I steel myself. I'm not here for some damn Halloween party. I'm here for the woman who ruined my life. I'm here to confront my kidnapper.
My girlfriend Hanna and I were always a little kinky. We shared a perverted sense of humor. That Halloween, in fact, we dressed as Hansel and Gretel. We got a real kick out of the faces people would make as we made out. We took a short cut down a little side road passing by an old cottage. A window opened on the second floor and the witch leaned out.
That was not a mere insult. She was dressed as the Wicked Witch: black dress, black hat, green skin, the works. Instead of being old and ugly she was maybe in her thirties and hot as hell. Her dress did little to hide her massive melons.
"Happy Halloween!" she shouted down.
"Happy Halloween!" we called back.
"Wouldn't you like to come in for a cold drink or... something, my pretties?"
"Well, waddaya think? Shall we stop by?" I asked.
"Damn, look at those jugs! She's bigger than I am! Yeah, OK, Brian. Let's go. I think I could use another drink. Maybe she just knows you got a very big dick and wants to play."
"Ha, ha. I don't think so. OK, let's go in then."
I shutter at the memory. I notice I've been shivering for awhile now. I was wearing nothing but my high school jersey and shorts both of which I had outgrown, and it was getting late. I doubt that's why though. It's more likely the fear and anticipation of tonight's event.
She's here. She's dressed the same as last year. She's going into Ms. Richard's party like she does every Halloween. At least that's what all her socials say. Someone chases after her. Two people. A guy and a girl. They're dressed as little German children? Did she plan this? Does she know I'm here? Is she mocking me? Is this a sign from God? It this just a coincidence? I have no idea. I need to find out.
I head inside. A busty older redhead is greeting guests while holding the leash of a collared boy dressed as an X-Man. This must be Ms. Richards. I pass her and head to the back. I search for a while passing a guy in a hoodie carving pumpkins while a sexy ass pink cowgirl makes all over him. I don't see my former kidnapper anywhere.
I'm in the back of the house now. All I see are bedrooms. I'm grabbed from behind and roughly yanked into one. I'm tossed onto the bed and before I know it I'm hogtied. She's sitting there looking at me.
"Hello again, my handsome Hansel."
This was not the first time she'd got the jump on me. The problem is I should have known better. Not like last time. Last time I had no idea what we were getting ourselves into.
We sat on the couch as she fixed us drinks from the little island bar separating her living room from the kitchen. Neither of us could tear our eyes from the shape of generous ass under her short dress. It had clearly been painted too.
"What's your name, my handsome Hansel?" she asked, handing me my drink.
"Brian."
"And yours, you glorious Gretel?"
"Hanna," she answered, taking her own glass.
Whatever it was it was as green as her skin.
"Well, you can call me Esme."
She held up her own glass in a cheer. We did the same.
"Bottoms up!"
We downed them as one.
"Wow," I said, "it's very sweet."
"Just like you, I'm sure," Esme teased.
We joked and talked for a little while. The whole time I felt a heaviness fill my body. It was like I was slipping into a deep but much needed sleep. I must have truly fallen asleep as I awoke with a start. Everything was wrong.
The room was dark. I couldn't move. I couldn't talk. Judging by the feeling of wood against my ass and back I was clearly naked. What the fuck was going on here?
The lights flicked on. We were in some kind of brick basement. Esme was standing there smiling at us. Her smile could only be compared to the cat who ate the canary. I thrashed around only to spot myself in a full-length mirror on the opposite wall. I was strapped to an X-Cross. I was also hard as a rock.
Hanna was hanging from the ceiling by her bound arms. she two was naked. She was ball gagged like I was. Her bare feet were tied together.
"I'm glad you're both finally awake. I didn't want to start without either of you."
Start? What did she mean start.
"I've got a thing for beautiful bare feet if you haven't noticed, Gretel."
"When I see them, I just have to eat them."
She walked under Hanna and grabbed her feet.
"Just. Like. This."
She shoved Hanna's toes into her mouth and sucked away. I could only watch and listen to her loud slurping. Hanna's moans of fear and frustration slowly turned into arousal. I saw her starting to get wet and her nipples harden.
"Want me to taste those too?"
Hanna nodded eagerly. What the fuck was going on here?
I watched in shock as Esme leaned in and licked Hanna's womanhood causing her to spasm wildly. There was nothing else I could do but watch our kidnapper eat out my girlfriend and my girlfriend do whatever she could to assist her. Esme began rubbing Hanna's nipples between her fingers.
"Have you ever been with a woman before?"
Hanna shook her head.
"Ever consider it?"
She nodded.
"Chicken out?"
Another nod.
"How about now? Want to try it now?"
She nodded eagerly.
Esme unhooked Hanna from the ceiling and tossed her over her shoulder.
"I'm going to take you home so you can explore your true desires."
Hanna grunted and thrusted her head in my direction.
"I'll bring your 'boyfriend' back when I'm done with him. See that giant dick of his? I need to play with it. A lot."
She walked upstairs and closed the door. I heard it lock, leaving me alone for god only knows how long.
