Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Disclaimer: If you are easily offended, especially with stories of a sexual nature, this is not for you. If you are under the legal age to be reading this, I advise you to leave because I will not be held responsible for warping young minds or causing blindness. Good day. Tricks on All Hallows Eve (C)1999 by Virago Blue Sara huddled beneath the thorny bush, praying they would not discover her hiding place. All around her she could hear the voices, some harsh, some cajoling, trying to get her to come out. "They will discover our secret if she gets away." Someone loudly hissed from behind her. She clenched her eyes shut, squeezing a tear from them to land on the dirt-stained skin of her chest. Others soon joined the tear as it slid through the murky mess that once was her costume of the night. It stopped at the clump of dried blood near her breast. She clasped her knees tight against her breasts. Once, as a child, she thought the smaller she could make herself, no one would notice her. Much like the child who covers her eyes and believes that no one can see her. Those things were more believable when she was four. Now she knew the horrors of the adult world. The group moved on, trampling through the brush and hacking at low-hanging tree branches. Sara was undiscovered. At least for now. She still did not dare make a move in case someone remained behind. She thought back to the events leading up to this day. Sara and her family moved to the small community in time for the beginning of the school year. Sara was not very shy and never really had a problem getting along with other kids. When Trish, one of the varsity cheerleaders, invited her to go shopping with them, she readily agreed. Sara and Trish continued to see each other at school. Soon Sara was joining Trish and some other cheerleaders for after-school trips to the mall to hang out with the good-looking and popular guys of the school. Sara was having a great time. One of the girls, Mellie, got to be a really good friend of Sara's. She went to their church and they were soon inviting each other over for dinner and weekend activities with the family. Sara's Mom and Dad were impressed with Mellie. She was always so polite and sweet. That's why when the invitation came to join Mellie and the rest of the gang for a Halloween party at Mellie's house, her parents felt no need to discuss the issue. They sent her on her way with a pan of brownies and a few bottles of soda to help with the food. It was not long before they arrived at Mellie's house that Sara began to suspect something was not quite right. Sara had worn her older sister's pale pink genie costume that showed a bit of skin, but not too much. The rest were dressed in black and all had on matching pendants of a design Sara did not recognize. Many guys from the group kept ornate daggers strapped to their belts, the pommel of which included an odd looking crystal ball, smooth and white. Trish handed her a drink. One sip told Sara that they spiked the drink. She did not want to be a wet blanket so she held onto the drink, sipping slowly so as not to become inebriated. Within the hour Sara began to feel light-headed. Travis, linebacker for the varsity team, held onto her, guiding her weakening body around the group, making sure everyone knew who she was and saying how cute she was...cute costume...beautiful eyes. Sara didn't care. She was enjoying the feel of his hands on the naked skin of her waist. Once or twice his fingers slipped up under the elastic band of her top and stroked her bare breast. She didn't stop him. Sara's inhibitions began to slip away. Travis walked her outside to the patio, guiding her to a lounge chair. He sat next to her. His fingers were drawing little circles around her belly button. Sara sighed and smiled up at him once or twice. "Is it true? You're a virgin? I mean, you, like, joined the club and all that?" Travis asked her, his mouth quirking up into a sexy grin. "Mmmhmmm. Of course. I'm waiting. I'm celibate." Sara giggled. "You're also drunk." Travis leaned over her and kissed her firmly on the lips, his tongue dipping into her mouth. "Mmmmmm." Sara moaned. Travis broke the kiss as the others walked outside to join them. "It's time." Jeremy said as he approached the two. "Time for what?" Sara asked as she slid her arms around Travis's neck. "You'll see." Travis whispered into her ear, dragging her from the chair. "C'mon. It'll be great." Sara willingly held Travis' hand as he led her into the woods. The group walked for about twenty minutes until they came to a small clearing. An old cement picnic table stood in the center of the tight clearing. They had thrown blankets and other coverings over