only a few of their charges—all girls, all cute.
Reginald wondered where the servants he had arranged for were…and about that time the doorbell rang. Just in time.
Let the party begin!
“Okay, kids, did you have fun?” Kristy said, as the group of kids and Baby-sitters came up the porch steps. The group of kids yelled and giggled as they held up their treat bags. They had enough candy to last them for weeks, and the houses on Knob Hill had handed out the good stuff.
They had invited thirteen kids. They were in a variety of cute costumes—superheroes, a ballerina, a nurse, a ghost, and even a cowgirl, among others. Logan, Mary Anne’s boyfriend, had joined them. Since the incident with Cokie a few weeks ago, he and Mary Anne were spending more time together. Logan had come dressed as a cowboy and Mary Anne as a cowgirl, and they held hands while they took the kids around the Knob Hill neighborhood. They made a cute couple.
“Okay, kids, may I introduce our host, the Great Reginaldi!” Kristy said, as they came up on the porch. Mr. Scott stood by the front door, smiling at the thirteen little girls. As they all yelled “Hi!” he pulled out his wand and waved it in the air over them.
With a soft pop, the porch light dimmed, then the air above them suddenly filled with tiny lights, like fireflies. The little girls all stared above them, then giggled in delight. He opened the door and gestured for them to come in the living room. They set their treat bags on the porch and made their way in.
“Mr. Scott,” Mary Anne said, as she passed him. “This is my boyfriend, Logan.”
“Ah, so this is the young man I’ve heard so much about,” he said, shaking Logan’s hand.
Logan smiled awkwardly. “H-haven’t I seen you at the stables, sir?” he said. “I think I recognize you.”
“Oh, no, I haven’t been out there. I don’t think we’ve met.” Mr. Scott said, as he led them into the living room and closed the door.
Inside, the kids had stopped and were looking around at the decorations. Their eyes were big, and he knew he had just a few seconds before they would scatter all over the house.
“All right, girls, before we get things started, I have a very special trick to show you,” Mr. Scott said, attracting everyone’s attention. “Look right here.”
He held his pocket watch above his head, dangling it so that it spun slowly in the bright light of the chandelier above him. He looked at his audience, watching as all eyes stared at the shiny silver watch.
“Baby-sitters, it’s time for a sexy, sexy, Halloween Party! I want you to listen along with the others, and go deeper, ever deeper into trance.” He looked at the seven girls, who along with Logan, had gone under with the same trigger. “As you stand there and listen to my voice, you will feel sexier and sexier and aroused, ready for anything we’ll do tonight.”
Addressing the little girls, he began, “Look at nothing else but the pocket watch, hear nothing but my voice. As you listen to my voice, it will take up your whole world. Close your eyes, and see the pocket watch in your mind.”
“You are deeply asleep, and will continue to go deeper and deeper, but remain standing. You will concentrate on my voice, and everything I say will become your truth, your absolute, unquestioned truth.”
He looked at the assembled children in the living room, along with their entranced chaperones, to make sure everyone was safely under his control. The pocket watch never failed him.
He smiled as he noticed Logan’s pants tenting. He was clearly taking his instruction to feel ‘sexier’ to heart. Next to him, Mary Anne’s hand was softly rubbing her nipples. He looked over at Kristy, who was rubbing her tight little ass through the fabric of her costume. And Stacy, always the most responsive, was rubbing her crotch and moaning quietly.
“Now, you will be completely safe tonight. You may see some scary things, but they will be fun scary things, nothing that you need to really be afraid of. You will let your imagination go, and everything you see and do tonight will be fun. If anything seems strange or impossible, you will simply think it’s because it’s Halloween. And you will begin to feel very sexy. If I or some else touches you in a private place, or kisses you, you won’t mind, in fact it will feel very very good. And you will want to kiss your friends, and your babysitters, and me, and that will feel very sexy, very good also. No matter what, no pain, nothing to fear, just good sexy fun.”
As everyone in the room stood motionless, Reginald took out his wand. He pointed it at Logan and Mary Anne, who stood next to him. “Izmen! Odezda!”
Instantly, Logan’s cowboy outfit shifted. Instead of blue jeans and a Western shirt, he wore leather chaps and an unbuttoned shirt with no sleeves that left his chest and arms bare. He looked like a young Chippendale’s dancer instead of a cowboy. The chaps left his ass bare, and his semi-erect cock stood up impressively. Next to him, Mary Anne’s cute cowgirl costume became more than cute. Instead of the knee-length skirt, her skirt barely covered her ass; instead of the long-sleeved white blouse with pink piping, she wore a suede vest that exposed her midriff and let her rock-hard nipples peek over the top. Her pink cowgirl hat and matching boots were unchanged.
