Trick or Treat

What could go wrong?

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Jess just couldn't get her mind off what had happened. She knew there were some cranks out there, but this young woman... well, she seemed quite normal, even to the point of believing in what she was claiming.

A witch? Of all things, why would such a beautiful young thing go knocking on doors claiming to be a witch?

She must have been in her twenties, so too old to be hanging on to her childhood, so why do it? It wasn't like the young woman was ugly, or strange, not like she needed the attention.

That was the strange thing. She was normal. She was beautiful. She even came across as being well educated. So, why was she knocking on doors playing trick or treat?

Jess wanted to ignore it, but she couldn't get the young stranger out of her mind. There was something cute about that smile as she stood there on the doorstep. The stranger had gone, though. Jess had watched her walk down the drive, and Rich would be here soon, to whisk Jess away.

It was his idea, to go to the Halloween Ball, and of course Jess hadn't had any intention of not saying yes. She loved a party, she loved Rich, and most of all she loved the way he made her feel.

The only question was what to wear? She could be crass and go in costume as some creature of the night or she could be... oh yes, she could bring out the devil inside!

Jess opened the bathroom door. A waft of steam entered the bedroom, along with the intoxicating scent of perfumed body lotion. Seconds later, Jess herself walked into the bedroom, in all her naked beauty. She took a couple of steps, stopped, and turned towards the bedroom door. It was closed, just like she had left it, but something didn't seem quite right.

Jess couldn't say what it was, but she couldn't help staring towards the door. Her attention was focused on the low ottoman, exactly where Mona, hidden by her cloaking enchantment, was staring back at the young woman. It must have been a trick of the light, but for some reason the padded top did seem a little more compressed at one end than the other.

For a moment the two women stood there, their gaze fixed onto each other. Well, Jess' gaze was fixed onto the space where Mona was sitting, but Mona's... well, who could blame her for staring at the most beautiful fuller woman. It was like looking at a scene from an old master, one of those images of perfect yet Rubenesque beauty, in the form of a naked model.

Physically, the two women were so different, but deep-down Mona imagined they were quite alike. Mona was tall and slim. She had curves, albeit of the most subtle shallow form.

Jess was a little shorter. Her curves were of the most voluptuously appealing form. Her full breasts--they were true melons in both size and shape--sagged under their own weight. There was a subtle roundness to her midriff, and those thighs... my god, they were so full, so strong, so sexy.

Forget all the skin and bones, and the waiflike malnourished appearance of most young models. Jess exuded sexiness with her fuller form. There was no thigh gap, no clear sight of pussy lips, just solid thighs meeting together all the way up to the most well-kempt patch of blonde bush. Mona just couldn't help but wonder just what delights were hidden between those powerful legs.

Physically different they may have been, but emotionally Mona thought they were much closer. Whilst Jess' desires were laid out across the bedroom, Mona's were hidden beneath her skirt and blouse. She might be a witch, but even witches had the most human of desires.

Only Mona knew of the sexy black lingerie hidden beneath her outfit, of the revealing panties and push up bra, of the thin black straps criss-crossing her slender frame like a most enticing spider's web.

Oh, how Mona longed to have her own lover, to have their eyes bearing down on her as she stripped off in front of them. But that was the problem. Who, who, who would date a witch?

One day, Mona promised herself. One day she would find someone, but until she did... well, she did have a little fun in mind, for her and the unsuspecting Jess.

It seemed like an eternity but must have only been a minute or so before Jess turned her gaze away from Mona's hiding place. Jess was confused. She was sure there was something there. She was sure, Jess shook her head, but it was true. She was sure there was someone, there.

Her gut feel told her she was not alone, but her eyes never lied. Jess couldn't see anything but could feel the presence of another. Convincing herself she was mistaken, Jess turned her back on the ottoman.

'Oh yes,' Mona thought to herself as she watched Jess head off towards the bed. Jess had the plumpest, most appealing, ass you could imagine. Mona found herself wanting to reach out, to squeeze gently at Jess' soft cheeks.

Mona couldn't help but stare at Jess's ass and the way it swayed as her host took the few steps towards the bed. She was so engrossed that she nearly forgot all about the reason she was sitting there in the first place.

