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 Author: UnclePete
Title: All Hallow's Eve
Part: Chapter 1
Summary: My Halloween night starts off with the rape of a gorgeous
blonde.
Keywords: MF, rape, nc

   (C)2012 UnclePete on ASSTR.org

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   DISCLAIMER: The following story is about rape and non-consensual sex. 
If that disturbs, disgusts, horrifies, mortifies, shocks, sickens, or
otherwise rubs you the wrong way, guess what - you don't have to read it!
This story is a work of FICTION - these events never took place except
inside my head, which means no one was harmed in its making, so keep the
hate mail to yourself.  Thank you.

   PART ONE: WITCHING HOUR

   Ah, Halloween.  Easily my favorite holiday, and not just because women
use it as an excuse to dress like sluts...  though that's certainly part of
it.  It's because it's the one night of the year on which you can creep
around the streets at night, stalking people while wearing a rubber mask,
and no one will call the cops on you.  That's why, for a pervert like me,
Halloween is better than Christmas.  And this past year was one for the
ages.

   As usual, I made my rounds of the neighborhood around noon on the 31st.
I was looking for quite a few different things, making mental notes in my
head for later on that night.  One party was already underway - I guess
since Halloween was on a Sunday this year, people were getting started
early.  Myself, I was forced to wait until nightfall for my fun to begin.

   --

   The sun went down at about six o'clock, and I pulled on a Scream mask
and headed outside.  In addition to the mask, I was wearing full-length
black robes that dragged along the ground behind me...  and not much else.
It was a bit of a thrill, being naked underneath the robes, but I knew that
the thrills were just beginning.

   I lived in what was considered a "safe" neighborhood: lower-middle
class, but with no real issues and very little crime.  This was perfect for
what I had planned, as most women felt safe strolling along the streets
alone, and a surprising number of parents had no qualms about sending their
kids off trick-or-treating without them.  You see, age has never really
mattered to me; I'll fuck anyone, so long as they're female...  or possibly
a very effeminate male, though I would really have to be in the right mood
for that.

   But, I digress.  On this particular Halloween night, I was ready to have
the time of my life.  I had picked out some good hiding spots and secluded
places during my afternoon stroll; I also knew the high-traffic areas for
trick-or-treaters, the location of several costume parties, and a few
out-of-the-way locales where I might run into potential targets alone.  I
was SO ready for this night.

   My first stop was about half a mile from my own house, on a street
called Redwood Avenue.  Most of the streets around the neighborhood were
named after trees, an endearing little quirk about my home turf.  I
sauntered down the street slowly, keeping an eye peeled for anyone who
might tickle my fancy that night.  Trick-or-treating was just getting
underway, and a gaggle of little girls ran by me, their teenage chaperone
in hot pursuit.  A few of them (notably, a princess and a pirate) were
really hot, but they were in much too large of a group to make a move.

   I passed a pair of women, both dressed as the sluttiest cats I had ever
seen.  I shook my head at their lack of originality, but continued on -
neither of them were really my type.  Finally, after about half an hour, I
spied my first prey of the night.

   She looked to be about 22 or 23, slender and fit, somewhere around six
feet tall, with breasts I estimated at a small B-cup and blonde hair
(obviously dyed).  She was dressed as a witch...  if that witch also
doubled as a pole dancer.  Her black skirt was long in the back, but the
front was cut just a few inches below her crotch.  A tattered gray shirt
hung around her shoulders, strategically torn to show off her stomach and
quite a bit of cleavage.  She wore thigh-high boots with tall heels, a
pointed hat with a black veil hanging out the back, and carried a broom. 
She hadn't gone all out and painted her face, which was a relief, because I
really didn't feel like fucking some hook-nosed, wart-covered, green lady.
And best of all, she was completely alone.  There was a party going on over
on Maple Street, and I assumed that was where she was headed.  She was
going to be a little late.

   I slipped off the road and into a small stand of trees lining the
sidewalk.  It would take a minute for her to reach my location, and in that
time, I thought about the hiding spots I had previously picked out.  There
was one on the next street over - a playground, with lots of makeshift
hidden areas - but to get there, I'd have to drag the girl through
someone's backyard, and I couldn't be sure that they weren't home.  Then I
saw it.  Right in that same backyard was a small shed with its door
slightly ajar.  Perfect.

