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Introduction:

Tiffany and Skye try to get money rather than treats on their last Halloween trick-or-treat outing but instead get nothing but tricks, of the worst kind.

This story is a work of fiction, and all characters depicted are 18 years of age or older.



Halloween Rape Horror

Chapter 1

It was 5:00 PM Friday, exactly two weeks before Halloween, and Tiffany and Skye were in Tiffany’s bedroom preparing their costumes for their final Trick-or-Treat experience.

Both were seniors at River Rock High School and knew they were too old to be going out asking for candy, but it wasn’t candy they were after.

It all started a few Halloweens back when the two lifelong friends decided to get a little “slutty” with their witch costumes that year.

For the teen girls, “slutty” was making their witch's skirt mid-thigh, and Tiffany cutting the front of her costume to reveal some of her recently developed cleavage.

Luckily for both girls, Tiffany’s parents were seldom home on Halloween night and never saw what their daughter and her friend dressed up as because they never would have allowed it.

No one really noticed the girls that Halloween except for a few of their friends that they passed and three guys in one house who drunkenly hooted at them in approval as they walked up the driveway.

The guys at that house each gave them fistfuls of candy, lots of compliments, and smiles.

This made the girls very happy, both because of the extra candy and because they felt more “adult.”

The following year, the girls tried it again with pirate costumes.

Tiffany made sure to expose even more of her still-growing breasts while Skye wore black tights and a red checkered skirt that barely covered her ass.

Returning to the same house got the same reaction, but even more candy.

One of the men asked Skye to turn around slowly so he could see her “costume” better, and the especially drunk fat man asked Tiffany if she could “walk his plank”,

Just before they walked away, the third man approached them, apologized for his drunken friends, gave them both $20, and said, “See you next Halloween!”

Next year, both girls dressed up for Halloween for the thrill of being sexy and also for the intent to get some money.

Both girls were beautiful, and because superheroes were popular that year, they chose that theme.

Since she had long blonde hair, Tiffany was going as Supergirl.

Her red cape was short, and her red skirt was even shorter.

She cut the blue top so that her flat belly was bare and removed the “S” emblem over her breasts so that a lot of the inner flesh of her now DD-cup breasts was exposed.

Skye had long, straight brown hair and was less endowed than Tiffany, and the word that was most often used to describe her was “adorable”.

Her breasts were barely a C-cup, but despite being very skinny, she had an incredibly full and round ass, so she wore a skin-tight Batgirl costume that showed it off well.

After blatantly teasing and playfully responding to all of the men’s lewd sexual comments and posing for some suggestive pics, both girls returned home with eleven $20 bills each.

Last year, Tiffany dressed as a nurse, and Skye went as a Playboy bunny.

Just as they were getting near the “money house,” as they called it, they swapped their comfortable shoes for high-heeled stilettos.

This time, the men asked them to pose for pictures in perverted positions, including sitting on their laps and kneeling in front of them, pretending to be giving blowjobs.

They were even handing out candy to other trick-or-treaters for the men.

It was over an hour before the girls left the men to hurry home.

In all the years, there had never been any actual sexual contact.

It was all just playful PG-13 type of fun for everyone.

Despite that, the girls still managed to return home with $500 each that year.

Knowing that this year would be the last time, the girls decided to go out with a bang.

Tonight, the two of them were at Tiffany’s house, trying on what they were going to wear on Halloween night.

Tiffany had a smoking hot teenage body that most men who saw her described as “built for sex”.

She was dressed as a slutty cheerleader, with a blue skirt so short that the bottom half of her ass cheeks would be showing.

Standing 5’ 7” tall, 120lbs with 34 EE breasts, Tiffany filled her thin, stretchy white cheerleader top (which was really just a tube top) to the breaking point with both nipples trying their best to poke through.

Her outfit was completed by blue and white pom-poms, 4” black stiletto heels, and her long blonde hair sticking straight up in a ponytail that made it look like a water fountain.

Skye’s French maid skirt was black with white trim and the same length as Tiffany’s but was puffed out, so it covered even less of her ass.

And where Tiffany opted to leave her curvy legs bare, Skye covered her thin legs with black fishnet thigh-high stockings and a garter.

The thin black material of her top was paper-thin and so sheer it was see-through, which allowed each of her dark areolas to be clearly visible.

The choker around her neck was simply a strap of black lace held together with Velcro.

Standing shorter than her friend, at 5’ 2” and only 95 lbs with 32 C breasts, Skye increased her height using 6” stiletto heels, which were so high that she could barely walk in.

Neither one was wearing panties, but both girls agreed that the tan lines from their bikini bottoms would look like panties in the poor light that night if they did go out without them.

“Perfect! Fucking perfect,” Skye said while looking at them both in the full-length mirror in Tiffany’s bedroom.

“On Halloween, we just need to add makeup, false eyelashes, and maybe some perfume. We’re going to make fucking bank next week,” Tiffany agreed.

The next day, the girls were having drinks at the River Rock Book and Coffee shop, discussing the upcoming Halloween night in great detail.

Both girls had decided that they weren’t wearing bras under their costumes again this year and were now debating whether or not they should go panty-less as well.

“I think we should. I mean, fuck it. At this point, why not? And our tan lines will drive them crazy,” Tiffany stated.

“I don’t know, Tiff. I messed up my car, so we can’t drive there, and the money house is a good 25-minute walk to get there. I don’t want to show up with a crowd of horny trick-or-treaters following behind us, looking at our butts the whole time. And it’s probably going to be cold, too,” Skye said in concern.

“Yeah. That’s why we need to score big with those old fucks at the money house. You need to fix your car, and I need to pay my dad back for when I trashed his truck. No way I’m getting a job. Hey! We can wear bathrobes to keep warm! I have two long ones. We’ll just take them off before we get there, like we did with our shoes, last year” Tiffany suggested.

“That would work. Plus, that will keep any of our neighbors from seeing what we’re wearing and telling our dads. Is your Mom still out of town that night for work?” asked Skye.

“Yeah. Not home until later in the day after Halloween, like always. My dad is working until 10:00 PM. We’ll be home, changed, and counting our cash long before that,” Tiffany replied.

“I hope your dad doesn’t come home early like last year. He was so mad, I thought he was going to beat the crap out of you after he saw what we were wearing. If I hadn’t changed before my dad got to your house to pick me up, my dad would have beaten me with his belt right on your porch! He’s a nice guy until he gets mad, and then he snaps like crazy, like what he did to that guy who cut him off on the highway. I still have nightmares.” Skye shuddered.

“He went to jail for that, right?” asked Tiffany.

“Three months!” Skye answered.

“Jeezsh. I hope he never gets that mad at me,” said Tiffany.

“Last Halloween, I was grounded for two weeks just from him hearing about what I was wearing. He’s still pissed at me for my last report card, too. What’s wrong with D’s? I still passed,” Skye said.

“I know, right? I got D’s too, and so are my tits. Or they were. Double E now. Colleges don’t give a shit about grades if you’re beautiful like we are. They want their students looking good! And what’s the big deal about what we wear on Halloween, anyway? One night a year, we dress like total sluts and get some horny old losers to give us money and take some pics. It's good, though, that we started wearing those Renaissance eye masks two years ago so that no one would recognize us if our pictures get posted anywhere. Not that those old retards even know how to post pics online! I bet those creeps jerk off to our pictures all year long!” Tiffany said with a smirk.

“Definitely. What a sad bunch of dickless losers. Enjoy it, you old pieces of shit. Give us our cash, you stupid fucks, and then you’re never going to see this ever again,” Skye said with a laugh while pointing to her ass.

“Oh my god! They do love your ass! The tall one ended up giving you $60 just to bend over and spread your cheeks a few times when you were Batgirl. What do you think he’ll give you to do that this year after he finds out that you’re not wearing any underwear?” Tiffany said while giggling.

“I’ll make him give me $100 each time. That sad-sack of shit will pay for it. And then, probably die of a heart attack, the ugly fuck. I wouldn’t help him if he did. Can you imagine giving any of those creeps mouth-to-mouth?” Skye asked.

“I’d throw up on each and every one of them,” Tiffany said in agreement.

“I wonder if we can sue them or report them to the police after this last time. Just to ruin their lives or make them get divorced,” Skye asked.

“I never see any females with them. They’re all so ugly, I doubt they could even date a woman,” Tiffany said, which got both girls laughing.

Neither girl knew that all three men they had just spoken so harshly about were also having coffee at the table next to them.

The three friends had just sat down and were enjoying their drinks when the two girls entered the coffee shop.

What first had been a fun game for them trying to decide which girl was hottest soon turned into amazement and glee after they figured out that these two beauties were, in fact, their celebrated Halloween sluts that they talked about all year round.

All three men’s eyes widened, and their dicks hardened with joyful lust when they heard the girls decide not to wear underwear under their costumes this year.

They listened with amusement as the teens talked and revealed to them how spoiled and stupid the girls were about college and life in general.

But when the conversation started to be about them, though, it didn’t take long before John, Frank, and Hunter were sitting in total silence, trying to contain their rage from what they were hearing.

All three men knew they were well past their prime.

They were balding, out of shape, and in their late forties.

They also understood that how the girls had been dressing for them over the years was just crazy fun, but they also had the secret fantasy that maybe one of the girls, or both, was attracted to older guys and would offer them sexual favors someday.

That happy idea that they had all entertained was shattered now.

John was a lifelong bachelor, and both Frank and Hunter were married with kids.

Both women didn’t mind their husbands spending Halloween at John’s house.

The wives didn’t even want to give out candy anymore since their own kids had moved away or were too old to trick or treat, so they left their husbands alone to do what they wanted on Halloween.

These two hot-as-fuck teenagers were the reason that Frank and Hunter spent Halloween night at John’s house for the past few years.

Now they all felt like idiots for throwing their money away on two dumb sluts that thought they were just old and worthless pieces of trash.

After the girls left, Frank was the first to speak, “Well fuck that. I’m not giving them shit this year. They can dress like whores for free!”

“Yeah. Those bitches are getting tricks this year instead of treats,” Hunter agreed.

John sat in an obvious rage for a while before he said, “What if we really “trick” them? I mean, like, really, really “trick” them.”

“You mean like my recurring fantasy of wearing a mask, pulling them into some bushes, and raping them? Especially the big-titted blonde? The fantasy that I have every year? Constantly. I’m good with doing that for real,” Hunter said with a laugh.

“I’d prefer not to go to jail, but damn, the ass on that brunette is to fucking die for. I’d risk it if the plan were solid,” Frank said.

“What if we do the “abandoned house” idea?” John asked his friends.

The “Abandoned House” fantasy had been discussed in increasing detail by the men for a few years now.

Old man Crimmins, who owned the house next to John’s, had passed away a few years ago, but his estate had not yet put it up for sale.

The house was set far back from the street and was surrounded by a high, vine-covered black metal fence to keep in several large dogs that Crimmins had owned.

The property was much more expansive than John’s and was surrounded by crowded trees and overgrown bushes.

No one would hear anything they did, much less see anything happening in the house or even the backyard.

Hunter was the one that got the fantasy started when he first suggested that they jump out of the bushes when the girls walk by, drag them both into the house and rape the shit out of them.

All the men added their own details and increased the scope and details of the rape fantasy as the years went by.

Ideas were playfully discussed and dissected for feasibility.

“Crimmins and I used to go hunting a few years back and got pretty close. He gave me spare keys to his place years ago so I could feed his dogs when he was away. I still have the set. And no one knows I have them. I don’t think we should use the house, though. Too many things to break and leave evidence on. There’s a huge shed out back, but it’s falling apart, so fuck that. I say the gazebo in the backyard. It’s big and covered in case it’s raining. Let’s use an inflatable mattress, too, so we’re comfortable,” said John.

“Yeah! And John, you have extra boxes of Halloween lights that you never use. If the power is off there, we can run extension cords from your house. Let's light the whole gazebo up with orange string lights so we can see those slut clearly,” suggested Hunter.

“We can wear Halloween masks for disguises. Or even just cotton ski masks. That will cover our faces and even your beard, Frank. Maybe long black robes? I’d like to scare the fuck out of these bitches too. But I still can’t figure out how we’re going to get them into the backyard,” said John.

“Wait. Wait. Remember last year, when Frank saw them change from shoes to heels and keep their shoes in the bushes next to the front gate of that house? And they talked about doing it again just now. You said you wanted to take the shoes and make them do a striptease to earn them back. This time, they’re wearing bathrobes too. If we kept the front gates open, I bet they’d drop their stuff on that bench just inside by the front walk. Then, we close and lock the gates once they pass through. Fuuuuck! I can’t believe we’re going to do this!” Frank said before laughing.

“That fence is tall and keeps the front yard totally dark. I bet if we were all wearing black from head to toe, we could be really close to them, and they wouldn’t see us. Holy shit! What if I quietly close and lock the gate while they put on their heels and take off their bathrobes?” Hunter suggested.

“Yes! Then, while they’re freaking out about being locked in, someone grabs their clothes off the bench and hides in the shadows! That would really send them over the edge. Ha ha ha…!” Frank added, sending them all into hysterics.

