Night of the Giving Head

Authors Forward: Story contains violence, gore, non-consent and incest. Just what any good horror story needs, right?

ALL CHARACTERS, LIVING OR UNDEAD, ARE 18 YEARS OF AGE OR OLDER.

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Johnny and Barbara were on their way to what would be the last Halloween party they, or anyone else, would ever attend. They just didn't know it yet.

Their best friends Tom and Judy held the party every year at their family cabin in the woods of upstate Pennsylvania. It was the perfect setting; away from civilization, set in a clearing surrounded by trees that created a canopy of stars above them. They could party around the bonfire, music playing loudly without fear of disturbing the neighbors. More often than not, if the alcohol was flowing freely enough, and the fall air wasn't too cold, several people would invariably lose their clothing and go skinny dipping in the small lake just behind the cabin.

Not Johnny and Barbara, of course. Or at least, not around each other, if it could be helped. Because who wanted to be naked around their sibling?

At 21, this would be Barbara's first Halloween where she could drink legally. Not that it had stopped her before, of course. Alcohol had become part of the equation long before most of the regular attendees were of age, but there was always someone who could get something.

Now, most of their friends were over 21, and the thrill of ill gotten booze had long since faded. Of course, there was also pot, but even that was far easier to obtain than it used to be. Occasionally, someone would bring something stronger, like cocaine or Xtacy, but neither of them messed with that kind of thing too often.

Barbara had tried X once and wound up having anal sex with a guy she'd just met, and while she didn't regret the experience, she'd decided once was enough, and didn't wanna risk that kind of thing again.

Last year, Johnny had done several lines of coke, and was flying high until he tried to have sex with his girlfriend in the lake and couldn't get it up.

He sometimes wondered if that was the beginning of the end of their relationship. She'd dumped him several months later.

Barbara too was currently single. She didn't have much hope of meeting a guy at the party; all the men she knew would be there were either taken, or just not her type. But she hoped maybe there'd be a few new faces to hopefully mingle with, possibly more than mingle with.

Johnny was having similar thoughts, and as they drove the winding backroads that lead to the cabin, the ride was mostly quiet, both their spirits dampened by the thought of attending what was usually a wild and crazy party single.

But he tried to keep his spirits up, because for him, Halloween was an extra special occasion. It also happened to be his 25th birthday.

His birthday parties had always been combined with Halloween long before the cabin tradition had started, and Johnny didn't mind. To him it was the best of both worlds.

Since both were flying solo, they hadn't really bothered to coordinate costumes.

Johnny had gone all out this year, wearing an almost screen accurate version of the outfit worn by Captain Malcolm Reynolds from Firefly, right down to the long, flowing browncoat he'd stumbled across in a thrift store. Johnny bore just enough of a passing resemblance to actor Nathan Fillion to pull it off, although if he was being honest, he wasn't nearly as handsome.

Barbara, who felt she was getting a little old for silly costumes, had kept it simple. She was dressed as a Sexy Nurse.

Johnny's eyes couldn't help but notice how short Barb's skirt was, or how it was riding up her fishnet covered thighs as she squirmed impatiently in the passenger seat.

"We're gonna be late. Again," Barbara complained.

"Well maybe if you didn't take so long doing your makeup and squeezing your boobs into that tiny outfit, we'd have gotten an earlier start," Johnny grumbled.

"Hey, it takes a while to look this slutty, and I had to tape my boobs because they kept popping out," said Barbara, sounding annoyed.

"T.M.I." said Johnny. He glanced over at her skimpy outfit. "Think you can keep those puppies contained til we get there?"

"Eyes on the rode, pervert," Barbara snapped.

They drove on in silence, except for the radio. Ever since they'd entered the woods, the Wi-Fi was sparse, and streaming music from their phones was next to impossible. That left the car radio, but the only station they could get was a local news channel that was just barely making its way through the static. Johnny had only kept it on as background noise, but now he turned it up to drown out the awkward silence.

An announcer's voice was crackling over the speakers.

"...comet passing through the Earth's atmosphere tonight, previously undetected by NASA until just outside Earth's orbit..."

The radio let loose a loud blast of static, causing Barbara to reach for the volume knob. "Hey, I was listening to that," objected Johnny, smacking her hand away.