Jess was already reaching out for the black panties, her ass cheeks firming up as she bent forward, when something grabbed her attention. Jess spun her head around sure she had heard a murmured voice behind her. Once more though, her eyes fell on nothing more than the empty ottoman and the bedroom wall.

Jess shook her head. Now she was imagining things. She turned around and reached out again for the panties. Had they moved? Jess was sure they had been within her reach, but now they were halfway up the bed. She reached out further, her back at right angles as she strained to grab the panties.

Mona was all eyes, her gaze running all the way up Jess' legs. With her large thighs, there was no gapping, no chance to see even the slightest glimpse of sex, but... oh god, this woman was so sexy.

Jess couldn't believe what she was seeing. As she reached out a second time, the panties had jumped away from her, landing a couple of feet further down the bed, right up by the pillows. Now Jess was doubting herself. Was she imagining it? No... no... the panties had moved, right there in front of her very eyes. She was confused. There hadn't been any blast of wind through the room to make the panties move, yet they had done just that.

Like a cat chasing a ball of wool, Jess climbed onto the end of the bed. She went down on all fours, reached forward, and grabbed at the black panties, keeping a firm grasp in case they decided to make of once more.

From her vantage point, Mona had one hell of a view. For the first time, with her knees apart as she knelt on the bed, Jess was flashing a completely bare pussy at her hidden watcher. It was quite a contrast to the neatly kempt blonde bush covering her mound. Mona couldn't help but stare at Jess' full labia and the way her inner lips, even in this unaroused state, were clearly visible. She could have sat here forever, just watching the larger woman, but that wouldn't be half as much fun as what Mona had in mind.

Once more, Mona started to reel off another incantation.

Jess jumped as she felt the tap on her backside. Releasing her grip on the panties, she spun around on the bed.

"Aghh!" Mona screamed, the sound piercing the otherwise silence of the bedroom.

There, floating in mid-air, taking on ghostly form, was a red dress... Jess' red dress. She hadn't know what to expect when she felt the tap on her backside. It was softer than any hand yet shouldn't have been there. Jess was alone in her bedroom, so who... what... why?

Mona had to stop herself from laughing. As her host had played catch with her panties, Mona had moved on to her next charm, one intent on bringing the dress to life. Oh yes, it was a ghost alright, hanging there in front of the naked Jess, headless, legless, just arms waving around.

"Wh... who... what... are you?" Jess called out.

Mona wasn't ready yet to answer. Her fun was only just starting. Unseen to Jess--these cloaking incantations were wonderful, so easy to trick the mortal mind--Mona waved a hand, gesturing forward towards the bed. As if on command, as if controlled by the puppet master's strings, the dress lunged forward at Jess. With another shriek, Jess jumped back on the bed, shuffling on her backside away from the ghostly dress.

Once more Jess made the dress lunge forward, and once more Jess shuffled back. A third time left Jess with nowhere to go. She sat there, her upper back nestled against the wooden headboard, her hands clasping for dear life against the top rail. This time the dress simply hung there, floating in front of the scared blonde. If Jess tried to move, Mona propelled the dress forward, then moved it back again.

Jess didn't know what to do. Should she just sit there, hoping what had to be a hallucination would pass on by? Should she call out, summon one of the neighbours to her rescue? How long would it be before Rich arrived?

It was all a front though, to grasp the attention of the naked Jess, and it was working so well. Jess' heart was thumping, her breathing coming in quick gasps. She would squeal, tensing up, as the dress flew in closer, then relax as it moved away. What Jess didn't notice though, was the other movement on the bed.

With a flick of her other hand, and yet another mumbled incantation, Mona had focused her attention on the pair of stockings. Jumping into life, like two black snakes, the stockings slithered down to the floor, out of Jess' eyeline. One at each side of the bed, they sped towards the headboard, only pausing momentarily before climbing the wooden frame. By the time Jess noticed, it was already too late, as the soft yet strong nylons tied themselves tightly around her wrists.

As the stockings bound Jess to the sturdy wooden frame, the red dress took its leave, floating away before collapsing back onto the very chair it had risen from. For a moment, the only sound was the heavy breathing of a still confused, and most definitely scared woman.

"Who are you? Where are you?" Jess called out, her eyes running around the room, looking for a sign. She would focus in on the ottoman, then move off again, unable to find any reason for these unexpected events.