   I was so intent on finding a hiding spot that I almost missed the
witch-whore walk by.  I had to act fast, which was probably fortunate, as
it allowed me no time in which to get nervous.  I leaped out of the grove
in front of the girl, who jumped back, startled.  Then she started to
laugh, taking my sudden appearance as a harmless Halloween prank, as I'd
expected; it put her off her guard.  I rapidly glanced left and right: the
only other people in sight were that group of kids from earlier and a
couple of other trick-or-treaters, too engrossed in their candy to take
notice.  Confident that I wouldn't be observed, I reached out my hand and
grabbed the girl on the arm as she tried to brush by me.

   "What the hell?  Let go!" She tried to push me off of her, but I took
hold of her other arm, as well.  I was much stronger than she was.  "Get
off of...!" she tried to yell, but I reached up under her arm and put a
hand over her mouth.  I think it was at this point that she realized that
something was very wrong.

   I dragged her, kicking, backwards into the trees.  As soon as we were
safely out of eyeshot, I leaned down and whispered to her.

   "If you cooperate," I said, "This will be over much sooner.  Hell, you
might even enjoy it." With that, I slid my hand not currently covering her
mouth up onto her left breast and squeezed it a little, so she would know
exactly what was going on.  I then awkwardly managed to produce a small
white cloth from the sleeve of my cloak and stuffed it into her mouth to
gag her.  I had a few of those ready for just this purpose.  Once I made
sure that she couldn't yell for help, I used another cloth to bind her
hands, then put one arm under her knees and picked her up.  I took another
quick look around, and then made for the shed, the struggling girl in my
arms making my gait a little awkward.

   We reached the shed without incident, and I maneuvered us through the
doorway.  The place wasn't large, but it was big enough.  The space was
mostly taken up by a workbench with a bunch of tools and a half-finished
birdhouse lying on it.  I brushed the tools off with one hand and set the
girl down gently on the table, then carefully moved the birdhouse to the
floor; I didn't want to ruin anyone's hard work.  I may be a rapist, a
pervert, or molester, or deviant, whatever you want to call me, but at
least I'm CONSIDERATE.

   The girl on the workbench looked up at me in wide-eyed terror, and I
sighed.

   "I'm not going to hurt you," I said as I ran a hand over her perfectly
flat stomach.  "Trust me, this will feel good if you let it." I realized
the irony in asking her to trust me while I still had my Scream mask on,
but I wasn't about to take it off and let the girl identify me later.  I
slowly moved my gloved hand up under her shirt and onto her breasts.  I
stayed there for a few minutes, doing nothing more than squeezing her boobs
through her bra, as I waited for my eyes to adjust to the lack of light
inside the toolshed.  I didn't dare turn on the light in case the owners
were home.

   When I felt I could see sufficiently enough, I took the next step. 
Unable to remove her shirt due to her hands being tied behind her back, I
located a pair of scissors and cut it open.  I wasn't trying to humiliate
her; I was just looking for the easiest solution.  It's not like that shirt
had covered much of anything, anyway.  I next decided to go for broke, and
used the scissors to slice off her bra as well.  Her perky little tits now
lay before me, the nipples hardening as they were exposed to the brisk
autumn air.  I pulled off my gloves and ran my hands over them, thoroughly
enjoying myself as the girl shut her eyes tight.  Maybe she was trying to
wake up from this bad dream, or perhaps wishing that I would go no further.
Unfortunately for her, neither of those things were about to happen.

   My left hand continued massaging her breasts, while my right traveled
lower, over her skirt and onto her silky-smooth legs.  I could feel her
trembling under my touch, and I whispered, "Relax..." again, even though I
knew she probably wouldn't.  I gently stroked the witch's legs, up and down
over her soft skin, up and down again, then up a little higher until I just
barely brushed the satiny fabric of her panties.  She whimpered a little.

   My hand slid back down the entire length of her leg to the top of her
boot, then back up, and this time all the way up.  She stiffened a little
as my fingers grazed her panty-clad mound.  This was the most exciting part
for me: the build-up before the payoff, the thrill of seeing and exploring
a new body, one that I wasn't meant to see or explore.  The soft skin that
I was rubbing through her underwear wasn't meant for me.  I wasn't sure if
she had anyone in her life, but it sure wasn't me who was supposed to be
touching her.  But I was, and that's the part that really gets me off.  A
tear rolled down the blonde's cheek, and I sighed.

