"Trick or treat?" they yelled as I opened the front door in my sexy witches outfit.
I love Halloween. I stock up on sweets and other goodies to give out to all the local children as they are escorted round the village by mums and dads, carrying little baskets to store all their hard-earned treats.
Sometimes children came alone, it was a quiet neighbourhood, with no risk of anything untoward happening, although I always stayed at home dishing out the sweeties as my hubby took our little one off to gather treats of their own. I loved the kids little faces when they came home and showed off what they had collected, their beaming smiles, so proud of themselves, and always sweet enough to offer mummy a few sweets after my own tireless work in giving back to the kids of the community.
And so it was, that as every year, I opened the door and greeted the visitors with a little witches cackle, which by the way my hubby looked forward to after all the kids were in bed each year too, and said:
"Hello there sweet little children, don't you look wonderful tonight?" before filling their baskets with jelly snakes or fizzy bugs, and sending them merrily on their way.
My husband, David, and our kids, Susan (aged 4) and Matthew (aged 6) were taking their time this particular Halloween. They were usually back before 9pm, but tonight they were obviously having a good night, and it was 9:30 already with no sign of their return.
As the latest trick or treaters headed off down the lane, I had a little look up and down the lane from my vantage point on the raised doorstep to our tranquil home, and decided that was probably it for tonight. I came back inside, took off my witches hat and my leather boots, and collapsed onto the sofa for some well-deserved relaxation before they arrived home. That was at 9 o' clock, so by half past, I felt it was quite safe to assume that trick or treating was over for another year, and that David and the kids would be home soon enough.
So confident in this fact was I, that I snuck off to the kitchen and brought the remaining sweeties back with me to the lounge, where I scoffed the lot in front of the scary movie playing on TV.
As I popped the final sweet into my mouth, the door bell rang. I looked at the clock. It was 9:45 now. It must be them I thought, bloody David forgetting his key. I popped my witches hat back on as I knew David would be disappointed not to get the full show when he arrived home, and headed back to the door excited to see what the kids had gathered.
As I swung the door back though, I was surprised to find another group of trick or treaters.
"Trick or Treat?" they shouted as I opened the door again, for the umpteenth time this evening.
They were not kids this time though, well not anymore anyway. I couldn't see their faces for their silly Halloween masks, but I could tell that these were older boys, maybe 18 or 19 years old.
It wasn't that unusual to get the older kids joining in of course, Halloween is for them too isn't it? After all, here I was in my 30's, dressing as a witch, and getting into it, and not just because I have kids. The little roleplays myself and David had every year after we had got the kids to bed were more than enough to step up my interest in the event!
I surveyed the collection of characters looking down at me -- first time I had been looked down at all evening, so I wasn't going to tell them how cute they looked in their costumes this time. There were five of them in total, and all had much more mature costumes than I had seen so far -- Freddie Kruger, Hannibal, Beetlejuice, a sinister looking clown, and a guy in one of those masks from the Scream films.
"Oh no," I said, "I'm afraid you're out of luck boys. I just gave my last sweeties away."
I felt instantly guilty for having scoffed the remaining treats, although to be fair there wouldn't have been enough for these five strapping young men anyway.
"We don't want sweeties, we're not six," the guy from Scream said in a sinister voice. Clever, I thought, a voice modification box, it must be so much fun to do Halloween with so much creativity and maturity. "Trick or Treat?" he said again.
I considered whether there was anything else I could give them.
"Ooh, I know," I said, and ran over to the table by the stairs to grab my purse. How much would boys of this age be happy with, I thought, and decided that a few bucks each was plenty. I grabbed a tenner, and said, "Here you go boys, split that between you, and share nicely. Night night now," handing it to Beetlejuice.
As I turned to go back inside and close the door, hoping that I hadn't missed too much of the film, and that the kids would be home soon with more treats for me to devour, I suddenly felt a hand grab hard on my wrist.
"What the hell," I started to say, before the door was pushed back swiftly hitting me between the eyes and sending me flying across the shiny wooden hallway floor and onto my backside.
"You little shits! I'm calling the police," I blurted out as I tried to get up from the floor, rubbing my bruised arse cheeks from my fall.
"You chose trick!" the scream mask guy announced with his sinister voice gurgling at me.
"Oh well haha very funny," I responded. "Glad you have had your fun. Now get out of my house!"
But I felt a crack on the back of my head, and everything went dark.
When I finally stirred, I felt a cold fear running over my body. A light shining brightly in my eyes up close blinded me, I could sense that I was not in my home any longer. I was naked, I could feel cold hard metal on my wrists and on my ankles, chains stretching my body, suspending me up in the air somehow. I looked up at the chains wrapped tightly around my wrists, the reddened skin as they chafed against them.
My nipples hurt. I looked down to see more chains, pincers squashing my nipples and stretching them out in front of me. I looked down further to see yet more chains, clipped to the lips of my exposed pussy, again pulling them tightly apart, at the bar between my legs pushing my legs apart as wide as they have ever been.
The light still burnt into my skull right in front of me, it was a video camera, filming my naked abused body. The light moved down tracing my glances as I surveyed the torture that was being inflicted on me.
A new sensation now, as I felt more metal, cold and solid but smooth, pushing against my anus. I tried to look behind me, but couldn't twist enough to see as I felt the large metal object invading my virgin asshole.
I tried to scream out, but my mouth was gagged, a ball of steel filling it, strapped tightly around my head. I tried to struggle, but as I did, the pain soared through me, as the clamps on my nipples and my cunt pulled tighter.
I looked around the room now properly for the first time. Hannibal, Freddie Kruger, Clown, Beetlejuice and Scream masks all looking back at me. I looked closer, they were naked except for their masks, each displaying their huge cocks, bigger than I had expected in boys of this age, much bigger than David's.
Each was different in form, shaven or not shaven, cut and not cut, long and thick, straight and curved. I could tell immediately that all the boys were black, and since our village was still very much the abode of the white middle-classes, I knew they were not from round here.
I felt a sharp stinging sensation on the cheeks of my butt and a snapping noise, as a crop of some sort was struck against them. Again, and again. The pain at first sharp and quick, now becoming ever-more present, as they continued my assault. I struggled and moaned, but again only made matters worse as the pain seared through my body. It felt like it was everywhere, all over me.
"Are you going to be a good little witch now?" one of them said in that disgusting voice echoing around the room, bouncing off the bare brick walls.
I tried to nod, as the cracks against my ass continued, I could feel them glowing red, the heat generating from them.
Clown-guy came up close and gave the chains on my nipples a sharp tweak pulling the clamps clean off, before giving a dark, sinister laugh. He unclasped the ball gag from my mouth. My saliva leaking out and tumbling down my naked body uncontrollably.