A noise grabbed Jess' attention, and she turned towards the dressing table just in time to see her red lipstick float up into the air, the cover falling off as it did. Jess froze, her breathing stopped. As she watched, letters started to form, written in block capitals on the mirror. One by one, a simple phrase, one she had heard so very recently, was spelled out in front of her.

'TRICK OR TREAT'

"You?" Jess called out, a nervousness in her voice. "The witch?"

Mona put the lipstick down. This time her murmurings were intentionally aloud.

Jess gasped as Mona suddenly appeared out of her cloaking spell. Jess so wanted to rub her eyes and see if the young woman disappeared again, but she couldn't. There, standing feet away from her, at the side of the dressing table, was the young woman who had earlier knocked on her door, claiming to be a witch, asking for goodies.

"Trick or treat?" Mona asked, that intoxicating smile across her face.

"Y... y... you're a witch?" Jess continued, stating the obvious.

"I told you, but you decided not to believe me. Was it my appearance? Was that it? Were you expecting this?" As Jess asked, she muttered yet another incantation.

Jess gasped as the young witch suddenly changed in appearance, aging significantly, her back hunching, her skin becoming gnarled and withered, her nose taking on a crooked pointed shape.

"Or... my little dear... or... like this?" Mona continued, her voice now seeming as old as her appearance.

One more there was a gasp from the bound Jess as Mona transformed again. This time it was more of a pantomime witch, complete with black pointed hat and long ragged cape, which stood there in front of Jess.

"But... really... that is so old school. I much prefer this," Mona continued, returning to her younger appearance.

Jess gave a cheeky wink.

"Or even this." As she spoke, Jess changed once more, not in appearance but just in her state of dress. The white blouse and short skirt dissolved away, leaving the young witch standing there in her strappy lingerie, and those fishnet stockings.

This time it was Jess who was all eyes, her gaze fixed on the beauty who stood in front of her. She'd never admired another woman before, but it had to be said that this witch was most attractive, with her intoxicating smile, her pale white skin and her sexy... Jess shook her head, dispelling the idea... or more to the point trying to resist her captor's charms.

"What do you want with me?" Jess called out.

"Well, you were a little rude, weren't you, Jessica Cummings?"

"What? How? How do you know my name?"

Mona wasn't going to let on that she had read it on a letter downstairs. Sometimes it was good to have an edge.

"Yes Jessica, or should I call you Jess. Is there something you'd like to say?"

"I'm... I'm..." Jess stammered, unable to get the words out.

"Harry Potter?" Mona interrupted, laughing. "Oh, I wish you were. I've got such a thing for Harry and those little round glasses... but I guess..."

"What are you going to do to me? He'll be here soon," Jess continued to ask.

"Who... Harry Potter?"

Jess didn't answer, but the look in her eyes said it all. She was scared, yet at the same time she was intrigued.

"So, what'll it be?" Mona asked again. "Trick or treat?"

"I'm telling you. Release me now. Rich will be here soon, and he'll make you..."

"Do what, Ms. Cummings. I'm a witch, you know. Now what'll it be? It says it on the mirror."

Jess glanced over at the words on the mirror. She didn't need to. She knew what they said, yet still she seemed drawn to them.

"Do I need to choose for you, Ms Cummings? Now... let's see... what'll it be... trick maybe... or..."

There was no hesitation in Jess' response. "Treat... treat... anything you want... just..."

"I want to watch you cum?" Mona responded, her words not registering with her bound audience.

"Anything..." Jess continued. "Anything you want... just let me go free..."

Mona waved her hand, and suddenly Jess went quiet.

"I said I want to watch you cum," Mona repeated, this time every word hitting home.

"What?"

"You heard."

"But... no... I'm not that kind of..."

"Not that king of girl? Oh, I doubt that. Your outfit screams fuck me, and that's what--"

"What?" Jess interrupted. "You're going to fuck me... here on my bed?"

"Oh, no. If you were Harry Potter then maybe, but I think it'll be more fun if you fuck yourself. Me... I'm just gonna sit myself down and watch you cum."

"You're mad!" Jess called out.

"And you're just a little intrigued. You can't hide it you know. Just look at those nipples standing to attention. You want to know how I'm gonna do it, don't you? How I'm gonna make you fuck yourself when you're bound to the bed."