   "I don't want to hurt you," I tried to assure her again, my fingers
continuing to caress her crotch.  It was true; there were very few people
in this world that I would ever want to hurt (though Stephanie Meyer,
author of "Twilight," is on that list).  "The ropes and gag are just
precautions," I explained, "Because I also don't want MYSELF hurt...  or
imprisoned.  Blame society; if I wouldn't be arrested for doing this, I
wouldn't need to tie you up or wear this mask." It might sound like a
feeble excuse, but hey, it was true.  As I talked, my fingers found their
way underneath the fabric of her panties, and I felt perfectly smooth skin
beneath.  Freshly shaved.  "Expecting to get lucky tonight, or is that just
how you like to keep it?" I asked, though I obviously didn't expect a
reply.

   I finally pulled her underwear down to her ankles, and I got my first
good look at it: a black thong with intricate lace running along the
waistband in a repeating pattern of hearts and flowers.

   "Ah, so you WERE expecting to get lucky," I said as my invading fingers
continued to fondle the smooth skin of my captive's pussy.  "Ah well, looks
like the poor bastard's going to have to settle for sloppy seconds." With
that, I slipped my middle finger between her pussy lips.  She wasn't very
wet, so I couldn't make it in too far, and her squirming around on the
table wasn't helping matters.  So I pulled my finger out of her and located
a stool tucked away in a corner of the small shed.  I pulled it up to the
workbench and sat down, then was forced to pry her legs open, as she had
clenched them tight the instant I had vacated her vagina.

   I reached down to her ankles and pulled her thong off over her boots,
and then, forcibly but gently, wrested open her legs.  I made sure her feet
were tucked securely under my armpits, as having those boots in the area
around my head would've been a very bad idea, and scooted her forward on
the bench, so her ass was about half an inch from its edge.  I bunched up
the front of her skirt at the waist and suddenly had a beautiful view of
her pussy.

   Her labia were large and hairless, and looked more like they belonged on
a twelve-year-old than the twenty-something beauty in front of me.  I was
salivating at the sight; I had picked a good one.  I pulled my mask halfway
off, making very sure that my eyes were still hidden to her view, and
leaned in closer.  Obviously sensing what I was about to do, she attempted
to lash out with her feet, but I had them securely locked under my arms,
and I shook my half-masked head at her sternly.

   "Please don't make me have to tie your legs up, too," I said.  "Just lie
back and relax, and enjoy it, and it'll be over soon.  I'm not trying to
hurt you." I made sure to stress that point over and over.  To my surprise,
she actually seemed to listen to me this time.  Or maybe she just gave up.
Either way, I had gotten what I wanted; she reclined back on the table and
stopped fighting.  "Good," I said encouragingly.  "Thank you."

   Without further ado, I leaned forward and took a taste of the beautiful
stranger's pussy.  She was sweet and tangy, and my tongue sought out every
crevice it could find.  It wasn't long before she started leaking juices,
and I quickly lapped them up.  I was pleased to see that, like it or not,
she was getting turned on.

   "That's a good girl," I said as I pulled my mask back on and stood up.
As soon as her legs were free, she lashed out at me, but I caught her foot
and held it tight.  "Perhaps I spoke too soon.  What part of `cooperate and
it'll be over quickly' didn't you understand?"

   Her response was completely muffled by the gag, but it sounded an awful
lot like "fuck you."

   "Fuck me?  Is that an offer?" She glared at me.

   I took both of her ankles into one hand, lifting her legs up in the air,
and wet my index and middle fingers with my mouth.  I ran the two fingers
over the smooth skin of her pussy a few times before working them inside.
Her vagina was now slick with her fluids and my saliva, so without further
ado, I plunged both fingers into her as far as they could go.  The witch
let out an involuntary moan through her gag.

   "See, it'll feel good if you let it," I said again, continuing to finger
the girl.  My fingers pumped in and out of her pussy, and she squirmed on
the table, her body quivering with unwanted pleasure.  After a few minutes
of this, I could tell that she was, against all her efforts, becoming
extremely horny.  My fingers were soaked in her juice, and her nipples were
hard as rocks, covered in goosebumps more from arousal than the cool air.
She had also stopped struggling.  I smirked underneath my mask.  Though her
mind told her she should be fighting me, her biological urges were taking
over, and her body was sending her the exact opposite message.

   Still holding her ankles, I slipped my fingers out of her cunt and used
my free hand to bunch up my robes and lift them above my waist, exposing my
dick to the air for the first time tonight.  I tucked my robes up under my
elbow to hold them in place, and then used both hands to once again pry my
victim's legs open.  As her legs lowered, she got her first look at what I
was doing.  When she saw my cock out, she instantly started struggling
again, this time managing to lift her back off of the table.

   "And here I thought we were at a good place," I sighed.  "Just lay back;
it'll be over before you know it." I shoved her back down onto the
workbench.

