\tab\fs28\ldblquote Et qu'ils doivent vivre d\'e9sormais dans une soci\'e9t\'e9 de proies et de
pr\'e9dateurs.\rdblquote Sometimes, Morticia could say the darnedest things! (And that they have to live from now on in a society of predator and prey.)
\tab\ldblquote C'est plus vrai que jamais aujourd'hui.\rdblquote replied Gomez (This is now truer than ever!)
\tab Morticia licked her lips sultry-like and whisked off the clothing of twelve year old Toby Daws. He was a cutey and Morticia dropped to her knees, took holt of his average length cock, cupped his balls, and took him into her mouth. This naturally put her husband into a higher state of arousal.
\tab\ldblquote Je bande pour toi.\rdblquote he stated (I have a boner for you.)
\tab Morticia took the boy\rquote s wanger and sucked him into a serious hardened state. Gomez stood with his cock drilling the inside of eleven year old Kellie Sonnerstun\rquote s mouth. The poor unfortunate made garbled noises, choking and gagging mostly; then her eyes bulged as the mighty Gomez dong touched her tonsils, then slid down her gullet.
\tab Toby Daws didn\rquote t know what to think about getting sucked; he had heard about such things, sure; but to actually receive was something else. The first part of getting sucked was good\emdash then, as his cock soared to incredible lofty heights never before attained\emdash the person sucking him began to chomp!
\tab The boy began to freak out to say the least.\tab
\tab Gomez held Kellie\rquote s ears tightly forcing his elongated cock down her throat. The girl wheezed and was unable to breath\emdash Gomez was too busy in watching his naughty oh-so naughty wife sucking off (and I do mean OFF) Toby Daws.
\page\tab When at last Morticia pulled back, she smacked her bloody lips swallowing twelve year old Toby\rquote s dong in a full gulp. She seemed\emdash relieved or very-very satisfied. Very satisfied. She was calmer, demure, and still sexy in a mysterious way.
\tab With Toby and Kellie \ldblquote deposited\rdblquote down the dumbwaiter, that left the Ballerina, Sara Daws, Toby Daws\rquote little sis. She wore a fanciful ballerina costume with a fake hatchet lodged in her noggin. Gomez looked her over, removed her costume with a flick of the wrist magic, then hoisted her up onto a table. Laying her down he closely scrutinized her nakedness; parting her legs wide he stared at her smooth and hairless vagina.
\tab\ldblquote Gomez, darling,\rdblquote said Morticia gliding across the floor to be at his side, \ldblquote isn\rquote t this one a little too young?\rdblquote
\tab\ldblquote Yes, she is a bit more than the others.\rdblquote He smiled and was aware of his wife\rquote s concerns. Brightening up he said, \ldblquote I\rquote ll throw this one back!\rdblquote and with that he scooped the child up, returned her costume to her, then placed her back inside the Bag of Holding.
\tab\ldblquote Going out again?\rdblquote Morticia asked curiously.
\tab\ldblquote Well, it\rquote s still a young night!\rdblquote
\tab\ldblquote Bring me back something.\rdblquote
\tab\ldblquote Anything in particular?\rdblquote
\tab Morticia paused in thought; then leaning towards him, head cocked, arms out cocked strangely, \ldblquote I\rquote m hungry for Chinese!\rdblquote
\tab\ldblquote Wo kao!\rdblquote Gomez exclaimed. (something similar to Holy Shit! Or Fuckin\rquote Awesome!)
\tab Morticia rattled off some words in Mandarin; making her husband smile his Devil\rquote s smile. \ldblquote Tish!\rdblquote
\tab\ldblquote I know, I know\emdash it\rquote s Chinese!\rdblquote
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\tab
doggie treats
\tab For a long moment she stood before the mirror looking herself over. She gave herself no particular description about herself; nor did she care. Well, not much. She regarded \ldblquote beauty\rdblquote and those who sought for themselves or upon others as vane. There were children starving; Indians losing their lands; nature on all fronts was being devoured by advancement;
\tab It was, therefore, an atrocity to pay more attention about one\rquote s self than that of society. Wendsy held big business and peoples\rquote advancement for nature\rquote s domain in high disdain for their lacksidasical actions. She hoped that as she got older she would be able to help the less fortunate\emdash animals mostly, screw people\emdash they got what they deserved. Most of them.