He turned the volume back up, just in time to catch,

"...stress that the green glow is simply harmless, low level radiation, and will cause no lasting..."

Out of the corner of Johnny's eye, he saw it. "Barb! Look at that!" he shouted, pointing up and out the front windshield.

There was just enough space between the surrounding trees on either side of the road to see the comet trailing overhead, a bright green speck in the sky. The tail flowing behind it must have been...well, Johnny was no astronomer, but he knew it must be hundreds, perhaps thousands of miles long to leave such a long, visible streak in the dark night sky.

Waves of soft, glowing green energy radiated off the tail in waves, drifting then dissipating into the black.

"Watch out!" Barb cried, and Johnny's eyes went back to the road just in time to avoid the guardrail along the curve he was drifting towards. Righting the car with a jerk of the wheel, he got it under control just in time and continued driving, albeit at a much slower pace for the moment.

"Jesus, Johnny, you almost killed us! It's just a stupid comet. Pay attention to the road, will ya?"

Johnny thought about yelling back at Barb, took a deep breath, gripped the wheel, and let it go. She was right. The comet was cool looking, but not worth dying over.

Yet his eyes couldn't help but flicker upwards whenever he felt it safe, just for a split second, to try and catch a glimpse of the comet as it continued it's long, deceptively slow path across the night sky.

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They arrived at the cabin about twenty minutes later, and the party was already in high gear. They could see the light of the bonfire rising up from behind the cabin, and hear the music coming from the sound system Tom always had set up outside.

The radio was still playing as they pulled next to the other cars lined up in the clearing out front.

"...are now encouraging people to stay indoors...merely a precaution, but..."

Johnny killed the engine. "Thank God," Barb said, scrambling out the door, "I gotta get in there and pee before my bladder bursts!"

Johnny lingered behind for a few seconds, scanning the sky. The comet itself was no longer visible, but it's tail still streaked across the sky as far as he could see. It was a bit unnerving.

Shaking it off, he turned and headed towards the cabin to join the party.

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Fifteen minutes of hugs, handshakes, and a rousing chorus of "Happy Birthday" later, Johnny found himself sitting by the bonfire with an ice cold beer in his hand.

Tom and Judy were making their way over, pausing here and there to chat and take pictures with some of the other guests.

They'd always had great costumes every Halloween, and this year was no different. Tom looked very much the part of Gomez Addams, with his suave mustache and slicked black hair, but it was Judy who truly stole the show. She had the perfect body to pull off Morticia, with her large, full breasts prominently on display in the skin tight black dress. Her thin waist, wide hips and thick, curved ass perfectly filled out the rest of it. She wore a long black wig over her real chestnut blonde hair, and had made her face pale with makeup. Her eyes were blackened with mascara, and her full pouty lips were accentuated with a ruby red lipstick.

Johnny felt a twinge of jealousy towards Tom, as well as a twinge in his trousers.

"Thought you weren't gonna make it, birthday boy," laughed Tom, already weaving slightly off balance. Judy took his arm with the pretense of staying in character, but in reality to help steady him.

"Ah, you know...sisters," shrugged Johnny.

"Speaking of, where is Barb?" asked Judy.

"Last I saw her she was making a beeline for the bathroom," said Johnny.

Looking around, he eventually spotted Barbara chatting with a tall, muscular, good looking black man dressed as Blade the vampire hunter. He towered over Barbara's shorter frame, and Johnny was pretty sure the guy was taking advantage of his costume's sunglasses to stare down Barb's ample cleavage. Not that she was making any effort to hide it; leaning forward towards him, then arching her back and jutting out her chest with laughter at something witty he'd apparently said.

"There she is," said Johnny, pointing. "Who's that she's with?"

"Oh that's Ben," answered Tom. "He's a new hire at the office this year, good guy. Thought it'd be nice to invite him."

Johnny wasn't sure about how "good" Ben was with the way he was leering at his sister's tits, but he supposed he couldn't blame him. If Barb was gonna flaunt them like that, guys were gonna look. But that was her business, not his.

Judy wandered off to go say hi to Barbara, and Johnny was just about to go get another beer, when he heard an unknown voice call out from over by the lake. "Hey guys, come check this out!"

Johnny, Tom, and several others made their way over towards the lake and came across a shocking sight.

