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An original story by *JP*



My Undoing (Halloween)


	Looking though the windshield of my Jeep, I can see the concrete divider.
My hands in a death grip on the steering wheel, I pushed the accelerator all the way to 
floor. Even though it would do no good, I kept pushing harder and harder in an attempt to 
make the old jeep go faster. Could I go through with it? Could I end my life? I really
didn't know. There was a way out, a last chance if you will. 


 	It has always been my opinion that suicide is not a way to deal with your 
problems, so how on earth did I get to this point? It started (of course) with a woman.
Thinking back, it was a beautiful fall day and I was walking down Kneeland Street
in Boston. I had just started my daily trek to pick up lunch when I noticed one of those 
trolley bus tours. The old style busses that have big open windows and you can hear the 
tour guide talking over the loud speaker. He was telling all the folks about China Town.
An old man, I would guess around 70, with a big smile on his face was tapping his hand 
on the railing to some gangster rap music coming from a car beside them. He looked like
an old farmer and I could imagine him thinking, "Just like them there movies". I got a 
chuckle or two out of that but then someone else caught my eye. About two rows back, 
sat the most beautiful woman I have seen in a long time. She had long raven black hair 
with big, gorgeous blue eyes. The remarkable thing was, she looked exactly like Mortisha 
from the Adams Family TV show of the sixty's. I was nuts about Mortisha when I was a 
kid. My heart sank as the bus drove off, realizing I would never see her again.


	I finished up work about eight and I was starving. Now being a member of
the high tech world, putting in thirteen hour days is not uncommon. With those kind 
of  hours, being single isn't all that rare either. So off to a good cheap restaurant for a
bite. I went to my usual haunt, a little place called Cagney's and grabbed a seat at the
bar. After surveying the menu for the mandatory minute, I ordered my usual meal and
beer. Looking around the bar, I saw the same faces I see most of the time along with the
band setting up for their performance. As I was just about to turn back to the bar, I saw
something that just about knocked me out of my seat. There in the back corner was the
girl I had seen earlier in the tour bus. I swear, if my jaw could have reached, it would 
have hit the floor. Unfortunately, she was not alone. Sitting beside her, was a rather 
large, evil looking man. I would say about six feet five or so and not someone you want
to piss off. Behind me, I heard someone speaking to me but I couldn't understand what
was being said. I turned and it was the bartender with my dinner. He said again, "will
that be all John," I returned, " ah yea Bill, thanks." 


	As I was eating, I couldn't help but look back now and then to see what was going 
on. They seemed to be arguing about something, the man gesturing in the air with his
hands. He seemed to shrink smaller and smaller as they talked. If they went on much 
longer I think he would have disappeared. He stood up and raised his hand in what 
looked like he was going to strike her but he just froze. Standing there, he turned white
as snow and after what seemed a lot longer than it really was, he turned slowly and 
started for the door. I began to feel sorry for him he looked so pathetic. "Well, that
was a hell of a show," said bill. "Oh, what? Oh Bill, didn't know you were there," I said. 
"You startled me. Yea, kind of freaky if ya know what I mean. Yes I do," Bill answered,
"Gave me a shiver right up my spine. What do ya think she said to him? Don't know Bill
but I intend to find out. What time does the band start tonight, the usual?" I asked. I 
guess," said Bill, "they never seem to start on time these days. Might be time to look for 
some new talent. Well," I said, "I'm gonna hang out for a while and see if  I  can get to
know this chick a little better."


	The band started playing "Bad Moon Rising" by CCR which was one of my 
favorites. When they got to the part, "Don't go round tonight, 'bound to take your life' it
was my turn to get a shiver. I thought back about the poor guy who had just wilted in 
front of us. Not being a great dancer, I waited patiently for a slow song. When it finally 
came, I got up and walked across the floor toward the beautiful girl I wanted so badly. 
The closer I got the more I realized how pretty she really was. She looked to be about 
five foot nine and long strait black hair down to the crack of her ass. Her face was 
beautifully rounded with just the right amount of makeup. The eyes though, her eyes 
were something special. Haunting, riveting, piercing, all those things and more. I just 
couldn't come up with a word to describe them. As I grew closer, she looked up at me 
and smiled. I said, "hi I'm john, would you like to dance? Sure," she said, I would like 
that." As she got up and started to the dace floor, I got a good look at her body. Her 
figure was impeccable. A perfect hourglass with a nice round well shaped butt. Her 
breasts were just a little more than a handful but stood out strikingly. No bra or panties if 
you go by the fact that there were no lines. She turned to face me and reached out her 
arms. "Ahhh, that awkward moment when you first touch." I thought. I took her in my 
arms and started swaying to the song the band was performing. To tell you the truth, I 
have no clue what they were playing. All I could think about was this beautiful creature 
in my arms. I finally got the nerve to say something and asked her what her name was.
"Mortisha," she said. Well, that was it. I busted out laughing and had to bend over to
relieve the pain of a great laugh. I guess it was all the tension built up cause I couldn't 
stop. I glanced up and saw the puzzled look on her face that was starting to change to 
anger. Getting hold of myself, I apologized and told her about seeing her on the trolley
earlier that day and how she reminded me of the actress that played Mortisha. The scowl 
on her face started to soften a bit and then changed to a smile. She said, "People have told 
me that but I don't see the resemblance. Realizing that the band had stopped playing, I
asked if I could join her at her table. "Well, I guess so," she said.