\tab Turning to a profile she noted that she did lack the feature of a \ldblquote butt.\rdblquote Something her brother kept pointing out to her, \ldblquote Yes, but you still like to poke it.\rdblquote Which meant he still liked to FUCK it. Which was true.
\tab A sudden wave of \ldblquote tiredness\rdblquote struck her, she stifled a yawn but let rip a slight butt blast. Smoothing out the front of her gothic dress she gave herself one last look and turned to find wily Nutant practically with his nose in her butt.
\tab\ldblquote Did you get a good whiff?\rdblquote Wendsy asked.
\tab Nutant barked his answer and kneeled down on his paws, he was young and active and in want of play.
\tab\ldblquote It\rquote s bedtime, doggie,\rdblquote Wendsy said, \ldblquote I\rquote ll take you into the swamp first thing in the morning.\rdblquote After her declaration she made for her own bathroom. Again, though, she examined herself in the mirror above the old dingy white porcelain pedestal sink. She ripped another butt blast and then began the ritual of brushing teeth, undoing her braided hair, and so forth.
\tab Behind her, Nutant stood steadfast\emdash waiting.
\tab A squat on the toilet was next. Nutant came to breath hot stinky doggie breath on her; Wendsy smiled and rubbed her face into his muzzle; shifting herself on the toilet she let rip a serious butt blast that stung the cheeks of her delicate butt. It was very satisfying and her bladder quickly emptied thereafter.
\tab Thereafter she stood pulling up her crisp white snug fitting panties. Nutant tried to nuzzle his muzzle into her crotch,
\tab\ldblquote No, no, doggie,\rdblquote quipped the girl, \ldblquote not yet.\rdblquote
\tab Pausing at her bed she seemed to be waiting for something. Nutant came up and nuzzled his muzzle into Wendsy\rquote s butt. It was a goose! Wendsy whirled upon her pet, shaking a finger at him, \ldblquote Not yet, I said.\rdblquote
\tab Nutant whimpered and sat down swishing his tail stirring up the freshly lain dust on the bare wooden floor. In a fluid swoop, Wendsy pulled off her dress and flung it across the room where in mid arch it folded itself and put itself away in her dresser. A flick of the wrist and the bedding pulled itself back.
\tab Wendsy stretched then slowly slid her basic white panties down.
\tab Of course, when she was bent over having her panties at her ankles, Nutant was there to shove his muzzle into the girl\rquote s crack.
\page\tab\ldblquote Doggie!\rdblquote exclaimed Wendsy, \ldblquote How naughty you are!\rdblquote Stepping out of her undies she parted her legs, head resting on her bed while Nutant took measures into his own paws.
\tab Licking was one thing, and he did a very good job at it, but there was more the great wolf-mix doggie could do. He was a new pet, a stray so to speak who came wandering to the Addams\rquote home shortly before midnight. He looked ragged, thick coarse fur with dark splotches mixed with several shades of brown.
\tab There was something about his eyes, though; no one else noticed, of course, but Wendsy did. She didn\rquote t know what exactly, but there was something there\emdash something familiar.
\tab Anyways, Nutant took his doggie tongue and eagerly (too eagerly) lapped all over Wendsy\rquote s ass. All over. Serious licking came right up the ten year old\rquote s crack with specific attention to her asshole. Wendsy clutched at her cheeks, pulling them open so as the doggie\rquote s flicking tongue could do a better job.
\tab And it did.
\tab Wendsy gave no indication to her enjoyment; her face remained ghostly stoic\emdash but she did purse her lips and seemingly clench in some archaic manner depicting annoyed pleasure.
\tab Huh?
\tab Nutant drove his cold flaring nose right into Wendsy\rquote s asshole\emdash her asshole that had been freshly sodomized by her brother just hours earlier. Wendsy wriggled, clenching uncontrollably with heightened desires tingling and exciting her young body.
