The Gothic Frat House's Halloween party was renowned across the campus for being not only the most incredible parties, but also the most raunchiest. It was held in the East Minnesota Cemetery, a huge maze of small one body plots and family mausoleums that provided amorous couples a plethora of secluded spots in which to fulfill their sexual desires away from the prying eyes of those inclined to voyeurism. The walls of the mausoleums created a natural form of sound proofing, noises would echo between the walls in such a way that someone would have to be stood right on top of cavorting couples in order to hear their sexual grunts and groans.
It was in once such area that “Deathwalker" (aka Hugh Anderson) had managed to lure “Raven Rider” (aka Sally Morrison) with invented tales of his sexual prowess since joining the college. Truth be told, he was, in fact, a virgin. However, his carefully constructed stories, so intricate in detail, had enticed the second hottest girl of the house into going with him to this spot, where she was currently giving him his first (and possibly last) blow job. He lay, his head on the soil at the foot of a small grave, with his black jeans and boxers discarded on the floor next to his hob nail boots, blissfully enjoying the way she worked her mouth on his large cock and feeling rather proud of himself.
Sliding her mouth as far down as she could and taking his shaft as deep into her throat as possible, Raven worked on his cock, her thoughts turning to how, despite how ridiculous this fools stories were, they had made her so wet and horny that she had to have a cock, any cock inside her. She knew they were fake, Ha! She knew most of the girls he’d claimed to have slept with and how much they despised him, she also knew it from the insane level of detail that would be virtually impossible for anyone to remember. Still, it had done the trick and here she was, so she figured she may as well make the most of it. Sliding her hand down to her pussy, her fingers finding her clit she begins to rub furiously, feeling herself getting wet as she pleasures herself. Slowly she slides her mouth up his shaft, allowing the head to pop out, flinging a drop of saliva and pre-cum onto her cheek. Licking her way down his shaft to his balls, wiping away a small streak of her thick black lipstick from him, she plants two small kisses on them before she takes them into her mouth, gently sucking and giving them a playful nibble which alights a surprised Yelp from him. Licking her way back up his cock she gently sucks the head and slides a finger inside herself, deciding she is now wet enough to take him in her sopping wet hole.
Moving up his body she positions herself so that just the tip of his cockhead is in her entrance (her black leather thong long since discarded), from the pocket of her black tutu-like skirt she takes two pairs of handcuffs, she checks the special thumb release catches (she had stolen them from her father, an amateur escape artist) and attaches one pair to each of her wrists. Leaning back, she quickly attaches the other end of the set on her right wrist to his ankle, then allows herself to slide the whole way down his thick shaft, barely able to take his full thickness in her pussy, before closing the other cuff around his other ankle.
He stands in the shadows of a tall thick Bush, watching as the female lowers herself on to the males hard member and binds herself to his ankle. He wonders how long it has been since he last walked this Earth, he does not recognise the strange clothing these people wear, nor the metal ropes the woman has used to bind them together. He stares blankly as she begins to move her body on his, he knows the act, he has seen many commit it in the walls of this cemetery in his previous existence, his own sin leading to his current situation...
Raven slides herself along the full length of his cock, enjoying the sensation of his thick, hard member stretching her pussy, filling every inch of her and stimulating every millimetre of her sensitive hole. Her arms strapped back as they are, naturally arches her back so that the hard rod inside her stimulates her G Spot with every movement. Lifting her head she can see from his face that he is close to cuming already, “son of a bitch" she thinks to herself. Becoming determined to have her orgasm before he has his, she starts to fuck him harder, arching her back further to increase the pressure on her most sensitive spot. She wishes he would play with her clit and help her to reach her peak but he doesn’t. Grinding harder and faster, lifting herself almost clear of his thick cock and plunging herself down until her pussy lips slap against his groin. She can feel her orgasm building, she throws her head back and increases the pace further, his hard member massaging every tiny bit of her pussy. She is about to cum when she hears a loud, squelchy sounding thud. She lifts her head to look, the sight freezes her to her very core...
