Copyright © October 2021 by CiaoSteve
CiaoSteve reserves the right to be identified as the author of this work. This story cannot be published, as a whole or in part, without the express agreement of the author other than the use of brief extracts as part of a story review.
This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. It goes without saying that all sexually active characters in this story are over 18
Author's Notes
This is an entry for the 2021 Halloween Contest. I hope you enjoy and would appreciate your votes and comments.
Please note that this story contains elements of light bondage (restraints) and voyeurism, alongside the main non-human theme.
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It was a normal suburban cul-de-sac. A mix of houses, detached and semis, lined most of the road. The exception was towards the far end, where a play area stood in front of a patch of woodland. Most had lived there since the road had been built, some twenty or so years back, tending to their picture-postcard front gardens. If a house came up for sale, it was usually snapped up in an instant, such was the appeal of this little street. It was safe. It was friendly. You could say that nothing out of the ordinary ever happened on Jubilee Drive.
Well, that held true all bar one day of the year, and this was just that one day.
The near full moon, seemingly larger than normal, cast a silvery glow into the darkness, adding ghostly highlights to the autumn clouds. Down below they gathered, groups walking from house to house, appearing under the glow of the streetlights before fading back into the dark once more. It was that day, that single day, the day when they all came out to play.
Everywhere you looked, they were there: ghosts and ghouls, wizards, and warlocks, even the odd mummy or skeleton. The eerie goings-on had started just as the sun went down. At first it was tiny tots, with parents in tow, making their way from house to house, a hopeful look on their face as they held out a basket to be filled with treats. As time went on, and evening became night, the parents disappeared, but still those creatures of the night continued to pay a visit. They became older, the costumes became more creative, but always the greeting was the same.
House by house, they would knock, waiting for the door to be answered. Then in unison, they would utter those three little words.
"Trick or treat?"
It may have been unusual, you could say it was out of the ordinary, but it was by no means untoward. It was difficult to tell who got most enjoyment from these evening pastimes, those asking, or those making out to be scared by the would-be mythical creatures before sending them on their way with a handful of sweets.
Not everyone on Jubilee Drive was joining in the fun. In the shadows, close to that patch of woodland, a stranger stood watching. No one took any notice. No one stopped to ask what she was doing, or why she was there. To the occupants of Jubilee Drive, the stranger might as well have been invisible.
Had you paid attention though, you would have remembered the young woman--she looked to be late twenties--as she did stand out from the others on that street, on that Halloween.
Was it her appearance? Was it the costume she decided to wear? Not really. The young woman might well have been heading out for a night on the town. She was tall and slim, and unperturbed by the fact that this was late autumn. A white blouse did its best to hide her pert little mounds, the faintest outline of a strappy black bra visible underneath. Down below, a short black leather skirt, fishnet stockings, and matching ankle boots accentuated her perfectly slender long legs. The outfit was unusual, for Halloween, but not remarkable.
What was it, then? What really made the young woman stand out? Was it her long straight black hair, glossy locks cascading down across her shoulders? Was it her choice of lipstick, a deep warm red? Was it those piercing blue eyes that followed your every step, boring deep into your soul as if searching for something?
Then there was her skin tone. Maybe it was the effect of that silvery moonlight, but the young woman did have the palest of complexions. It wasn't even the coldest of October nights, so her pallor couldn't be blamed on the chill autumn air alone.
If you had paid attention, you would surely have noticed the young woman, but nobody did. It was her intention to blend into the background, to go unnoticed, to convince everyone she wasn't there. She had done such a good job that she might as well have been invisible. It wasn't exactly difficult though. The human mind was so easy to manipulate. Say the right thing, project the right image, and you could have people seeing, or in this case not seeing, anything you wanted. It was the simplest of spells.
So why was a young woman loitering in the shadows, simply watching the goings on? What was she up to? What was she looking for? What was she intending to do?
She? Her name was Mona. Her parents had named her Desdemona, Desdemona Lisa Bellamonte, but she chose to go by Mona... Mona Lisa... and her smile was much less enigmatic than the famous portrait which shared her chosen name. Mona had a compelling smile, an intriguing smile, a most enchanting smile. She was from out of town, as they always were. This was their night, you see... their chance to have a little fun without being noticed. Who, on Halloween, would blink twice at another witch, walking around the neighbourhood, knocking on doors, uttering those three little words?
"Trick or treat?"
The only question was which door to go knocking on. That is why she stood there in the shadows, watching. Halloween was the one night when all could have their little piece of fun, from the youngest kids, to those old enough to know better, and even those who were true to the meaning of that very day. It was just a case of choosing.
Who would be the lucky one? Who would have the delights of an extra visitor this hallows eve?
It was like a game of front door lotto. In her mind, Mona crossed off the numbers one by one. The elderly, families, obvious couples, all disappeared from her list. One house though stood out more than the others, or more to the point, the buxom blonde who answered the door stood out.
This homeowner was going through the motions, playing lip service to the young kids, but it was so obvious she wanted to be somewhere else. She would smile. She would offer out a basket full of sweet treats, yet you knew her mind was elsewhere. Was it the speed with which she would usher on her visitors, children who had spent so long making themselves look half decent? Was it the increasing frustration she showed with every new caller?
Mona smiled to herself. This was the one night when all could have their moment of fun, and this one witch suddenly had her mind made up. She counted down the houses. Number seventy-five was the one. It was a small, detached house set back slightly from the road. As a house, it was nothing special. There wasn't even a pumpkin lighting up the doorstep.
Would this buxom blonde be able to tell a real witch from all the wannabees? Those were the best... the ones who didn't believe or didn't want to partake. She just loved the reaction when she came a knocking.
All Mona needed was for the street to drop quiet.
