*A Word of Caution; This third part is long and it certainly not the final part of Mavis' Halloween story. It contains intense erotic and fetish elements, as well as elements of disturbing horror, so the author advises that if any reader feels like they would be disturbed or offended by this portion of the story, it may be a good idea not to read it. If, however, you have enjoyed the previous parts of the story so far and are ok with erotic horror, then please, continue. If you want to read this but haven't read the previous two parts, the author encourages you to look at them.
So we begin.*
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Agonised souls wriggled all about her. A deep penetration in her skull filled it with shrieking screams and howls of terror and pain mixed with euphoria. Male voices and female voices, thousands, all roaring in palpating agony.
She felt the freezing, black chill surround her being like she was plunging into a frozen, watery abyss. The dark, malevolent chuckle growled in her ear as it tempted her on. As it awakened her most deviant needs, her most maniacal vices, her most evil temptations.
Arousal ripped through her body like a searing hot knife, slicing into every fibre of her being. Fear hurtled uncontrollably in her mind and settled in the deepest recesses of her core. The abject arousal and numbing fear seethed within her, convecting slowly and painfully in her soul. It was all she could do to slowly bend her head back, close her eyes and they rolled up, as the screaming creature within awoke, lest the volcanic sensations began bursting out of her.
The black hands skittered all over Lucy, entering every orifice, just how Mavis commanded them to. Lucy wasn't aware of this, but her body and Mavis' body crawled with rough black hands, poking, groping and squeezing at everything. Some hands even cracked their fingers before getting down to business. Some smacked and swatted at each other, and balled up into fists as they fought over the flesh they so desperately wanted. Some even flipped the middle finger to others.
"Dare, Lucy, dare me. Dare me Lucy!" Lucy sat back with the glass of wine and chuckled at how entranced Mavis was, how she begged. Lucy took her time, making Mavis grab and shake her arm.
"Lucy, dare me, Lucy come on!" Mavis was almost unhinged, violent. The shy girl was unleashed and now a horny, transformed woman was emerging, hungry for anything that will satisfy her deepest needs. She was consumed with desire for Lucy.
Wine jumped out of Lucy's glass and splashed on her naked chest as Mavis desperately shook her. Mavis gasped as she lunged at Lucy and ran her tongue hungrily over the bare skin, licking up the spilled wine. Her tongue was ravenous. If Mavis could have started chewing on Lucy's skin just to pleasure herself she would have.
Lucy had to gasp and laugh at the uncontrollable young woman who had moved to the soft flesh of her breast. A stream of blood red wine fell from Lucy's glass and trickled down her body between her breasts as she tipped her glass over herself. Mavis had all but mounted Lucy just to get at the wine covered skin. Lucy suddenly pushed Mavis back at feeling the abrupt moisture of the mad womans tongue swirling on her nipple. Mavis bit the nipple with her teeth as she was pushed away, trying to hold on to it as if for dear life, until she finally got too far to hold it and it snapped back to Lucy's chest, shaking the perfect swell of flesh that the erect nipple topped.
"Take off your panties Mavis." Lucy let her out of her misery with a grin. Mavis stopped in her muttering and ramblings and she smiled. She beamed up at Lucy, and almost laughed as she slowly, deliberately stood up and pulled up her witches dress, which was hindered under her naval by the corset.
Unshamefully, and confidently she revealed her bare privates, covered in her dark matt of short pubic hair. Lucy's eyes widened in surprise as she choked and spat out her wine. Mavis looked down at Lucy, in front of her and parted her legs slightly, allowing a line of pussy juice to stretch between her soaked vulva and the opening legs. The parting legs caused the line of pussy juice to stretch thinly and break, making it dribble down to the floor. The thick smell of arousal hit Lucy like a heavyweight boxers knockout punch. Mavis pushed her fingers between her sopping lips and spread them open, showing the glistening, wet pink within. Her other hand at the knot in the lines of fabric holding her blouse together and revealed her pale, free tits, soft and firm in the warm air.
Lucy couldn't see it, but Mavis knew that the hands were there. Slapping her erupting pussy, flicking and pinching her engorged clitoris, violently fingering and stretching her raw, seeping vagina. Some hands were at her ass hole, doing anything from simply tickling it, to stretching it open, to hanging down from inside the tight hole by a finger.