“Trick or Treat” – a Short Story from the Depraved Mind of SRF
One:
It was Halloween night. Nineteen-year-old Scotty was taking his sister, Rachel, trick-or-treating around the neighborhood. She was dressed in a little red riding hood costume far too revealing for a girl of 12 wearing a flouncy red and white gingham skirt that didn’t even reach her mid thigh beneath a tight low-cut corset top and a tiny apron, a small red cape with a red hood laid upon her golden brown hair, a pair of thigh high white fishnets, and red pumps. In an effort for avoid finding himself in a wolf costume, Scotty volunteered to put on a flannel, beanie, and jeans to play the part of the woodsman.
It was getting late and only a few of the neighborhood high school kids were still out. The wind was picking up and porch lights were beginning to go dark. “Okay, kid, I think you’ve collected enough sweets for granny. Ready to call it a night?,” Scotty proposed.
As Rachel’s designated Halloween guardian and her big brother, Scotty felt obligated to see to it she received a good fright. So, in spirit of the holiday, he suggested they take a shortcut home through the old cemetery. Nervous, the young girl protested, “There aren’t any lights in there! We won’t even be able to see.”
Scotty shrugged off her concerns and took her by the arm. He pushed open the heavy rusted iron gate with a screech.
Almost as soon as they began down the cobblestone road winding through the cemetery Scotty sensed this was a mistake. It was colder and darker and more isolated than he expected, but he couldn’t let Rachel know he was nervous.
The wind rustled the leaves under their footsteps and Scotty got a feeling they were being followed. He gulped as a thick fog rolled in, almost like something out of a movie. Rachel squeezed her brother’s hand as he cautiously led her down the road.
Two:
They both jumped at the sudden hoot of an owl from close in front of them. Rachel stopped dead in her tracks and began pulling Scotty back the way we came. “I don’t like this. Scotty, I think we should turn around,” she pleaded.
Scotty assured her it was just an owl despite the fact that in truth it sounded more like a human mimicking an owl’s call. They swallowed their fears and went forward.
The pair took only a few steps more before Scotty noticed a figure appear in his periphery. A shadow in a long dark hooded cloak lunged towards them.
“Run!” Scotty shouted at Rachel. He took his sister’s arm and they sprinted off the road into the graveyard.
The boy’s heart was racing and blood was pumping in his ears when another cloaked figure emerged before them. They swerved through the grounds dodging tombstones the best they could. A third figure, then a fourth, and a fifth materialized from the fog, all chasing after the two from every direction.
The hooded shadows were closing in but Scotty couldn’t give up. He was still pulling Rachel’s arm along with him, practically flying her like a kite. It was right as he turned his head to see how many were behind them that the brother felt the ground disappear beneath his heels. Perhaps out of instinct, he released Rachel from his grasp before it was too late. He fell feet-first 6 ft. below the surface, haphazardly landing with a thud. He twisted his ankle as his feet impacted the hard dirt floor. He cried out in pain as his legs gave out, falling to all fours.
Three:
“Run, Rachel!” the young man called to his sister hoping beyond reason she could escape yet.
He pulled out his phone and immediately dialed 9-1-1. No bars— it was like an ironic horror movie. He tried again. And again. Nothing. Scotty heard Rachel screaming for help and his heart sunk. He knew she had been caught. He could only hope she had better reception above ground.
Rachel’s screams faded and got muffled. She was being taken away. Only a few seconds passed before one of the figures looked down into the plot. Scotty raised his head to gaze at his pursuer hoping to see a familiar face, praying this was all prank.
“It’s up to you if the girl lives or dies,” an unfamiliar man’s voice hissed beneath the hood. The shadowy figure instructed Scotty to remain where he was and not to make a sound or else. Scotty was oddly relieved to hear that- knowing Rachel wasn’t beyond saving, but he would have been horrified to know what brutal reality yet awaited his little sister.
The hooded men took Rachel into a stone mausoleum a few yards away Scotty’s grave. The structure was deceivingly large for though it appeared no bigger than a garden shed on the outside. Once inside, visitors familiar with the site could find a hidden stairway descending into an underground crypt.
Four:
The stone chamber was cold and there was moisture in the air. The only source of light came from the torches on the walls and the freestanding candles dripping wax at the head and foot of a raised dais of stone.
Rachel continued to struggle as the men carried her to the altar. Terrified, the young girl sobbed uncontrollably, tears flooded her eyes to the point where she was practically blinded, unable to see details beyond moving shadows. Her steady flow of waterworks mixed with sweat and nasal dripping to wet her red cheeks leaving them to glisten in the flickering light of the candles.
