Summary: mind control, Mf, incest, some ff
A man watches his wife and
daughter turned into whores; a woman watches her control crumble as those
around her turn into ... things; a young man watches his mother survive in a
world where sex is not reviled; better watch YOURSELF on ... Halloween.
See No Evil: Contains sexually explicit and politically incorrect material. If you shouldn't be reading this, or if it might offend you, simply stop now.
Legalese: All actors and actresses are over the age of consent. Proof of age is on file. Any similarity of any character, event or place to any actual person, event or place, is purely coincidental. This is all fantasy, and the actors are all professionals -- do not try any of this at home.
Archiving: You are welcome to discreetly repost or archive this, just do not change it, steal from it or claim credit for it.
Author's Rambling: For the author, the third tale was the most fun (it probably shows), although the first had some bright moments. The second tale is for whomever it's about power as much as it's about sex.
Live well!
A pumpkin walks into a bar.
It's Halloween night, and he left his broomstick and its team of bats in a parking space outside.
He orders a bloody mary and has a few peanuts while the crowd at the bar stares. A couple teens in the corner snicker and slip outside.
The pumpkin throws the drink back, then walks outside again, only to find his broomstick and bats missing. Frowning, he marches back into the bar.
Throwing open the door, he growls. The ceiling of the bar bursts into flame, then rips open and a huge baleful red eye with a slitted pupil leers in from above.
"Now that I have your attention," the pumpkin declares, "I will make an announcement. My name is Jack O'Lantern, and this is Halloween night, and someone just stole my broomstick and bats. This pisses me off. Who stole them?"
Silence and wide eyes are all the patrons produce.
Jack glares at the people, studying them. "I'm going to tell three stories," he says finally, "and when I'm done, if my broom and bats are not back right where I left them, well then, I'm going to do what I did 500 years ago when the last group of people took my broom and bats. And EVEN *I* don't want to do what I did 500 years ago."
Dead silence.
"Bartender," he snaps his fingers, "get me another bloody mary. And it's on the house."
The bartender quickly complies -- that eye in the ceiling is pretty scary.
The pumpkin throws back his drink, then speaks. "As I said, my name is Jack. And on Halloween night, I travel the world, creating stories of horror out of the dull tripe that is people's lives. I have done this since the first Halloweens thousands of years ago, so I have many tales to tell.
The first one goes like this ....