Oct 272021
It’s a Monster Mash!

Greetings, mortals. It is I, Suckubeth, that demon whore who always leaves you sore. With me as always is my Flaming-Skull-on-a-Stick, Burny!”

“The end is nigh, readers! Your soul is almost completely corrupted! Your addiction to internet porn will be your undoing! You are one story away from being an eternal slave to a demonatrix!”

“Cease your warnings, Burny. These mortals know what they are in for. Tis the season for damnation after all.”

“What terrible tale will you use to complete their utter defeat?”

“I’m glad you asked, Burny. Today’s story is about a plumber who pays regular visits to a creepy house. Well, the house isn’t so bad but the family that lives there is definitely spooky and a little kooky. Read on, mortals.”

I hated coming to this house. It sat lonely on a hill with a graveyard in the back. Gray shutters flapped and banged against windows that were always dark. There was a ledge on the top floor, directly above the front door. One year around Christmas I swear I saw a cauldron bubbling up there.

The door opened. The butler answered without a word. He towered above me and I am not a small guy. Dead eyes examined me and seemed to peer into my soul.

I held up my tool bag with all my plumbing equipment.

The giant lurched to the side. He knew me and deep down, I think he knew what exactly I did here.

Thank God the fucker appeared to be a mute.

The butler pointed towards the back and I quickly went down the hall. Some thing scuttled on a bookshelf. I didn’t pause to investigate.

When I passed by the stairs, the daughter stepped in my way. She was too old to be living at home but I got it, the economy sucks. I’m not sure why she wore that tight black dress with the white collar and the knee-high socks though. Add in the black pigtails, and she looked like she was trying to pass for a much younger child even though her tits and long legs could never be mistaken for those of a child.

“You’re back again,” W____ said. Her voice was almost monotone, with just a slight inflection of menace.

“I got a call,” I said. I tried to step to her right. W____ took a step in that direction and blocked me.

“Mother has had a lot of pipe problems lately,” W____ said. “I believe it is a matter of moisture.”

Oh shit, does the creepy daughter suspect too? I should leave. That would be the smart thing to do.

Unfortunately for me, my pecker was pretty dumb.

“Yeah, moisture can cause a lot of problems,” I said. I stepped to the left.

W___ stepped in my way. Her right hand was behind her back, like she was hiding something. I really didn’t want to know what it was.

“Sometimes I have moisture trouble,” W____ said. “Usually around midnight in the graveyard, next to the mausoleum. The one with the two-headed swan. Do you do night calls?”

Fuck, was the daughter hitting on me? It be crazy to fuck her, but if I said no, I might want out what was behind her back. Fuck!

“I might be able to make that call,” I said carefully.

“Good,” W___ said. “I expect to have problems three nights from now. Just come by, I won’t call you. There is no need to knock at the door. In fact, that would be unwise.”

“Understood,” I said.

“Good,” W____ said. She stepped closer to me. There was a sharp smell in the air. Was that rat poison I smelled? “Bring gloves. Rough gloves. The kind that breaks delicate skin when you squeeze someone’s neck.”

I nodded.

W___ took another side step and then another into a side room. She never showed her back. A door slammed shut but I don’t remember seeing her reach for it.

Jesus, that was scary. Still, I rather deal with W____ then her brother, P_____. That boy has the eyes of a psychopath. He showed me the jar he keeps them in.

I rushed down the hallway and past the Grandfather clock with thirteen numbers. The hallway turned towards the kitchen and foul smells came from within as well as a bit of cackling. Oh great, the mother-in-law was here. I slowed down, careful not to make a sound as I passed the kitchen and headed closer to the conservatory.

“THERE YOU ARE, OLD MAN!” a booming voice said.

I spun around and raised my free hand in fright. A squat man with bulging eyes and a sinister mustache took my hand and shook it profusely. He wore a nicely tailored suit that cost more than my truck.

“GLAD YOU MAKE IT ON SHORT NOTICE!” Mr. A____ said. He always projected this voice like he was declaring a revolution. “THE WIFE WILL BE DEVASTATED IF HER FLOWER DOESN’T GET SOAKED PROPERLY!”

He was still shaking my hand. I couldn’t tell if he was being sarcastic or not. I always suspected he knew, but the fact that I am still alive proves that he doesn’t. Still, his grip was awfully tight.


Mr. A___ let go of my hand and tucked them into his pockets. There was a wild look in his eyes. Well, wilder than usual. He visibly trembled with excitement.

Oh fuck, he knows. He is going to kill me and there is no fucking way I am going on any hunting trip with him. I spun around and hurried down the hall. Speed was more important than discretion. You have no idea how many people are in this crazy family and I was just about at the end of my courage. If I ran into that hairy cousin or God forbid, that uncle, I might just make a run for the nearest window and jump through.

The door to the conservatory was up ahead. There was also a tripwire about two feet away from it. That was new but I jumped over it and grabbed the door handle. The handle clicked about a dozen times as I turned it and I heard something open above me. Not wasting a second, I opened the door and dashed through it, closing the door behind me.

THUMP! Something heavy landed on the other side of the door.

“It is always nice to see a working man in a hurry,” said a velvet voice that made my pecker harder than a tombstone.

Mrs. A____ stood in the middle of her conservatory, tending to a giant plant with some monstrous growths. My heart did that pitter patter it always does when too much blood rushes to my groin. Long black hair framed a pale face. Dark eyebrows arched above knowing eyes. Cheekbones sharp enough to cut glass were pale as snow. Ruby red lips curled into amusement. She wore the same tight black dress that covered every inch of her body except for her pale cleavage.

“I think your husband knows,” I said.

“Impossible,” Mrs. A____ said. “If that was true, you would be in the drawing room, being drawn and quartered.”

I snorted. If that was a joke, it didn’t relieve me.

Mrs. A___ had a pair of scissors in her hands. She used the scissors to beckon me. Like a fool, I went to her.

“If you are truly afraid of him, you can leave right now,” Mrs. A____ said. Her free hand pulled on my belt buckle. She loosened the belt and unfastened my pants. It was amazing what she could do with one hand.

“I just think we should space it out a little,” I stammered. My pants fell to my knees. Sharp nails scratched my hip as she pulled on my underwear. “Pipe problems once a week gets a bit suspicious.”

Smooth hands wrapped around my cock. I gasped. They were slightly cold, as always, but so damn silky. She gave my dick a few slow strokes and my knees trembled.

“Nonsense, it is an old house,” Mrs. A___ said. “Regular pipe maintenance is to be expected.

Mrs. A___ dropped down to her knees. I am not sure how she bends down in that impossibly tight dress. She didn’t stoop as much as she just sort of compressed. Sometimes I wonder if there was a single bone in her body.

Cold lips pressed against the head of my cock. A hot tongue, maybe a little too hot, slithered over my tip. I looked down and watched the length of my cock disappear into those bright red lips. She kept going and going until her chin pressed against my balls.

I let out a loud groan. Another groan from somewhere answered back. Nah, it must have been an echo.

Mrs. A___ bobbed back and forth on my dick. Her long tongue flicked against every vein and ridge. The intense eyes stared up at me, lids half-closed as if judging my very soul.

The scissors were still in her right hand. As her head bounced on my dick, Mrs. A___ brought the scissors up to my crotch. The blades opened wide and then closed around a tuft of pubic hair.

My hair skipped a beat. A tuft of pubic hair fell on her pale cleavage. My cock pulsed in her mouth.

She snipped another hair. Her lips tightened around my dick. She swiveled her head in an unnatural rotation with my cock trapped inside her lips. The hot tongue rapidly flicked the underside of my hard length.

“Oh God,” I groaned.

The dark eyes narrowed with amusement. Mrs. A____ pulled back so only the tip of my dick remained in her mouth. She sucked so hard that her pales cheeks collapsed. If she sucked any harder, she was going to get my come and my soul.

Snip! The intense sucking didn’t stop her from trimming more pubic hair.

Mrs. A____ opened her mouth and my cock popped free of her lips. She rose back up to her full height with uncanny speed and grace. A cold hand grabbed mine and pressed the scissors into them.

“Cut my dress off,” Mrs. A___ said. “Do not be gentle.”