\tab Suddenly, Nutant leapt up mounting his young damsel; Wendsy clutched the bedding and felt the stabbing presence of Nutant\rquote s doggie schlong. Nutant had good aim and went directly into the girl\rquote s twitching quim. There was at first a sharp stabbing pain\emdash of which Wendsy only reacted to a brief moment. She spread her legs and ass as much as possible to accept the Nutant invasion and at length had to \ldblquote bite down\rdblquote on the bedding as incredibly the doggie\rquote s dong increased not so much as in length as it did in circumference.
\tab Wendsy began to wriggle and experience a bit of uncomfortness.
\tab Nutant suddenly pulled and Wendsy was briefly glad. Her asshole smoldered; she fingered it then turned her head,
\tab\ldblquote Why did you stop, doggie?\rdblquote she asked in a childish voice.
\tab Nutant didn\rquote t answer but sat awkwardly licking his balls.
\tab Wendsy smiled, she had her Daddy eyes and smile\'85
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\tab Halloween. It was one of the most astounding holidays modern day humans celebrated with gusto! It was astounding and disturbing. It beheld horror and titillation. Vast peoples feared the Devil\rquote s Holiday\emdash others embraced it. To some people, the Holiday was a threat, others regarded the last day of the tenth month as a fantastic voyage into a bizarre ritual of supreme elation.
\tab Fester Addams easily made his way among the throngs of unsuspecting revelers and even participated in acquiring a bag or two of treats. Fester fit right in\emdash he wasn\rquote t too tall; he was round, bald, and pasty in a mix coloring of death white and zombie. He was likeable and understood the modern way of life\emdash but it wasn\rquote t his preference.
\tab Once home he deposited his loot, pocketed some choice pieces and left the rest for \ldblquote whoever.\rdblquote Thing came along and took a few pieces then scurried off to a dark corner to munch. Fester made for his laboratory, to test the treats to uncover why they were so tasty and develop maybe some of his own for some diabolical undisclosed reason\emdash but rest assured, it was diabolical.
\tab From beyond the walls, er, from within the walls a noise was heard.
\tab Fester investigated, pulling the candle in its holder down opened a secret door revealing the small space between inner and outer walls. He just saw a scurrying figure moving making a turn. Fester followed.
\tab The secret passage went in several directions, passing along all rooms on all floors. Fester came upon none other than Pugsly who had paused at a cross passage. He made for an air vent and Fester followed, Cousin Itt moved passed him chattering in some nonsensical language all known only to Cousin Itt.
\tab\ldblquote What was that about?\rdblquote Fester asked of his young nephew.
\tab\ldblquote Cousin Itt had to go.\rdblquote take a crap.
\tab Fester giggled and followed Pugsly and they came to peer down a vent looking into Wednesday\rquote s room. Both spies smiled big as they watched the naked ten year old sucking on the dick of her newest pet, Nutant.
\tab Oh!
\tab By the manner of which Wendsy sucked on Nutant\rquote s mutant cock gave way to believe it wasn\rquote t here first time doing so. Nutant\rquote s doggie dong was a little big around, a little long, and not with the typical tip like most doggies Wendsy had sucked; this little doggie had a cock like her brother\rquote s!
\page\tab Nutant was of an average sized grown doggie, a longer snout, larger ears, and bigger paws. After sucking his dong, Wendsy put socks on Nutant\rquote s paws\emdash this helped in preventing getting scratched up while Nutant once more took his liberties.
\tab Wendsy smacked her lips and stood with glossed over eyes. Lightly she fingered her hairless poon, rubbed her ass, and lusted. (above her, there was lust going on, too!)
\tab Nutant jammed his elongated muzzle into Wendsy\rquote s poon. This made the girl giggle and she plopped down onto her bed, sitting just on the edge, parting her legs. Nutant knew the deal, happily he pushed his furry muzzle to the young girl\rquote s quim and began an earnest bout of licking.
\tab Above in the air passage, Pugsly drooled\emdash at both places! His passion so heated that whiffs of steam wafted from his slightly oversized body. So enthralled was he from observing his sister\rquote s antics that he firstly slipped a hand down inside his trousers. Fondling his ass was good\emdash it was all that he could fondle in the narrow passage.
