Feature Writer: Polaris
Feature Title: A Halloween Story 2 – The Gift
Story Codes: Devil Worship, Satanism, Magic, Rape, Incest, Non-Consensual, Snuff, Ritual, Evil
Synopsis: Zoe summons an evil demon for Halloween
Copyright: 2009, Polaris. ALL rights Reserved
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A Halloween Story 2 – The Gift
Zoe had passed out from the pain, but awoke an hour later, still lying face up on the hard garage floor.
She slowly pulled herself up and looked at the clock on the garage wall. It was almost 3.00 a.m. now. She took a long look around the room; the near-unidentifiable remains of her sister and best friend still strewn about. It was a bit hard for her to remember what had actually taken place and what may have been a dream. The giant hole in the garage door was still there. Through it, Zoe saw that the family car was still just as she had left it when she’d pulled it out of the garage, and that none of the lights in her house were on.
‘Mom must still be passed out drunk,’ the seventeen year old thought. ‘Surely she would have heard something by now…’
Zoe pulled herself onto her feet; her butt cheeks and thighs creating a *scrrrtching* sound from the dried blood as she did, and moseyed over to Wendy’s jeans. She then reached into the right side pocket and pulled out her friend’s cell phone. Several messages had been left for her, all from the same number. The teenager played the first one and put the phone to her ear.
“Wendy? This is mom. Are you with Zoe tonight? I’m really starting to get sick of you not telling me where you’re going at night young lady. It’s after 1AM. Call me as soon as you get this.”
Zoe shut the phone off. ‘Fuck… What do I do now?’ she thought. It was then that she felt something stirring in her intestines.
‘Oh shit! The snake! Did it really go inside me?’
Though she became very nervous upon this recollection, enough to make the hair on the back of her neck stand, it lasted for but a moment. The more she felt the reptile moving inside of her, the more she sensed something… else. The snake wasn’t attempting to harm her. In fact, it was very afraid. Knowing that the creature was scared quickly eroded away Zoe’s own worry, and in it’s place, a sensation of wicked joy was growing. A warm, welcome sensation that she was becoming more pleased with by the second. The snake was downright terrified now.
The naked teenager slowly paced around the garage, taking much enjoyment in prolonging the suffering of the being inside her. She did this for several minutes, scrunching, stretching, twisting and contorting her body in random ways; giggling malevolently as each unique action brought forth a new fearful twitch from the reptile. Then, without warning, she hunched over and began throwing up onto the ground. What escaped her mouth was not food, but rather a strange fluid, deep purple hue.
Though copious in amount, expelling the vomit was not terribly uncomfortable for the girl, and even felt slightly natural. Upon finishing, Zoe wiped her lips with the back of her hand, and stared down at the aubergine colored puddle at her feet. Within seconds, portions of the puddle began to recede, in a direction moving left to right. Upon closer inspection, Zoe was faintly able to make out what appeared to be cursive writing.
“My little pet was so happy living inside of me, but there is not much that he can do now, is there? (Inside her mind, Zoe could hear a distinct feminine giggle as her eyes met the end of the sentence.) I suppose that there would be minor detriment in bequeathing a lone ability to a mortal. Which one? I live and thrive on spontaneity. Perhaps it would be more entertaining for both of us, if the decision was not mine…”
It suddenly became clear to Zoe. The Halloween Princess had left her a present, and the snake trapped inside of her would be the one that would bring it forth… through requisite sacrifice.
Peeking her head out of the garage to make sure the coast was clear, the girl quickly shuffled over to the back door of her house. She stepped inside, passing through the kitchen, and into the living room. Just as she had predicted, her mother was out like a light on the couch, with a couple of half-drank wine bottles sitting on the coffee table. Zoe stealthily moved by her and, as quietly as she could, made her way up the stairs, down the hall, and into the bathroom.
She flipped on the light-switch and took a look at herself in the mirror; distracted for a second at how sexy she looked with her face, boobs and arms covered in blood.
‘An ability… What should it be?’ she thought, anxiously. Naturally, immortality was the first thing that came to her mind. However, eternal life would do her little benefit while sitting in a prison cell to the end of time, and “officer friendly” would almost assuredly be paying a visit to her home when dawn arrived in a few hours, if not before then. She would need to select something that would not only allow her to get away with murder, but also far away from where she was with ease.
Zoe entered her bedroom and pilfered a couple more of her demonic books. The clock was moving fast towards 4.00 a.m. as she skimmed through them, but nothing quite matched what she was looking for. She knew she only had one shot at this and had to be patient with her decision, but this was becoming increasingly harder as she continued to taste the fear of the serpent trapped alive within her.
