Feature Writer: Polaris
Feature Title: A Halloween Story 1
Story Codes: Devil Worship, Satanism, Magic, LGBT Themes, Shemale Demon, Transformation, Rape, Non-Consensual, Snuff, Ritual, Evil, Incest
Synopsis: Zoe summons an evil demon for Halloween
Copyright: 2009, Polaris. ALL rights Reserved
http://www.asstr.org/~Polaris/
A Halloween Story 1
Seventeen year old Zoe waited patiently inside her garage as the last few minutes of the clock counted up to 12:01 a.m. She did not want to begin until it was officially October 31st. Her best friend Wendy, also seventeen, sat on a cushion a mere few feet away from her, and sandwiched between the two girls, was a stack of occult books. Zoe loved the occult and all things demonic, and tonight she was ready to do something evil.
In front of the two girls was a large pentagram, about six feet in circumference, that had been painted in red on the garage floor. Candles on tall poles stood at the five points of the star, providing the only light source in the building aside from the bit of moonlight that crept in. In the center of the pentagram was Zoe’s seven year old sister, Sophie, completely naked, on her knees, with her mouth tightly sealed with a strip of masking tape, and her hands tied behind her back.
“Are you sure we aren’t taking things too far with this?” Wendy had asked earlier in the evening, just before ambushing the child to strip her and tie her up.
“Relax, we’re just going to scare her,” assured Zoe.
Sophie whimpered and shivered, both from fear and cold, as tears welled up in her eyes. She tried to get up to leave several times, only to be scolded and bullied by her big sister into complying. After that last act of defiance, Zoe had replaced the rope that she had initially used to bind the girl’s hands with two old, but strong, dog chains; the other ends of which she attached to a pole on the nearby wall, all before giving Sophie a quick, hard kick in her bony child ass with her shoe. As a further precaution, Zoe had barricaded the building’s walk-in door from the outside, knowing that her younger sibling was just a couple inches shy of being able to reach the automatic garage-door controls. Once the time had finally arrived, Zoe grabbed the first book off of the pile and opened it in front of her.
“Oh Satan, please hear my plea! This is your lowly servant, Zoe! I wish to bond myself with you for all eternity, and have brought this offering for you! Please take her soul! Do with it what you will!”
From that moment on, Zoe and Wendy began singing various demonic chants contained within the occult book. Wendy found the experience to be fun, but it was impacting her friend on a far greater level. Zoe was becoming stimulated both mentally and sexually. She had researched so much about evil ceremonies all throughout time and throughout the world, and wished she could have been a part of them. And if role playing was the closest she could come to scratching this itch, then so be it.
The two girls sung a myriad of chants for twenty minutes until Wendy started getting hoarse.
“How much longer are we going to do this?” The girl inquired.
Zoe, still as committed as when she began, simply ignored the question and continued chanting by herself. Moments later, all of the candles in the room went out at once, causing Wendy to let out a startled gasp. All was silent, save for the continued muffled whimpers of Sophie. Wendy was about to speak up, when the flames of the candles ignited once more, though they were a somewhat different hue than they had been before. Not but a few seconds after, a slight rumbling could be heard below.
Suddenly, the garage floor cracked open and a dark green vine shot straight up into the seven-year-old’s asshole, causing the girl to let out a muffled shriek. The determined vine burrowed itself up into her ass without restraint. It resembled a pumpkin vine, and even had leaves and tiny green pumpkins growing on it, which popped off as the vine pressed itself onward; but it had thorns, barbs and all manner of prickly things embedded into it as well.
The pain was immense, causing Sophie to yank the chains behind her as if she were an insane pit bull. Without warning, a second vine, near-identical to the first, launched out of the ground and burst into her little vagina; tearing through her hymen as if it were nothing. Sophie fell forward and began writhing on the ground; rolling around, arching her body, rapidly shaking her head.
“Mm-mmmmph! Mmmmmph! Mmmmmmmph!!”
“Sophie…Sophie what is it!” Wendy asked, a bit panic stricken.