\tab But then,
\tab Another hand came to Pug\rquote s butt. By the texture Pugsly could tell that it wasn\rquote t Thing. Fester! Pug smiled, continued to drool, and worked his trousers down. Fester giggled to himself with glee and began smoothing his hand over the young boy\rquote s ass.
\tab Meanwhile, on her bed Wendsy \ldblquote got some.\rdblquote Or the doggie did\'85
\tab After a lot of slobbering his slobbers all over the girl\rquote s hairless poon, Nutant climbed up, positioning himself properly, drooling doogie drool onto Wendsy\rquote s bare flat chest. Nutant\rquote s doggie dong kissed Wendsy\rquote s delicate sex and made deliberate penetration therein.
\tab Wendsy\rquote s legs wrapped about her furry lover and she raised her self up to him; Nutant sank his doggie dong into her sex making the girl\rquote s eyes flutter. Dutifully she gripped his fur pressing her body against his. Nutant slid near effortlessly all the way into her, growling and slinging his slobbers all over as the sensation of just sliding in was more fantastic than he could imagine.
\tab Above, Fester slid his own dong to his nephew.
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\tab The narly shenanigans continued at the Addams home, long after Steve the Scarecrow White made home. He was still enthralled by what he had seen in the basement and wondered if he could possibly blackmail Wednesday? Sure she was ten, but she apparently was sexually active\'85
\page\tab To be disorientated would be an understatement. There was a lot of confusion with the disorientation; he knew where he was but not HOW he was. What had happened? To his friends? To the treating? He had his bag o\rquote goodies, that was a plus, but what had happened to his friends?
\tab It was late and he dreaded the chewing out he would get. It was way passed the time he was supposed to be home. There was good news and bad news when he slipped into the backdoor; a babysitter was present in the front room, Daphne Shumly. She was fifteen and had a great body. The living room was filled with jittery children, two of which were related to Steve.
\tab He sighed and waited, the family car was gone from the drive, which meant his parents had gone to their Halloween party. Steve was supposed to be home in time to sit for his brother and sister and their friends, but some how he had lost time so his parents called in hired help.
\tab Hired help.
\tab The babysitter\rquote s fee would surely come out of his allowance.
\tab Savanna and Bobby had friends over; all comparing their booty (loot) still dressed in their costumes. Steve paused a moment, got eye contact with Daphne, then hauled butt up stairs. Getting out of his costume was a bitch, as much of a bitch as it was getting into it.
\tab Carly Beth had asked where he had gotten it. She would flip if she knew. The Hut. Aye, the abandoned Mystery Hut. Steve and some other blokes had gone snooping following on rumors that inside the abandoned building there were some prime costumes left over from way back.
\tab Thing was, though, on the first sound of \ldblquote something\rdblquote from inside the Hut and James, Eric, Shane and Blake were gone. Steve would have been \ldblquote gone\rdblquote , too; but he tripped on something and went to the musty dust laden cold-cold floor. He lay still for a long while before sitting up and getting his composure back.
\tab With his flashlight stabbing its way into the bleakness of the mysterious Hut his fears were calmed\emdash some. His soul goal was to find something\emdash anything and then \ldblquote get the fuck out!\rdblquote
\tab He determined that the first thing he saw he would snag it, grab it, haul ass it. Not knowing the layout of the interior was a problem, though; there were boxes and boxes of stuff; counters, and more boxes. There was an ever ominous presence of mustiness that was most unpleasant.
\tab After clipping a counter and spooking himself in a horribly disfiguring mirror, Steve was ready to bolt and forget scoring some righteous booty. Then his hand came to rest on a box. It was an overstuffed box that was odd in texture, wrapped in cord twine and felt very mushy.
\page\tab There were scribblings all over it, indications of worldly travels, and kinda heavy. It intrigued Steve and he began fussing with the twine. When he had managed to get the twine off a very strange feeling came upon him. He couldn\rquote t figure it. His skin literally began to crawl\emdash extraordinary tingling. The sensation was uncomfortable and he was about to scoot making an exit \ldblquote wherever\rdblquote when,
\tab\lquote Go ahead.\rquote
\tab Steve stopped.