the table and benches to give it an appearance of an altar of some kind. Bowls of incense and candles lined the clearing and the makeshift altar. Travis turned to Sara and brushed his lips lightly over hers. "It's time to welcome you into the club. Take your place on the altar." Travis lifted Sara to sit on the altar. She began to say something. Trish placed two fingers over Sara's lips and whispered in her ear not to speak. Everything will be fine. She was so lucky to be included. So lucky. So many wanted to be this part and only Sara can fulfill the position this year. Lucky girl. Sara trusted her friends and allowed them to guide her back on the cushions and satins of the altar. Trish poured more of the punch on her lips to wet them. Sara licked off the red of the punch and asked for more. Trish obliged, lifting Sara's head up enough to allow her a few gulps of the sweet liquid. Sara stared at the group surrounding her. All the faces she recognized: Jimmy from biology, Andrew from English, Trish, Travis, Jeremy, Annabeth, Claire and even Mellie, her best friend. So why was she scared? She began to feel the beginning waves of panic when the girls approached her and stroked her arms. The pressure against her arms began to become stronger until Sara realized the girls meant to hold her down. From the dancing shadows of the circle, Travis stepped up. He loomed over her, the black of his cloak drawn closed around his athletic body. Sara looked up at him, unable to see clearly into his shadowed eyes. He licked his finger and dragged the moist digit down the quivering flesh of her naked belly and began to pull the pants of her costume down. The hold on her arms strengthened as they anticipated her fight. Travis pulled his fingers free from her waistband long enough to reveal his naked body under the cloak. Someone, she didn't know who, stepped up to take the cloak from him. She saw in total horror and fascination his erect penis, stiff, proud and pointing at the juncture of her thighs. He leaned forward and began to pull at her pants. It was then she began to struggle, to fight, to panic and flail. She drew up one of her legs and with all the force she could muster, she drove the heel of her foot as hard as she could into his groin. With a sickening thud Travis fell to the ground, screaming in agony at the pain she had caused. Never in her life had she hurt anybody. Never. She was horrified at what she had done but at the same time she knew she was justified. She stumbled from the circle as they all stared dumbfounded at her. Most had knelt to help Travis. No one thought to chase after her until she had disappeared into the inky blackness of the east Texas woods. It did not take long before she could make out the sounds of being chased. Sara was terrified. She was also lost in these woods. She did not know her way around this area enough and the blackness of the night left her at another disadvantage. After the group had passed and she remained frozen in her hiding place, the comforting whisper of Mellie caused her to give way to more tears. "Mellie, what's going on? Why? I didn't know what was going to happen until--" Sara continued to sob as Mellie rubbed her back in soothing arcs. "Oh Sara, I thought Trish had filled you in. She said she did and we all believed her. We thought you were eager to be a part of the group and would never have done this if you were afraid. I mean, we all were a little afraid at first, but after it's all over, we all became closer. We have like a family. It's nice." Mellie hugged Sara close. "I'm so sorry." "What are they going to do to me now?" Sara asked, her bottom lip trembling and swollen. She dabbed at her cracked and bloody lip, not remembering when she had cut it. "We're just worried about you. You don't want to get lost in these woods. You could never be found." Sara shivered. Something about the way Mellie said that frightened her. "Look. My daddy's hunting camp is nearby. Why don't you let me take you there and clean you up a little? We can wait until morning and I'll walk you home. How does that sound?" Mellie stroked her arm and guided Sara from her hiding place in the brush. "C'mon. It's not too far." Sara held onto Mellie's hand and stumbled through the darkness behind her. Mellie was sure in her step and strode purposefully through the brush. Before long they stood before the door of a single room cabin. Mellie felt around the doorframe for the key to the lock. Sara glanced around into the impenetrable darkness of the woods. Eery silence looked back at her. She felt like she was being watched. "C'mon Sara. I'll take care of you." Mellie led her into the cabin and sat on the tattered sofa. "God, you're a mess. Let me wash some of the dirt