HALLOWEEN HAUNTS- ROSALIE BANKS
We soon found ourselves in a clearing dotted with trees. Thank God the moon had ascended the sky by now, bathing the surrounding in light that made the place look eerie. I stopped to regain my breath, gasping for air while gathering my wit to find a way out of the dark jungle.
“What the fuck was that? Count Oracula my ass. Vampires don’t exist. But that voice!” Richard said, agitated, waiting on me to compose myself so we could find our bearing out of the location.
“How in the hell did Chris get to know this place. Haunted house. Fucking maniac, that’s who he is. Right from the time we were kids, he had always loved bizarre pranks”
“Oracula Rampage On Halloween Night. That’s news for CNN. Are you done?”
“Give me a minute to collect myself please. Did you come with your phone? Perhaps we can use its Google map to locate our position and find a way out of here”
“THERE IS NO WAY OUT OF THE BAT’S NEST!” a voice said behind me and I stood frozen on the spot, unable to run or even to turn around to look. Richard Mack bolted into the bush at this sudden incursion, not looking back as he ran for his dear life. I heard him screaming as he ran. I am dead, I said to myself in silence.
Everywhere became still as I waited to meet the phantom with fangs that held me by a force I couldn’t fight or resist. I shut my eyes, said a feeble prayer and braced myself.
“There is no way out of Count Oracula’s nest, mi lady.” the voice continued, now soft and stirring, close to my ears.
“All the elements obey the Bat. I made a pact with the earth to arrest you. You can’t run even if you want to”. The being grazed my ear with his lips as he said this, sending a tingling sensation through my body.
“I can order the moon to immobilize you or for the wind to catch you in its wings. I am the Bat, enforcer of the night rule”
“I have use for you tonight. Be not afraid. I need not a pint of your blood. I am already overfed as it is. But I need your body for the Ritual of the Bat that happens every Halloween Night.”
It was like cat got my tongue. I was bereft of words to say or even thoughts to think. I turned and followed after the figure; hooded and obscure to me in the moonlight. Ritual of the Bat. What the hell is that? My body to be used for ritual. Oh my God. Am I not in trouble? Who will rescue me from this supposed vampire- this hooded being that held me against my will by a power I couldn’t control or resist.
He brought me back inside the deserted mansion and I found it has changed radically. Rows of candles lit the stairwell we passed up to a room on the landing. Inside, he moved behind a large mahogany casket, head cast down to hide his face and bid me stay where I was. I looked in fright around the room, unable to break away from the spell that held me.
“Almaeria ata la bati. Take my offering O Seer of the Sun, Maiden of the Moon. Ata la bati” the phantom intoned solemnly, raising his cupped palms to the air.
“Take what I offer this Halloween O Mother Bat! Take all her eledi. Take it all that I may be invincible”
He opened the casket and knelt in front of it in prayer. I watched in dread as it unfolded before my eyes, totally bereft of my gumption. I observed I couldn’t look directly into his face, feeling heady each time I tried to peer at his white face. Something sinister lurked behind his hood. Lord, help me I prayed hard, mustering the will to stay afloat in my haze.
Taking her to her bedroom, Bob dumped her on the bed while Tom locked her bedroom door.
“What the fuck do you guys have in mind?”
“WE ARE THE HALLOWEEN MARAUDERS. WE ARE SENT TO PAY YOU A LOVE VISIT BY THE BAT” Jack Sparrow said with a voice muffler, gesticulating with dread to a visibly shaken Ms. Coco Knowles.
“LET US HAVE OUR WAY WITH YOU IN PEACE AND NO ONE GETS HURT. YOU SQUEAL ABOUT US, WE GET YOU DOWN” Tom Pitt added, flashing his switchblade in her face.
“WE ARE HERE WITH LOVE AND LUST. PLAY WITH US AND YOU WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER THIS HALLOWEEN NIGHT. FIGHT WITH US AND LEAVE WITH SCARS THAT WILL ALWAYS REMIND YOU OF OUR VISIT. WHICH IS IT, FAIR LADY?” Bob Dole asked, stifling laughter from erupting from his muffled mouth; at the same time aroused and charged by the dread written all over their boss’ face. It was just too sweet to have her at the receiving end of their command and domination.