Her echoing screams were silenced- well, muffled, when one hooded man forced a ball gag in her mouth, locked in place tight behind her face. She kicked and punched but the men had no trouble controlling her. For good measure, they strapped her wrists and ankles in leather cuffs chained tight to the altar.
She heard only whispers as one man cut straight down the center of her costume. He tore it to shreds and ripped it out from under her. He did the same with her thin white training bra and little girl panties. The men marveled at the girl’s slight youthful body— naked and exposed and trembling in fear. It only took a second before the first reached out to touch her soft smooth skin. Rachel pulled her cuffs taut as one of the five cultists pinched her perky nipples which sat like tiny pink gum drops atop two short fleshy chest mounds. She squirmed as another glided a meaty calloused middle finger along her sweat-soaked slit.
Five:
After another exchange of whispers, one of the men shuffled around in his pockets and pulled out Rachel’s cell phone which he had confiscated when he first grabbed her. He forced her fingerprint to the sensor and it unlocked. Suddenly, the little girl was blinded by the bright light of her phone’s flash. She was being recorded.
The cultists lowered their hoods and opened the front of their robes, each revealing their naked manly forms. Rachel saw dad bods, washboard abs, and everything in between but her focus was what appeared upon each of them below the belt: their dicks. Each hung, long and thick, semi erect between their thighs. She threw her head back and wept in despair, knowing what was about to come next.
It was at this point, Scotty received a message from Rachel’s phone. It read, “Trick or treat?” It was then followed by a video message link. The trapped young man opened it to discover his sister’s fate.
The cultists put on elegant masks with abstract and exaggerated features. They stepped closer to the altar. The man standing at the center of the stone table began chanting in an unknown tongue. The followers echoed his words before the leader nodded to one man who immediately jumped onto the altar and began once again molesting the little girl.
Six:
While another cultist filmed on Rachel’s phone, a third unlocked the ball gag, and the two others removed the chains from the table to allow for more flexibility in what was about to come but they did not release her from the leather cuffs.
They maneuvered her into a kneeling position and the masked man in front of her placed his massive black cock on the girl’s pretty innocent face. Her cries had become more of a whimper at this point but even as the cultist forced his head past Rachel’s soft lips she continued her pathetic sniveling. The men with free hands instantly grabbed their own cocks and began tugging themselves, enjoying the sight of a muscular adult black man pumping his throbbing cock down the mouth of a terrified 12-year-old white girl.
Meanwhile, trapped in the grave, the girl’s older brother felt sick to his stomach. Scotty’s chest ached like never before and it was like the breath had been taken from his lungs. The young man watched in horror as his little sister choked and spit up enduring such violent oral abuse.
And that was when Scotty noticed something— he had a boner. No, not just a boner, he was rock hard and seconds away from creaming his jeans. Without thinking, the boy ripped open his fly to release a furious cock. He was already a mess with his underwear soaked in sweat and precum. And then he realized it: if he could accept a link to a live video feed, he must have reception again! He could call the police and save his sister!
But what he did next would later prove to be the most shameful moment of Scotty’s life. Stuck at the bottom of a gravesite, injured and terrified, now with the power to end his sister’s torture, Scotty made the despicable decision not to call for help. Instead, he chose to watch. The boy reached down and began stroking himself to the nightmare unfolding before him: his 12-year-old little sister suffering a violent gangrape at the hands of dangerous kidnappers.
Seven:
Rachel gagged and choked on the throbbing black python about to break her jaw. Her tears continued to roll down her face as she shook her head to protest the abuse. The cultist shushed her and even tenderly wiped her tears from her eyes. “I’m sorry I have to do this,” he whispered.
“The spirits demand it!” the cult leader’s voice hissed from under his mask.
Rachel’s first rapist began grunting and his thrusts became more forceful and aggressive. He was seconds away from cumming before the cult leader grabbed the little girl’s hair, pulling her face back from the man’s cock. Another cultist handed the black man an ornate golden chalice. He lowered it to the head of his penis and vigorously jerked himself off to completion, splashing the bottom of the goblet with thick white fluid. He exhaled with a satisfied smile and then shouted a quick phrase in another language which the others echoed.
This process was repeated by another cultist— a lean white man with a younger body. After he too spilled his seed in the chalice, the young man and the black man began molesting their young victim once more. “Please!!!” the sobbing little girl begged. “Let me go!!!!”