“We need something to get them to walk to the backyard by themselves… Shit! I have no idea,” John said sadly.

“That all sounds great, guys. But what about your house, John? They’re specifically going to your house. We’re going to be the primary suspects afterward. You know that, right?” Hunter asked.

“Fuck, I know. Let's think about this for a while, get together tomorrow night, and brainstorm. We can even use my old night vision stuff, too, probably. I feel like we have enough to work with to make all this happen and not get us into trouble,” John said as they separated to get into their cars.

The next night, after brainstorming and some heavy drinking, they had a plan.

Chapter 2

On Halloween night, the girls walked down the street toward what they only called the “money house”.

This suburban neighborhood didn’t have many street lights, and the whole section of road they were on was almost completely dark.

In the distance, after a long stretch of darkness, they recognized the familiar outline of inflatable Halloween decorations in the faint glow of purple and orange lights that were always in the front yard of the “money house”.

It was a chilly and windy night, but despite how little clothing they were wearing, they were warm underneath long terry cloth bathrobes.

Both teens started to giggle in anticipation of the expected insane amount of money they were going to be getting for only an hour of a slutty and teasing performance.

Expecting to change shoes on the sidewalk in front of the abandoned house, they were pleased to see that the gate was open and there was a clean and ornate metal and wood bench where they could place their sneakers and robes.

After dropping the robes and changing into their heels, but just before the girls turned to return to the street and continue their walk, they heard a loud “CLANG!” noise behind them.

The weak light from the street was blocked, and the girls were in total darkness.

Startled, they both stood in wonder, trying to figure out why the gate swung shut like that.

They never saw Hunter's dark figure moving away from the gate and then standing silent behind a nearby tree.

They couldn’t see him, but he saw them clearly using a pair of John’s night vision goggles that John uses for hunting.

“What the fuck is this?” Tiffany said as she slowly walked forward and then blindly tried pulling open the doors of the gate.

“Are you fucking kidding me? It won’t open?” Skye asked in concern.

Standing in high heels, they both awkwardly pulled on the gate to no avail.

Tiffany’s ample breasts bounced around in all directions under her tube top after each tug.

Skye had no leverage in her stilettos and was no help as she spent more time trying to stay standing upright in them.

“Shit! It’s not moving, and I’m cold. I’m going to change out of these ridiculous heels and put on my robe,” Skye said.

The piercing cold had made each of the teens’ nipples hard, which lifted up the thin material of their tops.

But when Skye walked slowly back to the bench in the darkness, she cried to her friend, “Tiff! Oh my god! I don’t see… Our clothes are gone!”

Frank had taken their clothes while they were focused on the gate and, along with Hunter, made his way along the front walk toward the backyard.

Frank was also wearing night vision goggles.

“It’s probably just hard to see where they are in the darkness. Maybe they fell off? I can barely see you, and we’re right next to each other,” Tiffany said, trying to calm her friend.

In a panic and barely able to even see the bench, both teen girls bent over low and used their hands to try to feel where their clothes might have fallen.

Previously, the men had placed a few camouflaged night vision trail cameras on trees along the path to record the girls.

One perfectly captured Tiffany’s upturned curvy naked ass as she bent down to look under and around the bench.

Skye held onto the back of the bench and started pitifully sobbing while Tiffany tried to tell her everything would be alright while desperately looking for a way out of the yard.

But all Tiffany could see were the faint outlines of the finials on top of the fence and the tops of trees blowing in the cold wind.

Even the crescent moon that was in the sky earlier was now hidden behind dark clouds.

At this moment, John used a remote control to turn on the Halloween lights that the men had set up to help guide the girls to where they would receive their “treats”.

He pressed a button, and suddenly, the girls saw a long string of twinkling orange lights on the ground along the side of the walkway that led up to the front of the house and then curved around to the back.

“Who the fucking is doing this?” Tiffany said in anger.

“This is scary. I want to go home,” Skye said, shaking from both the cold and crying.

“Come on, Skye. It might be the only way out,” Tiffany said after dropping her pom poms to the ground and then taking her friend's hand.

Although the orange lights on the ground were bright, they didn’t illuminate much beyond the narrow walkway.

Slowly, the now terrified teens followed the path and made their way toward the side of the house.

The only sound around them was the “clack” and “click” noises coming from their stilettos hitting the cement walkway.

Suddenly, the lights went off, and they stood still, waiting for their eyes to adjust to the darkness. Only a few seconds later, Tiffany felt incredible pain from her left breast being viciously squeezed and twisted while she heard the rustling sound of something running past her.

“Ouch! What the hell was that?” she cried.

“Tiff, what’s the matter?” Skye asked in a panic before crying out herself when she felt a hand grab her ass so hard it almost knocked her off her feet.

“Not funny, guys. Is this Blaine and Trevor? Knock this shit off and turn on the lights!” Tiffany yelled, thinking that this was a prank put on by two friends from school who like to play practical jokes.

“Trevor, I know that’s you! That really hurt! Stop this,” demanded Skye.

Instead, both teens had their bodies molested again in total darkness.

Then their eye masks were pulled so hard that the flimsy elastic holding them to their heads snapped away easily.

After a few seconds of pause, the tricksters struck again.

Tiffany couldn’t see it, but she felt it when Hunter punched her other breast as hard as he could.

More than half his fist sank into her massive tit-flesh before being stopped by her ribs.

The only thing stopping her from falling to the ground was smashing back against Skye, who was shooting forward after getting hit savagely across her ass with a long leather belt.

Hunter and Frank's night vision glasses weren’t very good, but they were enough to see and let them accurately touch whatever part of the girl’s body they wanted.

Once he saw that both his friends were done with the girls and were off the path, John turned on the orange string lights again.

Tiffany and Skye held each other’s shoulders in absolute terror while waiting to be assaulted again.

When nothing happened, they started cautiously walking along the path again toward the backyard.

It was their only option.

They followed the curve of the path around the house and caught a glimpse of a gazebo in the middle of the backyard before the lights went off, and they were assaulted again.

This time, the thin material of Tiffany’s cheerleader tube top was ripped off her to leave her huge breasts naked and exposed to the cold night air while her friend felt something grab the back of her neck and push her face down on the ground with her ass up in the air.

At the same time, Tiffany thought one of her breasts had exploded when a thick leather belt hit her jumbo tit flesh with enough painful force to almost knock her off her feet.

Meanwhile, after strong hands tore off the thin top of her maid uniform, Skye started screaming when she felt something colossal start to enter her defenseless and exposed asshole.

Tiffany stood with her arms protectively crossed across her chest to protect her breasts from another strike.

“Skye? Skye? Where are you? Are you hurt? What’s happening?” she called out blindly to her friend, who was only a few feet away on the ground next to her.

“Something… Something… Oh my god, Tiff. They put something in my butt! Get it out! Get it out! Please! It’s hard and hurts so bad! I can’t get my fingers on it to pull it out! It’s all slippery! What the fuck is happening?” Skye screamed in horror as she struggled to stand up on legs shaking from both the high heels and terror.

Skye blindly reached out to find her friend in front of her and inadvertently placed both her hands on each of Tiffany’s naked breasts.

“Tiff? Why are you naked? What’s happening!” Skye said before crying uncontrollably.

“I don’t know, but your top is off too!” Tiffany answered while holding Skye’s body against hers as she ran her hands down and cupped Skye’s ass in an attempt to find out what was hurting her friend.

“I don’t feel anything,” she said.

“It’s in my asshole and hurts so bad!” Skye screamed in answer.

The reason her ass was in so much pain was because after Skye was forced to get on her hands and knees, Frank had taken a huge stainless steel butt plug out of a plastic bag he had in his pants pocket and brutally rammed it into the brunette teen’s asshole with one hard shove.

Later that night, when the men were reviewing videos, he told his friends that Skye’s asshole looked like a tiny black dot compared to the lighter skin of her ass on the black-and-white screen of his night vision goggles.

That was when Hunter whipped Tiffany with the belt again before running back to his hiding spot behind some bushes.

Meanwhile, John had started using an expensive thermal image scope from his rifle and was using it from a high vantage point on the house's wrap-around porch.

It allowed him to see where his friends and girls were positioned by the heat from their bodies and to turn the orange lights back on without temporarily blinding himself.

“Come on, just ignore whatever it is, and let's get to the Gazebo before the lights go out again,” Tiffany suggested.

“Arghh! Oh my god. Ok. It hurts to walk so much. I feel like... I feel like I’m constantly trying to take a…no, I don’t want to say what this feels like,” Skye said while struggling to hold her friend's hand and walking behind her.

Tiffany prepared herself to react when the light went off again.

She was going to blindly strike out as hard as she could, hoping to catch their attackers unaware.

A minute later, when everything went dark, Tiffany pulled her arm back, but just when she was about to unleash her strongest punch, she heard an electric sound, felt intense pain in her side, and then lost any control of her body to stop herself from falling to the ground.

She heard Skye’s body fall next to her.

While both teens slowly regained their senses, they each felt something cold circling their wrists, which were being held behind their backs.

Then strong hands lifted their helpless bodies off the ground and set them on their feet.

A round rubber ball-gag was stuffed into their mouths, keeping them quiet and their jaws wide open.

Each ball had a 4” long penis-shaped extension on one side that filled their mouths and kept their tongues pressed down.

There was also a 1” wide opening at the center of the base of the ball that extended all the way to the end of the rubber cock-shaped head at the entrance of their throats, allowing them to breathe through their mouths if they wished.

Then, a strap was buckled around their heads, keeping it in place.

Before their minds could comprehend what was happening, they both felt rough hands start to violate their pussies.

What Hunter and Frank learned next about the girls was beyond their wildest dreams, and after they found out, it was a race to see which one could relay the info back to John on the walkie-talkies that all had for emergency communications.

“These two slutty and teasing girls are both still virgins!” Frank whispered into the talkie after he stepped away from the girls.

John only laughed, told them to save one for him, and call him when it was his turn as he went back to his house to give out candy and talk to any parents with their kids to establish an alibi that he was at his home the whole night.

They also didn’t want the girls to know the number of men raping them, so they agreed that one of the attackers would always be out of sight.

Barely able to stand and mentally in a daze, both girls were unresisting as they felt multiple fingers dig into their pussies and start to furiously grind and probe against the intact hymens inside each of them.

Both girls were still virgins despite having had a few boyfriends over the past few years.

Rather than having intercourse, they manipulated the boys into performing oral sex on them and then lied with false promises to do the same in return.

Skye thought that having a little downward-pointing triangle of pubic hair was sexy, while Tiffany opted to keep her pussy totally bare to entice the boys into performing oral on her.

Only recently, Tiffany had given in to her boyfriend's constant pleadings and had become quite skilled in blowjobs, but Skye would only allow herself to jerk off her frustrated partners.

By the time the teens regained their senses, the orange lights were back on.

Both girls stupidly hoped that it was now over and that whoever was playing this outrageous prank on them would stop.

Instead, the girls saw two large figures dressed in full-length black executioner-type hooded robes and wearing black ski masks standing menacingly before them.

Each of them was sucking the girl’s virgin pussy juice off their fingers.

One was holding the leather belt that had been striking them both in the darkness, and the other was carrying the two stun guns in one hand that had temporarily knocked them both down.

As the two hooded figures started to move forward, both girls started screaming at the top of their lungs for help.

It was unfortunate for them that they didn’t do that when the gate first closed.

Someone might have heard them then.

Now, their mouths were full of rubber, and their screams were no louder than a muffled moan.

That was when they each knew that this Halloween rape horror was just beginning.

Chapter 3

The two terrified teen girls stood there with their arms behind their backs, with their breasts pointing straight out.

All the exposed skin on their bodies was covered in goosebumps from the cold.

Skye’s C-cup breasts had areolas that were no larger than a dime, and her nipples looked like the tiny tips of sharpened pencils.

The areolas on Tiffany’s EE breasts were large like a half-dollar with long erect nipples that looked like they were begging to be sucked on.

The man with the belt yelled at them with a deep and angry-sounding voice to get into the gazebo.

When the girls stayed still, frozen in terror, he started whipping Tiffany's unprotected breasts with his belt until she started running as best she could while in heels with her hands cuffed behind her back.

As she stumbled past the man with the belt, he followed behind her and repeatedly struck her back and ass as hard as he could.

Tiffany’s mind was reeling as she tried to comprehend what was happening to them.

She no longer thought this was all just a prank from her school friends.

They might have copped a feel of her boobs and ass, but she couldn’t believe they would hurt her and Skye as they had been doing.

But who was it?

Two men?

Could one be a woman?

They had to be men, but their bodies were completely covered in black robes.

Even their faces were covered.

They could have been anyone or anything.



Skye could barely walk in her six-inch heels under the best conditions.

Even after being whipped, bound, and gagged, she still might have been able to move forward by herself, but the colossal metal dildo that was stretching her anal ring to its breaking point removed all rational thought from her mind.

It was all she could do to keep from having a mental breakdown.

Seeing that she wasn’t likely to move by herself, the other man with the stun guns put them both in his pockets and easily lifted Skye over his shoulder and carried her unresisting 95lb body to the gazebo.