	"Can I get you a drink?" I asked. "Sure, I'll have a Miller light please," she replied.
"I'll be right back," I said. "Hey Bill, can I have two Miller lights please?" I shouted over
the bands music. He nodded and set them down on the bar with a wink and said, "I want a full
report." I just smiled and started back to the table.  I set the drinks down on the table and
sat down. As I looked into her eyes, she said, "I don't no if I liked the wink and the "full
report" from Bill." Her piercing blue eyes changed into daggers going straight through me. It
sent a chill through me like I have never felt before. Stuttering, I tried to say something but
my mouth was not connected to my brain. It was too busy trying to figure out how she new. There
was no way she could have heard it over the band. Suddenly, she was all smiles again and sipped
her beer. It was like she was just letting me know whose boss. Like a puppy who had just got
caught peeing on the floor, I sat there with my tail between my legs. "Take me home John."
"Huh," I asked? "Take me home," she said again. Coming back to reality, I said " Ok, just
let me pay my tab." As I paid the girl at the register, I saw Bill walking over to clean our
table. As he made his way over to the table, there was that wink again. I turned quickly to 
see if Mortisha was looking but she was half way out the door. A sigh of relief and I started
walking behind her. 


	I opened the door of the old Jeep and she attempted to climb in. The large wheels I had
mounted on the small truck made it difficult for her to get in and the snug fitting skirt didn't
help. It went all the way down to her ankles so she had to pull it up to her thighs to lift her
leg up high enough to get a foot in. She grabbed onto the passenger hand grip and started pulling
herself up.  I put my hands on her cute ass cheeks and gave a gentle push. With a sly smile she
said, "thanks, so that's what big wheels are really for, huh?" Thinking to myself, "yep." Hopping in
the Jeep, I asked, "where to Mortisha? She replied, " Salem, just head north on 93 and I'll give ya
directions along the way." I asked (knowing the answer), "New Hampshire or Mass? You know," she said
with a slight frown. Yea, Mass," I mumbled. The hair on my neck was standing at attention and I should
have taken their recommendation to ditch her and run like hell but I was already hooked. I felt like
a fish with a hook in its mouth, struggling to get away but being reeled in ever more closely to its fate.
As we drove off, I noticed that she had not pulled her skirt back down. With her legs slightly
parted I had a good view of her legs. All of the sudden, I could think of nothing but what awaited
me under her skirt.

	We arrived at her house and I parked the Jeep on the street. We got out and I let her lead the
way to her front door. The house was a modern 3 story mansion as far as I was concerned. I'm not
an authority on building styles but it was beautiful to me. It had to be at least a ten bedroom home
complete with swimming pool and wet bar. I was impressed to say the least. We walked in and she turned
around and kissed me. Our lips came together and we played with each others tongues. Her hands started moving
down my back and rested on my ass. I responded in same, moving my hands down to her ass and gave each
side a gentle squeeze. The room seem to explode in heat and melted all fears that I had had about her.
She broke away from me, took my hand and led me up a stairway to a bedroom. Actually, more like a sex
room. There was a huge bed in the middle of the room with all kinds of strange things hanging on the wall.
Being in the excited state I was, I paid little attention to what the things were. All I wanted at that point
was to rip that dress off of her and fuck her crazy. She guided me to a chair and sat me down. Our lips came
together again and I hardly noticed that while we were kissing, she had handcuffed me to the chair. "Jesus
Mortisha, what's going on. Let me out of these!" I said loudly. She just looked at me and said, " sit back
and enjoy the ride." Mortisha walked over to the wall and dimmed the lights that were on when we came in.
Picking up what looked like a TV remote, she clicked it and music started playing. I had never heard the
song that was plying softly but I liked it. A sultry slow rhythm could that arouse anyone under the age
of dead. I wondered what I had got myself into. Here I was with a woman I didn't know, in a house I couldn't
find again if I tried and handcuffed to a chair. Not the smartest thing I have ever done. Mortisha had started
swaying to the music as if I wasn't even there. Moving her hips in a way that got my full attention.
She had slipped her shoes off and was pulling down the zipper on the back of her dress slowly. I thought
again about what she might be wearing under that dress. Parts of my body were beginning to stir, as in the
area of my groin. I wanted desperately to touch my aching penis and I could feel my balls moving in
my crotch. Doing their little dance they always do when I get excited. Mortisha started unbuttoning her
blouse. One by one all the buttons gave up to her manipulations and bared her breast. Beautiful mounds
perfectly shaped like the ones you see in department stores on mannequins. The blouse fell to the floor 
followed by her skirt. What stud before me was the most beautiful creature I had ever seen. Her black
bush standing out against her white skin. As I guessed, she was stark naked under that skirt. I'm
not sure if had always been there but there was now an aroma that filled the room. Sweet like flowers
but also musky, like a bed smells after making love all night.

