The Thin End of the Wedge

A Sally Slut Halloween Special.

"Trick or treat!!"

Sally opened the door for the seventh time that evening, clutching the Tupperware bowl of sweets. It was looking a little empty now but the children didn't seem to care, so long as they got something, and that something contained sugar.

She was faced with two, identical, green-faced witches. Guarded by a very bored-looking Minoton. The witches looked like the baddie from the Wizard of Oz, or perhaps from Wicked. Sally knew the family. A boy, followed twelve years later, and most unexpectedly, by twin girls. So, identical six year old faces, with identical make-up, in identical costumes, with identical swag bags, looked up expectantly. Sally made sure that each girl got exactly the same chocolates.

"Thank you Mrs Sally," they chorused.

"You're very welcome, girls," replied Sally, then she had an idea. "Glen," she said, to the guardian Minoton. "You're a very good brother looking after your sisters. When you're finished for the evening why don't you pop back for a treat of your own."

The golden figure smiled. Glen was dressed most unusually. He had avoided the traditional zombie, mummy, vampire or axe murderer and was the Minoton, the minotaur shaped construct from the movie Sinbad and the Eye of the Tiger. It was one of Sally's favourite fantasy movies with Sinbad facing the evil sorceress Zenobia, and special stop-motion effects by the famous Ray Harryhausen. A classic movie that is still appreciated by fans even today.

"Can't you give him his treat now?" asked the witch to the left. It was hard to tell the difference between the girls normally, with costumes and make up on Sally found it impossible to work out if it was Wanda or Wilma speaking.

"Not really," Sally replied. "It's a special treat for older boys and he has to come and collect it."

Two pairs of six year old eyes stared hard at her in disbelief.

"It's not ready yet," explained Sally, hoping that this would both satisfy the girls and send the message to Glen. He smiled, nodded, and put a hand on each little shoulder. Then, turning them around, he pointed the girls back down the path and onwards to the next house. To the next hoard of sugary treasure.

Sally closed the door and hoped that Glen would be brave enough to return. She'd not had a shift at The Splendor today so she was feeling very randy. And Tom was away at one of his building events. He'd gone with George and Sven so they were probably up to their armpits in very accommodating whores at this point. She found it a bit frustrating that he'd gone off to have fun and left her to feed the neighbourhood kids their Halloween treats.

There were two more groups of kids before a knock on the door came that was unusually strong and precise. An adult's knock. Sally opened the door to a small group. There was Diana, from the Manor House, her chauffeur who seemed to have the duty of knocking on doors and carrying excess chocolate, and a bunch of kids, of very mixed ages, who were the children of their tenants. This was one of Diana's charitable events, she always treated the kids each year to a Halloween party which included a wander around the village to 'trick or treat'.

Sally looked at the bowl, there wasn't enough to satisfy this mob. She invited them in and raided the kitchen cupboards to top it up. And, whilst the kids delved in supervised by the chauffeur, Sally pulled Diana to one side.

"I've invited Glen back for a treat." she confided, quietly. "He came around earlier with his little sisters."

"Ooh," said Diana, licking her lips. "I think I know the lad."

"He looked bored stiff," Sally admitted. "I thought I might be able to give him a treat that would make him stiff in a different way."

"He's just a poor boy," said Diana. "From a poor family. Tell you what, I'll get Max to drop the kids off home and I'll give you the whole story."

"That would be nice," agreed Sally.

"It'll cost you," grinned Diana.

"Cost me?" Sally echoed, wondering what the cost would be, and if she could afford it.

"We share the lad. I rather like them inexperienced."

"Oh yes," said Sally. "That's fine with me."

And so it was organised. Max shepherded the kids out and to the limo and Diana settled in the living room with a gin and tonic. She kicked off her shoes and lay back with a satisfied sigh.

"So, what's the story?" asked Sally.

"Glen's parents were so happy when his mother fell pregnant but they made the classic error of becoming fixated on one gender," said Diana.

"Let me guess," said Sally. "They wanted a girl."

"Yes," said Diana, with a sad tone of voice. Neither Diana or Sally had been blessed with children, despite both of them having had plenty of opportunity to catch on. Diana looked as if she would have been happy, in Glen's parents situation, to have a child of either gender. She continued, "They decided the baby was a girl and everything was prepared for Glenda."