From top to bottom and all around the octagonal gazebo, the men had hung orange string lights that made it look like a giant orange spider web.

Inside it, Tiffany’s practically naked body was shoved forward so that she fell face-first onto her fat tits across the queen-sized air mattress centered on the floor.

Skye followed close behind in the same position.

There was enough light for the men to clearly see all the delicious and perfect teen flesh that they were about to enjoy.

Both girls' hands were cuffed behind their backs so that they couldn’t get up by themselves.

By this point, Skye had lost all will to resist and remained still with her face in the mattress, hoping they would leave her alone.

Tiffany was still trying to fight back and was able to roll over in a hopeless attempt to somehow use her high heels as weapons to keep the attackers away.

Both men grinned when they saw her giant naked tits roll around on her chest like two honey-dew-melon-sized mounds of Jello.

The men had prepared for this moment as well.

None were wearing pants, and there was a long vertical slit cut into each of their full-length over-the-head black robes that allowed their Viagra-enhanced cocks easy access to rape their teasing teen targets with ease.

Hunter’s massive 8” cock was rock hard as he looked down at his beautiful blonde rape target for the night.

All that was left of Tiffany’s Halloween costume was the extremely short cheerleader skirt, the high heels, and the ponytail.

The blonde teen was lying painfully on her arms with her hands cuffed behind her back.

As she struggled to free herself from that position, her breasts shook wildly from side to side, and every muscle in her shoulders, stomach, and thighs was flexed tight.

He was finally able to fully see these big fat tits that he had been fantasizing about for so long.

Even more, now he could see her totally shaved pussy.

He had always imagined that it would be nicely trimmed, but seeing that delectable bald cunt, practically shining in the orange led lights, was sending him to higher levels of lust he had never experienced before.

After two savage kicks against each of her inner thighs to spread her legs out wide, he fell on top of Tiffany and started squeezing and sucking on her breasts to his heart's content.

The precum, oozing from his cock, was pressing against and lubricating the closed lips of her pussy.

While never taking his mouth off her tits, Hunter started stabbing his dick forward in stronger and stronger thrusts until his fat mushroom-shaped cockhead was lodged in her cunt.

Tiffany became hysterical when she felt him start to enter the entrance to her virgin pussy, and her body started convulsing wildly in a desperate attempt to get the man off her.

It was hopeless, though.

With her hands cuffed behind her back, all she did was make it more exciting for Hunter.

Whenever she lifted her shoulders to get him away from her breasts, all she did was shove her tits deeper into his chewing mouth.

And whenever she lifted her hips to push him off her, all she did was push his cock deeper into her pristine pussy so that he was now at the brink of bursting her cherry.

With both his hands dug into her breasts as cruelly as he could, Hunter lifted his 225 lbs body off the blonde teen before savagely thrusting his entire groin back down on hers and burying his cock balls deep in her pussy.

With that one motion of absolute ecstasy for him alone, he tore through her hymen and took away her virginity.

Tiffany screamed into her gag, and her body thrashed uncontrollably as she began wailing from the rape she suffered.

Hearing that prolonged and muffled scream next to her, Skye raised her head to see what was happening to her friend, but because of the black robes and ski mask that the man was wearing, she could only see Tiffany’s gagged face and her long blonde hair that was styled like a fountain over her head.

The black form on top of her was moving between Tiffany’s spread legs and was covering the rest of her body.

Because of the flowing robe, Skye couldn’t see how Hunter’s body was moving or what he was doing, and the innocent Skye had no idea that her life-long friend was being raped.

Suddenly, Skye saw the other black-robed figure that had been assaulting them on the walkway kneel by Tiffany’s head and start to pour an alcohol-smelling liquid from a bottle down the hole in the ball gag in her friend’s mouth.

She saw Tiffany’s eyes go wide as she struggled to swallow whatever it was without being able to use her tongue because the dildo-shaped gag in her mouth was pressing it down.

Some of the alcohol shot back out of the hole in the gag and also shot out of her nose after she explosively exhaled, but the man kept pouring the liquid slowly back in.

Tiffany quickly figured out how to swallow small doses without using her tongue to keep from drowning.

The man stood up once the bottle was empty and moved behind Skye’s prone body.

Skye closed her eyes and started to shake in fear when she felt the air mattress under her beginning to move as the man closed her spread legs and then straddled her knees.

She felt his hands run up her thigh-high-clad legs from and then start to massage her full and round asscheeks like he was kneading dough.

“Why was I so stupid to dress like this?” she thought.

Suddenly, Skye felt intense and lingering pain on her left butt cheek!

And then a softer and stranger sensation, a little lower down the curve of the same cheek.

And then, sudden intense pain on her right cheek.

But she refused to lift her head to try to find out what was being done to hurt her like that.

Even if she had known that Frank was biting and sucking on her ass as hard as he could, she could have done nothing to stop him.

But when she felt his fingers press around whatever was lodged in her asshole, Skye started screaming and crying like she feared she was about to be murdered.

But the gag in her mouth kept her cries so muffled that anyone standing ten feet away would barely have heard her.

She gritted her teeth when she felt an unknown pressure being built up around her asshole after the man slid two of his fingers under the flat disk-shaped base of the buttplug and started to slowly pull it free.

The agony coming from her anal ring from being spread to its breaking point from the wide width of the plug almost made her lose consciousness, but before her vision turned black, the man let the butt plug go, and her ass quickly swallowed it back in.

He did that several more times.

Skye felt like she was having the largest bowel movement of her life, over and over again.

Finally, after a vicious tug, the man pulled the butt plug free of the teen’s ass with an audible PLOP noise.

Her body reacted like she was hit in the ass with lightning.

Skye’s back arched so far in agony that both her breasts were lifted off the mattress.

Then she exhaled in relief through the hole in her gag.

The abused teen had no way of knowing what the man was doing when he spread her ass cheeks out and positioned his body over her naked ass.



Like Hunter, Frank was also ecstatic about the sight and opportunity before him, which was reflected by his 7” long cock that was poking through the front slit in his robe in anticipation.

Skye was face down on the mattress with her hands cuffed behind her back.

All that was left of her Halloween costume was the torn remains of her puffy maid skirt, fishnet thigh-highs, and ridiculously tall high heels.

At 5’1” and only 95lbs, the dark-haired teen was tiny compared to Frank’s 5’11” and overweight 250 lbs frame.

He had been dreaming and fantasizing about fucking this teen's ass for far too long, and now here it was.

Two round full globes.

Alabaster white even in the orange light.

Perfectly smooth.

Naked.

Vulnerable.

Defenseless.

His.

After pouring lube all over cock, he spread her ass cheeks wide until the teen’s puckered anus was visible and slowly started to push his cockhead Skye’s asshole.

Hunter was in a constant state of ecstasy, both mentally and physically.

He had just torn through the virginity of the beautiful blonde teen beneath him and was ramming his cock into her as hard as he could while sadistically biting and chewing on her nipples in his mouth.

His goal now wasn’t only his own carnal pleasure.

No, in addition, now he wanted to hurt this teasing bitch that had said so many nasty things about him.

After putting as much of her tit-flesh in his mouth as possible, Hunter bit down hard enough to break her skin and draw blood.

He did this over and over and to her other breast as well.

He wanted to scar her forever with his teeth and give her a reminder of this night for the rest of her life.

Tiffany was in agony.

She knew that her virginity was gone from the stabbing pain in the deepest parts of her vagina.

The teeth chewing on her breasts felt like razors across her skin.

Her shoulders felt like they were being dislocated from their sockets from lying on her arms.

Whatever alcohol that was poured into her mouth earlier was beginning to make her head spin.

Above her, all she saw were orange Halloween lights.

The beaten blonde looked left and saw her friend lying on her stomach with her face on the mattress.

A huge black figure was sitting on her thighs.

“Oh, my GOD!” Tiffany thought after she saw the long erect penis sticking out of the figure’s black robe.

She knew her friend was about to be raped and tried to warn her.

Without thinking, she tried to cry out to her, but the horrible gag in her mouth didn’t allow anything more than a moan.

The gag was pressing down her tongue and made it a struggle even to swallow any saliva that built up in her mouth.

With wide eyes, Tiffany saw the man press his erection between the curves of Skye’s bottom before he lay down on top of her friend.

When she saw Skye’s head jerk off the mattress and heard a pitiful moan escape from the hole in her gag, Tiffany knew that her friend was also being raped.

But not in her wildest dreams did Tiffany consider it was her best friend’s ass and not her pussy that was being raped.

Twenty minutes had passed since Hunter had first started fucking Tiffany.

Neither man made any noise other than groans of pleasure and heavy breathing from their physical exertions.

A cold wind was blowing around them, but both men were covered in sweat, and so were their victims.

Both men would stop whenever they felt like they were close to coming, calm down, and then resume raping their victims.

Neither one wanted this night ever to end.

Hunter wanted to taste the blonde’s pussy, so he slid his body down hers and started licking her cunt.

By this point, Tiffany was so intoxicated and physically broken that she kept her legs wide open and made no effort to keep him away.

She felt no pleasure from his oral attention.

She only felt a slight relief from the pain on her shoulders when his large body lifted off hers.

She had no idea what might happen next when the man grabbed both her legs from under her knees and bent her body in half so that her knees were on either side of her head.

The blonde teen only moaned in pain from the increased pressure on her arms and shoulders.

What she felt next took her absolutely by surprise.

“Noooooooo! NOT MY ASS! ARRRGGHHGHGHAGAHAGAH…….!” Tiffany screamed into her gag the whole time while she felt all 8 inches of hard cock pound relentlessly into her tiny virgin asshole.

Meanwhile, Frank’s body was like a jackhammer while he fucked his cock into Skye’s once-virgin asshole.

He had taken karate in his teen years and was taught to strike beyond his target to achieve the most powerful blow.

That was what he was doing now to this submissive teen below him.

He wasn’t trying to drive his 7-inch cock as far into Skye’s ass as he could.

No, he was trying to drive his cock through her and into the floorboards of the gazebo.

Skye didn’t know the difference.

To Skye, it felt like her ass was literally being ripped open in all directions and absolutely destroyed.

Eventually, the 45-year-old felt the cum in his balls build up to the point that he couldn’t hold back anymore.

When his cock was buried as deep as he could get in her perfect teen ass, Frank had the most intense orgasm and unloaded the most enormous amount of cum in his life.

When his final spurt entered Skye’s colon, he collapsed on top of her in total bliss.

Several minutes later, he pulled his half-erect dick out of Skye’s asshole and rolled her over onto her back.

The now anally raped brunette stared at the ceiling in shock from what happened to her.

Frank laid beside her, let his hand roam over her flat stomach, and squeezed her tits.

Then he took a bottle of tequila and did the same thing he had done to Tiffany with a bottle of vodka.

Skye struggled several times to swallow the burning alcohol, slowly dribbling into the opening of her gag and then into the back of her throat, but eventually, the small bottle was empty.

Skye didn’t care.

It made her feel warmer and relieved some pain radiating from her ass and shoulders.

She opened her eyes wide when she felt her legs being spread apart and the man covering her dry pussy with his mouth.

Frank was in heaven.

He hadn’t tasted a virgin pussy since he was in high school over 30 years ago.

Despite the violent anal rape that this teenage girl had just endured, it didn’t take long for her pussy to start flowing under his expert oral skills.

“You better get wet, bitch! You’re going to need to for when John takes my place,” Frank thought to himself.

While her rapist started to lick and suck on her pussy lips, Skye couldn’t believe what had happened to her so far tonight.

Beaten, tied up, anally raped, and now her rapist is giving her oral sex.

Why would he be doing that?

Did he know that was her favorite thing to experience?

With a gasp that surprised her, she felt a sudden wave of pleasure when she felt his tongue press down hard against her clit.

Soon, her increasingly intoxicated mind found it difficult to rationalize how the front half of her body was on the verge of an orgasm while, at the same time, her back half felt like it was literally on fire.

Skye just closed her eyes and prayed that this oral rape would also take some of her anal pain away.

While Skye was on the verge of an orgasm, her friend was in a totally opposite situation.

Hunter had practically bent Tiffany in half while he was raping her ass.

It had taken him several minutes to fully force his massive 8-inch cock into her tiny shithole, but once he did, he took it almost all the way out before slamming the whole thing back into her.

His only regret from fucking her in this position was that he couldn’t chew on her tits at the same time, but the sight of her massive breasts looking like they were going to pop open from being squeezed together between her thighs almost made it worth it.

When, at last, Hunter couldn’t hold back anymore, he pulled his cock entirely out of the teen’s once virgin ass and slammed it back into her pussy in one thrust.

Six minutes later, after fucking her at a furious pace, he sent spurt after spurt of his hot cum into her deflowered pussy while he was sucking on her throat and giving her a massive hickey.

Hunter looked over to see what his friend was doing, and when he saw Frank’s head between the brunette teen’s widespread legs, he playfully pushed Frank’s head into her pussy to help him stand himself up on his feet.

After fulfilling his ultimate sex fantasy, Hunter didn’t mind stepping away to do his next part.

Everything was going according to the plan, and he knew he’d get another round, probably with the “French maid”.