off of you and get you a blanket." Sara gratefully accepted Mellie's care and allowed her to wash at the dirt-stained and blood-spotted scratches down her neck and chest. When Mellie unhooked the front of her top, she did not resist. She took a few deep breaths trying to quell another onslaught of tears and fear as Mellie dabbed at the deep scratches. "It's all right Sara. I will take care of you. These scratches are very deep. There's a few thorns further down. I'll get them out. Keep really still." Mellie leaned forward, her face barely a few inches from Sara's budding breasts and soft pink nipples. Mellie didn't seem to notice or mind that they were so close and Sara tried not to be embarrassed. The adrenalin from the last hour began to subside. Sara began to feel drowsed and tired. She didn't notice Mellie's eyes looking up at her, a glint that would have caused Sara to retract in fear. Mellie pulled a tiny thorn from Sara's tender flesh. "Sara, have you ever, you know, let a boy do things to you?" Sara shook her head. "Petting, I guess. I had a boyfriend that touched me down there, but only once." "Has a guy ever sucked your nipples?" Sara blushed. "Mellie! No. I mean, have you ever had yours, you know . . ." "Um . . . yeah. It's great. It feels so good." Mellie lowered her head to one of Sara's nipples and began to flick her tongue over the soft areole. Sara flinched. "Mellie, what are you doing?" Mellie looked up at her for a minute. "I'll stop if you want, but that's how all of us got started, you know. We take turns on each other. I mean, c'mon, we know what feels good. How else can we tell the guys what we like if we don't know what it feels like first? Just relax. I'll stop if you tell me to." Mellie's head dipped again to Sara's tightening nipple. She sucked it into her mouth and began to suckle. Her hands came up to caress Sara's other breast, a finger rubbing over the free nipple. Sara began to move under Mellie. The feeling of a wet, warm mouth on her nipple was creating a tingly fire between her legs she had never felt before. "Mellie, that feels so good." Mellie's hand slipped beneath the waistband of Sara's pants and began to knead the flesh on her belly. Soon her fingers traveled lower until they were tangled in the curls of Sara's pubic hair. She pulled lightly at the hair, her tongue and mouth continuing to slather her nipples with attention. Sara sighed and opened her legs a little. Mellie broke away from Sara's breast and looked up at her. "Sara, you have the most beautiful breasts. All the girls wish they had your breasts." She smiled and captured her hard nipple again. Sara began to run her hands through Mellie's blond hair. She pushed her face further into her chest and began to undulate, rubbing Mellie harder against her breasts. Both girls began to moan. Mellie's fingers found the wet slit of Sara. Sara's legs opened a little wider now and she was beginning to press her hips upward against Mellie's palm. Mellie stroked and stroked Sara's slippery slit until her moans began to come at a rhythmic pace. Mellie pulled back at Sara's hood and rolled her firm clit between her fingers. Sara began to buck wildly against her hand. Mellie slipped two of her fingers in and out of Sara's cunt, pumping faster and harder with each ferocious thrust of Sara's graceful hips. Mellie smiled and bit into Sara's nipple while Sara began to shake with her first orgasm. Sara cried out as Mellie slammed her fingers up deeper into Sara's cunt, rupturing her virgin's membrane. Sara flailed against the brief pain, burying herself deeper into the cushions of the old couch. She didn't know what had just happened but it felt so good. A little pain, a lot of pleasure. She closed her eyes and reflected on the past few moments, feeling guilty. She felt Mellie slip from her cunt and stand before her. Sara looked up into Mellie's eyes and smiled sheepishly. "Sara, that was so wonderful. Thank you." Mellie turned to the door and pulled it open. Sara's smile faded at Mellie's strange demeanor. She stared horrified as Mellie opened the door to the waiting group gathered outside. "It is done. The virgin's blood is mine." Mellie raised her blood-stained fingers in the air for all to see. "The title is once again returned to the Goddess. Praise be to the Goddess." The murmurs mimicked Mellie's words. Trish, Travis, Jeremy, Claire, all of the group bowed to their knees as Mellie walked past them. They each in turn took her blood-stained hand and kissed the remains of Sara's virgin's blood. "The Goddess is once again." And the night sounds returned to the woods. The breeze blew gently and smelled of wild jasmine and mirth. The moon glowed silver through the trees and danced with its consorts.