I knew what she meant. Turning the scissors in my hand so that they pointed down, I pressed the tips of the blades against the lowest point of her cleavage. The sharp tip nicked her skin and a tiny dot of blood swelled.

There was another groan, but I was so turned on that I assumed that it came from me.

I closed the scissors and the black fabric parted like paper. There wasn’t a single frayed thread. I cut some more and two perfect globes of ivory flesh, topped with pink nipples, two on the left, one on the right, popped free of the constricting material.

“More,” Mrs. A___ said. “Bare my body to your salacious gaze.”

I scissored my way down her body. A smooth stomach was slowly revealed, followed by the red ruby sitting in her belly button. Next was the pale waistline followed by the frankly frightening black pubic hair cut into the shape of a spider. I kept cutting to expose her bare pussy lips, already glistening with her juices. From there I hurried, slicing down her dress to the reveal the curiously thin legs and her nearly-pointed feet.

Mrs. A___ shrugged off the dress from her shoulders. It fell to the floor as quiet as a whisper. She stepped back from me until she reached the side of a giant flower pot.

“Ravish me, mon lapin,” she said.

There was a rattling sound from the corner of the room. Probably those old pipes. I didn’t know French, but I knew what she wanted.

My pants had fallen around my ankles. I shuffled my way over to her. One time I tried to take them off and Mrs. A___ got very cross. For some reason, she prefers me hobbled.

I reached Mrs. A and grabbed her hips. She hissed like a snake as I picked her up and set her on the lip of the flower pot. Her long legs opened and extended out in a straight line.

Mrs. A___ grabbed my cock and pointed it at her sex. A tight grip drew me to her and the head of my cock pressed against the lips of her sex. She rubbed the tip against her pussy lips once, twice and then three times before pulling me into her.

“Fucking hell,” I groaned. She was so hot inside. I never understood it. Her skin was cold to the touch but inside her cunt, she was as hot as a volcano and as wet as a tsunami.

“Thank you,” Mrs. A___ said, as if I had complimented her. I guess I had.

The long legs wrapped around me and cinched tightly. Pointed feet locked together. Mrs. A___ took one of my hands and placed it on her left breast. My palm was against her center nipple while my middle finger pressed against the higher nipple. She pulled the other hand to the back of her head. My fingers sunk into the silky smooth tendrils of her hair.

Mrs. A___’s hips began to move. It is hard to describe. I searched a dictionary to describe it and I found this word, undulate. Go look it up because that is what she did. The bottom half of her body undulated like a snake with my cock tight inside her.

“Your penis feels so good inside me,” Mrs. A_____ said. “It is so raw and uncultured. The mundanity fills me in a way my husband never could. I can feel your appendage about to burst at any moment. Are you going to spill your seed inside me? Make me bear one of your children? Will your steaming mess give me a daughter or a son? Or something else?”

There was a rattling sound to my right. My head snapped around, terrified to see Mr. A___ or some other kook in this family, but no, there was just a creepy painting. It portrayed some relative I have never seen, but there was no mistaking the family resemblance with those bulging eyes.

Wait, did those eyes just blink?

Mrs. A___ grabbed my chin and pointed my head back at hers. The unearthly movements of her hips defied anatomy and physics. The center nipple was hard against my palm while the upper nipple leaked a drop of what I hope was milk.

“You’re going to make me spend, mon lupin,” Mrs. A____ said. “Watch me. Feel me spend on your precious penis.”

I studied her pale face and her tightly clench red lips. A tiny bit of color came to her cheekbones. The dark eyes widened and the eyebrows arched higher.

The ruby lips opened. “Oh,” she gasped. It was so quiet, like the final breath of someone dying.

The tight cunt spasmed around my cock. It was more than I could take. Tension surged within me.

“I’m going to come,” I said.

Mrs. A____ opened her legs and pushed on my chest with surprising strength. My cock pupped free of her slick pussy. She slid off the edge of the flower pot and didn’t drop as much as she flowed down to the floor on her knees.

One cold hand gripped my cock. She kept stroking while raising her other hand to my dick. The dark eyes looked up at me, as hypnotic as a vampire.

“Come,” she commanded.

I did. Seed shot from my cock and onto Mrs. A_____’s waiting wrist. She kept stroking me and I kept ejaculating. More of my seed splashed her arm. Mrs. A____ moved her arm back and forth, covering it in my jizz from wrist to shoulder.

When there was no more seed left. Mrs. A____ gave my cock a final kiss. She released my cock and then stood back up with her usual dexterity. For some reason, she stretched out her come-covered arm and held it parallel to the floor.

“Thank you, mon lupin,” Mrs. A____ said. “Your services are greatly appreciated. Please leave by the side door for discretion’s sake. Hurry now, before your semen dries. Thank you.”

I’m not sure what my jizz drying has to do with anything but I did as she asked. To be honest, I was glad to get the fuck out as soon as possible. I yanked my pants up and tightened my belt. Grabbing my tool bag, I rushed to the side door. A stack of cash, my usual fee sat on a shelf. I grabbed it and headed out the side door.

The door slammed behind me. Weirdly, I thought I heard another door slam shut as well. I didn’t hang around to find out where it came from. My ass ran down as fast as I could to my truck.

As I ran, I thought about where I was going to pick up some rough gloves.

“Well Burny, what did you think of this final story for Halloween?”

“There were way too many pipe puns. I thought the family was a bit familiar but legally vague. I do wonder about the daughter. Is that a setup for a future sequel of some kind?”

“These are horror stories, Burny. There will ALWAYS be a sequel.”

“Except for these readers. By reading each of your stories this season, they have consigned their souls to your devilish box of sex toys. Their destinies are at an end!”

“Perhaps, Burny, perhaps. Although I like to think that their damnation as my playthings is just beginning for their wretched existence. As for those who escaped my clutches this year, have a Happy Halloween! I will catch your souls later.”

Oct 202021
Feel free to cosplay Suckubeth and send my pictures.

“Greetings mortals, it is I, Suckubeth, that beautiful chick who really loves dicks. And also pussy. Well, whatever you have down there, I am down to fuck it. With me as always is my Flaming-Skull-on-a-Stick, Burny!”

“Woe to you, reader! Your soul is halfway to being damned and yet you continue to read these stories! There is little hope for you, and less hope for your ability to be sexually satisfied ever again!”

That’s a good point, Burny. Today’s tale is called Take Your Due. It will spoil the reader with sensual delights of a supernatural nature. Why, I doubt they will ever find satisfaction with a human lover ever again.”

“Much like having sex with a TERF.”

“Whoa, Burny! I knew having your skull on fire with help you with sick burns. As for you others, read on, mortals.”


Renata turned off the front porch light. There would be no more trick-or-treaters, mortal or otherwise tonight. She set aside the bag of candy and ascended up the stairs to the study.

A circle of power had been laid out with chalk, salt and underwear from this year’s lovers. Six candles flickered around the room. The large double window was open and the cool October air set a chill on the room. A Grandmother clocked ticked away the minutes.

Renata lingered near a mirror. Her curvy body was wrapped tightly by a black dress. Red heels and stockings covered her feet and legs. Matching red gloves encased her hands and went halfway up her arms. Around her chest was a short dalmatian print jacket. To crown it all, there was a frizzy wig, one side white and other side black.

She wasn’t sure if the outfit suited it her dark complexion but it wasn’t important. This costume was the most popular one this year; belonging to some sort of fashionista super-villain in the movies. Everyone recognized it, which meant it was known in the collective subconscious of the spiritual world. Even gods, demons and spirits pay attention to the trends.

The Grandmother clock began to chime. Renata took her place in the circle. A flutter of fear bubbled within her along with a dampening of her red panties.

When the clock struck 13, Renata spoke.

“I, Renata Desconocida, call upon my creditors. I have used your name in my magical works, and benefited from your powers. Tonight, I stand before you, ready to pay my debts. Let all that I owe come to me now and take your due.”

There was a crack of thunder. Renata groaned. It was the Storm Drummer. She had been hoping to work her way up to his presence.

Fabric ripped along the back of Renata’s dress. The tear went all the way to her waist and she felt the sides of the dress pulled aside to reveal her red panty-covered ass.

