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!
When Jack finishes his third tale, he narrows his eyes. "Time to see what tonight's fate holds," he drawls.
The bartender and patrons give a large group swallow as Jack walks to the door.
When he steps outside, they rush to the windows and press their faces up against them.
Have the broom and bats been returned?!
Jack walks to the parking place and his broom and bats ... are there.
"Hi, Vomit," he greets his lead bat.
He mounts his broom and is preparing to fly off when the bartender steps timidly out of the bar. "Sir? Mr Jack?" the bartender calls.
"Yes?" Jack asks with narrowed eyes.
"Could you ... could you get rid of the big baleful red eye in my ceiling, sir?"
Jack concentrates a moment, then declares, "The eye is gone. Is there anything else?"
"Uh, what -- if I can ask, sir -- out of curiosity ... what did you do 500 years ago that EVEN YOU don't want to have to do again now?"
"Well," Jack drawls, "500 years ago, I ...."
The bartender is sure that he really does not want to know, but his morbid curiosity had forced his mouth to ask.
"... I had to WALK home!"