While he was standing and looking down at the luscious body of the blonde teen he had absolutely destroyed, Frank felt his cock begin to stir back to life, but rather than act on that, he walked far enough away to send a message to John, “Your turn, buddy.”



Chapter 4

Hunter and John met a few feet away from the Gazebo.

As they shook hands, Hunter took off his ski mask.

“Well?” John asked.

With a huge smile on his face, Hunter replied, “Best night of my life, and seeing what you’re about to do to these two bitches will be the icing on the rape cake. I’ll stay out of sight and then run back to your house after you get started to keep giving out candy.”

“Trick or Treat,” John said, smiling as he held up the cooler he was holding.

Walking over to Frank, John tapped him on the shoulder to let him know it was phase-two time.

Frank and Hunter then stood in positions around the Gazebo, which let them see what was about to happen but kept them out of the girl’s view.

The large amount of alcohol that the men had made Tiffany drink through her gag had wholly entered her bloodstream by this point, and the helpless teen felt like she was slowly floating above the mattress.

With blurry vision, she saw someone standing by her feet.

Tiffany assumed that the large black-robed figure standing before her, holding a cooler in his hand, was the same man who had just raped her.

When he grabbed her ankle and rolled her over on her stomach, Tiffany didn’t have the will to resist.

When he lifted her up by her hips so her ass was up and her face was pressed into the mattress, she didn’t care what was going to happen next.

She had already been raped in her vagina and ass.

What more could he do to her, she drunkenly thought.

John couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

It was like a wet dream come true.

A beautiful blonde teenage girl wearing a slutty cheerleader skirt, high heels, and nothing else was splayed out before him, lying on her back with her legs spread wide like she was begging him to fuck her.

The whole area around her shaved and wet pussy was moist from sweat, glistening in the orange Halloween lights that reflected off her absolutely bare skin.

The bite marks, and bruises from Hunter that he could see all around the round globes of her enormous tits looked sexy as hell to him.

Her stomach was flat, but every other part of her was toned and yet still soft and curvy.

After making her roll over onto her stomach, he lifted her ass up so she was on her knees with her face into the mattress.

John remembered how white her teeth were when she smiled at him in years past.

Now he knew that all those smiles were lies.

She looked so slutty and yet also so clean and innocent.

They both did.

Both girls were like naughty angels to him.

Especially the tiny brunette one.

All he planned to ask her to do for him this Halloween was to let him hold her close so he could feel her body and smell her perfume.

But all he could think of now was hearing all the awful and horrible things she and the blonde had said about him and his friends.

As he knelt behind the blonde’s upturned ass, he could feel the feeling of rage suddenly building up inside him as he opened the cooler.

Inside the cooler were four unwrapped full-sized candy bars that John had kept in his freezer for the past three days.

Each chocolate-covered caramel and nougat bar was 5” X1” X1” and frozen solid.

Along with the candy bars was a giant tub of petroleum jelly.

After coating all the bars with the jelly, John took one and pressed it up against the bright red ring of Tiffany’s asshole.

Using the palm of his hand, John rammed the entire candy bar into the teen’s tight ass with one thrust.

At that, Tiffany’s head whipped up off the mattress as she tried to scream out her gag.

When her head dropped back down, John fired the second candy into her already-filled ass the same way.

With a sudden surge of adrenaline, Tiffany slid her massive breasts across the plastic mattress as she straightened her body to escape the painful intrusions into her ass.

But John knelt on her legs to hold her in place while he completed the last part of his sadistic assault.

In the cooler was also a huge stainless steel butt plug with a flat, heart-shaped base which, after some struggle, followed where the candy bars went and sealed Tiffany's ass up tight.

While the blonde teen thrashed her body around in absolute agony, John repeated the whole process on her friend.

When John had placed the buttplug in Skye’s ass, he rolled her over onto her back and pointed his erection at the last virgin hole remaining on either of these two teens: Skye’s now soaking wet pussy.

There were many reasons why John was the last to fuck the girls.

One important reason was that John had a monster 10” cock that all the men agreed would never fit in any of the girls' holes without a lot of previous breaking-in.

Hunter had already claimed Tiffany’s pussy and ass, while Franks had broken Skye’s asshole.

So that only left Skye’s virgin pussy, which was fine for him.

John was 6’3” and 245 lbs.

He dwarfed Skye’s petite 95 lbs 5’ 1” frame.

It was true what the girls had said about the men all being fat, but for John, it was spread all around his body, so he looked muscular.

Not that the girls could see any of this under his flowing black robes.

Neither girl was even looking at him or at anything, in fact.

The large amount of alcohol they had been forced to drink had robbed them of the ability to focus on anything.

Instead, they were both crying hysterically while rolling around on their backs, trying to make themselves have a bowel movement to relieve themselves from the agonizing pressure building up in their colons as the frozen candy bars quickly melted from the internal heat of their bodies.

John gripped his one-eyed monster in his hand while he ran his cockhead up and down Skye’s tight wet slit.

He poured the remaining lube from the container that Frank had used all over his dick and even his balls.

It wasn’t to make it any easier for Skye.

It was only to make raping her more pleasurable for himself.

After a few mighty shoves forward, only the mushroom-shaped cock head was able to enter her virgin channel.

Her virginity wasn’t going to surrender itself without a fight.

But because of the massive size difference between the two of them, it was as if Skye was defending herself with a paper shield and John was about to launch a bunker-busting missile into her pussy in comparison.

Once his cockhead was fully embedded into Skye’s tight cunt, John positioned himself in the proper position before he used all his massive weight to his advantage and threw his entire body down on top of the helpless teen.

In less than a second, John’s massive cock ripped past the thin membranes of her hymen and didn’t stop until all 10 inches of his rock-hard cock were buried insanely deep in the tiny teen’s pussy.

Skye's only response was to stop moving and to scream as loudly as she could into her gag for 30 seconds until she went silent and stared blankly at the ceiling of the Gazebo.

She was catatonic.

Her mind had shut down to protect herself.

His two friends couldn’t see it under the robes, but when it was obvious that John was fucking Skye, Frank slapped Hunter on the arm to remind him of where he should be going by now.

Hunter nodded silently and jogged away to John’s house to give out candy to any late-night trick-or-treaters.

The front gate at Old Man Crimmins' house had been locked shut at 8:10.

It was now 10:00 PM.

John raped Skye until 10:30 and shot a massive load of cum into her pussy while his entire 10” monster cock was buried all the way inside her.

He wanted to stay where he was and just continue to fuck her again, but he wanted the blonde, too, so he slowly and reluctantly pulled his cock out of her.

His viagra enhanced penis barely softened as he knelt down between Tiffany’s spread legs and, with little hesitation, rammed his blood-covered cock into her recently deflowered pussy.

It took another 30 minutes of relentless pounding until John deposited his second load into the helpless blonde teen.

While John was fucking Skye, Frank spent his time sucking and squeezing Tiffany’s magnificent tits.

Her muffled moans of pain every time he chewed hard on her nipples were like music to his ears.

She really came alive and started to wildly move her body in reaction to when Frank tried to get his fist into her pussy, but the best he could do was four fingers.

He then spent the rest of his time giving her bite marks and suction bruises all around her shaved pussy and inner thighs to match what Hunter had left on her tits and neck.

When John finished with Skye and moved over to fucking Tiffany, Frank left the gazebo, put his night vision goggles on, and walked back to the bench by the front gate.

Along the way, he picked up everything the girls dropped on the ground and put it into a trash bag.

This included the girl’s sneakers, bathrobes, pom poms, torn clothes, leather belts, and anything else that was left behind.

Later, he was going to take the bag to his house and burn everything in the fire pit in his yard.



After John flooded Tiffany’s pussy with his hot cum, he stood up on shaky legs, gave Frank a high five, and walked back to his house while letting Hunter know he was on his way via the walkie-talkies.

John had never felt so sexually satisfied in all his life.

Frank then fucked Tiffany’s pussy while Hunter did the same to Skye.

At the house a few days later, all three men commented to each other that they could feel the candy bar against the undersides of their cocks while they were fucking the girls.

At first, it was a weird, hard feeling, and cold, but eventually, it went away when all the frozen chocolate, caramel, and nougat softened from the heat of being inside the girl’s intestines.

It was 11:30 PM when the two men were finally finished raping the poor girls.

After that, they carried the girls to the front gate and stood them upright on shaking legs.

Both girls still had their heels on.

They lightly slapped both girls in the face to fully wake them up.

Tiffany was the most responsive, while Skye didn’t seem to know what was going on at all.

The men had two final tricks to give the girls before they let them go.

First, Hunter grabbed Tiffany by her ponytail, pulled her head back, and poured some of the cheapest vodka the men could find down the hole in the gag.

Tiffany was gagging and spitting out a lot of it back out the hole, so the vodka covered her whole face and ran down her shoulders and breasts.

Frank did the same thing with Skye.

Whatever was left in the bottles was poured over both girls' heads to wake them further up and make it obvious that they had been drinking.

Then, using alligator clips, Hunter attached a string of small bells to each of Tiffany’s nipples while Frank wrapped a small chain around Skye’s neck and attached the other around the handcuffs behind Tiffany’s back.

The idea was that Tiffany would be sober enough to walk back home, and Skye would blindly follow.

After checking that the entire length of the street was empty, Hunter opened the gate while Frank herded the girls out to the sidewalk and got them walking in the direction they came from.

Chapter 5

The two girls stumbled forward together in the darkness.

Neither one knew where they were going until they reached the first streetlight.

That was when Tiffany recognized where they were, or at least well enough to keep them walking in the right direction.

Skye said nothing while she walked blindly behind her friend.

Once again, her primary focus was trying to walk in incredibly high heels.

For both girls, all the trauma and pain from the night of multiple rapes would soon be replaced with a feeling of euphoria.

That was because before John put the candy bars in the freezer, he embedded them all with several ecstasy pills and some other pre***********ion drugs, including amphetamines, ecstasy, and also some LSD from a supply that John tried last year with an ex-girlfriend but didn’t enjoy.

It might take a while, but once the chocolate, caramel, and nougat eventually melted into a liquid, the pills would be dissolved and absorbed into the girl's bloodstream.

They were feeling a little of the effects now, giving them the boost needed to walk home.

The idea was that by the time the girls got home, they would be too drugged up to even be able to talk to anyone about what had happened to them.

They were five minutes away from Tiffany’s house when they encountered some people.

It was two mothers walking home after taking their teens to a Halloween party.

When the moms saw how the girls were dressed, that is to say, undressed, their reaction was quick and expected.

“You should be ashamed of yourselves!”

“I’m calling the police as soon as I get home, you two harlots!”

“Where do you live? I’m speaking to your mothers!”

Barely aware of what was being said to them, both girls continued walking until the moms had had enough and continued on their way.

Two minutes away from Tiffany’s house, they encountered two male teens on bikes who were out, causing trouble in the neighborhood.

They had been throwing eggs at the houses of people whom they didn’t like.

The two girls were in the dark when the boys passed by and wouldn’t have been noticed except for the constant ringing of the bells that hung down from Tiffany’s nipples while she walked.

Hearing that, the boys stopped to investigate.

And what they found brought them to hysterics.

“Holy shit! Look at that!”

“Are they naked?”

“Look at those big fucking tits!”

“What the fuck are they doing?”

“They smell drunk as fuck!”

One of them reached out and tugged on the bells to make Tiffany’s breast bounce.

The other touched Skye’s naked ass and gave it a hard squeeze when she made no motion to brush his hand away.

The two girls looked sadly at the two boys while they shook their heads in a hopeless attempt to dissuade them from touching them.

And then both the girls’ eyes widened in recognition.

The boys were Blaine and Trevor.

The same two who Tiffany thought were behind what happened at the house.

“Hey, is that? Oh my god! It’s Tiffany and Skye!” Trevor exclaimed.

“I can’t fucking believe it! What the fuck did they do to themselves?” Blaine asked.

“I don’t know, they’re both totally fucked up and it’s awesome! I always wanted to feel these fat tits,” Trevor said as he grabbed both of Tiffany’s breasts and squeezed hard.

“Yeah. I’ve jerked off to this ass so many times. We dated a few times, but the bitch never let me touch her,” Trevor said as he positioned himself behind Skye.

After taking multiple videos and pictures with their cell phones, it didn’t take long for both boys to have their fingers deep in the girls' pussies.

It was too dark for them to see that their fingers were all wet from the girl’s blood and other men’s cum.

“Do you want to fuck them or something? We can take them behind those hedges over there. It’s dark. They’re tied and so fucked up they won’t even know it. It’s perfect,” Trevor begged his friend.

“Fuck yeah! Let's go,” Blaine answered.

“Hey, wait. What the fuck is this in her ass? Check it out. Feels hard and flat. What is it?” Trevor asked after his fingers felt the cold flat metal of the butt plug’s base.

Blaine bent down to check and said, “I don’t know what the fuck that is. It’s shaped like a heart with sparkles?”

It was at that moment when the enormous pressure from the now fully liquified giant chocolate bars that had been building up inside Skye’s colon reached the breaking point.

