Disclaimer: All characters in this fictional story are 18 years or older.
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I hated being late. Rushing around to get ready for my best friend Sissy's Halloween party, I forgot to get gas. With Sissy living out of town on a country road, it was not the ideal place to be sitting. And forgetting my cellphone on my dresser at home just demonstrated what kind of night this had become. Wearing my witch costume, I decided my only way out of this mess was to walk back to town and call for a ride.
My name is Sheila, and at 42, I was a divorced woman who spent most of my time with Sissy. She was always there for me, and she urged me to get out, and telling me there were some really nice single guys invited to her party, it would be a chance for me to mingle. I considered myself a plain, old-fashioned gal, who got a lot of attention for my large breasts. I had no problem getting dates, but always knew they wanted me for my tits, and not my mind. Even my ex-husband ran off with his secretary, who was even larger in that physical department.
I walked back in the direction I had driven, the night dark with a bright full moon. It felt eerie and I was a bit on edge, as the stories about some strange people living out here in this remote area were legendary in town. There were several murders and kidnappings, but the criminals were never found. So, to be here alone, and in this Halloween costume, I had decided that I would be hot inside of it at the party. So I chose to just wear my skimpiest panties and bra, which would make me feel a little more comfortable. But the cool night breeze was stirring my nipples, making them hard, which always turned me on.
Then, I came to a clump of trees, and heard a rustling. Before I could see, a black figure came out, and wrapped an arm around my neck, cutting off the air to my lungs. I also felt a sharp object poking my ribs.
A gruff voice uttered, "What have we here? A witch out in the dark of night. Now, you can scream all you want, but there is nobody here except you and me. And I just hate screamers, so it would be perfect to just use this trusty knife and leave you here to be devoured by the wild animals."
I was in fear for my life. He eased up a bit so I could breathe, which brought on a coughing spell from me. I wondered how this night could become worse, until I heard the sounds of metal rubbing making clinking noise.
That rough voice spoke again, "You are going to be a good witch for me now, won't you? If you do as I say, you may get to live, come morning. But, I am not the understanding type, so what will it be, Miss Witchy?"
"Please don't hurt me, Mister. I just want to go home," I begged him.
He laughed, and then I felt the knife against my ribs harder. I was very scared, as here I was out in the middle of nowhere, and fearing for my life. He was very strong, and continued to hold me with one hand, while he waited out my predicament.
"Put your arms and hands under your costume. Do it now!"
I had no idea what was in store for me, but I quickly reached up and worked on moving my arms and hands under the costume. I thought about running when he eased his arm from me, but the knife remained at my side, as I saw it glistening in the moonlight. I felt that I best to do as he asked, for I didn't want to risk running and him catching me.
"Now, that's a good little witch. I have plans for you tonight. We are going to have a party, and you will be the center of attention. Now put your hands behind your back, Missy," he said.
Then I felt the knife poking me again, with my costume being lifted from the rear. I stuck my hands behind me, under my costume. Then I felt my wrists being schackled with handcuffs, making me understand now what the metal rubbing sound that I had heard earlier really was. Now I was at his mercy, and I was scared at wit's end!
"That's good, now let's check out the goods."
I felt his hands reach around me, holding me, but yet they grasped my breasts. He was pawing them, and I knew he could feel my perky nipples. It was still chilly, plus despite trying not to enjoy it, his hands were doing magic to my breasts. Having my breasts played with, and my nipples rubbed was the recipe for me giving in sexually to any man. His hands were rough, but he definitely had me in his control as I felt my bra slipping below my breasts.
He said, "Nice tits, Missy. I think we don't need this bra now, do we. You like that, my hands on them. I know a slut when I feel one."
I just moaned as he soon removed the bra, and his hands returning to my breasts and nipples. He ran my nipples between his thumbs and fingers, and I could feel my panties getting soaked. I knew I should have worn more under my costume, but I also knew tonight, it wouldn't have mattered.
Then his one hand slid to my pussy, feeling my soaked crotch. His finger slid between the pantied pussylips, and my clit was now on fire from the rubbing. My legs were getting weak, as he soon began to pull my panties down my thighs.
"What a slut, your cunt is soaked, Witchy. My boys and I are going to have so much fun tonight, and you will be the perfect hostess. Now if you are good to us, we'll let you go. But, if you think I can be a mean bastard, my sons are even rougher," he stated.
I knew this was now a rape, but as he held me tight, there was nothing I could do to stop him. My body was betraying me, and I yearned to be touched, like he was now doing. Despite the roughness of his face against my cheek, his finger now deep in my pussy, was bringing me to orgasm.