\tab\ldblquote W-what?\rdblquote
\tab Nothing. Silence. Dead silence.
\tab For some reason, Steve\rquote s trembling finger began fussing with flaps, which took some doing to manage. Finally, though\emdash success! But then there was all that newspaper. After discarding a lot of paper he finally took not of some of it\emdash but the writing was in a strange archaic language he had no idea of.
\tab Beyond the paper there was burlap concealing the actually \ldblquote goods.\rdblquote
\tab Wrapped in what looked liked cornhusks were costumes. Masks, capes, boots, and costumes. The first one was a scarecrow. It was awesome. Grotesque and disturbing with the bloodied pitchfork assembly, the headless mouse in the upper outer pocket, and the pumpkin horror facial expression with accompanying straw sticking out everywhere.
\tab Steve didn\rquote t even bother with what other goodies may be in the opened box, the scarecrow outfit was as Kate\rquote s little brother, Scottie had quipped\emdash\ldblquote It\rquote s the bomb!\rdblquote
\tab The bomb. All that frightening trouble and he couldn\rquote t remember if he had gotten the acknowledgement he and intended or not. Sure he had made an impact on his friends, but what about the rest of the neighborhood? He couldn\rquote t remember. There, too, were parties\emdash did he go to any of them? What about Rebecca Chambers? She was Raggedy Anne or something like, had he met her? She wanted to see what he was going as and he couldn\rquote t remember\emdash he wanted to impress her (or at the very least gross her out so as she would remember him come Monday morning schooling.)
\tab The image of Carly Beth filled his mind.
\tab Had he really scored with her? That seemed unlikely to highly improbable. No fucking way could that have happened. In his mind he saw her sucking his balls! She had sucked his dick! He had FUCKED her!
\tab Or had he?
\tab Was it fantasy? Wishful thinking?
\page\tab He\rquote s cock ached\emdash terribly. He hadn\rquote t whacked it\emdash so far as he knew. He didn\rquote t understand. What the fuck, if anything, had happened that night!? Standing before the mirror he firstly found that getting the scarecrow outfit off was something of a challenge. The cloth no longer seemed to be manmade material but more like rubber. The more he pulled and tugged at the \ldblquote suit\rdblquote the more it tugged and pulled at his own skin!
\tab It became frightening.
\tab Then,
\tab\ldblquote Your Dad\rquote s pissed.\rdblquote
\tab Steve whirled around almost in a panic.
\tab\ldblquote Damn,\rdblquote said Daphne, \ldblquote where the hell did you get that!?\rdblquote
\tab Steve stared at her; his vision blurred and he felt a little ill. Sheer panic began to creep not over him but IN him. He heard a voice but it was muffled. His breathing became almost labored and a slight headache began.
\tab Then,
\tab His vision cleared and he saw Daphne before him. His vision cleared and he saw Daphne before him pulling off her sweat top. Steve blinked his eyes\emdash\lquote what the fuck?\rquote
\tab His vision cleared and he saw Daphne before him pushing down her pants. This made no sense. Steve shook his head and felt a little ill in the pit of his stomach. Something wasn\rquote t right\emdash something wasn\rquote t right at all.
\tab Daphne undone her bra and stood exposing her luscious lovely fifteen year old titties. Nice. Very nice. Round, kind of sloping, perfect. She had a great body, a little on the skinny side, a short pelvis area, great legs, very-very nice.
\tab And down then came her basic white panties.
\tab Oh!
\tab Steve felt as if he had been kicked in the balls. He didn\rquote t know why but a sudden pain as if he had been kicked in the balls suddenly exploded all over him nearly taking him to the floor. Shaking his head didn\rquote t help but only send the headache he had to higher heights.
\tab Daphne stepped out of her clothes and made way passed him to his bed. She climbed onto the bed pausing on her hands and knees thusly giving Steve-a-rino a fine-fine look at her ass, asshole, crack, and cunt.
\tab Steve\rquote s breath was nearly gone\emdash so was his mind.
