Teen's Night of Horror (Parts 1-3)






Teen’s Night of Horror


It was a beautiful fall evening. The weather was just right for the season. It was a little nippy, but it really wasn’t cold yet. The aroma of burning leaves hung in the early evening air. A few clouds drifted past the full moon. Some of the younger trick or treaters were convinced they had seen a witch or two, or maybe a large bat, fly past the moon as well. Of course, the older kids sort of encouraged the younger kids to see those things in the clouds.

It was the perfect night for Halloween trick or treating. It would have been perfect for Susan as well. Perfect that is if she had not been drafted by her mother to baby-sit. Her mother had insisted she keep an eye on her siblings while they went Trick or Treating. Her mother had told the teen to escort the younger brother and sister around the neighborhood while they gathered their sugar loaded loot.

The beautiful sixteen-year-old girl had protested having been stuck with her siblings. Her mother simply used the ultimate weapon. “Susan, you will go with your brother and sister this evening, or you won’t be going to the costume dance at school later tonight. They will be done and back home more than early enough for you to get to the dance on time.”

Susan reluctantly agreed with her mother. “OK, Mom! I’ll take them trick or treating, but I’ll have to wear my costume too. I won’t have time to change when we get back home and still get to the school on time.”

“That will be fine. You better hurry up though. It’s getting dark, and they’re already waiting for you in the living room. They’re dressed and chomping at the bit to get going.”

“OK Mom. I'll hurry.” Susan yelled as she ran up the stairs to her bedroom. She really didn't mind taking her younger brother and sister trick-or-treating. They were good kids and they all got along well.

Susan looked forward to wearing her costume. She had made it herself. It made her look sexy and a little older than her sixteen years. She was dressed as a witch when she came back down the stairs, a very sexy witch. Her intentionally tattered, loose fitting, black dress didn’t quite reach her knees. It fluttered in the breeze as she walked in her black low-heeled shoes. As the dress waved in the air, it revealed most of her shapely pair of nicely tanned legs. The top of the dress was low cut and revealed a great deal of her ample cleavage. In spite of her mother’s protests and warnings, Susan enjoyed showing off the cleavage created by her full c-cup breasts. Her breasts had developed over the past couple of years, and Susan was very proud of them. From under her pointed black hat her long, silky, raven hair fell straight down her slender back, which was also exposed by the plunging back of her dress.

It was well after dusk when Susan came down the stairs in her witch costume. Even her little brother was impressed. “Wow, Sis! You look nice.”

“Thanks kid. Are you two ready to go?” Susan hustled her brother and sister out into the night. She smiled and thought to herself. ‘If my little brother thinks I look nice, the boys at the dance ought to go nuts.’

Their mother wasn’t worried about them being out after dark. Nothing bad ever happened around their part of town. The local neighborhood was mostly middle and upper middle class and almost no one ever did anything really out of line.

It wasn’t long until the kids had nearly filled their sacks with enough surgery treats to keep their dentist happy for months. The three siblings were headed home. On the way home they passed by an ancient three-story house that had been abandoned for as long even the parents in the area could remember. Occasionally, someone would see a light flickering in one of the windows. The light was probably the reflection of a light source that came from somewhere out in the neighborhood. Still, some swore the old mansion was haunted. No one ever dared approach it. They just scurried past as fast as they could.

However, this night was different. The old house was not dark at all. In fact, it was well lit inside and out. It was even invitingly decorated for Halloween.

“Come on Sis, just one more house.” Her brother begged.

”I don’t know about this one. It’s haunted you know.” Susan tried to frighten them out of going up to the strange house.

“Pleeeease!” Both kids begged in chorus.

“Well, OK. But this is the last one. Then we have to get home.” Susan insisted.

“Thanks Sis.” The kids yelled as they ran up the walk that led to the wide front porch of the old house. The door opened before they even got a chance to knock. A tall man dressed as a warlock stood before the startled kids.

In spite of being startled, they bravely yelled. “TRICK OR TREAT!”

Susan walked up on the porch just as the warlock handed a very large candy bar to each of the kids. He openly ogled the teen’s shapely body and appeared to be sniffing the air around her. He stared at Susan’s tits long enough to make the teen uncomfortable. Then he stared deeply into her eyes.

She was transfixed by his stare. His eyes were extremely dark. They were so dark they appeared black. Susan was unable to break the stare.

Licking his lips as though tasting something delicious, he finally broke his stare. “My, my! What a beautiful young witch you are. Would you like a candy bar too?”

“Uh, no, no thank you, Sir. I, I, I’m watching my weight.” Susan stammered as she snapped back to reality and replied.

The warlock reached out and gently took both of Susan’s hands in his. As he gently squeezed her hands, he stared into her eyes again. Susan was again frozen by the stare of this strange older man. He appeared to be at least thirty-five-years-old, maybe even forty. That was ancient to Susan. He must be at least as old as her mom and dad. His stare was stirring something strange deep within the teen.

“Well then, perhaps you would like to come to a little party we’re having tonight? You can stop by any time before midnight. I’m sure my other guests would love to meet and get to know you.”

Susan regained her senses again and noticed her brother and sister had told the warlock “Thank you” and left the old house’s porch. They were walking toward the sidewalk. Unsure of herself, Susan answered with a quiver in her voice. “Sir, I have a prior commitment, but I might be able to stop by later tonight, if that’s alright.”

“Please do. I would really like to show you to my guests.” He smiled and squeezed Susan’s hands once more. Then, before releasing his grip on the teen, he bent at the waste and kissed her left hand. He then stepped back and closed his door.

Susan and her brother and sister hurriedly walked home without speaking. Immediately after getting her siblings safely in the house, Susan yelled to her mom. “We’re home. I’m going to the dance now.”

“OK! Have fun and don’t stay out too late.” Her mother called out from the kitchen.

As the teen walked the short three blocks to school, something kept popping into her mind. Those eyes! Those black eyes! She couldn’t get the warlock’s eyes out of her mind. It was as if they were still staring at her. With every step she took, the same strange feelings she had felt earlier grew stronger within her. Her hand was tingling where the stranger had kissed it. She somehow felt pulled to go to the warlock’s party.

Susan was at the school’s doorway when she changed her mind. She decided to go to the warlock’s party instead of the dance. She turned and practically ran to the ancient house.