"No... no... n..." Jess' protestations faded away.

It was true. If this witch--goddam Jess didn't even know the bitch's name--was going to harm her, then she would have done it by now, wouldn't she? So, what was this witch all about. Jess was intrigued, she had to admit it. She glanced back at the scantily clad pale beauty and once again saw that intoxicating smile. Damn that smile. The more Jess stared at her captor, the more her resolve started to fade. Before long she was almost convincing herself. Should she just play the game?

It wasn't like... well... it wasn't like she was cheating on him... not if she... Jess shook her head, trying to get those thoughts out of her mind. She glanced down at her large pillowy breasts, and yes, her nipples were rock hard. It had been nothing more than verbal suggestion, and that intoxicating smile, but already Jess could feel her need. She didn't want to admit it, but she had the hots for... for what?

Jess was still pondering the same when she heard the young witch start to mutter yet another incantation. She glanced across at Mona, who as promised was perched on the corner of the dressing table, slender legs crossed one over the other.

A knocking sound grabbed Jess' attention, and she quickly turned her head towards the commotion. It was coming from one of the dressing table drawers, as if something inside was bashing around, fighting to get out. Slowly, as the knocking increased in intensity, the drawer slid open, and out flew...

"God, noooo!" Jess screamed, as first she saw the toy fly up into the air, then she heard the tell-tale buzz fill the room.

"Oh, yesss, Ms Cummings," Mona responded, smiling as she waved a hand in the direction of the bed. "I think this must be yours."

The vibrator took on a life of its own. Eight inches of purple silicone shot across the bedroom, coming to a halt right above the bound Jess. Like a miniature torpedo it hovered above the young woman. Jess couldn't stop staring at the floating vibrator. She couldn't believe what she was seeing, as it hung there in mid-air, as it turned point down towards Jess, as it plunged downwards, homing in on Jess' rock hard--

"Aghh," Jess moaned as the vibes hit first one nipple, then the other.

In her half-slumped position, with her hands still bound to the headboard by her own stockings, there was little Jess could do. She wanted to pull back, to get away from the torment, but she didn't have the strength in this position to pull herself up. Jess had no choice but to endure, or was it enjoy, what was about to come.

"You like that, don't you Jess?" Mona whispered, smiling back at her captive.

"Ughh," was the only muttered reply from Jess, as the vibrator continued to work her nipples.

It was like a pesky wasp, buzzing around, unperturbed by whatever you may do to deter it. A dash here, a dive there, dodging any efforts from the bound beauty to avoid its assault. There'd be a short flick, the gentlest nudge against her sensitive nubs, followed by more prolonged stimulation. There was only one problem... the more the enchanted toy worked its magic on those pillowy breasts, the more Jess felt the desire in her loins. Mona noticed the same and, with a wave of her hand, she sent the vibrator in search of pastures new.

Jess gasped as she felt the tip of the vibrator nudge up against her apex, as if held there by an invisible hand. Her breathing was starting to quicken as she felt the vibes run deep inside. Without thinking, Jess had already spread her legs slightly. It was only an inch or two, but that was all Mona needed.

Mona muttered her final incantation and smiled. She was no longer controlling the vibrator. Mona had given it instructions, and now the toy had a life of its own. Until Mona gave the command to stop, that vibrator would be insatiable in completing its mission... to make the bound blonde cum.

Jess was already writhing on the bed. No sooner had she spread her legs than the vibrator had forced its way down, the tip now pressing firmly against her sex, teasing her still hidden clit. Jess was wet, her lips were puffy, and her sex ached with desire, yet still she tried to fight the torment. Clamping her legs closed just made it worse, and loosening them... well, that just gave more access to her sex. She wriggled her hips, but the vibrator just followed her every move.

"Aghh," Jess moaned as finally the toy worked its way between her large outer labia, the toy sliding along her inner most folds.

Jess stiffened, then relaxed, then stiffened again, as she felt the tip catch her clit then move away. There was no getting away from it, and Jess knew for herself that her sex was already sodden with love juices. Jess moaned out as she felt the toy approach her opening. It was so strange, watching the toy move on its own, teasing her sex, toying with her innermost desires. What was stranger still was the reaction from her own body, the way her resolve had disappeared, the way she was enjoying every moment of torment down below.