\tab\ldblquote Son-of-a-bitch he whispered. Daphne griped an ass cheek and tugged it open to give Steve a better view. It was near too much for Steve. Daphne then laid out on the bed on her back, legs open, lightly fingering herself.
\page\tab Steve felt compelled (pushed) to his bed. Once more he tried pulling his costume off but to no avail\emdash it was more rubbery than ever and seriously gave cause for him to yelp and call out in agony\emdash it was like pulling his arm hair.
\tab Taking a pause to gander at the mirror above his dresser he couldn\rquote t figure it\emdash there was an image in the mirror\emdash but it wasn\rquote t him. He knew it was him, inside the costume but something was wrong. Somehow the face part of the costume had changed, or was changing, or something. It looked like some old man, some really old man\emdash all wrinkly with hair growing out of moles. The \ldblquote scarecrow\rdblquote face was less than what it was and the clothing was more of what an old man would wear.
\tab Steve didn\rquote t get it.
\tab\ldblquote Look at her!\rdblquote said an Old Man\rquote s voice. Steve thought it was coming from right inside his bedroom! But there was no one present but himself and the naked Daphne Shumly on his bed.
\tab\ldblquote Go to her!\rdblquote the voice said. This time, it wasn\rquote t so much as in the room as it was INSIDE his head!
\tab Steve whirled around, lost his balance and fell to the floor.
\tab It hurt. His hip hurt and he was sure that he had twisted his ankle.
\tab His vision blurred again and a whole host of hurtie-owies began to assail him. His agony was great, his confusion greater. His wrists, fingers, elbows, knees, all seemed to suddenly hurt and hurt badly all at once. His teeth and jaw hurt, and there was hair growing out of his ears!
\tab\ldblquote Time to get some!\rdblquote cackled a raspy voice\emdash HIS voice!
\tab Steve fought to keep control of himself, but he seemed to be no longer in control of his body. Moving onto the bed he felt it was a labor, a great effort.
\tab\ldblquote You gonna be a good fuck you are!\rdblquote sparked an Old Man\rquote s voice.
\tab Steve saw himself crawling up between a teenage girl\rquote s body. She was nude. She was nice! Nice round tits, a sweet face, and naked. She looked good, a furry little cunt, legs open proper, just waiting for him.
\tab The naked teen twisted some, but otherwise smiled and waited.
\tab She didn\rquote t have to wait long, though; the Old Man\rquote s cock eased out of his Old Man\rquote s clothes from a style way-way back from the Old Country. His manly gangly aged cock was hard and already dripping cum. The bulbous tip touched the teen\rquote s poon and began entering.
\tab The Old Man began to cackle as inch by inch his sausage slithered into the teen girl\rquote s sex. The girl began to twist more, screw up her face and become a little horrified.
\page\tab Mason Givoni arched his old withered back driving his hips to the teenager thusly thrusting his cock further and fully into her sex. The girl began to become undone from her mind entrapment. The old Italian no longer cared and humped the teen hard\emdash it wouldn\rquote t take long for him to complete his doing and then she could rant all she wanted.
\tab He did have to slap her, though, his arthritis gave him some fits and it was far-far too cold in the house. Drool dropped from his withered rubbery old lips grossing out the hapless girl beneath him. He smiled, leered and continued pumping sliding in and out of her hot pussy faster and faster; his balls slapped and the girl\rquote s legs were splayed outward flailing everywhere.
\tab At the open bedroom door four children appeared suddenly.
\tab The Old Italian who had sought favor of the Devil to make his business a success whipped his head to the gawking children, stunning them instantly with his evil glare. The children were silenced and could only stand in utter fear watching as their babysitter was raped by some weird old man.
\tab Mason Givoni humped his fill, placing his old withered hand over her mouth as he neared the end of his deed. Daphne tried and despite the fact that her rapist was some fucked up old man, she was powerless against him. The horrid old man humped hard driving his cock hard into her sex until finally his thrustings stopped and he began to strain shooting gobs of hot gooey old man cum deep into her vagina.
\tab The Old Man didn\rquote t let up, though, he engulfed Daphne\rquote s breasts\emdash sucking on one while manhandling the other. His cock didn\rquote t soften but hardened! He finally did, though, withdrew, emptying even more of his juices onto the terrified teen\rquote s pussy.