“I’ll do whatever you want. Just don’t kill me please. I have money, jewelries, bonds, checks. Whatever you want I’ll get you. Just don’t kill me I beg you” Ms. Coco Knowles tearfully pleaded with the masked men she found herself locked up with, scared to death by their voices. She feared for her life more than she cared about their sultry intentions and would withstand whatever pain they were willing to mete out on her. Shivering on the bed, she looked up at her captors, waiting to hear their verdict.
“GOOD. WHAT’S YOUR NAME FAIR LADY?”
“GOOD GIRL COCO. THE BAT WILL REWARD YOUR SUBMISSION WITH GOLD AND DIAMONDS. NOW GET HERE ON YOUR KNEES!” Tom Pitt commanded and Ms. Coco Knowles responded at once like a dog; falling on her knees between the three costumed men.
They brought out their stiff staffs and dangled them in Ms. Coco Knowles’ face. She looked from one pole to the other, variant in thickness and length and knew she would always live to remember this Halloween Night.
“SUCK ON OUR LOVE STICKS FAIR LADY. SUCK ON THE HALLOWEEN BATS NOW!”
Ms. Coco Knowles, high on Satan’s dust and flushed with dread, moved on the meats placed lustfully in front of her and began to blow them like a saxophonist. She moved from one man to the other, circling her tongue on their cock caps before deep throating them till their dicks doubled in sizes in her hands and mouth. Moaning on the job while she played with their balls, Ms. Coco Knowles showed her sultry side to her junior staffs in masks; earning their glowing commendations of her bedroom act.
“OH COCO CAN SUCK. COCO IS A SLUT. SEE HOW SHE IS COCKING ON US” Bob whined in his deluxe treat, clamping his hands behind his hood as he watched his bullish boss blew on his stiff cock like the subject of a king.
DAEMONS- LOLA NIKE
I moved my hand down to her stomach and cleaned it with gentle swipes. Circling the damp towel over her navel, I lingered a bit allowing my mind to wander over sensuousness. That became the chance the Devil had been waiting on. I suddenly felt Mary’s hand grab my hand with force and then brushed it against her breasts. She opened her eyes and I saw hell in it, burning with a great bellow.
“YOU WANT ME PRIEST? WELL, HERE I AM. YOU CAN HAVE ALL OF ME. HAHAHA!”
The daemon spoke through Mary again and before I could compose myself I felt a force fling me against the wall, pinning me there in spread eagle manner, reminiscent of crucifixion. She sat up in bed, pointing her hand at me, looking white and stark.
Aghast at this new turn, Miss Beatrice made to bolt from the room but the door slammed shut in her face. She turned to me, eyes wide with fright, and fell on her knees.
“THERE IS NO WAY OUT BEA. WE ARE IN IT TOGETHER. STAND UP AND COME HERE”
Mary rose from the bed to meet me where I hung, fastened to the wall by a force I couldn’t see but could definitely feel. Her sister came to her side like a zombie, eyes lost and vacant, under the control of the daemon that ruled Mary. I mustered the strength to pray but my faith failed me as well as my voice. I looked on in my entrapment, looking up to heavens for rescue.
“DIDN’T I TELL YOU TO RUN PRIEST? BUT YOU WAITED BELIEVING YOU CAN RUN ME OUT INSTEAD. HOW WRONG YOU ARE I WILL SOON SHOW YOU”
Mary moved on me with speed that amazed me and held me in my scrotum, kneading me with wicked passion.
“EXORCIST WITH A HARD ON. HAHAHA. I HAVE A TREAT FOR YOU FROM HELL”
“You have no power over me you foul creature of the abyss. The power of God is above you” I spat at her and she laughed hysterically again, rolling my balls harder in her hands.
“HAHAHA. WHAT POWER? IT IS MY RULERSHIP IN CONTROL HERE TODAY. GOD IS IN HEAVEN. TO SHOW YOU IT IS MY RULE I WILL SET YOU ON FIRE”
She stepped back and pointed her hands at me and I felt this unreal heat engulf my body, burning me all over. I groaned out and she laughed again, amused at my discomfort. She then moved on me and tore my smock from my body in one swift swipe, revealing my gaunt body to light. I would have been naked but for a loin cloth covering my manhood. She jerked the loin cloth from my waist to make me stark naked and I despaired for my faith in the hand of this invidious daemon.
AAvailable for download on amazon.com