With a sound like a giant whoopee cushion being sat on, the huge butt plug shot out of Skye’s asshole and hit Blaine in the forehead while he was bent over looking at her ass.

The laughter from seeing this died on Trevor’s lips because what he saw next was a long stream of black and brown fluid streaming out of Skye’s ass and spraying both of the boys' shoes and pants.

Not knowing that it was only melted candy and instead thinking that the girl had shit all over them, both boys ran away, screaming toward their bikes.

Once there, they both threw their remaining eggs at the girls in retribution.

Two hit Tiffany on the back of her head.

One broke after landing against the side of her breast, while two eggs exploded after hitting Skye against her face and ass.

Blaine took his last two eggs and ran back to the girls, who had continued walking to Tiffany’s house.

Just before they reached the edge of her yard, Blaine stopped them and pressed an egg up and into both of the girl's pussies.

He had expected the eggs to crack immediately, but they stayed intact even after both girls kept walking up the driveway.

Helpless to react in any way to what Blaine had just done, both girls continued walking until they finally reached Tiffany’s house.

They were safe at last!

But in the driveway, both of the girls’ fathers were waiting for them.



Chapter 6

James was surprised that all the lights were off in his house when he got home from work at 10:00.

“Where the fuck was Tiffany? We told her to be home early tonight,” he growled.

When Lucas showed up at 10:30 to take Skye home, James handed him a drink and said, “Here. It might be a while.”

“Big surprise. If she got into trouble, I’m going to beat Skye black and blue,” Lucas replied.

The men spent the night drinking on the porch near the house's side door, and it was midnight when they finally saw the two girls stumble up the driveway.

“Holy mother of god….what the fuck did you two girls do now?” exclaimed Tiffany’s father, James.

“Skye! What is the meaning of this? Explain yourself. Now!” yelled Skye’s father, Lucas.

Both men had walked halfway down the driveway to confront their daughters.

Each was taking cell phone pictures and videos of the girl's condition to show their wives.

Both men were already mad at their daughters for staying out so late, and seeing them like they were now made them furious.

In the bright light given off by the front porch lights, the men could see in more detail than they wanted what their girls had been up to.

Both were practically naked and wearing high heels that would make a stripper proud.

One of Sky’s fake eyelashes had partially detached and was covering one of her eyes, while the bells attached to Tiffany's nipples were jingling every time she took a breath.

“Lucas, they can’t speak. They have gags in their mouths. God damn it, Tiffany. I’m so sick of your bullshit,” her father said as he moved behind her to figure out how to remove the gag.

Is that egg all over their heads?” questioned Lucas.

“Yep. Egg on top of vodka by the smell,” said James.

“Skye! You fucking shit yourself!” Lucas yelled.

“What?” James asked with growing concern.

“Her ass and legs are covered in shit! Fuck! I’m going to fucking kill this girl,” Lucas growled.

Lucas tried to focus on his daughter, but out of the corner of his eye, he couldn’t stop staring at Tiffany’s breasts.

He had always thought they were wonderfully large, but he had never seen them in anything less than a bikini top.

This was the first time he had seen them naked.

They were magnificent!

Perfectly round and so high on her chest.

Even the one covered in egg had a fantastic shine to it.

The high heels she was wearing accented every muscle and curve in her legs, and how her hands were tied behind her back showed off her stomach and tits beautifully.

Her long blonde hair was pulled away from her face in a super high ponytail, allowing him to see how the ball gag in her mouth kept her jaws open impossibly wide.

He could feel his dick getting rock hard in his pants.

Whatever this girl had been up to tonight, he wished he were part of it.

James unclasped the strap behind Tiffany’s head and expected the ball gag to fall out of her mouth.

It didn’t.

When he stood before his daughter, he saw her eyes open wide, like she was pleading for him to help her.

Reluctantly, he placed his thumb and index finger on either side of the ball by her lips and started to pull it out.

Now, his eyes went wide when he saw the long tube that followed behind the ball.

“What… the…fuck…” James silently mouthed when he realized there was a 4” long rubber penis coming out of Tiffany’s mouth as well.

James looked over at Skye and saw that she had the same-looking ball gag.

“Does she also have a rubber cock in her throat?” he thought.

As Lucas did with Tiffany, James felt the same about Skye.

He thought her short little body was sexy as hell and often went out of his way to get a good look at her surprisingly full and round ass.

The thought of being able to pull a dildo out of her mouth like this was almost more than he could stand.

He dropped Tiffany’s gag to the ground and stepped over to Skye, telling his friend, “The buckle on the gag is difficult to undo. Can you take those fucking bells off Tiffany’s breasts while I remove Skye’s gag?”

“Sure thing, buddy, thanks,” Lucas replied.

James kept a hand on the base of Skye’s neck, and while holding the ball in his other hand, he tilted her head up while he slowly pulled the cock shaped ball gag out of his friend's daughter’s mouth.

Skye kept her eyes closed and passively let James position her however he wanted.

When it was almost all the way out, he slid it back in and repeated pulling it almost all the way out a few more times.

“Holy shit, that’s hot as fuck!” James said to himself.



Lucas had just thanked James, but it wasn’t for sparing him from the embarrassment of taking the gag out of his own daughter’s mouth.

No, it was for the golden opportunity to feel Tiffany’s big teen breasts.

With one hand, he enveloped as much as he could grab and squeezed it far more than necessary while he pretended to be having trouble removing the alligator clip from her nipples.

If Tiffany noticed the obvious molestation of her breasts, she gave no indication.

He made removing the second clip last even longer, and he only stopped mauling her boobs because he saw James drop the gag he had finally pulled out of Skye’s mouth.

“Oh my god! Thank you. That was hurting me so badly. Please uncuff me!” Tiffany finally spoke after being able to move her jaws properly.

She never mentioned or even noticed the way Lucas had been holding her breasts.

The last batch of alcohol she had been forced to consume was fully entering her bloodstream at this point, and her mind was confused, and her voice sounded slurred.

Rather than walking behind the helpless teen to look, he placed his hands on her breasts and manhandled her upper body around until she had her back to him.

“James, these are real handcuffs, like what the police use. I figured they were cheap toy ones, but they aren’t. We’ll need some heavy-duty bolt cutters unless either of you girls has the keys?” he asked.

“We don’t have keys!” Skye cried, not wanting to explain or even talk about the violent rapes that she and Tiffany had just endured.

“I don’t have bolt cutters either. Where was the party? I’ll go and ask them for the keys,” James suggested, with a smirk on his face.

At that, Tiffany exploded in a drunken rage, but what she said was difficult to understand because she couldn’t concentrate and speak clearly, ”It wasn’t a party! We were raped! At a house! While we were trick or treating! Why don’t you believe us and do something about it?”

“You were raped? While trick or treating? And you went trick or treating at your age? Dressed like this? Just to get candy? That you could just buy yourselves. Admit it, you both went to a party, got fucking drunk and lost track of time. Right?” James asked purposely, trying to get the truth out of her.

“No! Call the cops!” Tiffany yelled.

“One man raped you both? Or was it two men? Or multiple men? Were they all teachers again? Maybe the mechanics that are fixing the cars you both ruined? Before they raped you, how much candy did you get? I could use some now. I’m hungry,” James said as he taunted his daughter.

“We didn’t go for candy! Only money! I don’t know who they were! Might have been two guys from school. They were wearing masks! They made us drink! They took our virginities! Doesn’t that mean anything? You have to believe me!” Tiffany pleaded while crying.

The alcohol and drugs were making Tiffany’s mind alternate between moments of clarity and vacancy, with her mind being blank for longer and longer periods of time.

“Wait, you didn’t go trick or treating for candy? You went for money? So, you were you whoring yourselves out? Did you not get paid and are now saying that you were raped? Holy shit, Tiffany. This story just keeps getting more and more ridiculous,” James said in disgust.

But this time, Tiffany had no reply.

Her mind was getting cloudy, and it was some time before she understood what was happening around her.

“Is any of that true, Skye?” Lucas asked his daughter.

Skye only stared at her spit-covered ball gag on the driveway and said nothing.

Her memory of the night's events was getting fuzzier and fuzzier as more of the alcohol and drugs the men had given her were absorbed into her body.

She could remember each agonizing forced penetration into her once virgin holes, but the thought of explaining any of what had happened to her was something she didn’t want to do, especially to her father.

Skye’s silence satisfied both fathers that Tiffany was lying.

Both men looked at each other and rolled their eyes.

They had been through things like this before with the girls multiple times.

Whenever these two girls screwed up and did something wrong, they lied and blamed someone or something else.

Bad grades?

Teacher’s fault.

When that didn’t work, the girls escalated to claim that two male teachers were sexually assaulting them.

Those teachers were cleared after an investigation, but by that time, the girls were allowed more time to complete their schoolwork and retake tests.

When Tiffany drove drunk and crashed her father’s truck, she said, “Not my fault. I was run off the road by another driver.”

However, that lie was exposed by dashcam footage.

Skye ruined her car and lied to her father about it.

Multiple times, the girls had returned early in the morning shitfaced from parties they had attended and lied, saying that their soda was spiked.

Both girls had a long history of lying to get out of trouble.

Tonight it was rape.

“Ok, where did it happen? What house?” James asked with fake concern.

“On Water Street? Not sure now. I don’t know what house. I think it is abandoned.” Tiffany mumbled.

“So, you went to an abandoned house? Looking for money? And you were dressed like what? Cheerleader in heels? And Skye was a….?” James asked after glancing at Skye.

“What were you dressed up as?” Lucas yelled at his daughter, barely able to contain his building rage.

“A maid! A French maid.” Skye said weakly, terrified of her father’s anger.

“A maid? With a fucking slutty skirt like that? And stripper heels? Where’s your fucking top? And now we’re supposed to forget that you both dressed like sluts for money and got drunk because you were raped. What the fuck is wrong with you?” Lucas said in disgust.

It was then that Skye’s drunken mind cleared enough to let her question the strange pressure she was feeling in her vagina and then suddenly remember what Blaine had jammed up her vagina.

Without thinking that her father and her best friend's dad were standing right in front of her, Skye spread her legs slightly, relaxed her pussy enough to let the egg fall out of her, and let it hit the ground with an audible crack.

If that wasn’t bad enough, she then drunkenly said, “I laid an egg,” and smiled proudly like she was showing them a grand prize.

The combination of alcohol and ecstasy in her bloodstream had reached the point where she had no idea where she was or what she was doing.

Tiffany was in the same state and started laughing hysterically at what her friend had just done.

Infuriated, Lucas kicked at the egg between her legs and then raised his hand with the intent to hit her across her face.

But then something happened that took all attention away from Skye.

Tiffany started screaming in agony and bent herself at the waist until her huge breasts were pressed into her thighs.

“What’s the matter, Tiffany? What’s…” her father started to say in concern but stopped when the butt plug in his daughter’s rectum shot out of her asshole, quickly followed by a stream of brown muck splattering the porch steps and running halfway down the driveway.

“Oh my god, that felt soooo good,” Tiffany giggled.

Both men just stood with their mouths wide open in sickening disbelief at what they had just witnessed.

And then the egg inside of Tiffany cracked open, and yolk and pieces of shell dropped out of her pussy to the ground below.

This time, it was Skye who burst into hysterics, followed by Tiffany.

“I can’t even…” James started.

“This is just…” Lucas began.

“These girls are totally fucked up. There’s no use even talking to them. I can’t believe my daughter just took a shit in the driveway,” James said, like he was getting sick.

“James, I don’t think it’s shit,” Lucas said.

“What?” James said in confusion.

“It doesn’t smell like shit. All I smell is chocolate. I think, holy fuck, I think the girls put chocolate up their asses!” Lucas replied.

“I think you’re right. I smell chocolate, too,” James confirmed.

“What the fuck are we going to do?” Lucas asked his friend hopelessly.

“We’ve got to clean them up and put them to bed before they pass out on us. We can worry about the cuffs in the morning. Greg, my neighbor, might be able to help with bolt cutters. The guy has everything. Might even have keys that work. Too late to ask him now, though. There’s a shower in my in-laws' apartment. You can take Skye in there and clean her up. Tiffany has a shower in her room that I’ll use. This is so fucked up,” James replied.

James should have been focused on his daughter, but his eyes couldn’t stop staring at Skye.

He had always had a fetish for thigh-highs, and the fishnets she was wearing were making his cock throb.

Likewise, Lucas was staring at Tiffany’s almost naked body the whole time James was talking.

The bruises and bite marks on her huge breasts only made her look more sexy.

The thought of running soap all over that sexy blonde teen in the shower to be quickly followed by his dick was intoxicating to him.

Both fathers had been drinking that night, well before their daughters had returned to the house.

Lucas had already called his wife and told her that he had drunk too much to drive and that he and Skye would be staying overnight at James’s house.

While they weren’t actually totally drunk, they were well on their way.

So when Lucas said something that normally would have been immediately dismissed as a joke or inappropriate, it was regarded by both men as totally logical.

“Hey, James. It’s going to take a long time to wash them clean. We’re going to have to get naked in the shower with them to really clean off all the chocolate, egg, alcohol, and who knows what else. Our hands are going to have to go all over and into places where they shouldn’t. That’s not something a father should do to his daughter. Let’s switch,” Lucas suggested.