“God she’s going for it!” Hugh thinks to himself as Raven slams her pussy violently on his cock. He can feel his seed rising already and uses the techniques hes learnt from various sex manuals to keep himself from cuming too soon. He contemplates playing with her clit as she fucks him but decides against it as the concentration would make him lose control of the muscles holding back his orgasm. “I’ll give it 5 minutes” he thinks to himself and lays his head back, closing his eyes in order to concentrate better. The bright moonlight makes his eyelids turn red to his eyes and he focuses on that to help him as she slams her pussy against his groin and grips his cock hard with her muscles. A sudden shadow falls over him and he assumes that the moon has gone behind some clouds. He hears faint footsteps near his head, accompanied by a strange click-clack like noise. A powerful stench of decay assaults his nostrils, almost making him retch. He opens his eyes and looks above his head, his body and muscles freeze with sheer terror, he completely forgets about holding back his orgasm but the muscles hes using to are frozen like the rest of him. On the ground just above his head he can see a grotesque figure, the dark brown robes it wears are torn and covered in damp patches, mud , mould and moss. Maggots and worms crawl their way amongst the folds of the rotted material and all over the frayed and rotted rope belt that hangs about the figures waist. His eyes travel up the figures body, his mind barely registers the fact that Raven is still slamming herself on his cock as he realises he cannot see their upper torso as his view is blocked by a large gravestone the figure is holding above his head in its bony hands, caked with dirt and mould, the last remnants of grey rotted flesh cling to the exposed bone. His eyes widen and he starts to let out a cry as the stone falls rapidly towards his face, the impact cutting off the noise and turning his head into a bloody pulp, the skull crushed to powder, the eyes popped like balloons, the brain smashed into the ground below. With the loss of the guiding brain his muscles release and go into spasm, releasing his seed deep into Raven’s pussy, the fitful twitching forcing more and more of his sperm inside her until his balls are completely spent....
Raven’s eyes cannot comprehend the sight that lays before her, a large gravestone now lies where the head and upper torso of the guy she was fucking should be. Sheer terror numbs her mind, she barely registers the fact that she is now covered in blood and bits of bone and skin flung in her direction by the impact, nor the feeling of his spasming body filling her pussy with its sperm. She looks up at the cowled figure stood before her, unable to comprehend its presence or its connection to the bloody mess of the body she is impaled upon. The moon appears from behind a cloud and bathes the scene in a ghostly white light, reflecting off the blood that is spreading slowly from the gravestone and the bits of bone and gore covering the surrounding area.
The head of the ghastly figure stood before her rises from looking at its handy work to her terrified face and it slowly starts to move towards her. The sudden movement spurring her to action, she desperately starts to try to release herself from the cuffs, tugging and yanking at them, the metal gouging and tearing at her flesh, blood running freely over her hands and fingers. At last her confused mind remembers the thumb releases, her elbows locking as she desperately tries to flip them. Alas, it is too late, the figure grips her firmly by the shoulders with its decayed, bony hands and begins to push her backwards. Raven tries to struggle but the figure is too strong, baring down on her shoulders with a pressure so supernatural the bones of her elbows are crushed between the bones of her arms, her spine begins to separate from her pelvis. The intense pain taking the air from her lungs, preventing her from screaming and leaving her barely able to gasp. The figure presses harder causing her elbows to begin to crack, finally they shatter, smashing the ends of the bones which tear their way through the flesh and muscle. With the arms gone there is no support for her upper body, it is pushed back with such force that the spine tears away from her pelvis and rips it’s way through her stomach, bursting out through the flesh taking several loops of her intestines with it. Ravens final breaths gurgle in her throat as she dies, the light slowly fading in her eyes, her head resting on the ground between Hughs ankles staring sightlessly at the stars above...
In another section of the Cemetery, “Hell Warrior" (aka Jim Ashdown) was stood with his cock buried deep in the throat of “Moon stalker" (aka Amanda Ruthers). He could feel the exquisite sensation of her throat muscles wriggling around him as she tried to take him as deep as possible, holding him there for a minute before sliding her mouth back from his hard member to suck on his cockhead, twirling her pierced tongue around it and tasting the droplets of pre-cum that leaked from his japs eye. Slowly, she works her mouth back down his shaft, taking him deeper and deeper, smearing her lipstick along its length until it slips down the back of her throat. She uses her hands to pull at his ass cheeks, forcing him further inside, her lips pressed hard against the skin of his groin, holding him deep in her throat until she can take it no longer. She slides her mouth off his manhood and kisses the tip, she looks up into his eyes as she sucks him in again, loving the look of pure ecstasy on his face...
The cowled figure observes the couple from the shadows of a large monument, his bony hand resting on the cold marble beneath the fronds of the creeper growing around it. He watches as the female works on the males hard dick with her mouth, slowly sliding it between her lips and working her mouth along its length. His other hand squeezes the thick tree branch it holds, the dry bark cracks under the pressure. They must face judgement...