Kristy had worn a police costume, with long beige pants, black uniform shirt, boots and cap, with a toy gun and a plastic truncheon on her belt. As he pointed the wand at her, her shirt tightened and became sheer glittery black; her pants became tight hot pants with fishnet stockings underneath; and her boots became over-the-knee sleek black boots. The truncheon at her belt became an obscene black dildo.
Claudia wore a cheerleader costume, but she looked even better as a sexy cheerleader, with a tight sweater, microskirt, and white boots. Dawn wore a devil costume, which became a tiny red bikini, red stockings, and stiletto heels with a cute set of horns set in her long blond hair. Her pitchfork sported a slender red phallus as its middle prong.
Jessi had worn her ballerina leotard and tights, which was transformed into a full-length catsuit in a leopard print that had cutouts to expose her small dark breasts and wet slit. It was paired with matching high heeled boots and cat ears in her hair. Mallory had worn a dog costume, but it was changed into a sexy French poodle costume, with a tight white leotard, a collar, high heels, and a poodle tail attached to a plug inserted in her ass.
Stacy had worn a long dress and high heels, her hair and makeup made up dramatically to look like a New York fashion model. Mr. Scott thought she looked better with hot pants, tube top, fishnet stockings, and stilettos with hair and makeup to make her look like a Times Square hooker.
The thirteen younger girls’ costumes were soon transformed—so that the nurse’s skirt was short enough that her ass and crotch were nearly on display, Wonder Woman’s leotard became crotch-less panties and a bustier, and the ghost’s white outfit became sheer mesh. The little cowgirl, Jamey, wore an outfit almost identical to Mary Anne’s, and just as revealing. The other little girls were soon wearing altered costumes that were just as inappropriate for girls that young.
Once he had finished transforming the costumes, Mr. Scott spoke again. “Now girls, and Logan, I’m going to wake everyone up. When I do, you will see nothing wrong with what you or the others are wearing. You will enjoy yourselves, and when the evening is over, your memories of what happened with fade—you will remember only a perfectly normal party, with punch, games, and lots of innocent fun.”
“Now, when I count to three, you will all wake up…one, two, three.”
The group began moving and giggling again. “I imagine you are thirsty.” Mr. Scott said. “Bring in some punch, servants!”
Two figures entered from the doorway marked the ‘Laboratory,’ carrying trays of cups. The taller one wore a French Maid costume, which consisted of little more than a sheer top, a thong, and a tiny apron, her long legs covered by black stockings, and a white hat on her red hair. It was Grace. The other one wore a Playboy Bunny costume complete with black leotard, cuffs, and bunny ears. The leotard did wonderful things for Bebe’s butt.
As they moved through the crowd of kids, serving cups of punch. Dawn lowered her pitchfork so that the middle prong slid between Grace’s thighs. Grace didn’t move out of the way, just smiled and gasped when Dawn found her clit.
Logan moved closer to Mary Anne and French-kissed her. She kissed him back, then grabbed his semi-erection in her hand and massaged it. He put his hand under her skirt, delighted to find that she wore nothing underneath, and rubbed her moist snatch.
They broke their kiss when Bebe came by with punch. As she offered them drinks, Logan took a cup, then reached with his left hand and groped the bunny’s luscious ass. When Mary Anne saw what he had done, she playfully slapped his hand away, replacing his hand with hers. Bebe submissively let herself be groped by Mary Anne for a few minutes before continuing on.
As Mr. Scott sipped his punch, he turned to Logan. “Pardner, you might want to take your two little fillies upstairs to their boudoir. Looks like you’re ready to put your brand on them.” He indicated little Jamey, the cute little eight-year-old blond who wore the cowgirl costume identical to Mary Anne’s.
Logan smiled hungrily, kissed his girlfriend, then took her hand. They walked over to Jamey, Mary Anne bent down to kiss her full on the lips, then they lead her to the stairs.
Mr. Scott finished his punch, then went over to Becca, the six-year-old black girl wearing the Wonder Woman costume. He bent down and kissed her, rubbing her tight ass. He took her hand, and she willingly let him lead her away. He headed toward Stacy, who was in the process of being frisked by Kristy very slowly, and not at all in a professional police manner.
“Officer Kristy, I’ll take over this little hussy. Why don’t you use your truncheon on that unruly cheerleader? I think Claudia needs it.” Kristy only smiled and headed off where Claudia was twirling her skirt in front of some of the girls, demonstrating that her costume did not include panties.
“Now, you little slut, how about you and I and Wonder Woman here have a party upstairs?” He grabbed Stacy and French-kissed her, groping her cupcake-sized tits through the tube top. She kissed him back, then followed him to the stairs. As she walked, she strutted and swung her hips. When Becca saw how she was walking, she imitated it. Stacy reached down and groped little Becca’s ass, causing Becca to break out in giggles.