"Only for a boy to pop out."

"Yes," Diana continued. "They had to acknowledge he was a boy, Glenda became Glen, but they never really got over the disappointment. Until years later when the twin girls arrived."

"It must have been strange for Glen," mused Sally.

"Yes, he grew up knowing his parents had wanted a girl. He coped, but he could very easily have decided to be a drag queen, or decided to change his gender with surgery, but he didn't."

Sally was intrigued, "So what did he do?"

"He was a farmer's lad, he looked around for the most masculine role model, and found it in the family's bull."

"Really?" Sally was surprised.

"Yes," said Diana. "He has pictures of bulls on his bedroom walls, supports Bradford Bulls rugby club, and loves movies with bulls or minotaurs."

"His Halloween costume was Minoton," said Sally.

"That would fit," agreed Diana. "I was considering making the lad an offer, a wild transformation he'd like, and a job with our porn company."

Sally was puzzled by this statement but there was no opportunity to quiz Diana for, at that moment, the doorbell went. Sally answered it. It was Glen, no longer in costume but wearing a Bradford Bulls jacket and blue jeans, looking like any other eighteen year old. Well any other eighteen year old that ate healthily, didn't smoke or drink, and got plenty of exercise at the gym.

"Come in Glen," she said. "Diana and I are ready for your treat."

Glen allowed himself to be taken upstairs by the ladies, and happily enjoyed a shower with them. This was a messy, splashy, giggly, event since it was hard for all three to fit in Sally's ordinary sized shower. As a consequence there was a lot of rubbing of bodies against each other and, by the time they had finished, they were all feeling very aroused. Diana even managed to give Glen's cock a bit of a sucking. It rose manfully and promised good things to come.

On the bed he was fixated on backsides, seemingly preferring the sight of rounded butt cheeks to breasts. He kissed and licked Diana's arse and lapped between her cunt lips until she wriggled, jerked and came, very loudly. Sally watched patiently encouraging the pair, and awaiting her turn. When it arrived she was not disappointed as Glen sucked hard at her cunt whilst massaging her buttocks. His tongue was strong and long and Sally quickly felt the warm glow that came before her orgasm.

"Shit Glen!" she screamed. "Oh my God, you are so good at this."

Then he prepared them for mounting. That was the only way Sally could think of it.

"Kneel by the bed please," he said. "As if you were doing your bedtime prayers"

Sally thought it was a long time since she'd knelt by her bedside praying for the Lord her Soul to Keep. Nowadays she prayed for much more erotic things as she approached a bed, though still with the same passion. Please let him be blessed with a dirty great cock, Lord.

Having got Diana and Sally kneeling up side by side Glen stood between them and put a hand on their shoulder, pushing them forward and down until they were laid with their chests and abdomens flat on the bed, and their bottoms has risen to show puckered arse holes and moist, welcoming cunts.

"Now rest on the bed and relax," he said. "I like it this way. I've had half the girls in the village this way, and Mandy even did it in the frame."

Sally had visited one of the Manor farms when she was young and had witnessed a bull fertilising a cow. The cow was introduced to a frame and the bull had been led up behind it. Then the bull had heaved it's immense bulk onto the back of the cow and thrust home with its pizzle. Half a dozen thrusts, accompanied by much bellowing, and the deed had been done.

Glen was clearly trying to give them a similar experience. Once Diana and Sally were in position he came up behind Diana, put his hands on her shoulder blades, pushing her down onto the bed, and, without using his hands to aim, thrust. Unlike a typical boy Glen seemed to know his anatomy well enough to not need hands to steer himself into a well lubricated cunt. Sally, glancing back, could see him powering into her friend. Hips slamming forward, driving his strong cock home. There was no subtlety, like the animal he was trying to imitate he was not interested in anything other than getting as deep as possible and planting his seed in her.

Luckily for Diana he was young, fit, and capable of greater endurance than his counterpart. This was no brief coupling of Bull to Cow. He powered on past ten, twenty, thirty thrusts, then suddenly paused.