They massaged her flesh and groped her soft youthful skin. Rachel felt her abductors plant kisses and bites along her body, awakening sensitive nerve endings she never knew existed. The men suckled and pinched her mosquito bite nipples till they were hard. She writhed upon the altar, a slave to her own body, unable to control her excitement. She felt a twinge of pleasure deep in her belly. “No!!! Please don’t. Please don’t do this. Please!!!!” she whimpered feeling herself getting wet.
Eight:
Soon, the ball gag was replaced and a cultist with olive skin and a dad bod stepped up to the foot of the altar. Rachel was repositioned on her stomach and her legs were forced apart. The daddy cultist, who did, indeed, wear a wedding band, ran a knuckle upon the middle schooler’s narrow labia, now slick with forced excitement. She squirmed and winced, knowing just how big this man was and just how tight her previously untouched pure little hole was. The man spit upon Rachel’s hairless cunt, took the head of his cock, and forced himself into the 12-year-old’s virgin gash. But for the gag, she would have screamed in pain as the thin crescent shaped layer of flesh protecting her virtue was stretched beyond its limits. Rachel kicked and yelped as a bit of watery blood flowed from her vagina. The man on top of her chuckled a little and forced himself deeper and deeper with every violent thrust.
Scotty wiped away tears as he watched the disgusting pig of a man brutally rape his baby sister. He wanked his little dick with vigor and speed. He had cum nearly five times since the beginning of the footage but had no plan to stop. It was so wrong but Rachel’s perverted big brother absolutely loved it. He loved the way these strong older men just took what they wanted. He respected it. It was like they deserved his sister’s body. She was just a dumb little girl, after all. These men wanted to fuck her. Who was she and who was he deny them that?
Nine:
Eventually it appeared as though the sick young man’s sister was about to break her teeth trying to bite through the ball gag. The cultists removed it from her mouth and her muffled yelps turned to screams of pain and tortured wails suffering this cruel fate. The hairy middle-aged cultist loved every gasp and sound he elicited from the little girl. He enjoyed hurting Rachel— it empowered him. He slapped her and pulled her hair as hard as he could. He hit her over and over again leaving whip-like welts upon her skin. He punched her in her side— knocking the wind from her lungs and bruising her ribs. This session of torture went on longer than the previous two. Rachel was in agony and on the brink of unconsciousness when he shouted another foreign phrase, pulled himself out of the victim’s ruined cunt, and finished himself off into the cup.
Scott shook in fear and excitement.
The next man, who had lighter brown skin and appeared slightly younger, hopped onto the altar. Rachel was positioned on all fours, her ass high in the air. This cultist too smacked her, though luckily not quite as hard. He slapped her ass before licking his lips and letting a slobbery flow of spit pool right upon the girl’s tight little asshole. By this point, Rachel was in so much pain she couldn’t imagine anything worse. That was until this man dug four fingertips deep into her ass and forcefully spread her soft pale cheeks. He gave no warning and pushed his head into her virgin asshole. He took it a little slower than the previous man but he wasn’t willing to go easy on her. He was determined to feel his balls slap against Rachel’s ass.
He pounded violently into Rachel’s anus and Scotty watched, conflicted, loving the brutality and hating himself for it. It was right when he heard his sister call out his name that the rapist removed himself from the girl’s newly resized asshole.
Ten:
“Scotty!!!!! Please! Help me!!!” Rachel begged to her big brother and to god. God wasn’t coming but he knew Scotty sure was.
Finally, the cult leader spoke another phrase. The cultists repeated it, and Scotty felt the wind pick up. The fog got heavier, the moon went dark, and the twisted young man in the grave was surrounded by a cacophony of whispers.
He watched on his phone as Rachel’s limp broken body was maneuvered once more to a kneeling position. The leader whipped her five times on the back. She arched her back and pulled her shoulder blades together, screaming in stinging pain as the cultists chanted. The leader took a kris dagger and sliced into his palm, spilling crimson blood upon the altar. He then forced the cum cocktail down the girl’s throat.
The demonic voices got louder and the cultists forced Rachel on her back. The cult leader climbed atop the dais, leaned over her naked trembling body, and whispered “Trick or treat?” in her ear before kissing her on the lips and fucking her pussy raw.
He lasted only a few moments inside Rachel’s sore bloody cunt before the masked man began convulsing. Scotty watched in shock and excitement as the rapist’s pupils turned red and dilated to the full size of his eyes.
The candles flickered and the voices got louder. Rachel let out a blood-curdling high-pitched scream and the monster laughed maniacally pumping Rachel’s newly fertile and unprotected womb with potent demonic seed as the wicked spirits of Samhain demanded.
The end.
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