	Mortisha moved sensually to the music and as she did, she moved closer and closer to me. My dick
was fighting to get out of my pants. Her hands went down and unbuttoned my pants pulling down the zipper
after. My penis shot up and stud proud. "Oh, my my," she said. Bending down, she grabbed my pant legs and
pulled them off. I haven't worn underwear in years so I was naked to the waist. On her knees, she started
rubbing up and down my legs being careful not to touch any part of my genitals. She was torturing me
and enjoying every minute of it. A little drop of semen had oozed from my hole and started to run down
the shaft. Mortisha saw this and smiled. She poked her finger at it and watched as a little string
of pre-cum was pulled to the breaking point, giggling when it snapped back onto her finger. Then
she moved her finger down between her legs and inserted it into her vagina. "Well, so much for
safe sex," I thought. Mortisha looked up at me and brought her finger up to my face leaving it just under
my nose. I can only equate the wonderful perfume of her pussy to fasting for days and then walking
past a bakery. You just can't resist it. Standing up, she straddled my lap all the time moving her hips
front and back like she was fucking me. The head of my dick kept bumping into her tummy and it took some 
effort not to cum. Mortisha slowly moved her lips to mine and then she would back off just
enough to break the contact between us. Her tongue started licking my lips, poking and prodding.
My tongue, with a mind of its own, danced with hers and matched lick for lick. Her head moved down
to my neck and she began nibbling and sucking. She would bite me hard and then kiss it as if to make
it all better. Her hand reached down between us and took hold of my penis. Raising her hips, she rubbed 
the head of my dick all over her pussy. I could feel her hot, wet cunt as it past over the tip of my
dick leaving some of it's moisture behind. Mortisha stopped moving and placed my penis at the entrance 
to he body. I could feel the very tip of me slide in. Slowly she began to bring her hips back down.
Little by little, inch by inch her hot tunnel devoured my cock. She paused when my glands bumped her 
cervix and I felt her shiver. I was over the top and just hoped that I wouldn't cum. Thinking or should 
I say, trying to think of anything but what was going on. I wanted this to last forever. When she bottomed 
out she wrapped her arms around my neck and sat there very still, neither one of us daring to move. After 
what felt like hours, she began to rock slowly. Her vagina caressing every part of my blood gorged cock, 
spreading pleasure though every part of my body. I could hear her muttering something very low, words,
noises I couldn't tell. My own heat was taking me over, pushing me over the edge, delivering me to the
bliss of orgasm. Mortisha began moving faster. Her muttering turned into speaking the same four words
over and over again. "Antiquitas, adepto anima orgentum." My climax was building but not like it ever
had in the past. Rising to a peak and staying there. No release, just hovering there in ecstasy. My body 
was screaming with pleasure, my groin pushing up into hers as if trying to exit her mouth. I looked up
at her and that same look that sent chills though me was back, staring at me, telling me "she" was in
charge. "She" would not allow my orgasm to subside. Mortisha would take my cum, I was NOT aloud to
give it. Suddenly, I heard a male voice screaming. It sounded grotesque, as if he were in unbearable pain.
But it wasn't some unknown voice and It wasn't pain. It was me, lost in a never ending orgasm that
would kill me if it didn't end soon. Mortisha's eyes closed, she stopped moving and softly spoke
those words again. "Antiquitas, adepto, anima, orgentum." As she finished the last word, I felt her
vagina begin to move again, sucking at my dick and my climax finally broke. But my semen did not explode
out of my cock, it was withdrawn. It felt as though everything in my body was being sucked out. The pleasure
was indescribable, unlike anything I had ever experienced before.

