Author: Honey Moon
Title: The Weather always Changes on Halloween
Keywords: hanging, noose, horror, rape, snuff, Halloween



The Weather always Changes on Halloween

By Honey Moon





Kelly heard voices again. “Damn! She’s good! It almost
looks real!” They were gone when the wind died down again and
she could gasp a ragged breath.

“Help me!” the petite blonde croaked hoarsely just as once
again the wind picked up. Pick up it did! The frantic eighteen-year-
old desperately tried to keep a toe on the step stool, but it was no
use! She lifted only about three inches upward, but it was more
then enough! Kelly kicked her legs wildly while trying frantically
to at least free her hands.

Once again with feet planed firmly on the stool, the girl let
out a sob. “Why did I decide to do this?” she wailed, just before
the wind once again gained strength. She gasped and dangled, as
yet another group of trick-or treaters applauded her supposed
acting skills.

The wind lifted the branch she had tied the rope to. The
noose around her neck tightened as her body jerked upward yet
another agonizing time. Oh God! Why didn’t she think to tie the
safety harness rope to the same branch as the noose rope? The
harness was secured tightly to a thick main tree branch. Kelly had
thought it would be safer to tie her noose to a thinner branch, just
in case of a problem. What had she been thinking? The harness
was doing its job. She had jumped off the stool numerous times to
scare the greedy little candy grubbers. That was before a storm
started to blow through town! Every gust of wind threatened to end
her young life now as the cursed thinner branch lifted and waved in
the wind.

She cursed herself for using the actual real handcuffs she had
found at a flea market. In her panic after the first wind gust had
nearly killed her, she had pawed loose the key she had pinned to
her costume, only to drop it to the leaves piling up below her.

Neck aching, she tried again to cry out. “Somebody save
me!” she gasped, hardly louder then a whisper. “Daddy, please
come home early!” The wind moved again. Kelly felt the heavy
rope squeeze her esophagus closed as she once again lifted off of
the stool.

The rain started. Kelly’s Victorian dress became soaked in no
time. She shivered in frigid fear as her ordeal continued. Up she
went, legs kicking wildly. This time she managed to catch the stool
with the side of her big toe. She felt a crack and had yet another
aspect added to her torment as the bone broke. Worse, the stool
had toppled over! Now she was swinging like a pendulum as her
toe ached with white hot pain!

Tears and rain washed down her face as Kelly had fewer and
fewer chances to catch a labored breath. Twice she had nearly
blacked out before managing to get a frantic lung full of precious
air! The storm raged harder. There was no longer any hope of a
stray ttrick-or-treater rescuing her! The wildly jerking young
woman’s bladder let loose. Kelly felt warmth running down her
thighs as she lifted higher then any time before! Her eyes bugged
out as her neck was squeezed tighter and longer then she had
previously experienced. This was it! She could hardly see through
a red misty haze as her beautiful young body convulsed.

Without warning there was a crash. Kelly’s world spun
around her! The blonde hit the ground with a thud as the tree
uprooted before the might of the storm. She ached all over as she
lay behind the bushes in front of her house, but Kelly managed to
gasp a life saving breath! “Thank you, God!” she croaked, before
passing out.

A hand was on her shoulder. “Hey girl, are you okay?”

Kelly looked up into the face of her neighbor. Normally she
had no liking or trust even, for Mr. McIntyre. Kelly felt like she
could kiss the weirdo now! “Thank you! Oh thank God this is
over! Untie me Mr. McIntyre!” She managed to force out, throat
and neck still aching. “Please, untie me!”

“Damn girl. I can hardly hear you.” He looked around in the
post storm calm, noting that the hedges hid them from view of the
street. “I don’t think anyone would hear you.”

Hands began to roughly work on her soaked costume. “Stop.”
She managed to gasp as he yanked her voluminous skirts up over
her head. “Oh God, no! I’m a virgin!”

The man over her paused. “What was that?” he honestly
wasn’t taunting her. Kelly’s damaged throat and the sodden skirts
made it very hard to hear what she was saying. He pulled the skirts
down. “What did you say, sweetie?”

The blonde sobbed. “Please get the noose off of me!” she
cried softly. “The handcuff key is somewhere over there! Let me
go and I won’t say a word about you peeking under my dress. Just
please don’t do this! I’m saving myself for my wedding day!”

The big man laughed. “I haven’t had me a virgin in quite a
while. Never one as pretty as you, Kelly Martin!” Once more the
skirts went over her head. “Imagine you cuffing yourself just the
way I like’em!”

Hands bound behind her back made it impossible for Kelly to
fight off the unwanted advances. She sobbed uncontrollably as
rough hands tore the panties from her shivering body. “Please no!”
she croaked harshly as his weight settled over her. “No! Please let
me go!”

He pulled the skirts down just enough to see her teary face.
“Just relax sweetie. Give it a chance and I know you’ll like it!”

She felt something huge and hard press against her. “Not like
this!” she groaned as he settled himself right against her center.
“You can’t! Oh God! Don’t let this happen to me!”

The large man bore down. “Damn girl, you sure are a tight
one!”

Kelly let out a strangled croaking gasp as her precious
virginity was forever stolen away. “Get it out!” she huskily
groaned. “It hurts! It’s too big!”

“Sweetie, you sure are a fine lay!” He rammed into her and
moaned with pleasure as she cried. “Virgins always are the best
fucks!”

Kelly bucked and writhed under her assailant, not realizing
she was only making his experience that much more enjoyable.
Before long, something shameful began to make itself known.
“Stop!” she gasped, fear and humiliation wracking her soul. “No! I
don’t want this! I will not let it happen!”

Her ‘lover’ grinned. “Told you you’ll like it! I have a way
with women. They always get what they want from good ol’
Bobby!”