As she stepped on the porch, the door slowly opened. She briefly hesitated at the threshold. She could see several people inside. Then she saw him. The warlock that had invited her to the party stood in the middle of his guests. He turned and faced Susan. He beckoned with his hands for her to come in.

Susan had an urge to run away as fast as she could, but she ignored it.

In her mind, the warlock spoke to her. ‘Come in my beautiful young witch. Come and join with us! We’ve been expecting you. My guests would like to meet you, and I am looking forward to having you as well.’

As if drawn by some unknown force, Susan stepped over the threshold. An unseen hand closed the door behind her. She entered the main room where a roaring fire was burning in the fireplace. The small group of guest already there greeted her like an old friend.

The warlock greeted and introduced her. “Welcome to our group, my young witch. Tonight, you will become one with us. We don’t use formal names here tonight. We may use first names if need be. Tonight, we are as we appear. You are, of course, the witch. As you can see, I am a warlock. Sort of a match, don’t you agree? That lovely creature on the couch is a vampiress. Next to her is her mate and master. We call him Count. The figure lurking in the corner is a…. Well, we’re not really sure what he is. He says he’s a werewolf, but he has promised not to kill and eat anyone tonight. As you see, you are the only witch here. We really needed you to round out our little group.”

About then the butler, who looked strangely like the character Igor from an old black and white movie, brought her a drink in a silver goblet. The drink was a dark red wine.

Without thinking Susan took a big gulp. It tasted delicious to her and was surprising easy to swallow. Though she was unaccustomed to the taste and affects of alcohol, Susan figured she needed a little help relaxing. After all, this was her first adult party.

When her drink was gone, her host offered to show her around the old house. He told her the property and house had been in his family for well over two hundred years. The furnishings seemed to be a very old style but were in pristine condition. The crystal and silver shone brightly. Everything looked as though it had been there since the house was first built. Throughout the house, candles set in wall sconces provided lighting. It all looked as it had when it was new. Except for the style, nothing appeared to have aged at all.

When Susan and the warlock returned to the main room and the rest of the guests, the butler brought her another drink. This time it tasted just a little bitter. She drank it down anyway as she chatted with her new friends. She soon began to feel a little weak. She could still stand, walk, and talk, but she seemed to have lost her sense of self. She felt as though she was nothing more than an observer of the actions around her, including her own.

Looking to her host, she groggily spoke. “Sir, I feel funny. I never drink wine, and it’s seems to be going to my head. I think I should probably go home now.”

“Nonsense my young witch! The party is just getting started. What you are feeling is the effect of the potion you just drank. You will remain fully awake and aware of everything that’s happening around and to you. You will be able to speak as well. However, you will have no will to or way of resisting my commands. Come with me, my witch. I have another room I wish to show you.”

The warlock took Susan by her arm and led the defenseless teen down into the old home’s basement. The other guests follow close behind. He directed her into a large room. “This is our special induction chamber.”

The induction chamber appeared to be a small theater with walls of stone. Lit torches on the walls illuminated the room. There were several chairs facing a small raised stage. Several more guests were already seated in the room when Susan entered. On the stage was a long stone table set so the long side faced the audience. Her host gestured toward the table. “This is our altar upon which you will be initiated into our group.”

The stone table bore many dark stains. Susan could only fearfully guess what had made the stains. In her mind, she feared her blood was about to add to the stains.

Susan had absolutely no willful control over her body at all. She complied without a word of protest when the warlock gave her a command. He told her to remove her shoes and stand before the gathered attendees. She immediately kicked her shoes off.

She was then slowly escorted by the two vampires up onto the stage and led to stand next to the table.

The warlock followed Susan and her escorts onto the stage and spoke to the frightened teen. “You will now become part of our group. But to do that, you must be nude.” She gasped and a single tear rolled down her cheek. The warlock, with one swift jerk, violently ripped her dress away from her body.

Susan stood before the group of strangers clad only in her lacy black bra and matching panties. Her c-cup breasts were spilling over the top of the bra as she had intended. The problem was she had intended to impress some of the teenaged boys at the school dance, not some older strangers. “Please Sir, why are you doing this? I have done nothing wrong. And why are you all costumed as if you came from an old movie?”

As the group admired the nearly nude teen, her host spoke to his guests. “I was right! This beautiful young witch will make a delightful addition to our family.”

He turned and spoke to Susan. “My witch, as I told you earlier, we are as we appear.” The others quickly agreed.

Susan’s fear grew as she heard the warlock’s command in her mind. ‘Remove your bra and panties! We wish to see all of you.’

Even though she had never been with a boy, Susan knew then what they were going to do to her. With tears flowing, the frightened teen did as she had been silently instructed. She didn’t understand the strange power the warlock had over her, but she knew she had to obey. As she dropped her bra to the floor her firm young breasts stood out proudly from her chest. Their size accentuated by her slender build. Her nipples started to harden. She then pushed her panties down her legs and stepped out of them. With tears flowing from her eyes, she stood completely nude in front of this group of strangers. Her black pubic bush matched the raven hair on her head.

Susan begged her host to not do to her what she feared he intended doing. “Please Sir, don’t do this. I’m a good girl. I’ve never even seen a boy’s body. I don’t do this kind of thing. Please Sir, let me go. I won’t say anything to anyone. I promise.”

“Of course you will, but it won’t matter. Get on our altar. Put your arms over your head. Spread your legs. We wish to inspect our newest member.” The warlock demanded.

As her tears continued to flow, Susan obeyed without delay. As the warlock had instructed, she vulgarly spread herself on the stone table her host had called an altar.

He then called the group to surround and inspect their new member. Their hands freely roamed her smooth young body. She felt them fondling her breasts and pinching her nipples. Her nipples grew even harder and stood proudly out from her firm tits. Her virgin pussy was gently fingered until her own body betrayed her. Her pussy was soon soaking wet with her lubricating juices. With the permission of the host, the vampires licked, sucked, and nipped at her tits and the erect nipples topping them. The two vampires continued to ravish the teen’s tits and nipples until she was moaning with the desire rising in her core.