\tab Slowly he gathered himself and came to stand before the bewildered children. There was no time, though, to do anything with them\emdash the great grandfather clock downstairs began to chime. The Old Man paused and listened to the chimes\emdash waiting.
\tab When the lasting haunting drone dictating that it was merely eleven o\rquote clock and not midnight, the Old Italian smiled and eased to his knees. Many cracks and pops from his knees there were and a twinge of age riddled his back. He stared into the pretty blue eyes of one little girl about a mere eight years young. She wore an odd outfit of red halter top, exaggerated pantaloons, and a head piece with veil\emdash a girl version of a Genie.
\tab The Old Man smiled at her, licked his thick lips and wavering his fingers the girl\rquote s pantaloons began to come down. Gina\rquote s eyes widened but she was unable to scream or runaway. Once the pantaloons were down the Old Man stared with extreme lust eyeing her in her powder blue panties.
\page\tab From behind him, \ldblquote Get away from her you fucking bastard!\rdblquote
\tab Daphne Shumly was (apparently) no longer under his mind control magic and came at him with a hockey stick. The Old Man whirled narrowly missing being clobbered upside the head. He broke the swing from Daphne with his upraised arm\emdash it hurt; but he grabbed the stick and with a sudden unexpected quickening jolt smacked Daphne in the face sending her toppling backwards tripping over clutter on the floor.
\tab Daphne fell to the bed\rquote s wooden footend narrowly missing being gouged by the post. The Old Man was on her instantly, pinning her arms behind her pressing his wicked horrid cock against her ass. Daphne couldn\rquote t do a thing as the man strangely was not as feeble as he looked.
\tab Suddenly, though, Daphne had a new reason to fight as the Old Man\rquote s cock was jamming its way into her asshole. Struggling and trying to fight and clench her hole as tightly as possible, though, did not prevent the act of sodomy. The Old Man\rquote s cock was forceful and Daphne could not stop his intrusion.
\tab Daphne twisted and still tried to clench her hole\emdash the pain was enormous and submitting was the only way to ease the discomfort. She tried to cuss and call out but could not even do that. The horrid intruder shoved unmercilessly his cock into her body then began to pump. Daphne felt as if though her body was coming apart.
\tab The Old Man seemed to struggle, though, getting his nut. He seethed, drooled, and breathed harder and harder. Steam literally wafted from his body and at times\emdash Daphne was sure she heard someone screaming, a boy\rquote s voice. But in her own torment she wasn\rquote t quite sure.
\tab At length the torment ended, or at least subsided as the Old Italian DID get his nut. He gave a mighty satisfying exclamation, a final thrust and then pulled out slapping his cock against the broken girl\rquote s ass.
\tab After a few minutes of needed rest, the Man returned to the still stunned children at the door.
\tab The clock in the downstairs living room chimed 11:30. The Old Man seethed, time was short, \ldblquote not enough time\rdblquote he said caressing the Genie. He knelt before her again and cocking his head eyed her in her nice rumbled panties.
\tab The girl, Gina White, Steve White\rquote s little sister, tighten up in aghast as the stranger pulled down her panties. She tried to scream, tried to run, tried anything but found that she was somehow frozen in place; silenced, too.\tab
\page\tab The Old Man made mumblings and while he did he ran the back of his finger up and down Gina\rquote s pussy. Gina could only stare at the horrid man; and strangely, later as she was in therapy she wrote that though the man was horribly old, his eyes reminded her of her brother who mysterious went missing that Halloween night.
\tab Oh!
\tab As the Witching Hour drew to a close, Givoni settled in his chair. The bite of the night air managed to get through the walls of his shop. Tugging his sweater about him closer he drew himself tighter. His belly rumbled a bit digesting his final meal for a long-long while. He only had one night to live, to truly live. His pact with Satan was long standing and full of tricks. For a moment he smelled and smelled the richness of a caffe and some biscotti.
\tab Closing his eyes and rocked gently in his chair and faded.
\tab (until next Halloween!)
\tab author\rquote s note: closing in on the end of this Book and into the next\fs24
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