Kelly cried hot tears of shame as her body responded to this
hellish ordeal. She didn’t know why, but her body was fast
approaching that secret state of pleasure only her fingers had
brought her to before. Was it because she read those nasty stories
online? Did that somehow program her body to want this? “No!
Not like this! Please God; don’t make me cum like this!”

“God has nothing to do with it, you sexy little whore!” His
hips moved faster as that huge organ pumped deeper and deeper
within her. “Bobby is in charge now! Cum for me! Cum like the
little slut you are!”

She tried. Kelly really tried to ignore the growing feelings,
but it was no use! Images of dirty pictures viewed online flashed
through her frantic mind as she was pushed ever closer to the
abyss. Did some part of her want this when she had put a rope
around her neck and handcuffed herself? Was this because she
peeked at bondage websites and nasty Japanese rope sites?
Gasping and croaking, Kelly thrashed through a massive orgasm!

Bobby groaned and pressed in deeper. “Fuck yeah girl!” he
cried as his member jerked and danced deep within her clasping
body. “Milk me! Milk every drop!”

When it was all over, Kelly began to sob again. “What if I’m
pregnant?” she managed to grunt as her lover rolled off of her
body. “What if you put a baby in me?”

He only laughed. “No chance of that, slut. I had the ol’ snip-
snip done a few years back.” He laughed. “You know. A
vasectomy. I can’t be leaving my DNA lying around in just any old
slut I nail, can I?”

A tiny hope glimmered. “I’m not pregnant?” she moaned.
“Thank you, God!” She shook her head. “Untie me! I swear I
won’t say a word about this to anyone! Please just help me now!”

Bobby McIntyre sighed. “I know you won’t be saying a
word, sweetie. You were a fine lay though, and I for one am going
to miss you.”

Kelly struggled as her pulled her skirts back down in an
attempt to make her more presentable. “No! What are you doing?”
She staggered to her feet as he grabbed a broken branch and began
to drag it. It was the branch her noose was tied to! “Please no! Mr.
McIntyre! I’ll do you again! I’ll do anything you ever tell me to do
for the rest of my life!” She grunted as she frantically moved to
keep the rope slack. “Please don’t! You can be the one who saved
me! I swear I’ll never talk! You’ll be a hero!” She couldn’t move
any more! She had reached the end of her safety harness line!

“I can’t risk that, sweetheart. I didn’t leave any DNA in you,
but if you talk, who do you think the police will believe?” He lifted
the heavy branch and wedged it into the bed of his pickup truck.
“This way is better. People saw you set up your little Halloween
scare.” He gave the branch good tug. It was wedged firmly in
place. “No, this is much better. The storm knocked the tree down,
and this branch became lodged in the back of my truck.” He put on
a good show of crying. “Oh God officer! I didn’t see her there! I
didn’t notice the tree branch had a rope on it! How could I have
known she was lying in that pile of leaves?”

Kelly felt warmth flow between her thighs again as fear
gripped her heart. “No!” she dropped to her knees as Mr. McIntyre
got into his truck. “Please God help me!” she tried to scream, but
only a low groan escaped her damaged throat.

The truck’s engine sputtered into life. Frantic now, Kelly
desperately tried to find a way to loosen the noose. She couldn’t
slip her arms down her legs to get her hands in front of her. The
safety harness line prevented that. She shook her head wildly as the
truck gave a lurch and started to slowly roll forward. The slack in
the rope was soon pulled tight. Kelly fell forward, but the angle of
the rope prevented her face from striking the ground. The harness
dug into her flesh as it held her body back. She opened her mouth
in an attempt to scream, but it was too late.

The blood roared in her ears as the rope gripped ever tighter
around her throat. Mouth open and tongue protruding, the teen
fought uselessly for one last breath of sweet air. The pain increased
as she felt and heard bones grind and pop under the unyielding
pressure. The truck engine raced. Kelly felt a white hot explosion
of agony, followed by blessed numbness.

The world spun in slow motion as she flew through the air.
Kelly saw her own body. If she still had lungs to use, she would
have screamed at the sight of her life’s blood pulsing wildly from
the gaping opening of her ruined headless neck.

Kelly arched long and high. She felt no pain as she landed on
the hood of the racing pickup truck. The teen actually took some
little satisfaction at Bobby Macintyre’s look of shock and horror.
Obviously he wasn’t expecting to see her so soon! The truck
veered and she slid off of the smooth warm metal of the hood.

The blonde came to rest in a pile of leaves. Thankfully her
head had landed facing the proper direction to witness the pickup
truck’s collision with yet another tree. The truck stopped, but the
engine kept right on racing. Consciousness was fading, but Kelly
managed to keep watching. Leaves. There were an awful lot of
leaves on the ground. The truck had even come to rest on a large
pile of them.

Her sight was dimming, but Kelly was sure she could see
smoke. Yes, she could see a lick of flame beneath the truck as the
leaves caught fire from the hot exhaust system. She heard a
scream, and then another! Good ol’ Bobby must have come back to
wakefulness just in time! Bobby screamed in terror as he tried to
open the driver’s side door. It seemed to be stuck!

Somehow, as Bobby’s screams intensified, Kelly’s soul was
filled with a gentle peace. The cab of the truck was now
completely engulfed in flames. She could just make out Bobby’s
form as he thrashed wildly from within their warm and cheery
glow.

The peace filled her. Once again Kelly felt as if she was
flying. This time, the young woman felt no fear, only freedom! She
was going home, just as Bobby was. Her spirit glanced downward.
Bobby’s flames were burning brighter. The fire in the truck had
gone out, but Bobby would never notice as his worthless soul
descended ever deeper into the pits of Hell.