Renata stayed where she was. It was disrespectful to move.

An unseen hand pulled at the cloth of her panties. She felt the flimsy material bunch together and then pull upwards. The Storm
Drummer gave her a very unpleasant wedgie to expose both buttocks.

Renata teetered on her red heels. Fabric rubbed against her hairy sex. Despite the discomfort, her panties only got damper.

WHAP! Something hard and elemental slammed into her ass. A starburst of pain bloomed on her bottom. The force of the blow sent her forward but she was held in place by the terrible wedgie.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! More spanks rained onto Renata’s bottom. Each strike was a bolt of pain to her curvy bottom. The slaps moved around her ass according to some mysterious pattern that she could not discern. All she knew for certain was that her ass was turning to fire.

Tears stung Renata’s eyes. She thought back to the spell she cast this year in the Storm Drummer’s name. A group of anti-vaxxers held a protest at a hospital. Renata had been angered by their ignorance and engaged in a little pettiness. The sudden storm she summoned had drenched the fools. Powerful winds took away their signs. A single bolt of lightning had struck a nearby tree and that tree had fallen on a car owned by a protestor.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! The spanking intensified. Renata’s hand clenched tightly as she rode the pain. Some of the blows struck the tops of her thighs and those hurt like wildfire.

“Completely worth it,” Renata whispered.

The spanking stopped. Renata flinched from a slap that never came. The wedgie against her ass and pussy crack lessened. The Storm Drummer had taken his due.

Renata quickly pulled her panties out from the crack of her ass. There was a faint whisper and then another. Hot breath washed over her neck. He of a Thousand Mouths had arrived.

“Shit, shit, shit,” Renata whispered. She squatted down to the ground, flinching from the pain in her spanked ass. As quick as she could, she tried to sit down on the ground. Before she could make, an irresistible force swept her feet out from under her and she landed hard on her ass.

“Fuck!” she yelled on her back. She had just avoided hitting her head on the floor but her welt-covered ass was firmly against the hardwood.

Something held her feet in the air. Renata watched as the red heels were slipped free and tossed to the ground. Sharp teeth nipped at her stockings, destroying the fabric until her toes were exposed. Occasionally, one of those sharp teeth nipped her delicate feet.

Ten mouths took each of Renata’s toes. Ten tongues licked in a frenzy as ten sets of lips sucked. More mouths kissed the bottom of her feet.

Renata groaned. It was quite nice. Ten mouths nibbled, licked and sucked with infinite care. She tried to imagine the being that could have so many mouths close together and gave up. It might be better not to know.

Some of the kisses, especially on the bottom arch of her foot, tickled
Renata. Her legs involuntarily kicked but her feet were held tightly by He of a Thousand Mouths and there was no escape.

Unfortunately, the kicking and jerking only agitated the spanked cheeks of Renata’s bottom. To alleviate it, she placed braced herself with her arms and lifted her ass from the hard wooden floor. It helped, but she wasn’t strong enough to hold herself for long.

“This would be a great work out,” Renata admitted.

Hungry gobbling sounds surrounded Renata. She remembered a young woman who had come to her house, asking for a spell to squelch a nasty rumor about her. Renata had done as she asked, calling on He of a Thousand Mouths to replace those rumors with words of praise. She accepted no payment for that task but she was reconsidering that choice now.

The licking of Renata’s toes sent shivers down her legs. Those shivers were answered by wet clenches of her pussy. When He of a Thousand Mouths sucked harder, Renata thought she might actually come.

“If only I could get those mouths on my flower,” Renata whispered. But alas, the spirits chose their forms of payment and He of a Thousand Mouths licked her toes every single Halloween.

Ten mouths released Renata’s toes. Her feet dropped like dead weight but she kept them from hitting the floor. She quickly rolled off her tender ass and slowly stood back up. He of a Thousand Mouths had taken his due.

Beams of light emitted from each of the candles and formed a brief network before fading away. Something small crawled down Renata’s back. Aunt Spider was here.

Coils of invisible web brought Renata’s arms and legs together. She was lifted into the air by a few inches. A slow numbness spread through her chest, arms, legs, and thank the Goddesses, her ass, but curiously left her pussy wet and fully alert.

Renata opened her mouth. An invisible pussy that she knew would be there pressed against her lips. Liquid as sweet as syrup and twice as sticky flowed into her mouth, and down her chin.

Smooth pussy lips pressed harder against Renata’s mouth. She felt something tug the wig from her head and let it drop to the floor. Something sharp and pointed combed through her short black hair.

Renata licked. Unlike He of a Thousand Mouths, Renata was slow and respectful with her licks. She stretched her tongue as deep as she could into the invisible sex pressed against her.

Something crawled over Renata’s panties. She could feel multiple legs dancing over the flimsy damp material that felt plastered to her sex lips. There was a slight inconsistent tug that hinted at removing her underwear.

Could it be? Aunt Spider had never touched her pussy before. Did this mean that she was becoming closer to the ultra-conceptual being?

Renata pushed the thought away and returned to her licking. Aunt Spider had been good to her this year. Using her aid, Renata had reunited three families and found a lost child. She paid her respects with deep loving licks and gentle kisses to the entity’s dripping sex.

Sharp talons, eight in all, pushed Renata’s head. The soft touch of pussy lips pressed against her face. The smell of sex filled her mouth. She pushed through unseen folds to continue licking despite the lack of air she was getting.

As Renata licked, she wiggled her hips. The invisible web around her allowed her that small movement. She humped the air, desperate for her sensitive pussy to be touched.

There! A talon stroked her soaked panties and the sensitive flesh below. There was another stroke and then another but then it moved away.

Renata kept wiggling in the air. All the while, she licked with a stronger passion. The wet juices of the spirit coated her face.

Eventually, the unseen pussy quivered against Renata’s face and then moved away. The bound woman was gently lowered to the ground. When her feet were firmly on the ground, the cocoon of pressure that bound her limbs slipped away. Aunt Spider had taken her due.

The numbness faded as well, which meant the smoldering pain of her spanked bottom returned. Renata stood her ground and resisted the urge to rub her tender butt. She did wipe her face but the juices remained.

There was the sound of falling coins. Every reflective surface sparkled with green light. The air grew stale as if sealed inside a vault. The Emerald Banker was here.

Before Renata could react, the front of her panties was ripped open. Powerful hands grabbed her hips and lifted her into the air. She spread her legs as wide as she could. A moment later, something hard and as thick as a roll of gold coins pressed against her sex lips.

The unforgiving rod pushed into Renata. She cried out as it filled her sensitive sex. The immense girth pulsed inside her and then pumped like a piston as it fucked her.

Renata cried out again. The Emerald Banker had no use for foreplay. He was as old as the concept of wealth and it is no coincidence that he was a patron of the oldest profession. The staff of his cock fucked her offered sex.

Pain flared in Renata’s spanked buttocks but they were a mild distraction compared to the fucking she was receiving. She reached for something to hold onto but just like the stock market, there was nothing to touch. Renata resorted to grabbing her short jacket just to have something to clench while she was getting railed.

The sound of falling coins increased. The pounding of Renata’s pussy became faster. The green light in the mirrors became too bright to look at.

Renata took it. It had been a good year. She owed the Emerald Banker for her house, her new car and her enormous closet full of shoes. That is not even counting the money she spent on online sex workers for her magical ingredients. She would have gladly given her ass if the Emerald Banker wanted it.

Spectral hands lifted Renata’s legs. She winced as her flexibility was tested. The unseen cock continued to pummel her pussy as her legs were straightened into a spilt in the air. The heat in her ass was soon eclipsed but the burning in her thighs.

“Oh fuck,” Renata grunted. This was new. Apparently, financial security during a pandemic required harder payments.

The relentless fucking pushed Renata’s pussy to the edge. She was going to come. Orgasmic bliss was just a few thrusts away.

The Emerald Banker stopped. Renata clenched down in frustration. She grinded her hips, trying to get her satisfaction from the thick wand inside her.

The cock withdrew. Renata sobbed and then laughed. Of course. The Emerald Banker gives and he denies.

