I knew that being born on Halloween would always be a problem for me. It first started out when my mother said she needed alone time when I was 7 years old. After not hearing from my mother for 11 years it was a shock when she asked me to come to the small ranch she owned.
I asked my dad if I could go for my 18th birthday and my dad said it would be okay. I drove my ruddy old pickup truck down to the ranch and after finding it partially abandoned and empty I went back to the car and saw a figure in a dark robe leaning against my truck holding my keys that were in my pocket.
"Give them back," I told the figure and pulled back it's hood to reveal my mother who looked no older than the picture that is hanging in my dad's room.
"Hello, Erica," my mother told me handing me my keys.
I looked at this woman who looked no older than 26 and claimed to be my mother.
"I got your bed ready for when you came," she said and started to lead me into the ranch.
She showed me the bed and I climbed right into it and feel asleep and woke on a hard cold stone alter my mouth gagged and my ankles and my wrists to the alter my pussy available to all who wanted it.
"Erica you're awake," she told me as she got over to me and stroked my cheek.
I mumbled something gibberish and tried to get her to explain what was going on.
"Let me catch you up. Every year on Halloween at midnight the lesbian goddess need a virgin sacrifice to stay alive. You tonight will be that sacrifice."