Sally thought he'd cum inside Diana who had been grasping the sheets with her hands, hanging on for dear life against the pounding she was being given. But no, he was just switching partners. Now it was Sally's turn to be penetrated. She lay, smiling at Diana, while Glen pushed into her. A single thrust taking him from tip to root. Followed immediately by rapid pounding. His cock felt good in her, so hard and hot, and so very, very active. The Red in her system rose to meet his efforts and soon she was squealing like a pig as her orgasm hit her.

It's all very farmyard today, she thought, listening to herself making animal squeaks and shrieks. Then she whimpered with disappointment as Glen abandoned her and returned to Diana. To give the lad his due he did share himself out and Sally wondered who would eventually get the fertilisation. It was Diana.

Having indulged his fantasy Glen was much more flexible with the remainder of the evening and they swapped and sucked and fucked each other in every combination possible for another hour. Then it was time for Glen to go home.

Diana took Sally aside as Glen showered.

"Glen has asked to join our new film company, and has agreed to have some changes. I think you will find it interesting. Do you want me to get in touch when I've something to show you?"

"Oh yes," said Sally. "That would be nice."

And Diana gave her a big kiss and departed leaving Sally wondering what on earth she meant by 'some changes', and what 'changes' Glen was going to have? Eventually she fell asleep and dreamed of being a heifer under a wonderful bull, mooing her happiness to the autumn moon as her udders shook under the onslaught.

A week after Diana had made her mysterious pronouncement about Glen she sent an SMS message to Sally.

'I now have something to show you. The car will be with you in ten minutes.'

Sally was intrigued, and puzzled. How did Diana know she wasn't working today? Did she know Sven? Was she in contact with The Splendor? Or was this just a casual invitation that had been sent out, more in hope than expectation? Sally wrote back.

'Sounds interesting. See you soon.'

The car duly arrived and soon Sally was at the Manor. But, instead of Sally getting out, Diana got in and the chauffeur took them down some leafy lanes at the back of the Mansion until a lake came into view.

Here the chauffeur parked up and swapped driving for piloting a wonderful 1920's style launch across the lake to a small island.

"We've rented out the folly on the island to a radical scientist," explained Diana.

"Ooh!" said Sally, not knowing what else to say. Science was not her best subject at school, and she'd definitely not learned much more in the intervening years. Her best subject at school was quick blow jobs behind the bike sheds, but Diana probably already knew that. She seemed to know everything else about her.

Diana continued, "Dr. Moreau has been in residence here for a year now and her work is producing some great results."

The name seemed vaguely familiar to Sally. But, as they steadily approached this island of Dr. Moreau, she just couldn't work out where she'd heard it before.

"What are we going to see, Diana?" she asked.

"We're going to see Glen, he's having some enhancements, courtesy of Dr. Moreau."

The folly, a sort of mock Greek temple, had been thoroughly revamped and was now the frontage to a very modern looking clinic. There was a girl behind the reception desk who nodded at Diana and buzzed the pair of them through to the treatment area.

A double door in front of them looked like the sort of doors you got to a theatre in a hospital. And beside them was a set of stairs up. Diana led the way up the stairs which took the pair to an observation gallery over some sort of treatment area. Sally's instinct about the doors had been right.

On a theatre table, under very bright lights, lay a man and it took a few moments before Sally realised it was Glen. He was laid naked, with just a towel over his genitals for modesty. He certainly had changed.

"He's part way through the process," said Diana.

Glen's skin tone had darkened and was now a rich terracotta brown in colour. His chest and shoulders had widened and the muscles had become much more pronounced, though his hips remained as narrow as ever. There was a subtle change to his head, it was broader around the brow and his nose had widened and flattened. It looked like his face was starting to bulge forward. His lips were very thick and a long tongue lolled out of the side of his mouth.

He was asleep, presumably unconscious, and his chest rose and fell with great long breaths. An elegant woman, dressed in hospital scrubs, was fussing around him. On trays nearby were dozens of syringes full of coloured liquids. Sally couldn't see any scalpels or other surgical equipment. Whatever was happening to Glen clearly did not involve being operated upon. But it did involve a lot of needles.

The woman injected a site on Glen's temple and then picked up what looked like a piece of bone, or it might have been horn, and pressed it into place. She held it there for a minute and then released her fingers. It stayed put. She repeated the process on his other temple and Sally was reminded of Mr Tumnus from The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe. From Glen's curly hair it looked like two little horns were peeking.