‘Dammit! Gotta pick something, Zoe, gotta pick something…’
It was not until she finally walked back into the bathroom and looked out the window, out towards the incriminating garage, the evidence of what had transpired there still concealed by the night’s darkness, that she had her answer.
Zoe took a deep, relaxed breath, closed her eyes, and began to focus. She felt the snake squirming violently now, and could actually see it in her mind, caught among her guts. As if in a lucid dream, her thoughts quickly turned to action. She watched as she telekenetically began to rip the snake’s skin off of it’s body.
Zoe let out a delighted, yet tight-lipped giggle, as it writhed in pain, and she found that her hard clit was swiftly popping out of it’s hood for the second time that night. The girl became even more excited when she saw the vital organs. She shredded the snake’s lungs, liver and stomach and then twisted it’s heart until it burst. She knew that it was dead when she felt her bowels become full. Happily, she re-opened her eyes.
Zoe climbed onto the outer rim of the bathtub and, stretching her right hand to the wall to balance herself, looked back towards the mirror. She then pulled her left butt cheek away and began to shit. After a few warm-up pushes, she was able to spot the tip of snake’s black head in the center of her bloomed anus. She grunted heavily and strained to force it out a bit more.
Once the head was fully out she then clenched her sphincter as tightly as she could. She didn’t quite know what brought the impulse on, but she really wanted to feel this. Grasping the head firmly with her fingers, she slowly began to extract it from her cavity. With her eyes still glued to the mirror as best she could, she then stepped down into the tub and began rubbing her pussy with her right hand.
“Ughh! Fuckyeah-fuckyeah-fuckyeah-fuckyeah-fuckyeah…” she quietly moaned as her butt hole felt every bump from the vertebrae, as well as the tiny ribs breaking off inside of her.
She had only managed to pull the snake out two-thirds of the way before climaxing. Breathing heavily, she turned around and stepped back onto the rim. However, the sight of the twelve-inch snake skeleton wrapped in mangled organs dangling back between her legs prompted an immediate second orgasm.
Back to her post-self-pleasuring senses, she hoisted herself up with her hands pressed firmly on the sink counter. While killing the snake, Zoe had felt it’s life force being absorbed into all areas of her body. She reached back and forcefully yanked the remainder of the skeleton out of her ass. It was now the moment of truth.
Zoe spun around and took a long, hard look at her shadow, which was cast against the tile from the vanity light. Ever so slowly, she extended her left pinkie outward and moved her hand so that the shadow of her finger approached the shadow cast by the perpendicular wall. As the dark silhouette of the digit disappeared into the shade, so did the actual physical finger attached to her own manus. The teenager gasped from pure amazement, and then pulled her arm back; as the shadow returned, so did her pinkie.
With that little experiment out of the way, it was now time for the big test. Zoe faced the mirror once more and began to concentrate. Before her very eyes, she could see herself being absorbed back into the wall behind her. All visible evidence of her body quickly faded away, except for her shadow, which had remained perfectly intact. She played around a little bit, discovering that in her new state, she could extend from one shadow to the other in a blink of an eye and unite with it. Once finished, she managed to pull her physical body back out from the darkness, every bit as effortlessly as she had pulled it in.
It was a success. Just as she had chosen, Zoe now had the power to manipulate and, more importantly, conceal herself within her own shadow.
xxxxx
4:15 a.m.
Zoe’s mother, Olivia, awoke to the bothersome sound of metal tapping against metal. Rubbing her head and groaning from the massive hangover she now had, the woman slowly lifted herself off of the couch.
“Nnnnn, Zoe?” she called out.
The tapping noise continued. It seemed to be coming from the kitchen.
“Zoe? …Sophie?”
Olivia reached over to the lamp to turn it on.
*click *… * click click click*
No light. She then felt her way over to the wall switch. Again, nothing. The faint moonlight shining into the room was the only effective source of illumination, although the woman could see out of the front window that the neighboring street lamp was functioning properly.
The metal clinking sound continued; it’s pattern was erratic enough that Olivia could tell it was being caused by a person. Slowly, she paced towards the kitchen door.
“Zoe? Which one of you is it?”
No reply. Olivia stepped into the kitchen and motioned to try the wall switch there, but it, too, was receiving no power. As she stood there in the near-pitch blackness, the clinking sound finally stopped.