“That makes sense to me. You sure you don’t mind?” James asked as he quickly stepped over to Skye and propped her up by wrapping his arm around her and stealthily squeezing her side and under her boob with his hand.

“Not at all! I’m so sick of this kind of shit from her. If I had to clean her up, I’d probably kill her. So you’re doing me and her a favor. Fuck it, enjoy yourself too,” Lucas said, hoping James would give him the same permission.

He couldn’t wait to squeeze and suck on Tiffany’s big fat tits.

James snapped his fingers in front of Skye’s face a few times, but she didn’t even react.

“Yeah, they’re both out of it. We don’t have to even worry about them getting pissed off at us touching them and telling their moms. They’ll never know. Do whatever you want as well. I don’t give a fuck about anything you have to do to clean her off. I just don’t want to hear about it later,” James said while obviously looking at Skye’s naked and perky tits.

Not thinking about his daughter at all and only exhilarated at the thought of having his way with her blonde friend, Lucas put his almost full bottle of beer into his pocket, rushed forward and helped Tiffany up the porch steps and then upstairs to her bedroom.

“Don’t fall asleep!” James yelled at him.

“No worry! I’ll crash on the couch in the living room when I’m done!” Lucas yelled back.



Chapter 7

It was four in the morning before James had finished raping his best friend’s daughter, Skye.

He was exhausted.

There was nothing he hadn’t done to the beautiful, petite teen.

No perverse sexual fantasy that he hadn’t satisfied.

No position that her pliable teen body wasn’t bent and twisted into.

Things that his wife of 25 years had denied him were performed upon Skye’s beautiful and unresisting body.

Every load that completely drained his balls was deposited deep in her ass.

And the most surprising thing of all, Skye seemed to love every minute of it.

James expected a positive reaction while he was performing oral sex on her, but Skye was also moaning and gasping in pleasure every time he got his dick into her pussy and even her ass.

James didn’t know it was only because of the large amount of ecstasy, LSD, and other drugs that had been absorbed through her colon.

Otherwise, she would have been screaming in pain from all the violent rapes on those two recently virgin holes.

After getting out of bed, James grabbed Skye’s naked body in his arms and carried her out of the in-law apartment and back through his house.

He stopped outside his daughter’s bedroom door and listened to ensure Lucas wasn’t still there.

But after hearing the unmistakable sounds of Tiffany moaning in either pain or ecstasy and the steady thumping noise from her headboard hitting her bedroom wall, he knew his friend wasn’t finished yet.

Trying not to think about what might be happening to his daughter, James took Skye down the hall and dropped her limp body onto his bed.

Her thin legs, still clad in her ridiculously high heels, were spread wide.

The downward-pointed triangle of her trimmed pubic hair looked like an invitation for him to continue to fuck her.

Her barely C-cup breasts were red, raw, and covered in bruises and bite marks from a long night of abuse.

Her thin and perfect body was arched from lying on her arms that were cuffed behind her back, showing off every muscle and soft piece of flesh he had enjoyed for the past few hours.

After feeling his cock start to harden for the fourth time tonight, he took a quick look at the clock next to his bed before throwing his body back on top of his unconscious teen cock-sleeve.

Thirty minutes later, and after he had fully drained his balls into her pussy, James let his 195 lbs body collapse on top of the tiny teen.

With his face buried under Skye’s long curly hair and sucking on her neck and shoulders, James heard Lucas leave Tiffany’s bedroom and walk down the stairs.

With a happy groan, James lifted Skye again, took her into his daughter’s room, and laid her down next to his daughter on the bed.

Despite having an excellent idea about what his best friend had been doing to his daughter, he appreciated that Lucas had covered Tiffany’s naked body with a sheet, but he knew that he really had to put some clothes on both girls.

The pants were easy enough.

He dressed them both in some of Tiffany’s pajama bottoms.

Even though Skye was smaller than Tiffany, he judged that the elastic waist was tight enough to keep them from falling down when she stood up.

He was at a loss about a top, though.

With their hands behind their backs, James couldn’t think of anything that would work.

In the end, he took two long bath towels and hung them around the girls’ necks so their breasts were covered.

After one final squeeze of Skye’s breasts and ass, James went to his bedroom to get some sleep.

Chapter 8

Tiffany was the first to awaken.

She was lying on her side.

Every part of her body was sore, especially her vagina and anus, and her shoulders were in agony.

Her heart started beating wildly as her mind filled with all the horrible memories of the rapes and tortures she experienced the night before.

This Halloween was supposed to be so much fun!

But then they were tricked and trapped.

Who did this to them?

Was it Blaine and Trevor?

Yes! She remembered seeing them both.

They raped us and put, oh my god, eggs into their vaginas?

Eggs that fell out in front of our dads, shit!

But no, didn’t all that happen after the rapes on the walk home?

And the men who raped us were bigger than Blaine and Trevor.

At least, I think so.

Maybe?

Oh my god! What is that awful taste in my mouth? It’s disgusting! I feel like I’m going to puke from it.

She tried moving her arms and remembered that her wrists were cuffed.

Then, fragments of the conversation with her father came back to her.

Did they need the keys or something?

Skye was in her bed, on her side, facing her.

“Skye! Wake up!” Tiffany said while moving her body to shake the bed and wake her friend.

“Oohh, what? Where am I? My head feels like it exploded. I’m so nauseous,” the brown-haired teen said quietly.

Then, like what had happened to Tiffany, her eyes started to well up in tears as she replayed last night’s nightmare in her mind.

“How did we get home? Everything hurts! Especially my butt! Oh my god, Tiff, what happened?” Skye asked.

“I don’t know. The last thing I remember is talking to our dads in the driveway. And then I…oh no….I remember being in intense pain and..” Tiffany began before stopping.

“And what? What…? Oh my god. No. I remember what happened then. All over the steps and driveway! I did it, too, I think! I want this nightmare to end. No more. I can’t take it,” Skye said sadly.

“Do you remember what my dad said about a key for the cuffs?” Tiffany asked.

“No, I don’t. Tiff, I’m sorry, but your breath is making me sick. Can you turn away from me? What is that?” Skye asked?

“I don’t know! It’s horrible!” exclaimed Tiffany as she did her best to roll away from her.

“I only remember your dad saying that we weren’t going to call the police because no one would believe us. Because we lie all the time,” she replied.

“Skye, we were raped! We have to tell the police. Those pieces of shit that did that to us have to pay!” Tiffany said sternly.

“I don’t care. We don’t even know what they look like! Or how many? Police are going to ask a thousand questions. I’m not telling anyone what happened last night!” Skye declared.

Suddenly, there was a loud knock on the bedroom door.

“Coming in with Lucas,” James announced.

A blanket covered both girls, and they were sobbing uncontrollably in bed.

“Help me! Get these cuffs off! Please, Daddy!” Skye cried to her father.

Both men stood with their arms folded, with an angry look on their faces.

“I’ll sit you up, but I can’t remove the cuffs. We don’t have the keys,” Lucus replied.

Both fathers moved their daughters to a sitting position on the bed.

James sternly asked them, “What do you remember from last night?”

“We were raped!” Tiffany responded immediately.

“Oh, yeah. You’re sticking to that still?” James said.

“Yes! It’s true!” the blonde pleaded.

“Skye?” Lucas asked, but Skye barely shook her head no and looked at her covered feet.

“Ok, let’s review what we know, what went on last night, and what’s going to happen going forward. You two came home after midnight, in costumes but basically naked. You were both drunk or on drugs and reeked of alcohol,” James started.

“They made us…” Tiffany started, but her father wouldn’t let her continue.

“You had bells attached to your boobs, and Skye had shit herself sometime before she got here with you. You took a shit of chocolate diarrhea all over the front steps and driveway. Both of you had eggs fall out of your vaginas and you both laughed about it. Did your “rapists” do all that too?” he said.

At that, Tiffany closed her eyes while Skye hid her head against a pillow in shame.

Tiffany remembered the pain from the bells that were clipped to her nipples, and Skye remembered the feeling of exhilaration and relief when she shit herself on the sidewalk.

“You were both dressed like total sluts. I can not even imagine what your mother is going to say or do if she ever sees how you looked. You’re going to be sent to that boarding school she talks about,” James said.

“You weren’t wearing much but somehow managed to keep these hooker heels on. We have videos of what you both looked like when you got home. Here,” Lucas said while tossing the girl's heels on the bed and then putting his camera in front of both of the girl's faces.

Seeing how they looked last night triggered a flood of painful memories and another round of intense crying.

“We’re not calling the police. You both have a long history of lying. Remember lying about those two teachers? Remember lying about poor Mr. Murphy next door? Remember how you lied about crashing my truck and how Skye lied about ruining her car? Remember how many times you both lied about staying out late and getting shitfaced? I don’t give a shit about what happened last night. This is what is going to happen. I’m going to ask Mr. Murphy if he has keys or bolt cutters. If he does, and he is extremely nice enough to help us, you’ll be free before your mother gets home. Skye, you’ll be free before your mother finds out, too. But, if he’s still pissed off at you, Tiffany, and I don’t blame him if he is after what you did to him, you will both have to remain cuffed until we can get a locksmith to make a house call. That could be Monday or maybe Tuesday. Do you both understand?” James explained.

“Do you?” Lucas yelled at his daughter.

“Yes!” she replied immediately.

“Yes,” Tiffany said quietly.

“Tiffany, what’s the last thing you remember from last night?” James cautiously asked his daughter.

“I don’t know. Ugh! My head is splitting. I hurt. So bad. I remember standing in the driveway and feeling like I was floating over the house. Out of my body. I think I took a shower or something? Dreamed I was drowning, I think. Nightmares. Oh god, so many vivid nightmares. Then I woke up in my bed this morning. ” Tiffany said sadly.

“How about you, Skye?” her father asked.

“I don’t know. Something about an egg, then everything was spinning, and then nothing. Total darkness,” Skye replied.

“You don’t remember how we cleaned you up, got you both dressed and put you to bed?” James asked both the girls.

“No. Thank you, Daddy,” Tiffany answered submissively

“Thank you, Daddy,” Skye said to her own father almost at the same time and in the same tone as her friend.

At that, the two fathers nodded to each other and visibly relaxed.

“If you both promise to get your shit together, stop lying and do better in school, we won’t tell your moms about any of this. We all pretend last night never happened. Do you agree?” James asked.

Both girls immediately said yes.

They wanted this nightmare to end and knew their mothers would never let them forget what happened.

James and Lucas had their own reasons for not calling the police.

After last night, they didn’t want their own DNA showing up inside either of the girls.

“Please, hurry. My arms hurt so bad, and I have to go to the bathroom,” Skye cried.

“Me too! And, and, I’m sorry, Daddy, but can you brush my teeth too? There’s a taste in my mouth. It’s so disgusting and making me sick,” Tiffany added.

Chapter 9

After hearing Tiffany say that, Lucas’s heart began to beat wildly, and his face became flushed with fear of getting caught and shame about what he had done to cause the disgusting taste in Tiffany’s mouth.

Images replayed in his mind from last night.

It started off simple enough.

He could see himself taking his daughter’s beautiful best friend into the shower to clean her off.

Running his soapy hands all over her body, especially her big tits, which were much bigger than his wife’s.

Bigger than any woman he had been with in his life.

Making her stand herself up by holding on to the back of a wooden folding chair he had brought into Tiffany’s walk-in shower.

He could see himself dropping to his knees behind her, washing all the chocolate away from her inner thighs and full ass before putting two of his soapy fingers as deep into her pussy and and then into her asshole as far as he could.

See himself sitting on the chair himself, pulling her down on his lap and having his cock slide between the soapy and slippery crack between her ass while his hands never stopped squeezing her tits.

Lucas wished that he had a video of what happened next.

In that position and while under a constant cascade of steamy hot water from the rain shower head above them both, he fucked the blonde teen in both her pussy and then her ass while he sat on the chair.

For over 30 minutes, he brought himself to the verge of climax several times while his hands never stopped rubbing, squeezing, pinching and twisting her soft and soapy body.

At last, he wanted to fuck her as hard as he could, so after a final rinse, Lucas half carried Tiffany’s barely conscious body and dropped her onto her bed.

A short time later, after and a frenzied fuck and an explosive orgasm inside her pussy, Lucas lay next to the now deeply asleep teen and continued to let his hands explore every inch of her soft and perfect body.

With her hands cuffed beneath her, Tiffany’s supple body was curved in such a way that it seemed to Lucas’s drunk mind she was begging him to molest her.

When he flicked her abused nipple or rubbed her clit, her body would jump in pain and a soft moan would leave her mouth, which Lucas imagined was Tiffany just being a slut.

He covered her mouth with his, kissed her constantly and sucked on her tongue.

He slid his mouth down her body and licked her pussy and had her constantly moaning until she had at least two orgasms herself.

When he saw her pussy juice covered asshole, Lucas felt his dick start to harden again.

Taking the empty beer bottle he had brought with him, he pressed the rim of the longneck glass at the opening of her pussy and jammed it in.