The entirety of both vines had completely disappeared inside Sophie, who continued breathing heavily and screaming through her gag she contorted on the ground. Sweat was dripping profusely off of her naked child body and her chest was consumed with a painful heat. She desperately wished that she could clutch it, but try as she might, she could not get her hands free from her sibling’s skillful binding. Throwing herself back onto her calves and knees, Sophie arched herself back and let out one long, continuous shriek.
“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmph! Mmph-mmph-mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmph!!”
Wendy began to panic. “Oh god, Zoe! What did you do? I thought we were just going to scare her! WHAT DID YOU DO?!”
Sophie’s eyeballs bugged out of her head and piss began spraying out from her slit until finally, *BOOM!*, the child’s lower body exploded, sending her severed thighs shooting across the room. Everything below her navel was gone, save for the guts that were slowly spilling out from beneath her, and her eyes had rolled nearly 180 degrees back into her head, showing only white behind swollen and pulsing optic nerves. Sophie thrashed around more, rapidly shaking her head “no!” Zoe could see blood and what appeared to be foam leaking out of where the tape placed across her mouth had come undone. Sophie let out one last intense scream and *BOOM!* the child’s head and upper body also burst in a shower of thick, crimson blood, brains and other organic chunks; spraying the two teenage girls in the process. Wendy shrieked in horror and backwards-crabwalked a few feet away, while Zoe simply gazed in amazement.
From the mutilated torso of her sister, Zoe could see two ass cheeks just above a pair of prominent pussy lips, drenched in blood, facing towards her. The feminine posterior rose upward as the long legs beneath became erect, and with them, the upper half of the figure before her. It was a woman; her petite body appearing to be that of early 30’s, if not late 20’s. The intestines of the dead little Sophie stretched from the woman’s elbows down in between her toes.
“Mmmmmm… It feels wonderful to be free again,” the mystery woman chimed darkly, as she sexily stretched her arms outward.
The woman’s feet made sickening sloshing sounds as she stepped completely out from Sophie’s organs. Both Wendy and Zoe had pissed their jeans by this point, each still overwhelmed by what was occurring. The woman emitted a pleasurable groan as she gave her body another long stretch, and then quickly darted her head back behind her; the irises of her eyes emitting a strong, bright orange glow.
“Well, what have we here?” the woman asked in an amused tone.
Wendy let out a loud scream and quickly got on her feet. She then raced to the garage door, but was unable to push it open thanks to the barricade that Zoe had placed on the other side. She then frantically began pressing the buttons to open the main door, but to no avail; the door wouldn’t budge.
“OH GOD! HELP US! PLEASE! SOMEBODY!” Wendy yelled as she banged on the door.
As for Zoe, she found that her fear was quickly subsiding as she looked up at the naked visitor, who had now turned completely around. Then, one after another, a bright glow formed around different sections of the woman’s body, and with it, various apparel took shape. On her feet, were black high-heel boots. Her cunt was exposed and completely shaven, but the mound displayed a tattoo of a frighteningly demonic female’s upper face, with the vagina itself acting as the mouth.
To complete this semblance, a long thick tongue extended out from her pussy-hole; playfully giving the clitoris residing above it a series of licks. From the top of her waist was a mini-skirt, which sprung out a foot long near-horizontally and did next to nothing to hide her genitalia. The skirt was patterned with shapes of black, purple and orange. It was ruffled, though suspended by an inner, umbrella-esque wire frame; the tips of each wire having 2-inch crimson red spikes dangling off of them.
The woman’s tits were cupped with two Jack-o-lanterns; their faces every bit as sinister looking as the vaginal mark below, with the woman’s nipples protruding shamelessly out of each wicked mouth. In her left hand was a three-foot long staff, where at the top resided a small skull; it’s fanged mouth wide open to reveal yet another malevolent jack-o-lantern. A twisted, deep purple witch’s hat rested upon her head. Her hair was an unnaturally bold orange, though not quite as vibrantly so as were her eyes, which continued their piercing gleam.