Two of the party guests were engaged in a rather extreme public display of affection. Johnny didn't recognize them at first, only their Raggedy Ann and Andy costumes. Then he realized the guy was an old college buddy, Harry. That would, hopefully, make the woman currently servicing him his fiance, Helen.

It was dark, but between the stars and the bonfire, there was enough light to make out the details. Harry was sprawled on his back in the sand. Helen was on her hands and knees, her head in his lap, bobbing up and down furiously, giving him a quite enthusiastic blowjob.

"Yeah, you go girl!" a random voice yelled, to several cheers from the gathering crowd. "Get it, Harry!" another voice called.

Something about the whole thing didn't sit right with Johnny. Oh, there was always some sex going on at these parties over the years, but it was usually hidden away; couples sneaking off into the cabin or, if particularly bold, a quick, quiet tryst in the lake or woods. There were also the occasional streakers and skinny dippers, male and female, but in all the years since the beginning, there had never been such a bold, open display of sexual activity as this.

He'd always known Harry and Helen to be a pretty reserved couple; public sex just wasn't their style. Yet there they were; Harry, his baggy blue costume shorts pulled down unceremoniously around his knees. Helen, her short gingham skirt doing nothing to cover her petite ass, showing off her white panties with red polka dots to anyone who wanted to look.

Most of the crowd was still cheering them on but, perhaps because he was still sober, Johnny began to notice some disturbing details.

Harry's eyes were a blank stare. His mouth was agape, his tongue lolling listlessly. His body was twisted and contorted, as if he had collapsed in an unconscious heap. Except for his chest heaving with breath, he wasn't moving.

Helen's face was obscured, but her body language was all wrong. Her back was arched high and tense. Her hands were dug into the sand on either side of Harry's hips, digging into it with fierce clutches. Animalistic grunts came from her throat as her head rocked frantically. She looked less like a lover giving head, and more like a lioness devouring her kill.

Suddenly Harry's head shot up, his eyes flaring back to life, and he let out a loud scream that didn't sound like pleasure at all. Helen's head stopped moving, Harry's cock still buried deep in her throat. Johnny could hear the eerily wet sounds of sucking, and watched as Helen's throat convulsed, swallowing rapidly.

There were several cheers and rounds of applause from the drunken party goers that ceased immediately when Helen spun around and lifted herself to her feet. As if on cue, the music that had been continually playing behind everyone stopped.

Helen's doll makeup was smeared in a horrifying mess across her usually beautiful, round face. Her mouth and chin were dripping with a mix of semen, saliva, and red lipstick. Her lips were twisted in an animalistic snarl, her teeth gnashing wildly.

But it was her eyes that terrified Johnny the most. The whites had gone blood red, as if every capillary in them had burst at once. Her pupils were wide and dilated. The irises of her eyes, formerly a beautiful, soft brown, now glowed a radioactive green that Johnny recognized instantly, although it would be some time yet before he fully comprehended it.

Helen turned and faced the horrified onlookers, her body hunched, arms wide at her sides. Her fingers hooked like talons. Letting out an unearthly howl, she turned and fled into the woods.

Ten seconds of silence later, all hell broke loose.

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Somewhere behind Johnny, someone screamed. Then another. Then several screams at once. Then came the sound of running.

Johnny turned to face the noise and was met with a mind boggling scene.

A group of several men, many Johnny knew, some he didn't, were sprinting across the yard and around the cabin, apparently heading for their cars, or at least anywhere away from here. They were being chased by several women, running after them like a pack of rabid dogs, howling madly.

The men who weren't running were either collapsed on the ground or standing transfixed, unmoving. The remaining women were at them, pulling at their pants, ripping buttons and breaking zippers in a frenzied effort to free their dicks. Dropping to their knees, or all fours, they began to suck their cocks hungrily.

Each and every man had full erections.

Johnny turned to Tom, trying to stem his rising panic. "What the hell is happening?"

Tom wasn't paying attention to Johnny. Instead, he was looking back towards the insane orgy. "Hey!" yelled Tom, "HEY! What the fuck???" He took off in a dash, Johnny close behind him.

The object of Tom's attention was Judy. She was currently on her knees, servicing a mutual friend, Phil, who stood there, static and rigid, as Judy's ruby red lips engulfed his raging hard-on.