He closes his eyes and fantasies about the first time he was sucked like this, his lover working her mouth on his cock in much the same way as Amanda was. [i]He was glad he had been invited to the swingers party, the obligatory masks hiding their identities made the experience so much more intense as you had no idea who you were fucking with. His lover had turned around and offered her pussy to him doggy style and he had gladly slid his throbbing member inside her, thrusting inside the tight, wet hole and finding a steady rhythm. He couldn’t help but wonder who it was he was currently slipping a length to, although there was something oddly familiar about her body structure and voice as she gasped and moaned with his thrusts. He began to pump harder, his balls swinging and tapping against her clit eliciting little “Ahs" from her with each impact. Her pussy muscles start to quiver around his cock, her moans grew louder, attracting the attention of nearby revellers. She screams as she came, her muscles spasming and rippling along his length as he slammed himself fully inside her soaking hole. Her body begins to buck violently with the waves of ecstasy flowing through her, her arms and legs twitching, her toes curl and her fingers grasp at the soft carpet beneath her.
Her orgasm subsides, yet he still pounds her mercilessly, hoping to bring her to another climax. She turns her head and lifts her mask, revealing her identity to him, the shock makes him stop mid thrust, it is the person who brought him to the party... his own sister! He stays still, staring at her face, his cock halfway inside her. He is in total disbelief, his mind racing and churning at the thought of him not only fucking but also giving an orgasm to his own sibling. A look of annoyance crosses her face and she shoves herself back pushing his cock all the way inside her, rocking gently back and forth, giving him a nod of encouragement. His mind comes to, he realises that this had been her plan all along. It all made sense now, the accidental brushes of her hand against his cock, the arse slaps, her barging into his bedroom when he was masturbating or into the bathroom when he was showering and the fact that girls he was making progress with seemed to lose interest when they met her. She wanted him for her own, he knew that now. With a determined look he decided to give her exactly what she wanted and started to pound her pussy again....
Jim is brought back to reality by a sharp slap to his cock, he looks down at Amanda who demands to know “who the fuck Samantha is". He smiles and says that she must have misheard him, she gives him a disbelieving look but resumes sucking him off. She sucks a little harder, her cheeks dimple with the effort, she swirls her tongue again around his cock, he lets out a loud moan...
“Yeah, right, I misheard you" thinks Amanda as she starts to take his cock into her mouth again, she sucks extra hard on his cockhead, like she would on a lollipop, enjoying the taste of the pre-cum she draws from him. Reaching slowly down her body she starts to massage her pussy through the silky fabric of her panties, deciding to forgive him solely because she is desperate for him to fuck her. She bobs her head up and down his hard shaft, she wants him as hard as possible so he has no trouble when it comes to breaking her hymen and finally making her a true woman. As she takes him deeper in her mouth she thinks she hears a soft click-clacking sound but she puts this down to her imagination. She starts to take him into the back of her throat again...
Jim closes his eyes again as Amanda works her way down his shaft, he can feel the head of his cock start to slip down the back of her throat... and then he feels an immense pain as the tree branch rips it’s way through his ass and groin, slicing it’s way along the side of his cock, a mini branch catches in the muscle and rips off the top half of his manhood. The branch explodes from the back of Amanda’s head taking the torn piece of his dick with it and killing her instantly. Jim’s head sags, his strength failing as he bleeds out from his ruined ass and destroyed cock. All he can do is stare into Amanda’s dead eyes, her head impaled to his crotch, the branch sticking out from the back of her head, the torn and gore stained half of his cock hanging limply from the branch like a macabre flag...