At that, Tiffany’s eyes opened wide in pain and she looked directly at Lucas as she cried out and her body futilely tried to avoid the intrusion, but in moments, Lucas had the neck and most of the bottle’s shoulder in the blonde teen’s cunt.

Hearing her cry out in pain didn’t make Lucas reconsider what he was doing.

In fact, he started thinking about what a bitch Tiffany was and how she was the reason behind so many of Skye’s bad choices.

Skye’s first swear word was learned from Tiffany.

Skye’s first cigarette: from Tiffany.

The more Lucas thought about Tiffany’s negative influence on his daughter, the angrier he got.

Lucas jammed the bottle in and out of Tiffany’s pussy faster and harder.

First shoplifting: from Tiffany.

First skipping school: from Tiffany.

In and out.

Harder and faster.

Tiffany’s eyes opened wide, her long blonde hair started whipping around her as she shook her head while she started screaming “No!” in agony.

Lucas quickly covered her mouth so James wouldn’t hear her, reached for the ball gag Tiffany was wearing earlier and put it back on her.



First drug use.

Slam!

First unsupervised party.

Slam! Slam!

First bad everything.

Slam! Slam! Slam!

Drunken rage was bringing Lucas to the ege of insanity.

Now the long necked beer bottle was entirely in the blonde teen’s pussy.

But Lucas kept slamming the base of the bottle until it was so buried inside her, his palm wasn’t hitting glass anymore, only Tiffany’s pussy lips.

At this point, his cock was like a steel bar.

Keeping the bottle where it was, Lucas rolled Tiffany over onto her belly and straddled her ass while she was in the prone position.

With one hand holding the base of his cock, he rammed himself into her raw asshole.

If Tiffany wasn’t gagged, her screaming would have brought her father running to her aid but Lucas kept her face buried in a pillow.

In no time, Lucas’s cock was lubricated with blood seeping from her pre-existant tears all along her anal walls from all rapes and abuse her colon had endured.

The headboard of Tiffany’s bed was hitting the wall with each forward thrust of his hips.

Both his hands were cupping her EE breasts underneath her so hard that all his fingers were gouging into her soft tit-flesh.

Suddenly, Lucas stopped.

The urge to take a long postponed piss was ruining the pleasure that he should have been experiencing.

He thought about pissing up her ass but he didn’t want to make a mess that he or James might have to clean in the morning.

So, with a popping noise, he pulled his cock out of Tiffany’s ass, got her to her feet and half dragged her back to the walk-in shower.

By the time they got into the stall, the beer bottle was half-hanging out of her pussy so Lucas pulled it out so it wouldn’t hit the ground and brake.

The outside glass of the bottle was streaked with her blood, and a small pool of it was in the bottle itself.

Tiffany was made to sit on the chair, the gag was removed and quickly replaced by Lucas’s cock.

Within seconds, hot yellow urine produced from the half a case of beer that Lucas had consumed for the past few hours was filling the teen’s mouth.

Lucas kept lunging forward, forcing his cock down her through while he was pissing.

Whatever piss Tiffany didn’t swallow made her gag and choke so much that hot piss was shooting out her nose.

When he was done, he let go of the death grip he had on Tiffany’s head and let her fall on her handcuffed arms onto the tiled shower floor.

Having taken a piss, Lucan now felt the overwhelming need to take a shit.

He looked at Tiffany, sprawled out before him.

The naked teen’s body was shining in the shower’s overhead light from being soaked in his urine.

Her nipples were erect and her big fat tits were heaving up and down as she gasped for breath.

Her body was writhing, and her spread legs were shaking.

The bloody beer bottle was between her thighs.

Tiffany’s eyes stared at him like a deer in the headlights.

It was the most perverse and erotic scene he had ever witnessed.

What he was thinking of doing was just too gross.

Too obscene.

But then Lucas saw Tiffany looking up at the ceiling with her luscious red lips open wide in pain, and his choice was made.

Within seconds, he had dropped to his knees with Tiffany’s face under his ass, lined his asshole up with her open mouth, and took a massive shit.

The first firm log shot directly into the blonde teen’s mouth and kept going until it hit the back of her throat before her body could respond in any way.

Like his piss, his taking a shit was well overdue and once it started it was over quick.

Less than a minute later, Tiffany’s entire face was covered in his waste.

Lucas stood on shaky legs and unashamedly looked down at what he had done.

Lying on her back the way she was and with her hands cuffed behind her, Tiffany was unable to move in any way to clear anything from her face.

His excrement covered her mouth and ran down either side of her face to the shower floor.

He had filled her mouth so completely that Tiffany couldn’t spit it out.

The only way she could get rid of it was to swallow it.

While her naked body spasmed hysterically, Lucas could see her jaws moving and the muscles in her neck struggling to get it all down.

The sight turned his cock rock hard.

Lucas then threw his body down on top of her and started to fuck her pussy with total abandon.

Both his hands gripped and twisted her fat tits like he wanted to rip them off her body.

While keeping his left hand on one of her breasts, he used it to keep his balance while he raised his right hand and slapped her across her face as hard as he could.

The impact whipped her head to the side and sent a spray of his shit against the shower wall.

Lucas then changed hands to grip her other tit with a shit covered hand and slapped her just as hard across the other side of her face which sent a spray of his shit against the glass shower wall.

With his elbows digging into each one of her tits, he ran his now shit covered hands all over her face.

His fingers went over her eyes and pushed his shit under her eyelids and then into her nostrils.

When Lucas felt himself about to cum, he scooped up some of his shit off the floor and jammed his fingers so far into Tiffany’s mouth he triggered her gag reflex and made her vomit.

At the same time that her puke was shooting out past his wrist, Lucas was cumming in Tiffany’s pussy for the second time that night.

Then, it was just a matter of using the handheld shower nozzle and all of Tiffany’s shower soap and shampoo to get them both clean.

Chapter 10

After his mental flashback from last night ended, Lucas looked at Tiffany’s confused and disgusted face while she complained about the horrible taste in her mouth and barely kept himself from laughing because he purposely avoided cleaning his shit and her vomit out her mouth.

After hearing her talk shit for all these years, he thought it appropriate to give her a real taste of it.

The stench coming out of her mouth after he took a dump in it, would have made fucking her one last time that night nauseating but keeping her face down on a pillow while he fucked her ass made it not an issue.

The sound of her crying while her bed bumped into the wall after each thrust into her raw asshole was a perfect way to end the night.



Lucas cleared his throat while he put his hand in his pocket to hide his growing erection and said forcefully to Tiffany, “Your breath stinks because you vomited. Thankfully, it was just before we brought you into the house.

“Sure, that’s what happened, Tiff. Come on. I’m going to have to help you go to the bathroom, too, since you can’t even take off your pajama bottoms,” James said, annoyed, as he helped Tiffany get to her feet.

The towel James had looped over the girl's shoulders earlier provided some modesty, but the shame that each girl felt from their father’s having to pull their pajama bottoms down and then back up after they finished peeing was an embarrassment they would never forget.

“I’m going to ask Mr. Murphy for his help now. Tiffany, When you see him, I want you to say, “Yes sir”, “Please”, and “Thank you”. If you piss him off, he’ll walk away laughing at you. Stay in your room so you don’t fall down the stairs,” James said before walking next door with Lucas.

After explaining the situation, Greg Murphy agreed to help and said to give him an hour to finish his breakfast, take a shit, and some time to find the proper bolt cutter and possibly even keys that might work in his garage.

James said thank you and that he and Lucas were going to check on that house that their daughters said they were at last night and would be back in an hour with coffee and donuts if he wanted any.

Greg already knew what the girls had been up to.

After hearing the commotion next door last night, he reviewed his external home security cameras and had a good laugh when he saw those two teen girls stumble up the driveway.

The beer he had been drinking shot out of his mouth in shock when he saw Tiffany bend over and take a shit all over the porch steps and driveway.

That blonde bitch almost ruined his life and marriage after she accused him of taking pictures of her in her bikini last summer.

Thank god the truth came out a few months before his wife passed away.

The thought of her dying while thinking he was a predator would have been devastating.

“Now she needs my help. Now, she and her friend are defenseless. Now, the girls' fathers are leaving them alone. Now I can make that bitch pay. Perfect!” he thought to himself.

Greg retired at 60 last year from running his own company as a handyman.

He knew that he probably had the keys he needed; if not, he had the tools to open the cuffs.

Thinking it best to wear as little clothing as possible, he went barefoot and only wore an old pair of denim overalls.

After taking a Viagra and waiting a few minutes, he brazenly walked through his neighbor’s side door and made his way to the bedrooms upstairs.

He heard the girls chattering to each other about how horrible last night was and how bad it would be if their mothers found out.

The friend sounded remorseful, but Tiffany sounded pissed off.

With no concern, Greg walked into Tiffany’s bedroom brandishing a large pair of bolt cutters and scared both teens half to death.

Both girls wore colorful pajama bottoms and had bath towels draped over their necks to cover their naked breasts.

The bath towel did little to hide the curves of Tiffany’s giant tits.

The side boobs that he could easily see made his 9” cock start to harden in his overalls.

The brown-haired one was little and adorable, but Greg didn’t have any animosity towards her.

He was focused on the blonde.

“Your dad told me all about what happened and asked me for my help. Let's take a look at those cuffs,” he said with a smile as he walked behind the brunette.

The skin on her naked back was smooth, and because her pajama bottoms were too big, they hung so low on her hips that a few inches of the top of her ass crack was showing.

Greg was about 6’ 3” and towered over Skye’s 5’ 1” frame.

“You’re going to have to bend at the waist for me to see the lock, honey,” Greg told her.

That wasn’t true.

He just wanted to see more of her ass crack and the c-cup breasts that were hidden under the towel.

Greg looked up and locked eyes with Tiffany while he pretended to examine the cuffs.

Tiffany knew what he was doing but refused to say anything.

She remembered what her father had said.

“Yeah, I have a key for these cuffs,” Greg said.

Both girls made sounds of relief until he continued, “But I want something in return.”

Before either girl could ask what it was, he removed the towel from Skye’s shoulders and then cupped both of her breasts from behind.

Skye looked to Tiffany for help and wanted to cry out, but Tiffany shook her head to tell her not to.

“That’s nice,” Greg said as his hands molested two firm teen breasts while he pressed his fully erect cock into Skye’s hands that were cuffed behind her back.

“Oh my god! It’s happening again! I’m being raped again! Wait, is that his penis?” thought Skye, terrified at the size and hardness of the object she was feeling under the denim.

“Stay still,” he warned before dropping to his knees, pulling Skye’s pajama bottoms off, and pressing his face in between the cheeks of her round ass.

He then positioned the terrified teen so she was standing before a full-length mirror and, while staying behind her, let his hands roam all over her body.

“Stop, please. Don’t do this,” Tiffany pleaded.

Greg pressed into one of her nipples with his thumb and the other with his middle finger and dug them into her chest while his other hand ran down Skye’s flat stomach and started rubbing her pussy.

While staring directly at Tiffany, he bent down and spoke into Skye’s ear, “This is nice. I want more, though. What are you willing to do for me if I unlock those cuffs?”

“Anything,” Skye said softly.

Greg turned the terrified teen around to face him, then slid both suspenders off his shoulders to let his coveralls fall to the floor.

Sky started crying when she saw his 61-year-old wrinkled but still muscular body standing before her.

He smelled like he hadn’t showered in days and was covered in scraggly, thick grey hair.

Even his enormous 9-inch cock had curly grey hairs along the underside from his balls to the cockhead.

“Lick my pits, girl,” he told her as he lifted his left arm up and moved his foul-smelling armpit into her face.

Grateful that he wanted her to lick his armpit and not his penis, Skye stuck her tongue out and did as he said.

That hopeful thought died when he grabbed her shoulders and pushed her down to her knees.

“Now, my dick. Start at the balls and work your way up,” Greg said while smiling sinisterly at Tiffany.

“No, please…” Skye said pitifully.

“Too bad, girly. Do it, or I’m leaving,” he warned while pointing his cellphone camera at her face.

Skye’s desire to end her torment was greater than her revulsion at what she was being asked to do, so she slowly leaned forward on her knees and pressed her open mouth against his hairy balls that hung halfway down his thighs.

Skye thought it was a miracle that she didn’t vomit after taking one of his stinking testicles entirely into her mouth, spitting it out, and then doing the same to the other one.

Greg recorded the whole thing and made sure to zoom in on the pretty brunette’s face as she opened her mouth and took the first few inches of his hard cock into her hot mouth.

He could also see her cute round butt bouncing up and down in the mirror behind her and made sure to record that on video as well.

But he was mainly staring at Tiffany’s face while she watched in horror at what her best friend was being made to do to earn the freedom for both of them.

Greg pulled his cock out of Skye’s mouth and laid it across her face.

“You’re not very good at giving head, girly. There’s no way you’re going to make me cum. What about your friend? I bet she’s a great cocksucker. Ask her to suck me off.” Greg said with a smirk.

“Tiff, can you suck him off? Please, Tiff. I want this to end,” Skye pleaded with her friend before Greg rammed his cock back into her mouth and made her gag.