“Your sister was delicious…” the visitor said with satisfaction. “I can assure you that she suffered quite horribly.”
Zoe noticed that the woman’s voice was quite feminine, but with something extra; almost as if it had been perfectly honed to lull young children into a false sense of security. The teen then glanced down at the severed limbs and guts that were strewn about. She then swallowed hard and, having tuned out the screaming and banging caused by her friend, began to speak.
“Ah-… are you… I mean… d-do you work for…” the girl began.
The mystery woman placed her staff between her elbow and left breast and folded her arms; continuing to smile as she stared down towards the teen.
“S-Satan?” She finally spit out, burning with hope.
The woman let out a hearty chuckle, quite amused.
Zoe trembled for a moment, not sure how to respond. ‘It must be true!’ she thought to herself. All of the blood in her body was in a veritable tug-of-war between her pussy and brain. She was not sure how dire, if at all, the predicament she was in, but she wanted to get on this woman’s good side, and she wanted it BAD!
Immediately, Zoe threw herself forward.
“I am your humble follower, Zoe. I wish to be in service of you any way that I can, Dark One.” Then suddenly, the teenage girl popped back up with an idea.
“Please, take my friend!” Zoe shouted with desperation as she pointed back towards the hysterical Wendy.
“What?!” Wendy cried, tears streaming down her face.
“I-I offer her to you! Please take her in sacrifice! Do anything you want with her!” Zoe continued enthusiastically; eyes wide, and without a shred of guilt.
“No, Zoe! Stop it! What are you saying?!” Yelled Wendy, shocked beyond belief.
The woman cocked her gaze up towards Wendy and extended her staff forward. “Very well.” The eyes on the skull flashed red for a moment, and then two more vines burst out of the floor at the woman’s feet and launched towards Wendy. The creeping flora wrapped around the seventeen year old’s arms and began dragging her forcefully.
“Zoe! Help, Zoe! I’m your friend! Please, stop this!!” the girl bawled as she struggled futilely.
Zoe didn’t care. She was thrilled to be working for this evil woman, and the fact that she was betraying a thirteen-year-long friendship, one that she had cherished since the two were in preschool, made it all the more exciting. It was such a rush! All of these mischievous evil feelings that she had so cowardly kept bottled inside her were finally turning into action, and she loved it.
The mystery woman, on the other hand, had no need of sacrifices. In fact, she had murdered Zoe’s younger sibling in such gory fashion purely for her own entertainment. But she, as the self-proclaimed “Princess of Halloween” was consumed with mischief herself; and in her mind, mischief was only at it’s greatest when the outcome was gravely severe.
The vines dragged Wendy to the princess’s feet.
“Eat my pussy,” she commanded, and widened her stance. Wendy simply continued crying. “If you wish to leave here alive, you’ll do it,” the woman added with a smile.
“Oh ga-hod!” The seventeen-year-old blubbered, as she felt the vines wrapped around her wrists begin to tighten.
She didn’t want to die. She just wanted this horrible experience to end. Mustering up all the courage that she could, Wendy grabbed onto the princess’s legs, closed her eyes, and shoved her face into her crotch.
‘Oh good,’ the Halloween Princess thought to herself. ‘It’s always so much more fun when they value their lives!’ Had Wendy left her eyes open, she might have noticed the long, thick forked tongue sliding out of her assailant’s cunt. It instinctively shot down her throat and wrapped around the girl’s rib cage to ensure that she wasn’t going anywhere!
“Do you wish to participate?” The woman asked with a smirk, turning her face towards Zoe.
“Yes!” The girl exclaimed. “I-I mean, I don’t want to get hurt myself, but I would love to see another display of your amazing power. Please, hold nothing back on Wendy!”
“Strip her naked,” the princess moaned, as she placed one hand on the back of the sobbing Wendy’s head and began violently twisting her own nipple with the other.
