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.