In the mean time, the werewolf had placed his fury head between her splayed legs and was frantically lapping at her widely spread pussy. Her lubricating juices were flowing almost as freely as her tears. She could feel the creature between her legs driving his tongue as deeply into her tight pussy as he could. He was trying to lap up as much of her juices as possible. As she lay on the altar, Susan was soon writhing with sexual arousal. She could not resist the erotic attentions she was receiving.

“Now Master?” The Count asked the warlock.

The warlock nodded his approval.

Susan gasped in pain when she felt a sting on each breast. The vampires had bitten her. They had left two small punctures on the upper inside curve of each breast.

“Enough!” The warlock ordered, and Susan’s body was immediately left unmolested. He then stepped up beside Susan and slowly removed his clothing. His chest and arms were well muscled but very pale. The teen giggled when her tormentor lowered his pants. His cock appeared to be no more than an inch or two of shriveled meat. Then, as she stared at it, the warlock’s cock began to grow. It grew and grew until he sported a huge cock. Though she had never seen a real cock, this one rivaled any she had ever looked at on internet porn sites. It had grown to nearly nine inches long and as thick as a softball bat. Its head was huge, purple in color, and was continuously dripping precum.

Susan couldn’t take her eyes off the warlock’s massive weapon, a weapon she knew he intended to use on her. “Oh please, Sir. Don’t hurt me. I really am a good girl. I’ve never done anything like this. I’m a virgin. I’ll never be able to take that thing. You’ll rip me apart. Please….”

“Silence!” The warlock demanded.

Susan obeyed instantly. Her tears continued flowing down her cheeks.

“My young witch, you are about to become mine. The act we are about to perform on our altar will seal you to me as my mate for all eternity. I not only intend to shove this cock into that sweet pussy of yours, but I intend to impregnate you. I can tell by the look of your body and the smell coming from your cunt that you are ready to be fucked, and your womb is ripe for breeding. You will be soon produce a son for me.”

The warlock then stepped between Susan’s widely spread legs. He grabbed her legs behind her knees and roughly pulled her down the altar until her ass was just barely on the stone tabletop. Holding one of her legs under each of his arms, the warlock placed his cock’s large head at the small opening to her vulnerable pussy. With some effort, the warlock pushed his cock’s head into the teen’s tight hole. Her pussy lips painfully spread to accept the invader.

“Oh please Sir, it hurts! Take it out! Don’t do this to me. Please take it out.” Susan vainly pleaded with the warlock.

With a quick but short shove, the invading cock’s head was pressed against the proof of Susan’s chastity. She cried out from the pain of having her pussy’s lips so suddenly pried open. Her hymen had but a few seconds left to guard her inner treasures.

She cried but knew there was no stopping the warlock. He was going to steal her virginity no matter how much she begged.

Tightening his grip on her legs, the warlock violently thrust forward. He buried the full nine-inch length of his cock deep into Susan’s painful devirginated cunt.

Susan’s virginity had suddenly been swept away, and the warlock’s cock had rammed painfully into her cervix. The teen’s scream echoed off the stone walls of the induction chamber. The searing pain from her violated pussy burned into her mind and soul. The pain began the instant the warlock’s cock had swept her cherry away. A split second later, she felt him violently ram into her cervix. Her sex had been brutally forced open by the warlock’s massive cock.

Dropping her legs, the warlock painfully squeezed both of Susan’s tits. He then pulled his cock from her body. His cock was dripping with her cherry’s blood. Blood was also oozing from her devirginated cunt.

The vampiress immediately fell to her knees and begged the warlock to allow her to clean his bloody cock. She was granted permission. Her mate was granted permission to clean Susan’s bloody cunt. Both vampires did an enthusiastically good job of cleaning the blood from the organs offered to them.

When the vampires were finished cleaning Susan’s virgin blood, the warlock returned to his position between Susan’s still widely spread legs. Holding her legs under his arms again, with little warning, he shoved his cock back into Susan’s painful pussy. As he slowly and deeply stroked in and out of her tight hole, the warlock spoke to Susan. “You are my mate now and for eternity. You will call me Master. The bites on your tits have bound you to me and to our group forever.”

He increased the speed and depth of his strokes until he was ramming into her cervix with each thrust. Then, just as the antique clock began striking midnight, with a loud roar, the warlock drove his massive cock’s head past her cervix and into his witch’s womb. He instantly began pumping a huge load of cum into the ripe teen’s baby chamber.

As his climax subsided, the warlock almost gently patted and stroked Susan’s bare belly lying before him. As the last of his cum dribble into her womb, he softly spoke to his new mate. “This will soon be swelling as my son grows inside your body.”

Pinching her hard nipples, the warlock mocked the poor girl. “These you will only use to feed my son. No other male, other than my son and myself, may touch them. Your tits belong to my son and I alone. After you give birth to my son, when I call, you will bring him to me.”

“How will I know when you call?” Susan weakly asked.

“You will hear my call in your mind and soul. Also, until I call, you will find other young girls for us mate and play with. We prefer they be virgins like you.”

“Do you understand?”

Softly, Susan replied. “Yes Master.”

Then, as the antique clock in the corner struck the last chime of twelve midnight, the warlock leaned forward and gently kissed his mate’s lips. Susan’s world went black.

The next morning, Susan awoke in the own bed. As the fog of sleep lifted, she thought to herself. ‘Wow! What a nightmare.’

She dismissed her memories of the previous night as just another bad dream. She began to roll out of bed when reality came crashing in on her. “Damn, I’m sore all over. That must have been one hell of a dance.”

Then she flipped the blankets off her body. The first thing she saw were the two pairs of small scabbed over puncture wounds on her tits. Her legs and abdomen were badly bruised. But most disturbing to the teen, her pussy was extremely tender. To her horror, her tender hole was still oozing blood and cum.

Susan’s scream brought her mother running into her bedroom. Her mother screamed too when she saw her chaste daughter’s body. “What the hell happened to you? Look at yourself. Who the hell did this to you, baby?”

“I don’t know Mom. They were wearing costumes. I was drugged and raped.”

“Well get up! We’re going to the hospital. I’m calling the Police.”

Susan gingerly got out of bed and dressed. Her mother then rushed her to the nearest hospital. The lead detective from the local Police Sex Crimes Unit met them at the hospital’s emergency room.