Zoe didn’t hesitate for a second. She knelt down on the floor behind her friend and began unlacing both of her shoes, and pulled them off. She then reached around to undo Wendy’s fly, and pulled both her jeans and panties down simultaneously. Zoe was still so fired up that she couldn’t help but give her friend’s bare ass a hard, adrenaline-fueled *smack!* which she followed up by remorselessly biting down one of her cheeks until she tasted blood. Finally, she took a pair of shears from above the nearby workbench and began cutting her friend’s shirt away from her body; snipping the bra straps in the process.
‘Why did I do this?! Why didn’t I stay home?! Oh god, help me! Please help me!!’ Wendy thought as she gagged on the squishy muscle and pussy juice.
What both teenage girls failed to notice throughout all of this was that the little green pumpkins that had popped off of the vine had rapidly begun to ripen and grow, thanks to the princess’s magic. There were seven of them in all, each growing at a different pace. The first three that reached 4-feet in diameter quickly began to soften.
Zoe had undone the fly of her own pants and had one of her hands jammed down into her piss-soaked panties, mashing and rubbing her cunt while using her free hand to further torment Wendy by scratching and pinching her back. Her attention was quickly diverted by the sound of something breaking off to the left side of her. She turned her head to find that a reddish-orange, adult-sized feminine hand and forearm had burst out from the top of the ripest pumpkin. A second hand was quick to follow.
The digits on each manus grabbed onto the opposing sides of the fresh hole and peeled away the soft pumpkin shell. Up rose a young fully-naked woman, whose skin was both a color and texture in between that of a human and a “Rouge Vif D’Etampes” pumpkin. Her eyes were as black as night and her hair was composed of more green pumpkin vines. Two more of these women, one a more traditional deeper-orange “Magic Lantern”-type pumpkin and the other of the bluish-gray “Jarrahdale” variety, hatched out of their pulpy husks almost immediately after. Each of them were a creation of the Halloween Princess.
The first thing that the pumpkin women did after birth was approach the remaining 4 pumpkins, which were still developing. They then proceeded to break them open and brutally crushed the skulls of the fetuses inside with their bare hands. They did this instinctively, as the greater their numbers were, the less fun there would be for them to partake in individually.
The Halloween Princess let out an energetic moan of pleasure as her cunt powerfully flooded Wendy’s mouth. After a satisfactory climax, she sucked the forked tongue back up into her pussy, causing the blue-faced, oxygen-deprived teen to fall forward, gasping for air.
“Nnnnmm… she’s all yours,” the princess casually cooed towards the creatures.
The pumpkin women circled around Wendy’s naked body. The “Rouge Vif D’Etampes” collapsed on top of the girl’s back and reached around to squeeze her breasts; digging her sharp black claws into them. The woman then grunted and strained as if it were in pain, over and over, until, with a loud yell, something burst out of her body, right where her clitoris would be. It took the appearance of a long, thick pumpkin stem, and was every bit as rough.
The demon woman wasted no time in spearing it right into Wendy’s ass. She then proceeded to thrust her hips; fucking the girl hard and fast like a pro. The “Rouge Vif D’Etampes” gave Wendy’s tits another squeeze and pulled the girl back towards her, trying to get every inch of her dick-stem into the teen’s ass, and providing the “Magic Lantern” girl access to her cunt.
Zoe was fascinated by these wicked creatures. She reached out her hand to touch the back of one of them. It’s skin felt a bit rubbery, just like a pumpkin’s, only thinner, as she could also sense meat and bone-like matter underneath. Determining that the demonic women did not see her as a threat, Zoe stepped out of her shoes and jeans so that she was completely bottomless. She then knelt down behind the reddish-orange dick-girl and, overcome with curiosity, brought her lips to it’s pussy.
‘Woah! It tastes just like pumpkin pie!’ Zoe thought, as she greedily thrust her tongue up into the cavity.