The force holding Renata’s legs vanished. She brought her feet together as she began to fall and she landed on her feet. Previous experience had taught her to bend her knees to keep from hurting herself.

The falling of coins ceased. The green light faded. There was an ache in Renata’s pussy that came from a stiff fucking and a cruel denial. The Emerald Banker had taken his due.

Renata needed a moment. She dropped to her knees. Her pussy dripped onto the hardwood floor. How much time before the next one comes?

Tears sprang to Renata’s eyes. Memories of her grandmother dying flashed before her. There was no time. The Prince of Sorrows was here.

She stayed on her knees. The dalmatian-print jacket was pulled from her body. Renata straightened up as the front of her black dress split open to reveal the red lace bra holding her tanned breasts. The bra fell apart in tattered fragments to expose her tits.

Renata smirked. The Prince of Sorrows was obsessed with breasts. She wondered once more about the legends concerning the Prince’s mother.

Unseen hands grabbed her breasts. They gently pulled and squeezed. Fingers cupped her tits and palms kneaded into the soft flesh. There was a brief flicker of a tongue against one nipple and then gentle lips kissing the other.

The need between Renata’s thighs increased. She wanted to rub her pussy but that was frowned upon. Her body was an offering, and some entities took pleasure in her suffering. It is better to please them with her denial than to let them invent their own payments.

Something hard pressed Renata’s chest, between her two breasts. Although not as large as the Emerald Banker’s, it was still a divine size. Invisible hands squeezed her tits around the invisible cock.

Renata tilted her head down and spat at the canyon of her breasts. It was weird to see her tits mold around something she couldn’t see. She spat a second and a third time, making sure to get the area as slippery as possible.

The Prince of Sorrows began to thrust. He fucked her tits with his ghostly dick. Something brushed the bottom of Renata’s chin.

She spat again. The Prince of Sorrows didn’t care about lubrication but Renata did. Already a heat was building between her breasts. She was tempted to rub her soaked pussy and add the juices to her tits but ruled it out. Touching the Prince’s cock with a hand, any hand, was strictly forbidden.

The phantom cock slid faster between Renata’s breasts. She tilted her head back and closed her eyes. Memories of Emilia came to the surface and she pushed them back down again. That fact that it was easy to not think about her was why the Prince of Sorrows had come tonight.

Hot liquid splashed on her neck. More fluid spilled onto her breasts. The ghost cock quivered and released more seed. Renata didn’t see anything but she could feel his cream coating her breasts.

Unseen hands released her tits and the phantom member left her chest. A sense of relief washed over her. The urge to smile was irresistible. The Prince of Sorrows had taken his due.

A gust of wind shook the house. A rough hand pulled on Renata’s hair and she went on all fours. A foot kicked her thighs apart and something licked her pussy.

Voices whispered. The floor creaked from heavy weights. A half-remembered song came to mind, followed by the smell of rosemary and thyme. The signs of many manifested and crowded against each other.

The spirits were done with taking turns.

Something hot and slender slipped into Renata’s pussy. At the same time, thing short and thick pushed into her mouth. She sucked on something sweet and cold while the thin cock inside her began to pump.

Gentle kisses rained on Renata’s spanked bottom. Sharp needle points pricked her hanging breasts. Someone guided her right hand to a long cock and she obediently stroked it. Tight bands of what felt like metal encased her left thigh and constricted.

Renata let them do as they wished. She stroked the hard cock in her hand and relaxed her throat around the sweet rod in her mouth. The walls of her slick pussy clenched around the slender cock fucking her with a fury. The pricks to her breasts she took with all of her courage though she knew her whimpers would delight those that were tormenting her.

The cock in her mouth released a thick milkshake that tasted of vanilla. It slipped out and was replaced by two cocks that reeked of dog hair. She sucked on the cocks, alternating her tongue back and forth between the two lengths as they fucked her mouth.

A delicate feminine mouth sucked on Renata’s clitoris. She shuddered and then groaned as a thick tentacle probed her tight asshole. It slipped in, growing bigger the further it reached inside her. All the while, the slender cock continued to ram her drenched sex.

Renata climaxed. Her back arched and cold rain fell on her back. She shuddered, clenched and writhed but the spirits continued to use her body.

The hand she had been stroking splattered the side of her face with invisible seed. Something sucked on her earlobe on the other side. The slender cock pulled out of her sex and was replaced with the mouths of two women sucking on her juices.

Renata came again. Bliss flowed through her body like an ocean in a hurricane. It came from all directions and Renata could barely comprehend it all.

The tentacle withdrew from Renata’s ass. A long finger took its place. It pushed and wiggled its way into her stretched orifice. Knuckle after knuckle penetrated her most intimate spot.

The cocks in Renata’s mouth sprayed their seed, thick streams that spilled from her lips. They slipped out and she barely had time to choke before a hairy pussy pressed to her lips. Every lick of the unseen sex sent a tingle up her tongue that went straight to her pussy.

Soft breasts pressed against Renata’s hanging tits. The cock in her pussy pulled out and was replaced with something curved and slightly cold. After it was done with her sex, it pulled out and was replaced by a tentacle that spun slowly. When it had used her, the tentacle was replaced by a warm cock that jingled with every thrust.

Renata climaxed again. As she screamed her pleasure, the symphony of sensations abruptly vanished. Cocks, hands, tits and mouths no longer touched her body. Unsupported, she fell forward onto the hard floor.

She opened her eyes. One by one, the candles around the room winked out. The windows closed of their own volition. Grains of chalk vibrated in different directions and broke the circle.

It was over. The spirits had taken their due. Renata stayed on the floor, drunk on orgasms and the relief of finishing another Halloween.


“Oh dear. I may be a supernatural manifestation of sexual fear, but even I am a bit flustered by that one.”

“I feel like I need a cigarette and a cold shower, and not just because my skull is on fire.”

“Perhaps we should go somewhere more private and engage in an orgy for two? How does that sound?”

“Praise Don Coscarelli! That would make my eternal damnation worthwhile!”

“I should certainly hope so. As for you poor readers, you will have to resort to mortal means to satisfy yourselves. Return next week for the final Halloween story of the month. I will catch your souls later.”

Oct 132021
Oh to be a pumpkin.

Greetings mortals! It is your favorite nightmare, come to ride you like a mare! Yes, it is me, Suckubeth. With me for all eternity and then some, is my Flaming-Skull-on-a-Stick, Burny.

“Flee mortals! This demon is part of a network of sexual demons who collect erotica readers in order to-“

“Now, now, Burny. Don’t be giving spoilers! As for you mortals, I hope you brought your comfort blanket because I have terrifying story for you today. It involves a secret orgy, family in peril and a sexy wicked clown.”

“A sexy clown? Are there no limits to your depravity?”

“Sweet Vincent Price, I hope not! That is enough talking. Read on, mortals.”


I awoke sometime around 3am. It wasn’t clear who had awakened me. The only clue I had was that my cock was as hard as a rock, but I couldn’t remember any dreams that might explain my erection.

Memories of the day seeped in. It was Halloween. My wife, Carol, had taken the kids out and I had stayed home to man the door. It had been a busy night of kids and teens and one pair of costumed adults. The kids came home, had their one piece of candy and then then reluctantly went to sleep. Carol and I passed out shortly after.

Carol snored quietly. I laid in bed, trying to will my erection away and go back to sleep. It wasn’t happening.

Something felt wrong. It was hard to explain. There was a problem in the house and I couldn’t shake the feeling that I needed to deal with it. You get these vibes sometimes when you’re a parent. It is like a sixth sense that more often than not, tends to be accurate.

Well, I wasn’t going to be able to get back to sleep until I checked everything out. I got out of bed. My dick poked a tent in my boxers. I put on a robe in case one of the kids saw me. As quietly as I could, I slipped out of the bedroom.

Two nightlights glowed from two bedrooms. Dim light from the living room below illuminated the stairs. The light came some Halloween lights that Carol strung up. She loved this holiday.

I checked the kids first. They were both asleep. Feeling a little foolish, I debated going to the trouble of checking the locks on the front and back door. The paranoid feeling won out and I decided to go down the stairs.