All of the sudden, Olivia became very fearful and her heartbeat rapidly increased. What if her two daughters were still asleep in their rooms just as she had left them before she had passed out?
“Kids…?” She softly whimpered.
Still no answer. It was then that she heard the clinking sound resume; only this time it was not coming from the kitchen, but from the room behind her that she had just exited. The woman’s nerves had gotten the best of her now and she immediately began stumbling over to the stairway that led to the second floor.
Virtually blinded by the darkness, she never would have seen the pair of scissors that her eldest had carefully left on the fourth step. Zoe’s quickly-devised scheme was working just as she’d hoped, and the electrical supply was but only the first thing that she intended to cut.
Reaching up from the shadows on the wooden steps, the seventeen year old grabbed onto her mother’s feet, causing her to trip. Olivia shrieked as she fell forward, banging both her chin and breasts on the hard edges. Holding her mother’s right ankle securely with one hand, Zoe hastily snatched the scissors and began stabbing and hacking away at the foot with all her strength. She then did the same to the left one before disappearing back down into the wooden surface.
“Gaaahhh! Help, Zoe, Sophie! Help me, please!” Olivia screamed.
The woman struggled to make her way up the steps. ‘Oh god! What’s happening! Please help me! Please!’ she thought as she climbed.
Olivia had barely managed to get back on her feet at the top of the stairs when her daughter rose up once more from the ebony before her. The teenage girl then reached out to palm her mother’s breasts with both hands and, without giving it a second thought, shoved her back down the steps. Zoe emitted a stifled giggle and crossed her legs with excitement as she listened to her mother bang and crash on the way down; almost unable to believe that she was actually making it all happen.
Olivia continued yelling for help as she writhed on the living room floor; blood spewing out from each of her ankle wounds. Zoe appeared at her side within seconds. Though she could not see in the dark herself, she found that her powers enabled her to easily sense the location of another living being simply via which shadows they made physical contact with.
Zoe carefully reached for the second item that she had strategically placed – a mouse glue trap sheet – and shoved the adhesive down onto Olivia’s mouth in order to get those screams under control. The teenager didn’t harbor any specific resentment towards her mother, but nevertheless had many malicious fantasies about doing bad things to her with her own hands. It had always been a major turn on whenever she had the opportunity to hear her mother cry in the past; even providing great masturbation fodder if she was lucky enough to hear it from her bedroom.
“Good, I can talk now. It was me, mom. You probably can’t see me too well, though,” Zoe said casually as Olivia tried futilely to pull the glue trap from her face. The diabolical girl turned around and planted her ass directly on top of her mother’s skull. She then gyrated her butt, over and over, intentionally smudging her asshole against the woman’s forehead and forcefully using her muscles to create as much weight as possible.
“Bet that can’t feel too good for your headache!” Zoe remarked with a wicked chuckle.
It was indeed a successful attempt, as the pressure that Olivia felt on her head was both intense and agonizing, but Zoe’s childlike sadism quickly prompted her to start bouncing up and down. The woman flailed her limbs wildly as each impact from her daughter’s weight bashed her head into the hard floor. Zoe eventually became so amused with her antics that she couldn’t control her laughter and finally rolled off of her mother’s face.
“You probably didn’t know about all the kinds of thoughts that were running through your daughter’s mind over the years,” she said with a smile.
The teenager then leaned down and gleefully whispered into the woman’s ear. “But, maybe you should have… because I killed Sophie a few hours ago in the garage.”
Olivia emitted a muffled shriek as she heard those words. She then flipped herself over and began crawling away in terror. Zoe grabbed one of the half-empty wine bottles from the coffee table and beat her mother’s ass with it several times until it shattered. She then used the broken glass handle to viciously stab the woman’s hands to further hinder her movement.
Getting all worked up from the violence she was causing, Zoe impulsively gave a few more hard, satisfying punches to her mother’s ass with her teenage fists. She then yanked down her victim’s panties, cupped the womanly breasts from behind and began slamming her own crotch into her bruised ass before her.
“God, I’ve wanted to fucking rape you for so long!” the hormone-charged girl yelled as she repeatedly pounded her bush into the warm backside.
Thrusting soon changed into rubbing as Zoe found herself humping her slimy pussy all over Olivia’s left buttock; grunting both pleasurably and shamelessly as she did. She then slammed her butt down onto her mom’s back, spun around and reached over to grab the second wine bottle. The sobbing woman screamed into the glue trap once more as she felt the tip of the bottle entering her anus. Zoe shoved it inside until she was met with resistance, and then began smacking the base with her palm in a valiant attempt to force those last few centimeters in.