When they got to the top of the stairs, Mr. Scott led Stacy and Becca into the middle bedroom. Stacy strutted over to the king-sized bed, standing against the New York skyline. “So, Mister, you paid for both of us—what’s your pleasure, big boy?” She said, getting in character. Then she pulled down her tube top to expose her perfect little fourteen-year-old tits.
Becca giggled, ran over and jumped onto the bed. “Why don’t you get Wonder Woman out of her costume and show her a good time?” he said, as he closed the door. “I’ll just watch for a while…”
Later, after Stacy had brought little Becca to her first orgasm, she showed her how to suck Mr. Scott’s cock. He left the two of them to clean up and dress. He noticed that Logan, Mary Anne, and Jamey had left the Western bedroom. He looked in the other room, and saw that Mallory and Jessi were entertaining a little ballerina with curly red hair and freckles, a blond in a see-through Supergirl costume, and a blonde-haired girl wearing a dark wig and a very short Snow White costume. At least, the three girls seemed to find Mallory and Jessi’s tongues and fingers quite entertaining.
Downstairs, in the ‘Psycho Ward,’ Grace was stripped out of her maid’s uniform, and strapped to the gurney. She may have been in distress, but she did look like she particularly wanted to be freed, even though Dawn was thrusting the middle prong of her pitchfork in and out of her dripping slit. At the same time, Dawn had two fingers in her pale, freckled ass. Tina, the eight-year-old nurse, had climbed up on the gurney, and was sucking on Grace’s nipples.
In the ‘Laboratory’ Claudia was experimenting with Logan—or Logan was experimenting with her. It was hard to tell, but she was in the examination chair, and he was busily fucking her. Her long black hair, tied in two ponytails, flew wildly as she screamed in orgasm. Reginald smiled—Claudia had always been a noisy cummer. A six-year-old black girl, he couldn’t remember her name, sat on the counter watching them, idly fingering herself. She wore a pair of thong underwear, the rest of her costume gone who knows where.
The rest of the girls were downstairs. Now he understood how Claudia had gotten Logan all to herself—Mary Anne was ‘shackled’ to the wall, while three little girls took turns licking her pussy. Bebe was naked and chained to the ‘stone altar.’ Kristy was using her ‘truncheon’ to fuck her pussy, while a seven-year-old sat on her face, getting her pussy eaten. Another girl, Mr. Scott thought her name was Betsy, was trying to climb up on the altar. She looked about nine, with short black hair. She had been wearing a gymnastics leotard earlier, but it was gone. A couple of other girls were in the corner by themselves, contentedly learning the intricacies of sixty-nine.
“Hi Betsy,” Mr. Scott said, as he walked up to the little girl and reach his hand around to rub her chest. “Would you like to see a magic trick?”
She turned and smiled at him. “What kind of magic trick?”
As she turned to face him, he moved his hand to his belt and began loosening it. “You can even help me with the trick—I’m going to make something disappear.”
“Oh, Mister Scott, we will certainly miss Little Reggie! You be sure and tell him we’ll miss him.” Kristy said, on the phone. The other Baby-sitters gave concerned looks. Kristy held up a finger, indicating ‘just a minute.’ “And I want to thank you again for hosting our Halloween Party. All of us Baby-sitters and the kids had a lot of fun. I couldn’t believe how great the decorations were. Thanks again, and if Little Reggie is back in town, be sure and call us.”
The other girls stared at Kristy as she hung up the phone. “Mister Scott said that Little Reggie was going to live with his mother for a while.”
“That’s a shame,” Mary Anne said. “Little Reggie was a lot of fun to babysit for, and I really like Mister Scott.”
The other girls nodded in agreement. “Yeah, Mister Scott was a good math tutor. I always got good grades when he helped me.” Claudia said. Her hand drifted over her chest, lightly rubbing the front of her blouse.
“We’ll have to go by and visit him sometime. I always got the feeling he was a little lonely.” Dawn said, squeezing her thighs together.
At the house on Knob Hill, Reginald Scott took his wand to each room, retrieving the magical energy he had expended to transform the rooms for the Halloween Party. As he went to the basement, he couldn’t help feeling nostalgic. He had had a lot of fun with the girls down there. He would miss those times.
But he knew it was time for the next phase. The life energy he had gained from the events on All Hallow’s Eve would allow him to expand his influence. All of Stonybrook would be his. Corrupting the innocent, law-abiding citizens of that small town would be delicious, especially by using the Baby-sitters and their little charges.
He had failed before by being impatient—Strasbourg, Salem, Tanganyika, Whitehall, Stillwater, all had shown promise. But he was certain he could succeed here, and once he had Stonybrook under his control…well, anything was possible.
It was time for the Baby-sitters Club to offer some Extended Services to a select clientele.
Hope you enjoyed the Halloween Party. So what kind of services can the Baby-sitters offer? As always, I welcome comments and suggestions.