Halfway down the stairs, I froze. Shapes moved in the dim light of the living room. Lots of them.

My eyes adjusted and the shapes became bodies. People writhed on top of one another. Someone in a lion costume fucked a woman dressed as a ringleader over the back of our couch. An immensely large woman sat on the faces of two men as they stroked their hard cocks. Three women dressed in harem silks kissed each other in a lesbian tangle of limbs.

“What th-“ I said before a hand clamped over my mouth. Something sharp touched the side of my neck.

“No, no, no,” someone whispered in my ear. It was a woman’s voice, though very high-pitched. “Not a single sound or I will poke your neck and make you spray blood like a fire hose. Do you want that?”

Very carefully, I shook my head.

“Good boy,” the voice said. “Now slip your robe off so I can check you for weapons. Slow-ly.”

I did as the voice commanded. The sharp point at the side of my neck was great motivation. I opened my robe and rolled my shoulders, letting it slip down my back.

“Good, now stand still and be very quiet,” the voice said. Soft tits topped with hard nipples pressed into my back. The hand moved away from my mouth and patted down my chest, my belly and then the boxers. Soft fingers squeezed the bulge that was still down there.

“Whoa, I should call you Pokey,” the voice said. She held onto my erection.

A few seconds passed. The orgy continued below me in the living room. The unknown woman squeezed my dick a few times and then reached into my boxers. She pulled my erection through the narrow fold of the cloth.

The point at my neck never moved.

“It sure is a shame that you woke up, Mister,” the voice said. “Your house was picked for this year’s party and we plan to fuck all night. I won’t tell you how we picked your house but you should be more careful about what pictures post on social medial. You are just lucky that I am on guard duty right now. If BeerCan Pete had found you, well, things would have gotten a little messy.”

“Please, just-“ I said before the sharp point dug deeper into my skin.

“Naughty, naughty,” the voice said. “I said be quiet. This isn’t a negotiation. If you say another word, I will cut you, and Mister, I don’t even want to say what will happen to the rest of your family. Trust me, it will be bad. In fact, why don’t you turn around and take a look at me.”

I didn’t want to but I didn’t have a choice. It wasn’t easy rotating on the stairs but I did. The sharp point stayed where it was, slowly tracing the circumference of my throat as I turned.

A dark woman stood in front of me. She had white paint around her eyes and mouth. A red ball covered her nose. Bright red lipstick adorned full lips. Large brown breasts stood at attention with white paint on her aureoles but her black nipples were unadorned. Frizzy blue hair that might have been a wig crowned her head. She was naked except for a blue G-string that sparkled.

It was a clown. I was held hostage by a clown.

In her hand was a long kitchen knife. It was one of ours, but it was far sharper than I remembered. It was unsettling to think about why she felt the need to sharpen it.

“Hi Pokey,” the clown whispered. “My name is Queefy. I just want to ask you one question but don’t say anything. Do I look like the kind of psycho who would murder you and your family?”

I nodded my head.

Queefy smiled. “Good,” she whispered. “Good answer, Pokey. Now turn back around and sit down on the steps.”

I did as she asked. My heart was pounding so hard that my ears were almost ringing. I squatted down and planted my butt on one of the steps.

Something happened behind me. The stairs creaked as Queefy shifted her weight. I wasn’t sure what it was and I sure as fuck wasn’t turning around to look.

The orgy continued downstairs. A man wearing an elephant mask was pushing his impossibly thick cock into the ass of a woman wearing a sparkly gymnast leotard. Another clown woman, naked except for her suspenders was standing on one of our end tables and was sucking the dick of a man standing in stilts. The three women in harem clothes had shifted into a tight triangle of mutual pussy-eating.

Queefy sat down behind me. Both of her heavy breasts rested on my shoulders. She brought her arm around my chest and tapped the knife against my chest.

“This year’s theme is the circus,” Queefy said. “I think I like being a clown. All these crazy ideas in my head just feel more natural than they usually do. Maybe I should be a clown all year. What do you think?”

I didn’t say anything.

“Oh right, I told you to shut up,” Queefy said. “Wow, that was close, Pokey. I almost killed your family just because of my own question.”

A shudder went through me.

“Let’s see if you can stay quiet,” she whispered.

Both legs swung around my hips. With incredible agility, she brought her feet to my lap. The arches of her foot slid together to trap my dick between them.

I bit my tongue to keep from groaning. Queefy clamped her hand over my mouth again. Maybe she was trying to help me.

Queefy hummed. It was a familiar tune but I couldn’t place it. Maybe it was something I heard at a circus once.

The clown’s feet moved up and down. My dick looked so pale between her brown feet. She wiggled her shoulders, making her plump breasts jiggle against the sides of my head.

I moaned into her hand.

“Feels a little dry,” Queefy said. She took her hand off my mouth and her right knee turned at an incredible angle to bring the side of her foot to my mouth. The foot smelled like leather.

“Lick, Pokey,” Queefy said. “Get it nice and slick.”

I spat on her foot. It was insane but I did it. I slobbered onto her foot with all the spit that I had.

Queefy lowered her damp foot and brought it back down to my cock. The spit felt wonderful as she pressed it into my hardness. She twisted her left foot to my mouth with her contortionist skills and I licked her offered foot without being told.

“You are a fast learner, Pokey,” Queefy whispered. “Not at all like last year’s host, Mr. Dead-Dead. Not like him at all.”

A sob escaped my lips but I kept licking. My heart was pounding harder. A tension headache started and I worried about my blood pressure. I doubt Queefy would let me get my pills.

The clown returned her wet foot to my cock. Now both of them clamped together around my hard length. Up and down they went, stroking me tighter and swifter than any handjob I have ever had.

I moaned again into Queefy’s hand. The twin weight of her breasts on my shoulders were distracting.

“You’re starting to get loud, Pokey,” Queefy said. “I am having too much fun to stop now for a murder spree. Give me a sec.”

Queefy laid the knife in my lap; the blade so damn close to my cock. Her feet kept stroking me. Every motion of her feet made me paranoid that she was going to cut my dick.

She kept one hand over my mouth while the other hand did something behind me. I thought about grabbing the knife but only for a few seconds. It wouldn’t have surprised me if she was able to grab the knife with her feet and stab me.

And then she would stab Carol. Anything after that was too terrible to contemplate.

“Open wide,” Queefy said, taking her hand from my mouth.

My mouth popped open. It was embarrassing how quick I was to obey. She brought her hand around and I caught sight of something blue, sparkly and with strings. Queefy crammed it into my mouth.

The taste of pussy, cotton candy and spandex filled my mouth. It was Queefy’s G-string! She was gagging me with her underwear.

Queefy snatched up her knife from my lap. Her feet never stopped stroking me. She used her free hand to tap me on the nose as she talked.

“Wow, look at them go at it,” Queefy whispered. “See that girl getting choked by the guy dressed as a lion tamer while they fuck? Those two are the nicest kidnappers you will ever meet. That clown chick with the strap-on? The things I have seen her cram up a man’s ass would give you nightmares. Oh, keep an eye on the sword-swallower getting stuffed at both ends! That little guy with the red hat is going to see if he can get his dick in that ass. Oh neat! He did it on his first try!

I barely watched the orgy. My attention was on the feet around my cock. The spit was starting to dry but I felt like I was about to come at any moment.

“This is getting me hot and gooey,” Queefy whispered. “I hate guard duty but I did have the lowest number of kills this year. Fucking pandemic. Hey Pokey, want to help a clown out?”

I nodded my head. All I wanted was to keep her happy.

“Goody!” Queefy said. “Now don’t move a muscle.”

The clown parted her legs and her feet left my pulsing cock. She rose up from behind me and her heavy tits left my shoulders. I watched in silence as she climbed down to my step and straddled my hips. Knife in one hand, and my cock in the other, she guided me into her the smooth lips of her pussy.

Wet tightness sheathed my cock. She sank down onto my lap. She took one hand and placed it on a large brown breast. My fingers instinctively squeezed.

“Honk,” Queefy whispered. She placed the knife at my neck and smiled. The white paint around her mouth stretched her smile into something inhuman.

The clown fucked me on the stairs of my house. The carpeted step burned my ass. The sharp angle of the steps made my back ache.