Three rows to the south (nearly a quarter mile in real distance) from where Jim’s impaled body now stands, “Black Dalia" (aka Samantha Ashdown) bends slowly over and grasps the trunk of the tree in front of her. Behind her “Big Daddy Death” (aka Waylon Jones) slaps his thick, hard manhood against her ass cheeks and rubs its tip between her pussy lips, feeling the juices of her dripping wet pussy on the tip of his cock. He gently pushes his cockhead into the entrance of her hole, teasing her with it and making her squirm and start to try to push back, desperate for him to penetrate her fully. She closes her eyes and imagines that it is really her true lover who is preparing to slide him hard shaft inside her. She thinks of the agreement they made, to fuck other people at the party to keep their secret, meeting later, after the party to fuck each other without the fear of being discovered in their illicit union. He continues to tease her with his member, rotating the head just inside her entrance. She turns to him and tells him to “fuck me already!”. He grins and slides his thick, black cock further into her pussy, gripping her hips as he pushes himself all the way in. She gasps at the size of it, feeling it stretching her pussy wide and causing small twitches of pleasure in her muscles. He starts to fuck her, slowly at first to allow her hole to adjust to his girth, gradually increasing pace, he starts to fuck her furiously , her muscles gripping and massaging his shaft as he fucks her. She gasps and moans as her pounds her, telling him to “fuck me harder, faster", pushing herself back against him, eager to feel his full length filling her tight pussy. Her cries of pleasure merge with the soft sucking noises that eminate from her slippery hole as he fucks her. He increases his pace yet further, his hips a blur of motion. The sensation makes her to dig her fingernails into the bark of the tree as he slams his hard cock deep inside her pussy, his balls slapping rhythmically against her clit and spurring her towards orgasm. She pushed herself back, trying to get as much of him inside her as possible, thankful for the knowledge that although his dick was very thick it was not long enough to reach her cervix and potentially cause damage to the baby. She hadn’t told the father yet, hoping that when she did that he would be inspired to fuck her with more passion and vigour, determined that their illicit liaisons should become more numerous and potentially more dangerous of discovery. She had decided that her brother should learn of the fruits of their incestuous couplings when she was to meet him after the party. She was nearly 3 months gone now and hiding it from him would become difficult, besides, she wanted him there for the first scan. Turning her thoughts back to the thick member currently stretching her pussy to its limits as it slid deep inside of her she focused on her orgasm. Reaching down she began to play with her clitoris, teasing the hard little nub of flesh and relishing in the waves of pleasure that spread from it through her body as her current lover pumped his cock furiously inside her. The first twitches of her orgasm began to spread through the muscles of her soaking wet hole, she could feel it about to start, the pleasure rushing to its peak. Her orgasm hits, the muscles of her pussy spasm violently and ripple around his cock as he still plunges inside her. She hugs the trunk of the tree as wave upon wave of sheer ecstasy sweep from her pussy out through her body, her muscles play a crescendo along his shaft, bringing him closer to his own orgasm. She feels him begin to thrust fast, reaching the so called vinegar stokes as her orgasm subsides, she turns to him and tells him “no, not in my pussy" with a confused look he slows his thrusts. “I want you to cum in my ass.”...
He watches from the shade of a large tree, the scene before him vaguely familiar. He is sure he has seen many a couple make love in the exact same manner against that same tree but he cant fully recall. He guesses that in a previous incarnation, watching them may have given him pleasure but all he feels now is hatred. He can tell from the strange red aura surrounding their bodies that they are sinners, however, he now notices a third, dark red aura eminating from the lower part of the woman’s stomach. “She is with child” he realises and questions whether he can punish her in this condition. He suddenly understands the reason for the strong colour of the childs aura, it is an abomination, conceived of one of the most hideous of sins. It must die...
He slides himself from her pussy, roughly inserts two of his fingers and uses her juices to lubricate her tight arsehole. Leaning against the tree she reaches back and spreads her cheeks, slightly opening her hole ready for his cock. A minute passes, nothing happens, she feels no pressure from his cock head against her entrance. “maybe hes suddenly gone limp" she thinks to herself, “maybe he thinks I’m not slippery enough". She reaches round with one hand and slides her fingers into her pussy, transfers more of her juices to her arsehole and then stretches her cheeks again. Another minute passes and he still has not made his move, she starts to turn to see what’s going on, a strange bone like hand suddenly grabs the back of her neck, at the same time an hard object slams violently against her arsehole.
The thin end of the antique ceramic vase forces it’s way inside her anus, she screams as it violates her, a chip on its lip slices through the muscle and the resulting bleed aids its passage into her body. The vase slides inside until it widens, the muscles of her hole giving some resistance. More force is added, slowly stretching her arsehole wider, the vase slowly continues on its journey, centimetre by centimetre. Her screams reach a crescendo as the pressure against the vase causes it to start to crack and splinter. Further pressure causes it to shatter, the ancient porcelain splintering into a hundred pieces that slice their way through the muscle of her insides. Several slithers puncture the thin wall of muscle between her pussy and her anus, embedding themselves in the walls, one particularly large piece slices it’s way through her G spot. The remainder of the vase is forced violently by the bony hand that holds it through the side of her colon, tearing it’s way through her womb, destroying the sinful foetus as it goes. Finally penetrating the stomach and slicing though the intestines, it erupts from her skin like a bloody spire followed by the hand. The vase drops to the floor shattering completely , the hand withdraws, her broken body drops to the floor...