Like other rape victims, Susan was treated to a very thorough and humiliating examination. She was poked and prodded in places far too tender for such treatment. The hospital staff documented with a written record her bruises inside and out. Pictures were taken of her visible injuries. Samples were taken for DNA analysis. The Emergency Room staff was stumped by the pair of small puncture wounds they found on each of her breasts.

Shortly after the exam, the detective was given the hospital’s preliminary report that confirmed she had been violently raped.

The detective then interviewed Susan. The only part of her story he was skeptical about was the location. No activity had been noted at that old house in many years. Only after independently interviewing Susan’s brother and sister did he ask for and get a search warrant for the old house Susan claimed to have been the scene of her rape.

The police search of the abandoned house confirmed the detective’s initial opinion. Every surface in the place was heavily covered in dust and cobwebs. The fireplace appeared to have not been used in years. Even though he found the stone table just as Susan had described, it too was far too dusty to have had any bodies, naked or otherwise, on it in the recent past. He concluded Susan’s rape must have occurred at some other location. The detective also concluded that Susan had been given a date-rape drug, taken to some unknown location, and cruelly raped by person or persons unknown.

Susan had no choice but to try to put the attack behind her. She returned to school where all her friends were very supportive. Her grades continued to be good. It wasn’t long before her bruises had healed and the pain in her violated pussy subsided. The wounds to her breasts had become nothing but tiny scars that were barely visible. All was getting back to normal in Susan’s teenaged world.

Then, about a month after her attack, shortly after Thanksgiving, the reality of it all came crashing back in on the frightened girl. The teen was forced to relive her night of horror. She could almost taste the fear of her future.

Susan had missed her period.



Teen’s Night of Horror: The Return


It was a warm April day. Susan was celebrating her seventeenth birthday. The attack she had endured last Halloween was still fresh in her mind. In spite of it, Susan was trying hard to live her life like a normal teenaged girl, even if she was a teenaged girl who was six months pregnant.

There had been one serious reminder of whose baby she was carrying. She wasn’t showing much and the boys still thought she would be a cute girlfriend. At a New Years party thrown by one of the neighbors, a boy tried to cuddle with Susan. When she allowed him to fondle one of her breasts through her blouse, she felt a terrible stabbing pain in that breast. Susan then remembered the Warlock’s words.

After he had cum deep inside her womb, the Warlock pinched both of her nipples hard. He then spoke these words to her. “These you will only use to feed my son. No male, other than my son and myself, may touch them.”

Susan’s cries from the pain in her breast frightened the boy away. The word quickly spread throughout the school that Susan was a little freaky and should not to be messed with. The boys all stayed away from her, but Susan developed some strong friendships with many of the girls in her class. She was always mindful of the Warlock’s request for more virgin girls with which the group could play.

As the spring passed and summer brought warm days Susan’s belly grew exceptionally large. When her pregnancy came to full term in July, she delivered a healthy eight and a half pound boy. It was a surprisingly easy birth. Especially since she had such a large baby. Just as a nurse filling our forms asked what she wanted to name her son the name Damon popped into her mind. She didn’t know why that name had come to her, but she liked it. So her son was named Damon.

Over then next few months, Damon sucked ravenously at her engorged tits. He grew rapidly, and as Halloween approached, he weighed in at over twenty pounds.

About a week before Halloween, she was startled out of her sleep. Her Master’s voice was calling her. Susan had been expecting the call.

“Susan, Susan my witch. Wake up! It’s almost time. Gather your virgins and bring them to us on the appointed night. Tell them you are inviting them to a special costume party. They will come. Bring my son. Be at the house at eight on Halloween night.”

“Yes, Master.” Susan answered without question. She had long since resigned herself to life as the Warlock’s mate. She fully expected to be bred by him again.

Earlier in the school year, Susan had become friends with three girls who had just moved into the area. Or, more accurately, they had befriended Susan. They had recently transferred from another district into her class at school. For some reason they had found it fascinating that Susan not only had recently given birth to a baby, but also had been impregnated against her will during an attack. They had asked Susan to describe in detail how she had been attacked. It didn’t frighten them in the least when Susan described her attacker and father of her son and his companions.

When Susan brought her new friends home to meet her son, they had all insisted on holding Damon. The girls took turns holding Susan’s baby. Each of the seventeen-year-old girls seemed to go into some sort of trance while holding Damon. They seemed to freeze when staring into the boy’s black eyes.

Susan took the opportunity to ask a blunt question. “Since you girls know how I became pregnant with Damon, I want to ask you all something. Have any of you been with a boy? Have you had sex?”

While still fawning over Damon, without hesitation they all shook their heads no. As Susan looked at each girl, they all added that they hadn’t even seen a real live penis.

Susan had her virgins for the Warlock.

When Susan called to invite the three girls to a costume party, all three eagerly agreed to go. Andrea was tall and slender blonde with a nice set of C cup breasts. She said she would go dressed as Cleopatra. Carrie, was a little shorter than Andrea and somewhat heavier. She had cute round face framed by short dark hair, said she would be Joan of Ark. Finally there was Tina. She was the shortest and slimmest of all the girls. She had long red hair, green eyes, and A to B cup tits. She agreed to go as Tinker Bell.

At school, the four girls all chattered excitedly about the costume party. They were eager to meet Damon’s father. Susan tried to warn them of the possibility they could be harmed, but they would hear nothing of it. They were adamant they would go to the party, have a good time, and come home safely.

The day before the party, another of Susan’s classmates asked if she could go to the party too. Lauren practically begged Susan to include her. Though Lauren was sweet, she was not the prettiest girl in school. She was short and quite a bit over weight with dirty blonde hair. Her extra pounds had blessed her with a huge set of tits that bounced as she walked even when held up by a bra.

Susan liked Lauren and really didn’t want to include her in the Warlock’s party.

“Please Susan. You know I never get invited to anything. Please let me come to the party.” Lauren begged.

In an effort to discourage her friend, Susan bluntly asked. “Lauren, are you a virgin? They only want me to bring virgins to this party.”

Still insistent, Lauren answered. “Yes! I’m a virgin. If you tell me I may lose my virginity at the party, that’s all right. Susan, look at me. I have never even been asked out on a date. Boys don’t seem to like me. I’d be happy to give my cherry to some man or boy who wants me. Please let me go with you and the other girls. Something tells me I really need to go to this party. Please!”