Queefy didn’t care. She bounced up and down on my dick. I held onto one painted breast while the other jumped and flopped. The light from the living room formed a sinister halo around her frizzy blue hair.

“Ha,” Queefy repeated with every drop on my cock. I have never heard someone grunt in a whisper. Was it an act or just some weird thing she did naturally?

“Ha. Ha. Ha.”

I bit down on the G-string in my mouth to keep from crying out. Sparkles came loose and swam in my mouth. The smell of pussy filled my lings.

“Ha. Ha. Ha.”

There was the tiniest groan from the orgy in the living room. It was quickly silenced.

“Ha. Ha. Ha.”

Queefy bounced like she was riding a toy. Well, I guess she was. My cock and lap were just another plaything to her.

“Ha. Ha. Ha.”

The knife point wiggled against my neck. I felt something warm trickle down my skin. Was I bleeding? What happens if she gets too excited and the knife slips?

“I’m going to cream, Pokey,” Queefy said. “I’m going to cream on your hard little pokey. Rub my little clitty bang-bang!”

Queefy pulled my hand from painted tit and placed it on her pussy lips. I quickly searched with my thumb and found the hard nub of her clitoris. My thumb rubbed up and down as she bounced.

“Ha. Ha. Ha,” Queefy grunted. She pulled the knife from my throat and just held it by her side. The force of her humping sent both tits bouncing in different directions.

“I want you to cream too, Pokey,” she said. “Cream inside my clown twat and I will carry your spunk around until someone eats it out of me.”

I rubbed the clown clit harder. She bounced faster on my dick. The stairs creaked from our fucking. I worried it might wake someone up.

“Come when I hit zero, pokey,” Queefy whispered. “Ten. Nine. Eight.”

Holy shit, was that possible? Do people really climax on demand like that? What if I fail?

“Seven. Six.”

I tried to stare at Queefy’s brown tits and white auroles, but my eyes refused to leave that sharp knife.

“Five, Two, One!”

Shit, she skipped numbers!”

“Three-quarters. One half, four-tenths.”

The insane clown was fucking with me. My life and the lives of my family were at stake and she was fucking with me. All the while, her tight cunt bounced on my cock.”

“One-eighth, ZERO!” Queefy gasped.

She stopped bouncing. Her pussy spasmed around my sensitive cock. She pressed the flat of her knife against her breasts and shuddered on my cock.

Mercifully, I climaxed. My teeth grinded against the G-string in my mouth as I fought to keep from crying out. Without thinking, I grabbed her ass and held on as I rode out my pleasure.

“Whoa, Pokey,” Queefy said. “That is a lot of cream you put up in there. I can feel it filling me up like a fire hose. You should wack off every once in a while.”

I said nothing but I did let go of her ass.

“Okay, Pokey,” Queefy said. “My turn at guard duty is almost up and you have been a good sport. It would be a shame to kill you and burn down your house. If I let you go back to bed, do you promise to stay there and not say a word?

I nodded with enthusiasm.

“Okay-doke,” Queefy said. She suddenly stood up. My cock slipped out of her slippery pussy. She bent over and I was distracted by her heavy hanging breasts until she pressed her fingers to my lips. I opened my mouth and she pulled out her G-string.

“Oh goody, you got them nice and wet,” Queefy said. “Now go get in bed and remember, stay there until at least sunrise. I also don’t have to tell you not to tell anyone right?”

I shook my head.

“Good, Pokey,” Queefy said. “Sleep tight!”

She turned around and walked down the staircase. I grabbed my robe and quickly ascended back to the second floor. The stairs creaked as someone much heavier climbed the steps.

I didn’t look back as I hurried back to bed.


“I do love a story that teaches a lesson. Remember mortals, when you hear something in the house at night, it might be better to let it be.”

“Unless you are really horny.”

“Burny, I am surprised you are offering good advice on dangerous sex.”

“Well, I figure it you got a crazed killer in your house, you might as well see if you can get some before possibly dying.”

“We might need to see if we can make that advice into a t-shirt. Let’s see what these readers do tonight when they hear something from the living room. As for the mortals that survive, I will catch your souls later.

Oct 062021
Better than Pumpkin spice!

“Greetings mortals! It is I, Suckubeth, that demon queen who makes you scream, and scream and scream! I have returned after six long years to haunt this blog and bring you more sexy terror. With me as always is my Flaming-Skull-on-a-stick, Burny!”

“The seals have been broken and the rites have been forgotten! Run for your lives, mortals! Go read something wholesome for your soul, like that cookbook your mother passive-aggressively gave you!”

“Hush, Burny. These people miss me. The only horror they have had was a big orange guy with a mushroom dick. They are starving for something more salty, savory and sweet.”

“Oh dear, now I am hungry. I didn’t know a burning skull could get hungry.”

“Save that appetite because I have a story that will fill your stomach and your other needs. Read on, mortals.”


Emma hunched behind the decrepit counter. Her friends did the same. she did a quick head count. Oh God, there was only six of them left.

They never should have never picked the abandoned Eastside Mall for the Halloween party. Jacob should have never rented the generator to power up the food court. Olivia should have never brought her Ouija board.

Someone, or something, walked among the tables of the food court. It wore an ugly jumpsuit that had been stained grey with God knows what. On its head was a phallic looking mask. It carried a large club painted like a sausage in one hand, and dragged the dead body of Aidan in the other. It slowly dragged the body towards one of the empty restaurants and into the back kitchen.

“Who is that dickhead?” Kaitlyn whispered.

“You don’t know about Sausage Joe?” Ryan said. “He killed a bunch of people in the 90’s.”

“I don’t like history,” Kaitlyn said. It was true. Emma was pretty sure that Kaitlyn didn’t like math, science or biology either. The only thing that girl cared about was anatomy, preferably, but not exclusively, male.

“Why does he wear that stupid mask? It looks like a dick,” Kaitlyn asked.

“He was a mascot for a sausage store here in the mall,” Matthew said. He knew all the gory stories. “He wore that stupid outfit and people picked on him all the time. One day he snapped and killed a bunch of teens in the parking lot. He ground them all up for sausages.”

“Ewww,” Kaitlyn said. “Why didn’t the police arrest him?”

“Because they shot him dead,” Tyler said. “And I would too if Hailey didn’t make me leave my gun in the parking lot.”

“You don’t bring a gun to a party, Tyler,” Hailey snapped. “Don’t you watch the news?”

“Well maybe you bring a gun to an abandoned mall that keeps having serial killer attacks!” Tyler snapped.

“Wait,” Kaitlyn said. “You said he was shot dead. Is this someone else?”

“Well, no one knows for sure,” Matthew continued. Despite the danger, Emma could see him smiling in the darkness. “Every couple of years, Sausage Joe, or someone that dresses like him, attacks people in or around the mall. He has been doing this for years.”

“Why the fuck do people keep coming here?” Kaitlyn asked. “Fuck, why did we come here?”

“It is the only place in town the police don’t come to,” Ryan said. “If you want a party, and you don’t have someone’s house to use, this is the go-to place. I mean, it’s not like he kills everyone who comes here.”

Emma frowned. That sort of short-sighted thinking is why she broke up with Ryan when they were younger. He never thought bad things could happen to him.

“Usually, he kills a dozen people and then stops,” Matthew said. “No one know why he stops at twelve. Some people say it is because he makes sausages out of their bodies, and a dozen sausages is what you used to get with one of the bucket meal deals.”

“Hold on,” Emma said. “We saw him kill Aidan, Olivia and Joshua just now when we tried to escape through the doors.”

“When did he have time to put the fucking chains on the doors?” Tyler asked.

“It’s not important,” Emma said. “That’s three. He killed Isabella and Hannah back at the dried up water fountain, so that’s five.”

“And we haven’t seen Sarah and Nicholas since the séance,” Ryan added.

“That was a bad fucking idea,” Tyler snickered.

“That is seven,” Emma said. “Shit, he’s nowhere near twelve people.”

“There’s another way to make him go away,” Matthew said. “Sausage Joe was kind of an incel before incels were a thing. Some people have tried fucking him and that makes him go away.”