Meanwhile, the “Magic Lantern” girl was fisting Wendy’s cunt quite mercilessly, stretching it to the limit, while the “Jarrahdale” had a sadistic idea of it’s own. The breasts on the pumpkin women were quite large, with none less than GG in size. The skin closest to their chest, as was the case with all the skin near any of their joints, was closer to that of human skin, which allowed their big orange breasts to flexibly swing in a natural fashion. In contrast, the primary sphere of the breast itself was as hard as that of an average healthy pumpkin. The “Jarrahdale” demon used this to her advantage and began beating and bashing Wendy in the face with her bluish orbs. Most of the time, she would clutch one of her tits in her hand and swipe it at the girls head, but other times she would simply whip her torso around for a good pummeling.
Zoe hopped around from woman to woman, tasting the inner walls of each of their pussies, as her friend’s holes were being ravaged and face beaten black, blue and bloodied. The more she listened to Wendy’s sobs and moans of pain and terror, the more she wanted them to increase. She eyeballed one of her kid sister’s bloody severed arms, still attached to the dog chains, picked it up, and whimsically began striking her friend in the upper back.
‘God, I’m so evil! I’m such a fucking evil fucker! I’m going to hell now, and I can’t wait!!’ the perverse teen thought with glee.
The Halloween Princess was simply playing the role of spectator by this point. She was delighted that her powers had remained with her, and were almost as strong as they were before she had been sealed away.
Zoe got in several more brutal whacks in on both Wendy’s shoulders and the back of her skull, when the “Magic Lantern” decided it was time she got more assertive. She extracted her arm from deep within Wendy’s cunt and shoved the hysterical girl hard in the chest, sending both her and the pumpkin dick girl flying back to the floor. The vines that made up her pubic bush then started to grow and reach outward until they was over twelve inches in length. The sharp thorny vines coiled and intertwined until they had created a shaft that was thicker than her arm, at which point she then pounced onto the overturned teen. The “Jarrahdale” moved around to the other side, pulled apart her ass cheeks, and planted herself on the girl’s face. She then forcefully pushed a generous amount of pumpkin shit into Wendy’s screaming mouth.
Animalistic grunts escaped the orange demon’s mouth as she pounded her vine rape-stick into the girl. Driven purely by lust, she began slamming her right forearm onto the hard garage floor. She did this over and over until it burst into pieces; spilling out pumpkin seeds and innards. Out from the stump wound on her arm, emerged even more vines, which formed a sharp blade-like shape. Starting with Wendy’s fingers, the demon-woman began viciously hacking off part of the girl’s arm, all the way up to the shoulder, purely for her own amusement.
Wendy was nearly pushed to her mental break point by now. Every inch of her body was in agony as she was being force fed rotten pumpkin feces through her mouth while having her bowels pumped with pumpkin ejaculate. The demonic trio could sense this, and decided it was time to maximize their efforts. The “Rouge Vif D’Etampes” and “Magic Lantern” women pulled out of the girl’s orifices; each of their instruments of penetration covered in blood and ripped bits of inner body tissue.
The reddish-orange woman’s stem-dick had been polished down to a more phallus-like form, and was twitching from the pleasure it had experienced. Near-insane, Wendy rolled over, hoisted herself up with her sole remaining arm and hand, coughed, sputtered and then vomited a generous amount a generous amount of the putrid pumpkin shit from her body. At the same time, much of the innards and seeds that had been pumped into her guts squirted out from her asshole.
All at once, the three pumpkin women dug their sharp claws into Wendy and began to rip the flesh away from her body. They started with her legs first, stripping them until only blood-soaked bone and tendons remained, and began working their way up. Zoe was in complete awe as she watched her best friend being skinned alive. However, a sense of urgency was quickly coming over her. She was already indirectly responsible for the inevitable murder of Wendy, but to be directly responsible for the taking of an innocent life was something, she feared, she might never have the opportunity for again.
Thinking fast, Zoe ran to the tool bench and grabbed the most powerful hammer she could find; a mini sledge. Then, with all her strength, she began bashing the tool into the pumpkin girls’ bodies; busting them apart like so many jack o lanterns she had vandalized in her youth. The trio tried to defend themselves, but the seventeen year old’s speed put them at a disadvantage. Though she was grateful to the pumpkin-demons for what they had done, she was more than comfortable in giving in to her own selfish blood lust. Seeds and innards rained down until each of the three creatures had been destroyed.