Susan relented. If Lauren wanted to take the chance on suffering what had happened to her, that’s her choice. “OK Lauren. You can go. What will you be wearing?”

Lauren was practically bouncing in her excitement. Her tits bounced with her. She hugged her friend and said. “Thank you, Susan! Thank you! I’ll come as a short, fat, Little Red Riding Hood. Thank you again. I’ll see you tomorrow night.”

At about seven thirty Halloween night, the girls gathered at Susan’s house. They all looked so cute in their costumes. Even Lauren got compliments from the other girls for her Little Red Riding Hood costume.

Susan was of course again dressed as a witch. Last year she had looked sexy in her witch’s dress. This year she looked a little sluty. Her tits, swollen from breast-feeding Damon, were barely held in by her bra and the top of the dress. She had cut the dress even shorter than it had been and, if she bent over, her ass would be exposed. She knew what to expect and almost looked forward to it.

She had dressed Damon as an imp, a mischievous sprite.

The girls left for the short walk to the party with ample time to spare. A number of boys whistled and yelled at the girls as they walked. Unlike the other girls, Lauren enjoyed the crude comments from the teen boys.

They arrived at the old house right on time. It was again brightly lit from within. The door swung open as the girls stepped onto the porch. Susan, followed by the others, walked in.

Each girl was greeted by the Warlock. He took them each by the hand and gazed deeply into their eyes. Like Susan had been the previous year, they were transfixed by his stare. Without formal introductions, the Warlock kissed each girls hand and spoke directly to their minds without words.

‘Miss Cleopatra, how lovely you are. I am sure Marc Anthony will be happy to see you again.’

Andrea stared at him wondering how he had spoken to her without speaking.

‘Joan of Arc, we are happy to see you too. You will be the guest of honor at our barbeque later this evening.’

Carrie grinned broadly at the thought that these adults would treat her as their guest of honor. However, she too didn’t understand how she had heard the Warlock speak to her.

‘Tinker Bell, I don’t believe we’ve met. However, I assure you this evening will be thrilling for such a delightful young sprite.’

‘Last but not least I see we have Little Red Riding Hood. You are certainly a tasty looking morsel. I think we have a guest who will find you irresistible and just to his taste.’

Lauren was beside herself to think there was someone who would really like her. “Who is it, Sir, who do you think will want me.”

‘Patience Red, patience. You must first be prepared.’

‘And now my beautiful witch. My eternal mate, I believe you are holding something for me.’

“Yes Master. I have your son, Damon. I hope you are well pleased with him. He is growing big and strong at my breasts. As you demanded, no other male has touched me except one, and that brief caress caused me such pain that I never want another male to come close to me except you and your son, my Master.”

The Warlock reached out and took Damon from Susan. He then held the boy over his head and presented his son to the assembled guests. They all loudly applauded. Damon cooed and smiled at his father.

Igor then presented the girls, including Susan with goblets of red wine. As they sipped their wine, the Warlock introduced the girls to the other guests present. Wolfy was first. When he was introduced to Lauren, AKA Little Red Riding Hood, he bowed deeply and kissed her hand. He couldn’t resist the urge to take a wide lick of the back of her hand.

Lauren giggled. “Oh my, Sir. Were you kissing my hand or tasting it?

“Maybe both my delicious pet. We shall see what comes of it later.” Wolfy replied.

Again Lauren giggled.

Tina as Tinker Bell was introduced next. The Count and his Vampiress licked their lips at the sight of the petite young thing with artificial wings on her back. As they each kissed one of Tinker’s cheeks, the teen felt a shiver run up her spine.

The Count smiled and spoke to her. “Who knows? You may have the gift of flight before this night is over.”

Tina laughed out loud. “Really fly? That’s not possible! Is it?”

“You never know what is possible here tonight, my dear.” The Warlock interjected.

The girls had finished their goblets of wine just as Igor brought a second goblet. This wine was not as sweet as the first, but they all quickly drank it down. The expected effects were becoming evident. The girls would soon obey every command the Warlock or his guests gave them.

They soon got the idea that they were to be more than guests at the Warlock’s party. They were to be the entertainment. Though their tears flowed freely, none of them hesitated when he ordered them to remove their clothing. All the girls had smoothly shaved pussies, except Carrie. She still had her full bush and hair under her arms. The other guests applauded appreciatively. The girls managed a weak smile.

They were instructed to mingled for a while to be sure the potion they had drunk was fully in effect. Carrie was then introduced to a man in a white apron and chef’s hat. Without permission or warning he reached out and felt Carrie’s body as if inspecting it. She didn’t resist his prodding. He firmly fondled her tits, poked his fingers into her soft belly, squeezed both cheeks of her ass, and finally pushed her knees apart and shoved his finger up into her pussy. He stopped abruptly when he felt her hymen was still in tack. “Master, may I prepare this tender morsel in my usual manner? The bush will have to go as well the obstruction to my basting syringe.”

“You may. Be certain she is well prepared before our guest see her again.”

“Of course, Master. Come with me Joan of Arc. Your chance of a lifetime has come.” The Chef laughed as he led Carrie off to the rear of the huge house where the kitchen was located.

Once in his domain, the Chef effortlessly lifted the plump girl onto his solid butcher-block table. He curtly told said to her. “Joan of Arc, raise your arms and spread you legs wide. I will be shaving all the hair from your body.”

“Yes Sir.” Carrie smiled and eagerly cooperated. She knew she was being prepared to give her virginity to someone that night.

In the mean time, Lauren joined Wolfy near the fireplace. Almost instinctively she knew what he wanted and she liked the idea.

Wolfy began by pulling the teen close and passionately kissing her. He then began licking his way down to Lauren’s large tits. She cooed and stroked the hair on his head. She was reveling in the sexual attention she had never had until that moment. His tongue licked rapidly at her hardening nipples. When he nipped at her left nipple she cooed and caressed his ears.

Lauren found Wolfy’s ears had grown considerably longer. The hair on his head seemed to have become coarse and covered his back. Lauren didn’t quite know what to make of the changes to Wolfy, but she didn’t care. This man was giving her body thrills she had never felt before.

Wolfy then dropped to his knees and pushed his elongating snout between Lauren’s quivering legs. She spread them widely and used his narrowed shoulders to support her knees. His tongue darted out and into her hot sex. He lapped her juices as rapidly as she produced them, and she produced a lot of pussy juice.