Waylon awakes with a pained gasp, he coughs up some frothy blood , caused by the several broken ribs puncturing his right lung. He shakes his head to clear it, the last thing he remembers is preparing to push his cockhead into Dalia’s asshole when he was gripped by extremely strong hands and thrown violently across the cemetery, impacting hard against the marble of a small monument. He rises to his hands and knees, coughing up yet more bubbling blood, he steadies himself and looks up, the macabre scene before him numbing his mind...
He looks on as Dalia slowly dies, he can just make out the gore covered vase as it drops to the floor, a dark figure in old, mud covered monks robes yanks his hand from her now ruined anus, leaving her body to drop to the floor. The figure turns towards him, he can see the damp stains and what looks like maggots and worms crawling all over the figure. He cannot make out the face, hidden in the darkness of its hood but he knows it is staring at him. Gathering what strength he can, he tries to rise as the figure starts to approach him, its pace quick but steady almost unconcerned that he should succeed before the ghoulish figure could reach him.
He just manages to get to his feet as the figure closes the last of the distance between them, he lashes out with his fist, catching the grim apparition square on the jaw, its head whipping back, throwing the hood back and revealing the grotesque visage it had hidden. The vertebra of it’s neck crack as it rights its head to stare at him again. Waylon stares horrified into the dark eye sockets, filled with clumps of mud, bits of rotted flesh, maggots and worms crawling their way through the long dead remains of its eyes. More creatures crawl and wriggle in what remains of its nose, some dropping to the floor to scurry away under the folds of its robes. Scraps of rotten skin mixed with mould and moss cover most of the porcelain white skull beneath, and stretch between its teeth as the figure works its jaw in anger. “YOU MUST BE PUNISHED!” declares a gravelly yet almost watery voice as the monk grasps Waylon by the cuff of his top by his left shoulder, the other bony hand digging into the muscle of his right thigh and hoists him into the air high above its head. “YOU WILL PAY FOR YOUR SINS!” shouts the Monk and it slams him down onto the thin, sharp point of the monument, piercing the skin between his balls and his anus, forcing the tip through his prostrate, up through his intestines and slicing into his stomach. It let’s go, leaving him impaled on the sharp marble, his own body weight pushing him slowly further down the spire. The skin surrounding its entrance point starts to tear as the spire widens, blood flows freely from the wound. Finally with a loud tear, the skin splits completely, dropping his body hard enough to shatter his pelvis into pieces, his pained yells reverberating against the walls. His body continues to slide down the monument, the spire forcing it’s way through his body. It rips it’s way out through the top of his stomach, piercing the diaphragm and continues it’s way up, a mixture of blood and stomach acid easing its passage. Scratching it’s way past his heart and narrowly avoiding his lung it erupts from his body, scraping his collarbone. Waylon spits out a huge spurt of blood at the Monk in a final act of defiance as his strength drains, his eyes glazing over as he dies. The last thing he hears is the gravelly cackle of the Monk as it walks slowly away, its knees click-clacking as it goes....
The Monk moves slowly towards an old dirt caked tombstone, covered in fronds of creepers, weeds growing unchecked in the ground surrounding it. Its hooded head stares bale fully at the long faded and barely legible letters carved into its surface. He now remembers what lead him to this, what vile sin he committed that led to his fall from the grace of God. “Here lies Brother Bellman,” it declares “Punished for his sins, 1562, may God have mercy on his soul.” It raises its hand, tracing the words in the air then , finally, the shape of a cross. It lowers its hand and its head sags.
A faint ball of light begins to glow above the grave, gradually growing brighter until it dazzles any who look upon it. “BROTHER BELLMAN....” A loud voice declares, echoing off the walls of the surrounding mausoleums, “YOU HAVE COMPLETED YOUR TASK, YOU HAVE TAKEN THE SOULS OF SINNERS IN THE SIX RESTING PLACES OF THIS CITY... YOU HAVE ABSOLVED YOUR SIN OF VOYEURISM, WATCHING WHEN YOU SHOULD HAVE DISSUADED. YOU HAVE EARNED YOUR PLACE.” The Monk raises his head, the robes no longer torn, faded and stained by soil and mould but brand new. He raises his hands, now fully fleshed with young looking skin and slides back his hood, revealing the handsome face of a young man still in his twenties, the light dances on his bright blue eyes, his full lips raise in a smile. He again makes the sign of a cross in the air, the light vanishes. Old, tattered and dirt streaked robes drop empty to the floor.