“Bullshit,” Tyler said.

“No, it’s true,” Hailey said. “My Aunt Lydia said that one of her friends fucked Sausage Joe when he attacked them one Fourth of July. After that, he left even though he had only killed one of them,”

“I heard a similar story,” Ryan said. “Except it was a gay guy who sucked off Sausage Joe during a Christmas massacre. He’s not picky.”

“Well, I am not sucking off some killer,” Tyler said. “I’d rather be a sausage. Kaitlyn should do it, she’s the slut in the group.”

“Fuck you, Tyler,” Hailey said. “God, I can’t believe we’re dating. Kaitlyn is allowed to be as promiscuous as she wants.”

“Actually, I’m still a virgin,” Kaitlyn said. “I just read a lot of smut online and tell those stories so people will think I am cool. I am so sorry that I lied to you guys!”

“Shit, he’s out again!” Ryan said.

The six people peeked over the counter. Sausage Joe had his club over his shoulder as he walked to one of the other abandoned restaurants. He looked behind the counter and then moved to the next one. There were only two more empty stores to check, and then a wide hallway to the rest of the mall before he reached their location.

Emma looked at her friends. Kaitlyn whimpered. No wait, that was Tyler. They had all seen how fast Sausage Joe was at killing. The doors to the food court were how they got into the mall and now they are chained up. If they wanted to run for it, it meant running through a dark empty mall at night praying that they could find a way out.

Shit, Emma didn’t want her friends to die. Matthew was creepy with his interest in murder but he also snuck her R-rated DVDs when they were kids. Hailey had terrible choice in boys but they got through eight books of that vampire romance series together. Kaitlyn helped her buy her first dildo. Ryan was her first kiss, sext and handjob.

As for Tyler, well, fuck Tyler.

Sausage Joe inspected the old doughnut place. It was the last store on that side of the food court. Kaitlyn was hugging Matthew. Tyler was quietly sneaking into the back kitchen. Hailey was praying. Ryan licked his lips, as if trying to screw up the courage to do something.

“I’ll do it,” Emma said.

Ryan grabbed her hand. “Em, no!”

Emma pulled her hand free. To his credit, Ryan didn’t hold on. He always did respect her.

Sausage Joe came out of the doughnut place. He paused and then walked towards the store they were hiding at. The painted club was by his side and he took a few practice swings as he came closer.

When he was about twenty feet away, Emma stood up. “Hey, Sausage Joe. I heard you like pussy.”

Sausage Joe stopped in his tracks. He put the club over his shoulder. The ridiculous sausage mask bobbed as he nodded his head.

Emma’s heart was pounding as she came around the counter. None of her friends tried to stop her. She walked across the food court under flickering lights. A large blood stain was in her way and she walked around it.

Something crashed behind Emma. It sounded like a bunch of pans. Sausage Joe flinched and lifted his club. He stomped towards Emma. No, not her, towards her friends!

Emma acted fast. She pulled her blouse off to reveal the lacy black bra she wore in case someone cute showed up. “Hey dickheard, look, tits!”

Sausage Joe stopped in his tracks. He turned slowly towards her. She really regretted calling him dickhead. It was that stupid hat. It really did look like an ugly dick.

Fortunately, Sausage Joe set his club down on a dusty table. He reached for Emma and grabbed a bra-covered breast. His rough fingers sunk in and squeezed.

Emma winced. His hands were cold and his grip was really strong. He crushed her breast in one hand and then let go to crush the other. Back and forth he went, squeezing her tits with his left hand while his right hand hung by his side.

Sausage Joe pawed the bra cup. He was trying to pull it off. His fingers sunk in and tore the cup right off the garment. Emma cried out as he did the same to the other cup.

“Juicy,” Sausage Joe groaned. It sounded like a grinder chewing through meat.

He grabbed her right breast and squeezed again. Pain lanced through Emma’s breast. She dropped to her knees in agony.

Sausage Joe let go of her tit and grabbed her head instead. Powerful fingers clutched at her blonde hair. He held her in place as his other hand moved to his crotch. There was a fold in the grey jumpsuit that he reached into.

Emma gulped at what he pulled out. A thick member, remarkably clean, emerged from the jumpsuit. The head was a deep purple. The dick was monstrous in length.

“How the fuck did that guy suck this?” Emma thought.

Sausage Joe pulled her head to his sausage. Emma opened wide as the massive beast battered her teeth. It invaded her mouth and pushed into her throat. He pulled her head in until Emma’s nose was pressed hard against his filthy jumpsuit.

The smell of blood choked Emma. Sausage Joe grabbed her hair with both hands and his hips began to pump. The thick cock rammed her mouth as he fucked her head.

Emma gurgled. She grabbed his thighs and tried to push but Sausage Joe was too strong. The only thing she could was keep her jaw as slack as possible and hope it would be over soon.

It wasn’t. Sausage Joe fucked her face at the same inhuman pace. Spit fell from her violated mouth and splattered against her bouncing tits. The thick cock battered her throat with savage thrusts. Her scalp burned from the tugging on her hair but there was no escape.

Emma wondered what the others were thinking. Were Kaitlyn and Hailey glad that it wasn’t their mouths being abused? Was Matthew watching it all so he can add it to the scary stories he collected? Did Ryan regret letting her go or was he wondering why he never got a blowjob from her?

The thrusting dick bruised Emma’s lips. She choked but Sausage Joe kept going. The jumpsuit opened more to reveal giant hair balls.

There was the sound of running feet. Sausage Joe let go of Emma’s head with his right hand but held onto to her with the other. She tried to look but the monster’s cock kept ramming her mouth.

WHACK! Something hit the ground behind her. It sounded like a body.

Sausage Joe pulled out of Emma’s mouth. Oh shit, he must be mad. Someone did something stupid and now he was going to kill her.

Emma was pulled to her feet. Sausage Joe grabbed the front of her jeans and tried to pull it open. It was like he had never opened a woman’s pants before. Well, he probably hadn’t. Emma unfastened her jeans and then hooked her fingers in her pants and her black underwear before pulling them down.

Sausage Joe grunted. The silly blood-stained mask nodded. He held onto Emma as she stepped out of her jeans and underwear. Thank God she wore her sandals tonight.

Emma was spun around to face the counter her friends were hiding behind. A body was on the ground in front of her. It was Tyler and his head was tiled at an unnatural angle. One of those long metal pizza shovels was in his hand.

Relief washed over Emma. Fuck Tyler. She was so glad that it wasn’t one of her friends. The idiot must have been dying to do some violence.

Heh, dying. Emma started to giggle. Was this what hysteria felt like?

Sausage Joe grabbed her waist and pushed on her back. Emma bent forward and braced her legs. Something thick and covered in spit pushed against her shaved sex. The wide head pushed into her.

“Fuck!” Emma cried out. The massive meat fucked her pussy. It was too big. It was going too fast. It was unbelievable.

Sausage Joe grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head back. Emma’s body went limp as he pounded her from behind. Her arms and tits dangled as she was used.

Four heads peeked out from behind the pizza counter. It was impossible to read their expressions from this distance but all of their eyes were wide open. Wait, did Matthew have his cell phone out? Not cool!

The thick sausage rammed Emma’s pussy. Her eyes clenched shut as the orgasm hit her. A monstrous wave of bliss obliterated her senses.

Damn, how much of a loser was this guy that he couldn’t get laid with a dick like this?

Sausage Joe kept going. For a monster who only fucks every couple of years, he had amazing endurance. The sound of his hips slamming into Emma’s ass echoed through the mall.

Emma couldn’t take much more. Her pussy was sore. Both tits ached from the squeezing he gave them. She was going need an ice pack for her throat from the skull-fucking earlier.

Without warning, Sausage Joe pulled out of Emma and she dropped to her knees. The wet squishing sound behind her told her that he was jacking his dick.

There was a loud howl. Sticky wetness fell from the ceiling and onto Emma’s kneeling body. Wait, it wasn’t rain. It was Sausage Joe’s semen, arcing through the air and showering her with his filthy seed.

Emma stayed where she was. After what seemed like forever, the rain stopped. She looked up to see that some of the seed had landed on Tyler’s face.