When that method had run it’s course, the girl got back on her feet and lowered herself onto the other end. She was able to accommodate the bottle’s base with little trouble, as she’d had many nights of practice using the large, demonic dildos which she had ordered online and kept hidden in the top shelf of her closet. With everything set in place, Zoe once again used her weight to painfully assault her mother. The girl rode herself to what had to have been her sixth glorious orgasm of the night. She was deeply proud of just how horny she had managed to stay throughout it all.
Satisfied with that last cum, Zoe popped her pussy off of the juices-slicked bottle and then bent down to run her tongue around it. Just as she’d hoped, the bottle had been jammed even further inside of her mother, causing significant damage to her anus.
“(giggle) Wait here, mom. I’ve got another surprise for you!” Zoe said excitedly, and then began running up the stairs towards her room.
Olivia knew this might be her only chance. Her body was consumed with searing pain from head to toe, but remarkably, she was able to gather enough strength to pull herself back on her feet.
‘Gotta get away! Oh god! Oh god! Sophie! Don’t let it be true! Please don’t let it be true!’ the woman thought as she hastily limped towards the front door. Just as she managed to touch the door knob, a girl’s arm shot out from the shadow cast on the wall and punched her hard in the face.
“Surprise!” Zoe yelled, once again unable to control her laughter as she watched her mother fall back to the floor. She then pushed her entire body out and explained “it’s a little trick I picked up when you were out. I can pull any part of my body in and out of a shadow at any time. See, watch!”
With those words, Zoe sunk back into the darkness of the floor and resurfaced near the stairs, where she then retrieved the bloodied pair of scissors. Olivia’s body was trembling violently with fear and she was trying desperately not to choke on the two teeth that her daughter had knocked loose which were rolling around in her mouth.
“Hehe, I know! Let’s play a game. I’m going to hide, and you see if you can stab me with the scissors when I appear! OK, here I go!”
Zoe tossed the cutting instruments over to her mother and vanished.
“Can you guess where am I now? I could be aaaannnywhere in the room.” the girl called out.
Olivia grabbed the scissors and clutched them hard; terrified of what she might have to do in order to get away and find Sophie. She rapidly jerked her gaze around all corners of the room.
“I bet you’ll never guess it! Give up?”
At that instant, Olivia felt something stir within her. She then watched with disbelief as her own stomach ballooned out to a size larger than it had ever been when she was nine months pregnant; and it was not but a split second later, that she felt the sharp pain of something biting down on one of her kidneys. To her horror, she realized that Zoe was now inside her body.
The teenage girl, at times only having enough room to bring her jaw out, while other opportunities allowed for the emergence of her entire skull, quickly began gnawing and gnashing at any organ she came in contact with. Though there was plenty of darkness for her to maneuver in, her oxygen was scarce, and she knew that she had to move fast.
Olivia convulsed violently and blood sprayed out of her nostrils and eye sockets as she was eviscerated from within. She could feel her lungs being punctured, and her heart severed in half. The last thing that she felt as she died in a torrent of agony, was her eyeballs being pulled back into her skull by the optic nerves, as her daughter ate away at her brain.
xxxxx
Zoe walked into the kitchen with the dead snake she had extracted from her bowels and pulled a butcher knife out of the drawer. Holding the skeletal remains of it’s body down firmly, she then chopped off the snake’s head – the only part of it which still had it’s skin attached– and sent it launching at the fridge door. Zoe tossed the blade into the sink, hopped back down and pilfered her prize from the floor. After pulling it’s mouth open and studying it for a moment, she then opened a different drawer and pulled out some sewing items. Threading the needle through it’s eyes, she created a necklace not ten minutes later; it’s severed head positioned as good luck charm, as well as a reminder of this wonderful night.
Zoe moved back towards her mother’s corpse and ripped open the front of her nightgown. She then proceeded to perversely suck on her mother’s tits. By the time dawn arrived, she had eaten away most of the flesh of her mother’s breasts, including both of her nipples. At the sight of daylight, she knew she had dabbled long enough. It was time to go.
Zoe stepped back out onto her rear porch, neglecting to put on any clothes; they would do her little good from now on. She then fled from her home, and began shooting herself far across the countryside. Using her power to stretch from shadow to shadow at lightning speed, she was able to get over two hundred miles away from her city in under twenty minutes. However, it had been a long night, and though she was used to staying up until dawn, she had become quite fatigued. She decided to stop at a nearby abandoned house, residing far off of the main highway, and rest.
THE END