Lauren looked down and gasped. Where Wolfy had been between her legs there was now a dog. No! It was not a dog. It was a wolf, a werewolf. She was frightened, but not so frightened as to push him, or it, away from her dripping hole. Her heightened sexual drive urged her to let Wolfy have his way. Though tears were flowing down her cheeks, she wanted him to satisfy her need. She leaned against the wall and spread her legs even wider. She moaned in pleasure. “Oh God, Wolfy, lick my pussy.”

Some how she understood his message when he growled at her. She slowly dropped to her hands and knees. She spread her knees wide apart and offered Wolfy her dripping pussy. He again began lapping up her juices. She did not care that Susan, Tina, Andrea, and all the other guests were cheerfully watching her pussy being eaten out by a werewolf. All she cared about was the werewolf’s tongue probing her pussy. It was reaching to her hymen and driving her insane with lust. She was getting hornier by the second.

In a flash, Wolfy leapt up and mounted the horny teen. By looking between her legs Lauren could see his cock. It was bright red, slender, and about ten inches long. As Wolfy humped at her sex he seemed to be having trouble finding her tight hole. Lauren sighed, reached between her legs, and guided his hot cock to her waiting pussy. “There you go, Wolfy. Fuck me with that long wolf cock of yours.”

Wolfy obliged. He humped her rapidly. His second thrust hit her hymen. The next one drove through her cherry and powered its way to her cervix.

“IEEEEEEEEEEE!” Lauren cried out in pain as her virginal pussy was ripped open.

The beast buried himself in Lauren’s devirginated hole. He hammered into her relentlessly. She soon began feeling something large trying to enter her pussy. With a mighty thrust, Wolfy drove his knot into Lauren’s stretched cunt. At the same time, the tip of his cock rammed past her cervix and into her womb.

They were locked together. Instinctively, Wolfy turned so he and his bitch were ass to ass while his hot cum flooded into her womb. He howled in celebration of his conquest.

Lauren quivered through several orgasms as her womb was filled with hot wolf cum. She was pleased to have had a male want her this much. Even if that male was a werewolf.

In the mean time, Tina, as Tinker Bell, was being fondled by both the Count and his vampiress. They were not as interested in her virginity as her spirit. However, the Count did want to take her cherry. With his mate helping, the Count laid Tina on the nearby dining table. Her legs were splayed widely apart.

She then saw the Count’s cock. It was massive. It was at least eight inches long and several inches around. With tears flowing from her eyes, she asked. “Why are you doing it like this. I know I can’t stop you, but won’t you please help me get ready like Wolfy prepared Lauren. Please, you’ll tear me apart if you take me before I’m wet.”

As the Count lined his cock up with Tina’s tight virgin hole he spoke to her. “I know my dear Tinker Bell. My mate and I want your virgin blood. A petite thing like you with a dry pussy should produce lots of virgin blood. The more blood you give us, the better. So, you get fucked as you are.”

The count then slammed he huge cock deep into Tina’s virgin pussy. Her hymen was instantly shredded and the invading cock’s head was driven into her cervix.

Tina’s scream reverberated throughout the lower floor of the huge house. Only Andrea wept for her friend’s lost cherry and pain. Even Susan got a bit of pleasure seeing Tina speared by the Count’s cock.

The Count immediately pulled his cock out of Tina’s divirginated cunt. He bent over and began feeding from the steady flow of blood from the teen’s roughly fucked hole. His mate fell to her knees and sucked Tina’s blood from the Count’s cock. When she had his cock clean, she joined her mate feeding from the blood flowing from Tina’s cunt.

At about the same time, as the Count speared Tina, the Chef had finished shaving Carrie. She was bald from head to toe. “Now just one more thing to do before I begin preparing you. That pussy must be opened for my baster to get where it needs to be.”

“Please Sir, don’t do this to me.” Carrie begged. “I’ll do anything you want me to. Just don’t take my virginity like I’m just a piece of meat.”

The Chef laughed at his entree. “Too late to beg now, Joan of Arc. You are a piece of meat. Your fate was sealed when you walked into this house.” He then dropped his pants and brought his cock into Carrie’s view. The Chef’s cock was not very long. It appeared to Carrie to be no more that five and a half to six inches long. However, it was extremely thick. She judged it to be nearly as big and a softball bat’s main body.

Her eyes widened but she said nothing more. Her virgin hole was already wet with her lubricating juices. The shaving had gotten her pussy excited and ready for sex.

Without any further preparations, the Chef shoved his cock deep into Carrie’s virgin hole. She screamed so loud she was heard in the main room.

“It seems the Chef is preparing Joan of Arc. He has a really fat dick and really stretches a pussy.” The Warlock laughed.

His guest all laughed as well.

The Chef then rapidly fucked his Joan of Arc. As he poured his cum into the depths of her pussy, the Chef smiled and said. “That should add a nice touch to you for dinner.”

He then proceeded to rub her body with a special oil mixed with many exotic herbs and spices. “This will give you a nice over all golden glow when you’re ready. He then took a huge basting syringe and filled it with the oil and spice mixture. The baster was about a foot long and two inches across. It had a thin four-inch long metal tip on its leading end and a plunger on the other end. Slowly and carefully he inserted his baster into the teen’s pussy until it rested against her cervix. Over the years, he had developed a talent for being able to perfectly align the tip of his baster with the small opening in a girl’s cervix. He made a couple of jabs with it to test its location. When he was satisfied he had it perfectly aligned with her cervix, the Chef shoved it past her cervix in into her womb.

Carrie gasped as the baster entered her womb. Then she felt its contents being pumped into her womb until the mixture had filled her baby chamber and was flowing out of her pussy’s lips. The Chef then pulled the baster out of Carrie and jammed a wooden plug into her pussy to keep the mixture inside her.

He then rolled Jon of Arc onto her belly and repeated the process with the syringe up her ass. When her asshole was filled with the basting mixture, he inserted a wooden plug into ass as well.

He then used twine to keep both plugs in place. Her hands were then secured with heavy cord at her wrists. A long round steal pole was then shoved under her wrists and between her large tits.

Finally Carrie realized she wasn’t going to a barbecue, she was going to be the barbecue. “Oh please Sir, don’t do this. Let me go and you won’t ever see me again.” She begged.