   It was true; this WOULD be over quickly.  She was my first catch of the
night, and I was already longing for release.  As much as I would have
liked to take my time with her, it wasn't going to happen.  I was in an
awkward position now, though - one hand was on her chest, holding her down,
while my other hand was left to contend with both of her legs.  I silently
wished I had brought along rope with which to tie her down, though it would
have been a bitch to carry.

   It was then that I remembered that I was in a toolshed.  With some luck,
there'd be a length of rope lying around...  I scanned the walls of the
small shed quickly.  The place was filled with all kinds of odds and ends,
but there was no rope.  Then, on the wall to my right, I spotted a long
jumprope.  It wasn't perfect, but it would do.

   I let go of the witch for a few seconds while I grabbed the jumprope off
the wall.  In that short timeframe, she managed to roll herself off of the
bench, landing hard on the floor and on top of the birdhouse.  I cringed;
so much for preserving someone's hard work.  AWith a sigh, I strolled over
to the girl.

   "And just where did you think you were gonna go?" I asked her as I
lifted her off the floor and back onto the workbench.  "Seriously, think it
through next time." I held her still as I wrapped the jumprope twice around
her and under the bench, tying it off underneath the table.  It couldn't
have been comfortable for her, lying on her hands which were tied behind
her back, but that's what she got for continuing to fight me.

   Both of my hands were now free to hold her legs, so I bunched up my
cloak again and spread them apart.  Her shaved pussy opened before me, the
lips just slightly parted yet begging to be fucked.  She continued to
strain against the rope holding her down, but the knot was tied tight; she
wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.

   I aimed my rigid cock at her pussy and slowly pushed forward.  I felt
the head of my dick parting her labia, and kept pushing slowly, enjoying
the feeling of getting deeper and deeper inside her.  Finally, I was buried
in her completely.  Her pussy was tight, and the walls of her vagina
clamped down on my dick exquisitely.  I began pumping in and out of her,
fucking the beautiful stranger over and over, and she moaned in pleasure a
few times.  Her pussy felt so good wrapped around my cock, and she actually
seemed to be getting into it a little, too, though probably only because
she was finally resigned to what was happening.  I decided to test the
waters and let one of her legs go.  Sure enough, she wasn't fighting
anymore, whether due to pleasure or capitulation, I wasn't sure, but I
wasn't going to question it.

   Due to her bonds, I could pretty much only fuck the girl in one
position, but that was a small price to pay.  I started to screw her harder
and harder, pulling out almost entirely and driving back in as deep as I
could go.  She grunted into her gag each time I buried my dick into her.  I
reached out and ran my hand over her soft tits, fondling each breast in
turn as I continued to fuck my subservient captive.

   It wasn't long before I felt the cum boiling inside of me, and I knew my
time with the witch was coming to an end.  I pulled out of her and quickly
walked around the bench so that my penis was in her face.  I turned her
head, pulled her gag out and, before she could scream or say anything, I
shoved my dick into her mouth in its place.  She swallowed involuntarily,
which felt nothing short of amazing.

   "Almost over now," I told her.  "Suck me off and it'll all be over." She
stared up at my masked face with angry, tear-stained eyes, but finally
decided to listen to me, and began moving her lips up and down my shaft,
sucking her own juices off of me.  I put a hand on the back of her head and
pushed her farther down my cock.  She choked a little but didn't stop, and
I could actually feel her using her tongue, seemingly determined to get
this over with as fast as possible.  She was doing a good job at it.

   It only took about thirty seconds of face-fucking the girl before I was
ready to blow.  I grabbed her by the hair, pushed her down onto my cock
again and shot my load down her throat.  She was either unable or unwilling
to swallow all of it, and started choking, causing semen to dribble out the
sides of her mouth as I came down from my orgasm.

   I used the cloth that had been her gag to wipe up the cum from her face
before it dripped onto the table, then removed my dick from her mouth and
quickly shoved the gag back in.  I was forcing her to swallow all of my
cum; I didn't plan on getting caught, but the less evidence I left, the
better.  I let my robes fall back down as I pulled away from the girl, who
was still coughing despite the gag in her mouth.  I took one last look at
her beautiful body before turning, stepping over the pieces of the
destroyed birdhouse, and opening the shed door.

   "I'll be back later to let you go," I told her.  I would indeed be back
tonight to untie the witch, but not right now.  This had only taken an hour
at most; my night was just beginning.

   "Happy Halloween," I said as I strode out of the shed and disappeared
into the night