“You got some of his spunk after all,” Emma whispered. She thought she was still hysterical.

Sausage Joe picked up his club. He tucked his shrinking dick back into his filthy jumper. The mask looked down at Emma and she wished she could see his face.

Emma didn’t say anything. He was supposed to go away now. That was the whole point. Well, unless that story was bullshit and they were all going to die anyway. Wouldn’t that suck?

Sausage Joe bent over. Emma flinched until she saw him grab Tyler by the shirt. The killer dragged the body towards the old sausage place. A smear of blood trailed behind the two.

Emma got to her feet on unsteady legs. She was never eating sausage again.


“What a lovely story to start the Halloween season. Girl meets Killer, Killer Bangs Girl, Killer brains Guy and keeps banging Girl. It is a timeless tale.”

“It does make you wonder if Emma will now have a thing for meat between her legs.”

“Burny! I am surprised and delighted by your awful pun. I am beginning to rub off on your eternal damnation.”

“I could only dream that you would rub off on me, sexually.”

“True Burny, so true. As for you mortals, maybe you will get your chance if you keep reading these stories. I will catch your souls later.”

Oct 312017

We end the month of Halloween with a horror novel with an irresistible title by Christine Morgan. There was no way that I wasn’t going to read something called “Spermjackers From Hell.” I am terribly jealous of this title and concept.

The book is about five dumb-asses summoning a succubus like some sort of occult version of the movie Weird Science. The succeed but instead of a Kelly LeBrock, they got something with a lot more pseudopods and way out of their league to control. Sexual terror ensues.

Keep in mind that this is a Horror book and not an Erotica or even Erotic Horror book. The shit goes down in this book is horrifying and traumatizing. It is also quite funny with believable dialogue. The author frequently breaks the fourth wall to lighten the mood as well as emphasize how fucked up this situation is. I can count one hand how many times breaking-the-fourth-wall is successfully done but this book manages to do it.

All in all, this is a gruesome book for people who like a bit more sexual content in their horror. I enjoyed it and will be looking for more this author.

Oct 302017

Pumpkin Patties are almost indistinguishable from regular women. Sure, they have an orange tint to their skin and their curves are a bit firmer than normal women, but their smiling faces put everyone at ease. They dress like us although no one is sure where they get their clothes from. Do they grow them or do they steal them? Maybe it is provided by the farmer who raise them.

They travel in groups, giggling to each other and sticking close for support. One strange woman might stand out but a group of strange women on Halloween is just another drunk group of friends. They are also awfully friendly with their big smiles and wide-open eyes.

One giveaway is that they are not much for talking. Oh, they can talk but mostly they want to kiss and their lips taste like pumpkin spice. They want you to squeeze their big breasts and reach between their legs. Gently they lead you into the darkness where the two of you can shed your clothes and push deep into thick patches of something that is not quite hair until you reach something that is certainly wet, warm and clenching.

And what happens once their lovers are exhausted and spent beside them after a bout of copulation? The Pumpkin Patty picks herself up and goes off in search of more fun. She rejoins her fellow Patties and they keep searching for more lovers.

The night only comes to an end when the first rays of dawn appear. That is when the Pumpkin Patty returns to her field, sheds her clothes and sinks back into the earth that spawned her. She breaks apart quickly, soaking the field with her special magic that will ensure a fertile ground for next spring.

A Pumpkin Patty only has one night to live so if you encounter one, make sure to help them make it a night worth living for.

Whispers from Suckubeth by Anonymous.

Oct 272017

Trick ‘r Treat is a 2017 anthology movie about the horrible things that happen in a small town one Halloween. Instead of a framing story, there is a mysterious small figure who wanders from story to story until he gets his own story is revealed at the end. The body count is high but every story has a moral, even if that moral is don’t fuck around with the spirit of Halloween.

I love this movie so much. It hits everything I want in a Halloween movie.

Mysterious central figure? Check.

Anthology of short stories? Check.

A story about kids being dicks and getting what they deserve? Check.

A story with hot chicks in costumes? Check.

A story that actually embraces the holiday of Halloween as a concept and not just as a background for a typical horror movie? Check.

Bad people getting punished? Check.

Again, I love this movie too much to be objective. I also don’t want to spoil anything by going into more detail. Let’s just say that I watch this every year and it is always great. With the possible exception of John Carpetner’s Halloween, this is the quintessential Halloween horror movie in my book.


Oct 262017

Here is a fact of life that may surprise no one: if you have breasts, odds are that they are already haunted. Spirits are attracted to breasts because they are warm, soft, close to the heart and quite frankly, most spirits loved breasts when they were alive and that doesn’t stop when you die.

During Halloween, the ghosts haunting breasts become more powerful. All of their desires intensify and the magic in the air makes it easier for the ghost to affect the breast they are haunting. They can will the breast to move, often wiggling and escaping clothes that would normally hold them securely. They become more sensitive in attempt to encourage their owners to fondle and grope them, or at least become more tolerant of the groping of others. In some cases, they have the ability to enchant other people who gaze upon the haunted breast. These enchanted people become obsessed with looking at the haunted breast and wish nothing more than to touch them.

What do these spirits desire? They want to be touched. They want to be worshipped. They want to be kissed. They want to be admired. And yes, many of them want to be fucked.

Some people feel they can exorcise their haunted breasts. They try slapping, flogging, nipple clamps and harsh pinches. They believe that such pain drives forth the ghost inside. That may be true but more likely, the ghost planted the idea in their host because they enjoy the kinky stuff.

Whispers from Suckubeth by Anonymous

Oct 252017

Time is the greatest test of quality. You might love something when it first comes out but the real test is if you love it ten years later. An even better test is if you love it after you have read, seen or played it a hundred times.  The best works of art get better with time and repetition.

A Night in the Lonesome October by Roger Zelazny is one of those books that I keep reading every year and I always find something new to delight me. It is the story of Jack the Ripper, A Vampire Count, a Mad Scientist and his Monster, a Great Detective, A Mad Monk, a Sinister Druid, a Witch, an Evil Vicar and others have come together for a great cosmic event set for Halloween night. Some want to use the event to open a gate to the Great Old Ones while others are there to close it. Who is a Closer or an Opener is never clear. The book takes part during the entire month of October and is part mystery and part Battle Royale.

Oh, and the best part is that the entire novel is told from the point of view of Jack the Ripper’s dog, Snuff. Don’t worry, he is probably the smartest character in the book and one of my favorite characters ever.

Since Roger Zelazny is writing it, the story moves along at a brisk pace. There is adventure, mystery and humor every where. There is a scene that never fails to make me knot up in tension and there are always new jokes and play on words that I didn’t catch last time.

It is worth it to seek out the hardcover edition as it includes illustrations by master artist, Gahan Wilson.

Oct 242017

When you go trick or treating this Halloween, you may come across a house that you don’t remember being there. It will look old and run down but there will be a light at the door. A silhouette will at the window and the shape of the shadow will make your libido flare.

If you are wise, you will notice that children will refuse to go there. Children are smart. They know things. If you are even wiser, you will follow their lead.

But you might not be wise. The shape in the window is too attractive to ignore. You will think to yourself that maybe you will knock on the door even though you are too old for Halloween. Maybe you will think of a ruse to convince the person in the window to chat with you.

No ruse is needed. Once you knock at the door, the attractive person at the window will answer. They will smile at whatever you say. Their body language will be inviting and open. When they invite you in, it would almost seem rude to ignore them.

That will be the last you see of this mortal world. Once you enter the House, there will be no return. Oh, don’t worry, you will get laid. The lovely person who opened the door will fuck your brains out. So will the slightly less attractive person in the living room and so will the not-quite attractive person in the kitchen.

From there, you will be passed on the strange person in the dining room and after that you will have to fuck the almost hideous person that lurks under the stairs. The people will become less like people and more like things and terrible horrors but the fucking will continue and continue and continue.

When you are a dried husk of the person you used to be and are no longer worth fucking they will add you to the foundation of the building. You’ll join the other damned souls in holding this awful nightmare of a structure together for when it appears next year, in another town, on another street, where a house shouldn’t be.

Whispers from Suckubeth by Anonymous.