With his eyes locked onto the blonde, he asked, “What do you say, Tiff? Are you going to do what your friend is asking? Are you going to suck me off?”

“My father is going to kick your ass for this!” was her angry reply.

“You think so? After last night? After lying about me before? And all the lies you’ve told your whole life? Ask me. Ask me before you totally piss me off and I leave,” he said sternly.

Both his hands gripped the back of Skye’s head as he forced more and more of his cock into her mouth.

When he hit the back of her throat, the poor girl started gagging until he let go, and she fell back on the floor.

While gasping for air, Skye begged her friend, “Please, Tiff, I’ve never done this before. I don’t know what to do. Please. I can’t take anymore. Please.”.

“Stop! Leave her alone. Yes. Yes, I’ll do it. I’ll suck you off!” Tiffany yelled.

Greg quickly stepped over Skye and had Tiffany naked in seconds.

Just before his hands grabbed her huge tits, Greg stopped when he saw Skye’s six-inch stilettos on the bed.

“Yeah, I want to see you in these, you fucking slut,” Greg said.

They were a tight fit since Skye’s feet were smaller than Tiffany’s, but Greg didn’t care.

Just the sight of her naked sexy teen body in those slutty heels almost made him cum.

He knew he’d be jerking off to the video he was taking of her for the rest of his life.

Greg held her tightly against his hairy chest, with his hands roaming all over her body.

“Kiss me, Tiff, and suck on my tongue and tell me that you love me,” he told her.

After she submissively did as he ordered, Greg walked behind the blonde teen and held her breasts as he had done to Skye.

Only this time, rather than playfully kneading them, Greg cruelly dug his fingers into her fat mounds and viciously twisted them like they were taffy and not titflesh.

“Arrrrrghhh! That hurts! Please, no,” Tiffany pleaded.

“Then suck me off like your friend did, only better,” he demanded, pushing her down to her knees. “Balls first. Put one in your mouth and then the other. Moan the whole time, like you love it. You probably do, you fucking slut.”

In an exact replay of what Skye did, Tiffany bent down and gently took the lowest hanging grey hair-covered testicle in her mouth before moving on to the other one.

As much as Greg enjoyed what he was seeing and feeling, he knew that he only had a limited amount of time before the fathers returned, so after grabbing the blonde teen by the back of the head with one hand while the other held his cell phone, he rammed half his 9-inch cock into her mouth.

After several more brutal back-and-forth motions, he was able to feel the top 3-inches of his cock bend slightly as it entered Tiffany’s throat.

Only a few feet away, Skye stayed on her knees with tears in her eyes as she stared at her friend and silently mouthed that she was sorry over and over again.

Skye blamed herself for Tiffany being orally raped because she couldn’t please Greg like he wanted.

The fact that she had begged Tiffany to take her place would haunt her for the rest of her life.

Meanwhile, Tiffany was struggling to breathe while trying to accommodate the massive cock that was forcing itself deep into her throat.

The man’s hanging balls that were covered with her spit were banging against her chin every time he lunged himself forward at her kneeling body.

The pressure from the powerful grip her neighbor had around her head and the lack of air she was breathing were bringing Tiffany to the verge of blacking out.

The blonde teen had only given a few blowjobs in her short life, and it was nothing compared to the unrelenting assault she was experiencing now.

Greg was having the time of his life.

The little bitch that had lied about him and almost ruined his life was now naked, on her knees and giving him a blowjob that would make a pornstar proud.

But he couldn’t last any longer.

He could feel the pressure in his balls passing the point of no return, and with one final massive heave forward until his whole 9-inch Viagra-hardened cock was buried in her mouth, he shot what he imagined were gallons and gallons of his cum directly down her throat.

“Swallow it, bitch! Swallow every drop, or I won’t undo those cuffs. Oh yeah, good job, you fucking slut!” Greg groaned loudly while Tiffany collapsed on the bedroom floor with a belly full of hot cum.

After taking a minute to collect himself and putting his overalls back on, Greg walked over to Skye, put both his hands under her arms, and lifted her to her feet.

Then, using the key he took out of his pocket, he undid the cuffs behind her back.

Before Skye could run out of the room, she was ordered to sit on the floor and wait until her friend was free.

He then helped Tiffany to her feet as well.

But unlike with Skye, Greg savagely jammed the middle and ring fingers of his right hand deep into Tiffany’s asshole while his left hand dug in and gripped one of her breasts so fiercely the top half of each finger was buried in her tit-flesh.

“Upsy-daisy!” Greg said with a laugh as he used brute force to lift her to her feet by her asshole and tit while Tiffany screamed out in agony the whole time.

For a full minute, they stood together like that.

Tiffany had tears flowing out of her eyes.

Her body was already in agony from the night before and now her breasts and asshole were feeling even worse.

She wanted to scream in furious rage at Mr. Murphy and tell his to fuck off and die in a hundred different ways but she didn’t dare.

Tiffany’s freedom relied on her obeying his every wish.

“Please, please, unlock the cuffs, Mr. Murphy,” she said pitifully.

Greg’s answer was to keep the perverted grip he had on her body and use all his strength to lift her off her feet.

Tiffany's black stiletto heels were only an inch off the floor, but for the second time in less than 12 hours, she felt like she was flying.

A few seconds later, Greg dropped the blonde teen so she was standing on her own feet and pulled his two fingers out of her tortured ass.

“Clean them,” he said just before putting both fingers that were in her ass into her mouth.

Greg thought the disgusted look on the blonde teen's face as she sucked the taste of her own ass off his fingers was priceless.

“Time for me to go,” Greg said as he relaxed the death grip he had on her right tit.

“Wait, what? No! You haven’t unlocked the cuffs,” Tiffany said in a panic.

“No, but I gave you the key. You can unlock it yourself,” Greg told her as he started to laugh.

“You didn’t give it to me!” she retorted angrily.

“I did. It was between my fingers when I stuck them up your ass. When I pulled my fingers out, I left the key behind. In your behind,” Greg said, laughing loudly at his own bad joke.



Tiffany desperately tried to reach into her ass and find the key, but because of the way her hands were cuffed together she couldn’t get a finger in deep enough.

Greg enjoyed watching her wildly contorting her body around, trying to reach it.

“I can’t! Help me, please? I’m begging you, she pleaded.

“No. Ask your friend. You helped her out just now. She owes you a favor,” Greg suggested while recording all this on his phone.

“Skye, please. Find the key in my ass and take it out. Hurry before our dads get home. They’ll blame us for this, too!” Tiffany begged her friend while she bent at the waist and presented her naked ass before Skye who was kneeling on the floor next to her.

Normally, Skye would have said no even if her life depended on it but after all the horrific sexual abuse she had suffered last night, putting her hand into her best friend’s ass no longer seem like the end of the world.

“Oh my god,” Skye said as she reached out with a trembling hand.

After 3 minutes of experimentation, hysterical tears, screams of pain and endless apologies, Skye finally pulled the key out of Tiffany’s ass.

“Put it in her mouth so she can clean it off. Make sure she cleans your fingers, too,” Greg commanded Skye.

Once Tiffany spit the now clean key into his hand, Greg held the key in front of her face with one hand while his other was rubbing her pussy and pinching her clit.

“You want me to uncuff you, Miss Tiff? First, I need to hear you apologize for lying about me. Then I want you to beg me. If I don’t like what I’m hearing, I’m going to tell your dad that the key didn’t work on your cuffs and the bolt cutters didn’t work,” he teased her while holding his camera phone up to her face with fingers that were wet from her pussy juice.

“I’m so sorry that I lied about you, sir. You never took my picture. I’m a lying bitch and a total slut. I loved sucking your cock and swallowing your cum and want to do it again,” she said in the hope it would appease him.

It did.

After sucking and biting down hard on both of her nipples, he unlocked Tiffany's cuffs and let them fall onto the carpet.

The stunned blonde fell to her knees in exhaustion.

Skye helped Tiffany to her feet, and they both raced to the bathroom and locked the door.

Greg recorded the two naked teens and zoomed in on their asses as they ran away from him.

He stared at the door for a few seconds, heard the sound of the shower running, then he casually walked out of Tiffany’s bedroom with his bolt cutter in hand.

As Greg walked down the porch steps, making sure to avoid what he thought was a massive shit stain, James and Lucas drove into the driveway with coffee and donuts.

Both fathers were mildly concerned about how the neighbor most likely just saw their partially clothed daughters, but when Greg told them that he had a working key and everything was good, they stopped worrying and just thanked him.

“No problem at all, neighbor,” Greg told James.

“Did Tiffany behave and thank you properly?” he asked back.

“Yes. She thanked me,” Greg said, without offering any more details.

“Well, good. Thanks again,” James said.

“Yes. Thank you!” Lucas added.

“My pleasure. And if you need a power washer for your steps and driveway, I have one you can borrow,” Greg offered.

“You’re the best. I do need that. I’ll send Tiffany over to get it later. Thanks again,” James replied.

Epilogue:

Before getting the coffee and donuts that day, James and Lucas drove to the abandoned house that the girls described and found the iron gate shut and locked.

Only able to look through some gaps in the vines, they didn’t see anything out of place in the front yard.

Just before they left, they asked Mrs. Williams, who lived next door, if there was a party at the house last night or if she saw any orange lights.

She laughed and said, “Party? No. No lights or even sounds from there, and I was in my front yard all night giving out candy. The electricity and water have been shut off at the house for two years, so I don’t think a party is possible. You can ask John if he saw anything. He lives on the other side of the property.”

“Thank you, but no. We’ve heard enough. Have a nice day,” Lucas replied.

The girls never told anyone what happened to them on that Halloween night or even what Mr. Murphy made them do to unlock their handcuffs.

And the two dads never told their wives either.

They also never talked to each other about what each of them might have done to the other's daughter that night as well.

Each of the men thought that it might end their friendship.

Ironically, the trauma from that night tamed both girls and turned their lives around.

They each began to obey their parents, do better in school, get jobs, and stopped partying with their friends.

They even made it into college.

Blaine and Trevor became the most popular guys in high school once they started showing all the pictures they took of Tiffany and Skye walking home that night.

Blaine earned the nickname Eggman, which he totally enjoyed.

Greg repeatedly watched the videos he took of himself getting blowjobs from both girls and immensely enjoyed how Tiffany refused to ever look at him whenever he was in his yard.

John, Frank and Hunter enjoyed their more extensive video collection of the girls.

They still got together every Halloween and set up a TV in the driveway so they could secretly watch videos of them giving “tricks and treats” to Tiffany and Skye while handing out candy to actual trick-or-treaters.

Two and a half months later, Skye discovered she was pregnant.

She didn’t know it, but she was ovulating that Halloween night.

Sperm deposited in her pussy from four different men had raced to be the first to reach the prized egg, but it was John who won the prize.

His sperm had a big head start since his long and thick cock was so incredibly deep inside the little teen that all of the spurts of his hot cum practically splashed against the opening of her womb.

Skye only told her father about her pregnancy, and they kept her mother from knowing that she had an abortion.

He didn’t even tell James because Lucas didn’t want to even think about the fact that it could have been his best friend's child.

Three days after that Halloween night, Tiffany secretly took herself to the emergency room due to the intense pain in her vagina getting worse rather than better.

The examination showed extensive internal bruising and multiple tears along the vaginal lining, two cracked ribs, cuts and bruises all over her body but especially her breasts, conjunctivitis in both eyes and two partially dislocated shoulders.

But it was the battered and broken condition of her cervix that was the most concerning to the doctor.

Something had torn through and ripped open its tiny entrance and even entered her womb before causing even more bruising there.

From the exam and the ring of redness around both her wrists, it was obvious to the doctor and nurse that the blonde teen had been raped but Tiffany lied and denied anything like that ever happening.

Luckily, there was no permanent damage, and she would still be able to have children.

Still, it took several weeks before the pain fully went away.

Her psychological damage, though, lasted for years.

Tiffany suffered from vivid nightmares of that night.

She would wake up in a total sweat and imagine that she had a rancid taste in her mouth.

Her dreams, though, made no sense to her and were so obscene that she didn’t dare speak to anyone about them.

It was always about that Halloween night, but it wasn’t about the men in robes that raped her.

No, the dream took place in her own shower.

A naked man had her on her knees and urinated in her mouth before striking her in the face and throwing her down on her back on the floor of her shower.

Then the man squatted over her face.

In the dream, Tiffany clearly saw the man’s anus between his hairy ass cheeks.

Then she realized that her mouth was open and try as she might, she couldn’t close it.

The man’s asshole started to dilate, expand, and fall on her open mouth.

Her dream self started to panic but couldn’t move while her mouth filled with shit.

That was when Tiffany always woke up screaming.

Sometimes, the man’s face was blurred.

Sometimes, it was Mr. Murphy, and many times, it was Skye’s father, Lucas.

That always made Tiffany sad because Skye’s father had become very kind and supportive to her after that night.

As time went on, though, the dreams faded away.

James never did get all the chocolate and shit stains off his porch steps, while John, Frank and Hunter gave up eating that kind of candy bar altogether.

The End

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