Zoe pulled her T-shirt over her head, letting her bra-less tits flop out, and tossed it in the corner. Now every bit as nude as her friend, she hurried back over to the work bench and grabbed an electric mini-chainsaw. Zoe approached Wendy once more, who’s flesh had been stripped up to her tailbone, and gave a firm nudge with her foot to flip the girl over onto her back. Zoe knelt down, ran her tongue across the girl’s face, from forehead to chin, tasting the copious amount of tears that had accumulated, and started up the chainsaw.
“Satan, my beautiful god. I hope my offering pleases you!” she spoke out loud.
Even by then, after all that had happened, Zoe could see an increased amount of terror left in her friend’s eyes. The girl clearly did not want to die, and that, in itself, was the greatest motivator Zoe could have ever hoped for. Clenching all of her orifices in unified anticipation, she held the roaring chainsaw vertically with both hands, and slammed it down into Wendy’s mouth. Blood and chipped teeth sprayed out like a fountain as the blade ripped through her face.
Watching her friend’s body shake and convulse drove Zoe into a frenzy. She quickly tilted the chainsaw back in her direction, shredding most of Wendy’s throat and slicing her skull clean in half. Without thinking, she then straddled the motor end of the vibrating power tool, pinning it down with her weight, and began finger-fucking her asshole. She knew, in the back of her mind how dangerously crazy it was, but her carnality overpowered all logic. Her eyes locked on the bloody, dismembered remains of the girl beneath her and drool flowing out from her lips, she humped her way to the greatest orgasm she’d ever experienced.
xxxxx
A little later…
The Halloween princess stepped towards the exhausted naked blood-drenched girl, who was lying on her back, breathing heavily. “I believe I have stayed here long enough.”
“Are you returning to Satan?” Zoe interrupted, as she pulled herself upwards.
“Hehehe…Heheheh hahahaha!” The princess began laughing wildly.
“Satan does not exist, and hasn’t for several millennia,” she informed cheerfully. “The contemptible billy that you mortals have so wastefully paid tribute to for eons was merely a pawn, created by the Goddess of Malevolence, from whom I was able to procure my powers long ago. Satan was sent to Earth with a mission, which he failed disgracefully and allowed himself to become discovered by mortals, and thus, my goddess destroyed him. *giggle* Have I disappointed you?”
“Not at all! I mean, I would have been shocked if I learned that before tonight… I don’t care who it is, I just want to align myself with evil! I want to do evil things and hurt people and sacrifice them meaninglessly for the rest of my life and longer after that.”
The Halloween Princess was mildly intrigued. It had been so long since she had been mortal herself that she often forgot the thirst for cruelty that other humans were capable of. The answer to why she had been summoned in this specific location was gradually becoming more clear.
“If you would allow me,” Zoe continued, “I would love to become your follower and kill in your name.”
The princess casually admired the staff in her hand, smiled, and then casually walked behind the seventeen year old. She then proceeded to straddle the back of the girl’s neck, gazed downward and said “Sorry, but I prefer to have my fun unaccompanied.” Suddenly, a pitch black snake with red eyes emerged out from the mysterious woman’s pussy, slithered down the blood-slicked spinal bumps of Zoe’s naked back at an incredible speed, and began burrowing itself into her asshole. The teenage girl yelped in both shock and pain and quickly reached behind her to yank the aggressive intruder out, but though she pulled with all her might, she was ultimately unable to stop it.
The center of the large garage door seared with intense heat and then melted away. The Halloween Princess stepped through the circular exit to the outside.
“But I wouldn’t concern yourself too much,” she said as she gave a brief, sly glance back towards the panicking girl — still squirming on the ground with her fingers frantically pulling her ass cheeks apart — before gazing up at the large and bright full moon. “Now that I’ve been freed, you’ll soon have been responsible for more death than you can imagine.”
With those words, the Halloween Princess transformed herself into a bat and flew off into the night sky.
THE END OF CHAPTER ONE