Tom thought this quite strange and objectionable behavior, given that, one: Judy was his wife, and two: Phil was very openly gay.

"Judy!" Tom yelled. "What the HELL are you doing? Stop that right now, or I'll..."

Instead of finishing his threat, Tom lurched towards Judy. Her head whipped up in a frenzy, growling at him. Her eyes were the same horror as Helen's had been, bloodshot red and glowing green.

Tom jumped back from her, startled. Judy growled at him again, a growl Johnny recognized from his experiences while hunting. It was a warning, the snarl of a female predator defending its cub, or it's kill. Judy slowly turned her head and went back to sucking Phil's cock.

Tom, either because of shock or alcohol, clearly did not recognize the warning, and lunged towards his wife again. Johnny tried to grab his arm, hold him back, but it was too late.

Tom grabbed Judy by her hair. "You fucking slut..." he began.

He never finished. What happened next happened in a split seconds time, but for Johnny it played out in slow motion, in horrifying, vivid detail.

Judy let loose an ear splitting screech, and suddenly her face was blasted in a spray of hot thick blood. Her head whipped to one side with a terrible ripping sound as more blood gushed.

She was on her feet with preternatural speed, Phil's torn and shredded penis dangled from her mouth, dripping. Whirling on her husband, her arm swung out savagely, fingernails poised like claws, and ripped out his throat.

Tom's blood gushed like a fountain, spraying all over his already blood soaked wife. Phil collapsed to the ground, screaming in agony. Tom couldn't scream at all. He grasped his throat, trying to stem the blood flow. He dropped to his knees, gasped silently once, twice, then fell over. He was dead before he hit the ground.

The thing that used to be Judy looked at both her victims for only a second before turning towards Johnny, who stood frozen in abject horror. Then, letting out a howl much like Helen before her, she ran off towards the woods.

From out of nowhere, a tall, dark figure dressed in black swooped in and knelt down beside Phil. It was Ben, the guy Johnny saw talking with Barbara earlier.

"Barbara!" Johnny yelped. "Where's my sister???"

"I don't know," grunted Ben. He was trying to apply pressure to Phil's groin with a towel to staunch the bleeding. It wasn't helping much; the white towel stained red almost instantly. "You got a phone? Call 911, man! Then find some more towels, I have to stop the bleeding before he bleeds out."

Johnny snapped out of his trance and dug around in his pockets until he found his phone. He dialed 911, but got no connection. Tried it again, still nothing. Third try, he got a busy signal, then disconnected. "How the hell does 911 have a BUSY signal?" Johnny thought.

He tried several more calls; his parents, Tom's parents, 911 again, his boss from work, nothing. Apparently all cell lines were down.

"Nothing, no signal," said Johnny. "Towels," Ben grunted, still struggling to hold Phil and keep pressure on his wound. Johnny thought about exactly what had caused that wound and almost vomited, but managed to control his gorge.

He turned to look for a towel and froze in his tracks. Several more men were still in the yard with them. All were frozen in place, each one being sucked ravenously by maddened, cock craving women.

"Stay clear of them," Ben's voice came from behind. "They should ignore you as long as you don't interfere. Now find something, a towel, a blanket, anything! Go, now!"

Johnny went, giving the insane women and their hapless victims a wide berth. He found two towels on some lawn chairs and quickly returned with them.

Ben took the new towels and put them over the one he was currently holding, which had completely soaked through. Phil had stopped moving, and his screams were now low, raspy gasps. His face was ghostly white, and his eyes had rolled back in his head. It wasn't looking good.

Johnny stood, shocked and silent, and watched his friend die.

Ben checked for breathing, checked for a pulse, and found neither. He stood, his blood stained hand grabbed Johnny by the arm. "We gotta get out of here, now! You got a car, right? Let's go back to town, find the police, we can..."

Johnny pulled away from him. "Not without Barbara!" he yelled. "Barbara? Barbara!" Johnny turned towards the cabin, calling his sister's name.

The women let loose low warning growls; the closest one stopped sucking her entranced victim's cock and turned her head towards Johnny menacingly.

Ben grabbed Johnny by the shoulders, spun him around, shook him. "Will you shut UP, man? You want them coming after you? If your sister's around, she's probably as mad as the rest! We gotta get out of here, understand? Go get help!"