"Dr Moreau is basing her work on her ancestor's studies," explained Diana. "He tried to create a superior race by introducing human elements into animals."

"Ah," said Sally. "And that's what's happening here."

"Not exactly," replied Diana. "That experiment, back in Victorian times, went terribly wrong. Our good doctor is introducing animal traits into people. Which works much better. She also does a good line in enhancements using the best of one person and putting it into another. You know, bigger boobs, fatter lips, that sort of thing."

"Gosh," said Sally. She had no idea how this worked, too much science, but she could see how it was making Glen different. And the idea of better boobs was rather appealing.

"Would you like to be a porn star?" asked Diana.

"A porn star, how?"

"We've started up a film company. Monsters Unleashed we've called it. The idea is to do some sexy movies where the girls meet a classic monster, and get a good seeing to."

"Sounds interesting," said Sally, with the Red in her system giving a second thumbs up.

"Glen will be ready soon, just needs the changes to really take hold and some injections to adjust his thoughts. Next week at the same time suit you?"

It did.

A week later Sally was back on the estate hoping she was in for a real Halloween adventure, and looking forward to it.

This time the car took her to one of the older farms on the estate which, she discovered, had been converted into studios. There were small rooms for more intimate productions and a giant sound stage. Diana took her to the changing rooms and pointed out her locker. Sally knew the routine. There would be a costume in here.

There was. It looked like a leather bikini and she stripped off hurriedly and took a closer look. The garment had a label on it. In Diana's handwriting it said ...

Careful when you put these on. The seams are designed to part when pressure is put on them. You don't want to lose them too early! Diana.

Sally carefully pulled on the knickers and found they were crotchless. Soft leather was decorated with Celtic style swirls and the crotchless area was cunningly designed with fine straps to push out and emphasise the cunt lips. The same design was on the bra, which supported her breasts, pushed them up and out, but left the nipples and most of the aureoles uncovered. In the locker was a deadly looking spear. Sally picked it up and found it was made out of some sort of stiff foam. Perhaps foam on a piece of wood or plastic.

She looked at herself in the full-length mirror. I look like a warrior princess she thought, a very slutty warrior princess.

Diana returned with a woman about Sally's age. She was pear-shaped, with smallish breasts, less of a tummy than Sally but with a much larger bottom.

"Sally," Diana said. "Meet Bridget."

Kisses and hugs were exchanged and Sally worked out that Bridget was going to be in the same film. This seemed strange because Bridget didn't look like any porn actress Sally had seen. She had dowdy red-brown hair and a grumpy expression. The corners of her mouth turned down disapprovingly, and her lacklustre hair and sloppy makeup spoke of a woman who had given up on her appearance years ago. Her only concession to sluttishness was that she was wearing a push up bra, under a low cut dress, that lifted her breasts almost as high as her shoulders. Inside the bra her soft tits quivered with every angry movement she made.

Diana took her to a locker and Sally watched in interest as Bridget was asked to strip. The woman looked a bit disconcerted as she slowly took her clothes off in front of two, fascinated, women. Her face was very rounded and had the ruddy complexion of a farm worker. And, as she stripped, Sally could see she had a lot more upper arm strength than the usual housewife. Her breasts, released from the push up bra, were narrow and sagged similarly to Sally's, except that the nipples and aureoles were firmer, and very pointed. The effect was like having two banana's strapped to her chest. Her stomach was rounded but not too large, there were just a couple of crease lines above her pudenda. She had the most hairy cunt Sally had seen for a long time. Her dark mound was flanked by her wide hips and generous thighs and, when she turned around, Sally could see she had a magnificent posterior.

Diana provided Bridget with her costume and soon Bridget was standing in front of the mirror in thigh boots, very short shorts and a braless thin blouse that was tied up in a bow at the front to reveal her tummy. Inside the blouse, barely concealed by the thin material, her nipples thrust repeatedly at the material as if they were trying to escape.

Bridget stood, looking increasingly nervous.

"Don't worry Bridget," said Sally. "Once the sex starts it'll all be great fun."

"I've not done this before," replied Bridget. "Have you ever opened your legs to a stranger?"