The Chef ignored her please. The pole was placed beside her head. Her legs were then twisted around the pole and secured to it as if she were pulling a lover to her pussy. Her knees were shoved up toward her chest and secured with cord. The Chef carefully secured Joan of Arc’s body to the pole with many wraps of the cord. The final step was to shove an apple into her mouth.

“Remember Carrie, you are the one who decided to come as Joan of Arc. You knew what her fate was. Now let’s get started roasting dinner.”

Carrie continued to shake her head no as the Chef used the pulley system that was overhead in the kitchen to raise her off the preparation table. With the assistance of a couple of kitchen helpers, Joan of Arc was transported to a fire pit that was glowing with hot coals. She was suspended horizontally above the pit. The pole she was tied to was secured on both ends and attached to a motor. The motor drove the pole and slowly turned the teen over the hot coals. “The secret to a good barbecue is to cook it slowly. I am sure you will make a very tender meal. You should be ready for dinner in an hour or so. Don’t go anywhere Joan.” The Chef then swatted her ass as it slowly turned past him. Carrie’s ass was already beginning to turn red as if she had gotten too much sun. The Chef then left Joan of Arc’s roasting to the kitchen assistants. “Be sure to keep her well basted. Otherwise, her skin will split and make an ugly roast.” He instructed them. He then returned to the main room and announced the time until dinner.

Cleopatra asked. “Where is Joan of Arc?”

With an evil grin the Chef answered her question. “Joan of Arc has been held up a little while. She’ll be ready for dinner soon enough.”

The girls all assumed Carrie was getting well fucked by the kitchen staff.

By then the Count and his mate had Tinker Bell’s bloody cunt well cleaned. Before leaving her to rest, they each sank their teeth into a tit and sucked more of her blood.

“That’s enough for now. We want all of our guests to enjoy the barbecue, including Tinker Bell.” The Warlock said.

The teen was staggered from the loss of blood, but was able to walk with her attackers back to the couch.

Finally, the Warlock called Cleopatra. “My dear Cleopatra, I hope you haven’t felt left out. There is someone here who is anxious to see you. May I reintroduce you to Marc Anthony? He has been waiting a long time to see you again.”

Then from a dark corner of the room, a Roman warrior approached Cleopatra. He was not just a Roman warrior, but he was the commander of all the Roman Legions. He was wearing his full battle armor. Andrea did not recognize Marc Anthony. However, she knew from her history classes that he and Cleopatra had been lovers in ancient Egypt. Cleopatra had also been the lover of Julius Caesar, but it was Marc Anthony that had won the heart of the Egyptian queen. She had merely used her sex and beauty to secure Caesar’s favors.

Instinctively, Andrea knew this Roman was going to take her virginity. She thought to herself. ‘Well, if I have to lose my cherry, this man is a good choice. He is very handsome and looks so strong.’

Marc Anthony approached Cleopatra, bowed deeply, and greeted her. “My Queen. It has been far to long since I have enjoyed the vision of your beauty.”

“Oh my! You certainly are a charmer.” Cleopatra smiled at her lover and extended her hand to him.

Marc Anthony took her hand and kissed it. “My Queen, I have waited an eternity to be with you again. Must you continue to torture me with your beauty? I would have you now!”

Without another word, Marc Anthony took Cleopatra into his arms and kissed her passionately. Andrea as Cleopatra eagerly returned the kiss.

Anthony then abruptly lifted Cleopatra and carried her to the large dinning table in the center of the main room. It was the same table on which Tinker Bell had surrendered her virgin blood to the Count and his mate.

As all the assembled guests, except Carrie of course, watched, Anthony turn Cleopatra to face the table and bend her over it. With some force, Anthony kicked the teen’s legs widely apart. Her virgin ass and pussy displayed to the crowd, but she didn’t mind. She knew she had to obey this man. She heard the clatter as Marc Anthony shed his armor.

When she looked back over her shoulder, she gasped at what she saw. Her Roman lover sported a huge nine-inch cock that was as big around as her forearm. “Oh my God! You’re huge! That thing will never fit in me. Please Sir, at least see that I am well prepared before you use that weapon on me.”

Anthony laughed. “I promise you it will fit. You may prepare yourself any way you wish. I have waited eons for this, and the time of my relief is at hand.”

Marc Anthony then stepped between Cleopatra’s spread legs and lined his cock up with her untried hole. With a quick and powerful thrust forward, his cock’s head forced the virgin’s labia apart.

She cried out at the pain of having her tender pussy so suddenly pried open. “Oh! God! It’s too big. Take it out. Please take it out. Please get me ready first. Then you can have my cherry.” Andrea cried out. She sobbed and her tears flowed freely making a puddle beneath her face on the table.

With a sadistic grin, Anthony patted Cleopatra’s upturned ass. “Of course my Queen. I’ll take it out. I’ll take it out as soon as you’ve been well fucked!” The Roman commander then grabbed both of Cleopatra’s hips and rammed his cock deep into her cunt. He barely felt it as his cock ripped through the teen’s virginity.

“Ieeeeeeeeeee!” Andrea screamed. “Please, no more! I can’t take any more.” She begged.

Almost gently, Anthony patted Cleopatra’s ass again. Of course you can my Queen. You’ll take it until I fill that hole with my seed.” Using her hips for hand holds he proceeded to pound in and out of her tight and bleeding cunt. He rammed into her cervix with every thrust. After what seemed like an eternity to Andrea, Anthony slammed his cock deep into her cunt, rammed into her womb, and filled her with hot cum.

By then Andrea was not fully conscious. She moaned as she drifted in and out of reality. She could feel her pussy being filled with hot cum and somehow knew her ordeal was almost over.

Anthony slowly pulled his blood and cum coated cock from Cleopatra’s bleeding pussy. He then addressed his host. “Master, with your permission, I would offer my blood coated cock and this bloody hole to the Count and his mate.”

The Warlock nodded his ascent.

The Count and his mate quickly accepted Marc Anthony’s gift. They soon had both Anthony’s cock and Cleopatra’s pussy clean.

Igor served another round of wine while the Chef disappeared into his kitchen. He returned a few minutes later and announced. “Dinner is served.”