	The next thing I remember is waking up in bed and feeling a dull ache between my legs. (the kind
of feeling you get after you have been kicked in the nuts) I reached down to soothe my hurting balls but
nothing was there! Still groggy, I searched my crotch in vain. Sitting up quickly, I looked down at my 
groin and all I could see was my dick, smooth skin and what looked to be stitches. My head started spinning
as I tried to remember where I was and what had happened. Then it all came back to me, Mortisha and the
unbelievable sex we had, or should I say, she took. All I could think of now was finding Mortisha and
my testicles. For a second, I almost laughed at that thought but then it dawned on me that this was real.
I moved to the edge of the bed and noticed I was dressed only in my shirt. My pants and shoes were lying
on the floor where they had been removed. Slipping my pants on, I thought how strange it was going to be
without my balls. They had been with me forever and it would take a long time to get used to not having
them hanging around. A long list of puns started flashing through my brain. If I wasn't the one missing
my stones, I would be rolling in stitches, shit, there I go again. There was a window with the shade drawn
so I walked over and peeked out. It appeared to be late afternoon and I had to think hard to remember what
day it was. Good thing its Saturday or I would probably get fired for not showing up to work. They would
never believe this story and I'm not sure I would want to tell them anyway. After I finished dressing, I 
walked out into the hall. "The place looks disserted" I thought. I yelled out, "anybody here?" There was
no answer. "I just have to find her," I thought. Looking for the front door, I went down the stairs and 
around to what I thought was the front of the house. The pain coming from where my balls used to be was
aggravated by walking but I needed to get to my Jeep and head back to Boston. "Aw, here it is" I said and
walked out the door.

	After cleaning up at my apartment, I contemplated going to the hospital but the thought of explaining
the details of what happened to my nuts to some doctor and maybe several nurses was too much. I cleaned the 
the wound good and the pain was stating to subside so I didn't feel my health was in danger. Hoping that
Mortisha would be back at Cagney's, I headed there. Along the way, A flurry of activity was all around and
it took several minutes for me to realize that it was Halloween and kids were trick-or-treating. Somehow it
seemed appropriat for the situation. 

	When I walked through the door of Cagney's and saw Mortisha sitting alone at the same table as the
night before, my blood ran cold. All the events of the last twenty four hours flashed before me in a single
second. If I had had a gun, I would have shot her dead on the spot. I walked over to the table, she looked
up at me and smiled. Somehow, all my anger was gone and replaced with curiosity. I asked, "May I sit?"
"Have a seat John." she answered with a smile. I almost forgot why I was there, her smile had a strange
effect on me. All my strong emotions had changed to a feeing of servitude. I quickly shook if off and
asked Mortisha the question that was on my mind.

"Why," I asked.

"Why what John," she answered.

"Why everything, why me," I said.

Mortisha looked at me and I couldn't move. A blanket of obedience engulfed me and all I wanted to do was
please her.

"Well john," she started, "you were there, you wanted me and I needed another eunuch. I have your testicles
and as long as you live, you belong to me. You see john, I am a witch. Not one of those silly wannabes you see in
Salem all the time but a real one. When we had sex, I took more than your balls. I stole your soul as well.
Every October twenty fith through Midnight Old hallow eve, I can create personal slaves. Your body parts
have joined the many others I have collected over the years and you will do anything I ask and give me all
that I desire. I lead an expensive lifestyle so you will need to get a cheaper apartment and live for nothing 
but me." For a moment I just sat there taking in what she had just said to me. Then it hit me, I was smiling,
hanging on every word she uttered. I stood up and used every inch of self control I had left. I raised my arm
intending to strike her but her eyes met mine and I froze. In a flash, I remembered the man that had stood in 
this very place and tried to do the same thing. I turned to the door and started walking, foot in front of 
foot. It was all I could do just to keep moving. Climbing into my Jeep, I started for the expressway not knowing 
where I was going or what I was going to do. That brings us back to my self-distruction, my "ending it all" sort 
of speak. I pushed harder on the gas pedal hoping to go faster as I careened toward the divider. As I moved 
closer to my death, I had the feeling of missing something, of letting someone down, of not pleasing Mortisha. 
I swerved to the left and the old jeep barely maintained its upright position. Hitting the brakes as hard as I 
could, I pulled off the road. When I finally stopped, I contemplated my fate, thinking I would be better off 
dead. I said out loud, "I guess I just don't have the balls for it."

The End.

*JP*

 

	

	




 

