Trick or Treat

"Damnit! I wish this rain would stop!"

Helen strained to see through the steady downpour. "How stupid to bring the convertible, knowing there was a good possibility this would happen," she thought to herself. She'd become so spoiled by the weather back home, she'd forgotten how wet it could be here.

“And these trees… Shit! That was close.”

Helen risked a quick glance over her shoulder to watch the broken limb dance by in the wind of the stormy autumn night. She had planned this trip for so long, and so carefully, that nothing, not rain, nor snow, nor…

“Oops. Wrong creed. That’s what I get for talking to myself.”

Grinning, singing with her favorite Eagle’s CD at the top of her ample lungs, Helen continued cruising down the almost deserted freeway. Approaching her exit, she waved happily at a bat as it flew by in the cold night air.

“What an idiot, giving me his home address. So he didn’t think I’d ever do this, huh?”

“I’ll show him. And more than he bargained for.”

Helen slowed as the trees grew thicker, and she had to climb and maneuver her vehicle around some blind, slippery curves. She was getting close to her goal, executing a plan she’d set in motion eons before.

It had been tough going at times, gaining and keeping his trust. Never letting on that she was indeed intending to follow through on her wanton desires. Helen couldn’t wait to see the look in his eyes when he answered the doorbell tonight.

“Uh, oh…”

She glanced at her gas gauge as she felt the smooth leather seat buck once under her ass. Looking around frantically, Helen tried to find a place she could safely pull over and park.

“There, that looks good!”

The glint of a hot tub reflected on the side of a hill. Nestled among the trees in the dark, it seemed as likely a place to try for as any. Being a woman alone, traveling on such a dark and stormy night, Helen decided to take her chances on the person she could see sitting in the bubbling pool.

“Uh, uh…think fast now, old girl, or you’re in trouble…”

“One fish, two fish…”

“That won’t work. Shit! Shiiiiiit!!!”

Helen thought frantically as her broom began to dip and sway, wanting to save herself from injuries unbefitting a witch of her stature and experience. She wouldn’t die, not yet, anyway, but she’d been around long enough to know a broken leg could hurt!

“Bedazzle, foozle…”

“Keep it simple, keep it simple now…”

“Alakazam…”

“Nope, that’s been done before, too…”

“I’VE GOT IT!!!”

“Starlight, moonlight…

Witches tool…

I need to fall…

Into that pool!”

As she recovered her equilibrium, and her eyes focused on the person in whose lap she’d so ignominiously landed, Helen realized her spell had worked better than expected. With a lopsided grin, Helen ruefully brushed the wet hair out of her eyes and settled herself more comfortably.

"Uh, trick or treat?"

With those words, her slightly battered and beaten broom fell out of the stormy heavens and smacked her friend squarely on his head.

Suddenly the mild-mannered visage of the man of her dreams disappeared. Tiny horns poked through the dark mane of his hair, high on his forehead, and his eyes glittered with something she didn't quite understand. In a voice almost familiar, he ordered her out of the spa, grasping her arm firmly, a bit roughly, when it appeared she might flee.

"You're late. I don't like to be kept waiting."

She followed, clumsy and stumbling, mesmerized by this stranger as he led her out of the tub and into his basement. In the flickering light of the huge fireplace that dominated one side of the room, fear clutched Helen's belly as she caught site of her punishment.

Her dress, wet and torn, twisted and clinging to her shapely and now shivering body, caused his horns to grow larger. She bowed her head in quick prayer at the look in his dark dangerous eyes.

Ken caught site of her grin under her fiery red locks, and wasting no more time, swatted her ass, and motioned her toward the bed.

"Comply with my wishes, or you get another."

Attempting to regain some remnant of pride, shaking lose his firm grip, Helen raised her head high and resolutely approached the old iron framed bed. She slowly, seductively, stretched her travel worn body onto the mattress, placing each delicate limb in its waiting leather lined ring. She heard the click of the restraints being locked into place, one by one, and the fear in her belly turned to fire.

The tarnished springs squeaked as Ken lowered his body, trapping her hips between his knees. As he bent toward her lips, the hair on his chest brushed Helen's nipple where it thrust through a rent in her gown, and a delicious tingle raced down her spine. His horns pulsing with light that rivaled the candle and firelight flickering in the dark basement playground, his groin filled with lust, and he thrust hard into her wet womanly depths.

Blue eyes blazing with a desire at last fulfilled, Helen whispered against the warm mouth that touched hers.

"Happy Halloween..."