Then four of the kitchen assistants entered the dinning hall carrying a very large platter on their shoulders. All except the teen girls applauded the entrance of the main course. The girls simply stared in disbelief. There, high on the platter was there friend Carrie. Joan of Arc had been roasted, again. She was perfectly roasted this time. Her skin had become a golden crust. Though the spit and cords had been removed, she remained in the position in which she had been roasted. She looked as if she were squatting on her ankles, knees, and forearms. Her golden rump roasts were prominently displayed. The Chef and his staff had done an excellent job. Joan of Arc was as beautiful roasted as she had been in life. Joan of Arc and her platter were placed in the center of the table along with numerous side dishes.

The Chef then pulled out a large carving knife from a holster on his belt. He stroked it on a honing steal as the guests seated them selves. When everyone was seated, the Chef sliced off a prime cut of rump roast. He served the Warlock first. Susan was served next. He then sliced off more rump and thigh meat, which was served to the guests.

When all had been served, the Warlock offered a toast. “To my beautiful mate the witch, to my son Damon, and to all our friends gathered here, I offer a toast to a year of pleasure and feasts. May this roasted Joan of Arc bring us all a wonderful year. Until we meet again, enjoy this evening and this meal.”

As the count took his seat, he noticed the girls were not eating their meat. He looked at each of them and said. “Eat! Joan of Arc is always better when still hot. And I assure you, Chef says this one was one hot bitch.”

The potion they had been given had totally removed their inhibitions. The girls all took a bite of Carrie’s meat. To their surprise, she tasted delicious. They then ate ravenously of their friend’s roast.

It was Susan that broke the tension that was still in the air. This brings a whole new meaning to chewing someone’s ass.“

Everyone laughed and enjoyed the dinner.

After everyone had eaten their fill and had been served another goblet of wine, they all paired off with their chosen mates. Tinker Bell was taken up to a room the Count had been given for the evening. The Count was joined by his mate. As he drove his cock deep into Tinker Bell’s pussy, both he and his mate bit deeply into her tits. She moaned in pain but held her attackers heads to her chest as they fed. The Count filled her womb with cum before moving to kiss her neck.

When his mate joined him at the other side of Tinker Bell’s neck, they both drove their fangs deep into her throat. This time there was no Warlock’s order to stop. They fed until Tina as Tinker Bell was drained of her life-giving blood. Her lifeless body was carried to a dark corner of their quarters and place in a coffin made especially for her.

Wolfy and Little Red Riding Hood were at it again next to the fireplace. Wolfy and Lauren were both howling as he humped her in an attempt to enter her again. She cried out as his long slender cock sunk into her ass. “Oh Wolfy! You’re in the wrong hole. Please put it in my pussy, not my ass.”

Wolfy growled and nipped at Lauren’s neck as he continued to rapidly thrust his cock into her ass.

“Oh fuck it!” Lauren sighed. You can fuck me anyway you like. Just keep fucking me.” She was groaning with pleasure and thrusting her ass back toward Wolfy’s cock as he drove it deep into her ass.

Lauren yelped as Wolfy violently rammed his cock into Little Red Riding Hood’s ass. His large knot had been jammed past her sphincter and into her bowel.

Lauren howled in protest and tried to pull away from the cock and knot in her ass.

Wolfy was enraged. How dare his bitch resist him. He fucked her all the harder until he began to cum. He then turned so they were ass to ass again while his cum flowed into his bitch’s bowels.

When Wolfy finished cuming he jerked his knot out of Lauren’s ass as soon as he could. As cum and blood ran from her ass, she turned and yelled at her lover. “How dare you hurt me like that? You could have...”

Wolfy leapt on Lauren. She screamed only once more. The werewolf quickly bit and ripped her throat out. She fell to the floor with blood pouring out of her gaping neck. Wolfy began devouring her before she gasped her last and died. She had watched silently as Wolfy bit off and ate her left tit. By the time he had finished her tit, she had bled out and died. He didn’t stop eating until all he had left were bones to gnaw on.

Marc Anthony pulled Cleopatra to the table where he had her bend over again. “I think I’ll try your ass this time. You don’t object do you, my Queen?”

“No, you can have my ass if you want. Please take it easier than you did last time.” She begged.

As Anthony slammed his big cock deep into her ass, Andrea screamed in pain. She continued to scream as Anthony thrust rapidly in and out of her widely stretched asshole. He repeatedly rammed his cock into his Cleopatra until he was about to start cuming in her bowels.

At the very point that he started cuming, Anthony jerked her head up by the hair. Through clinched teeth he cursed her. “You fucking whore. I gave you my heart and you gave yourself to Caesar. Now, you can meet him in hell.”

Anthony then thrust as hard as he could into Cleopatra ass and flooded her bowels with cum. At the same time, he pulled his dagger and sliced her throat. He finished cuming just as Cleopatra past from this world and into the next.

About that time, the Count and his mate retired to their quarters where Tinker Bell’s body was lying. They again fed from her tits until she had nothing more to give. Tina lay quiet. No signs of life were evident. The vampires continued feeding on her corpse.

Suddenly, as if by magic, Tinker Bell opened her eyes and took a deep breath. Though extremely pale, she rose from her coffin. The three of them returned to the main dinning room and paid their respects to the Warlock and his mate. They flew off into the night sky with Tinker Bell flying between the two old vampires. She had learned to fly.

The Warlock then turned toward Susan. She had been quietly nursing Damon as she watched the end of her friends. “Now my beloved mate. It is time I paid some attention to you and my son.”

“Am I going to die now like my friends, Master?” There was no fear in her voice. She simply asked a matter-of-fact question of her Master.

“No my love. You have done well and followed my instructions perfectly. It is my intent to use your body again as I did last year. Then I will send you home safely. It is your job to care for Damon and see that he learns all he can of your world before coming to be with me in my world. Now my love join me in my bed chamber.”

“Yes, Master. Will you give me another child?” She smiled at her Master as she followed him to his bed.

“No! You are not ripe at this time. Remember I can smell when you are ripe for impregnating. I will use your body as any other mate would.”

“Please use me Master. Take me and make me yours again tonight.” Susan was happy to give herself to her Master. She climbed on the huge bed and spread her legs wide. “I am yours to use Master.”

The Warlock quickly disrobed and took the gift Susan was offering.

“Oh, Master. It doesn



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