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Secrets of Faybrook Academy - Page 89 - The Day of the Halloween Dance - By knt27 - Overview
Having decided to let fate take its course, you pass the rest of the week in a daze. You can hardly concentrate on your school work, and your appetite is almost entirely gone. The alternating waves of anxiety and excitement that grip you are exhausting. Nightmares about being eaten cause you to jolt awake in the middle of the night, your heart pounding and your sheets drenched in sweat. But more often than not, these nightmares leave your cock rock hard and aching for release. Your cheeks burn with shame as you masturbate. You imagine yourself churning inside of Sam's gut... your form growing softer as her body grinds you into a chunky mess. You picture yourself as a steaming heap of waste beneath your friend's plump ass. Utterly used and degraded by her. Your breath catches as you shoot an arc of cum that splatters onto your thighs. You flush red in the darkness. You're doomed.

Before you know it, Saturday arrives. The day of the Halloween Dance. You spend the morning and afternoon wandering aimlessly around the school, trying in vain to calm your nerves. The perfect fall weather contrasts sharply with your anxious mood, and you hardly take note of the pleasant chill in the air or the crunch of autumn leaves beneath your feet. Halloween decorations are everywhere, and the dark corners of the academy are stuffed with fake cobwebs, plastic skeletons, and grinning jack-o-lanterns. A gigantic carved pumpkin adorns the front steps of the school, its leering orange face almost four feet across. You imagine that at least two people could probably fit inside. Just as you wonder where the faculty could have purchased such a ridiculously huge pumpkin, the bell tower chimes five. You spend the next twenty minutes pacing back and forth, trying not to think about your five thirty date with Sam.

With a grim expression on your face, you begin to make your way to the girl's dormitory. Your hands begin to shake, but your feet carry you onward. It's entirely possible that by this time tomorrow, you'll be nothing but pudge on your best friend's ass... and yet, despite your fear, you can't help but feel a little bit excited. This is what you've fantasized about your whole life, but... can you really go through with it? You're not entirely sure.

You raise your hand to knock on Sam's door, but hesitate at the last moment. You have no idea what Sam has planned for you, but it's certain to be humiliating at the least... and fatal at worst. Your heart quickens, but you rap your knuckles against the door before you can second guess yourself.

Hannah Lee opens the door, bouncing with excitement when she sees you. She's dressed as a cowgirl. Her platinum blonde hair is tied back into long pigtails that stick out from beneath a pink hat. She wears a plaid shirt that's stretched tight across her pert breasts, the fabric roughly cut to reveal her toned midriff. Her scandalously small jean shorts reveal long legs that disappear into bright red cowboy boots. Two plastic revolvers are holstered around her waist. She flashes you a brilliant grin and waves you in.

“Don't just stand there perving out on me. Get in here!” She pulls you inside, pinching your ass teasingly as she does so. You stagger into the dark room, wincing as the door snaps shut behind you. Dark curtains hang over the windows and flickering jack-o-lanterns are scattered around the room. As your eyes adjust, Samantha steps out of the shadows. Your jaw drops when you see her costume.

A pointed black witch's hat is cocked at an angle upon her head. She wears a black and purple velvet cape that's fastened with a silver pentagram, but her torso is completely bare. Her steady diet of young men has given her a figure to die for, and you can't help but stare wide-eyed at the generous curves of her massive breasts and potbelly. Her pale skin glows in the warm candlelight, and you notice that her nipples are visibly hard with arousal. She wears a black garter belt and stockings, but no panties. Her exposed vulva is completely shaved, and her mound visibly glistens in the flickering light. You swallow dryly when you realize that she's already slick with anticipation. Your pants tighten, but you make no move to hide your erection. Sam's mouth twists into a sadistic grin.

“Trick or treat!” She purrs teasingly. Her six inch heels click loudly as she saunters up to you. “Mmmm... I've got the best trick to show you.” She licks her lips slowly. “I'm gonna make you disappear! Hahaha!” She lightly brushes the tips of her fingers against the bulge in your pants, tracing the contours of your swollen penis. You groan. “But for me... for me, it's going to be all treat. A tasty, juicy, wriggling treat.”

Hannah snorts, “ I thought you were just gonna prank this nerd or whatever, not actually fuck him. If you're gonna be gross, I can leave.”

“Sorry Han, but things will get a lot grosser in a few minutes. And I really can't have either of you leaving.” She flicks a finger at the door, and a green spark shoots from her hand. The spark grows and spreads into a shimmering veil of light that slams into the door and disappears. “Fuck that's cool! That's never gonna get old.”

You and Hannah both stare at Samantha in shock. Hannah shakes her head and grabs at the doorknob. But before she can close her fingers around the metal, a pulse of green light repels her hand. She staggers back and yelps in surprise. “Holy shit. Holy fucking shit, Sam! Are- are- are you...”

“An actual witch? Yeah.” She giggles, “A lot of the faculty are witches too, although they're a lot more experienced than I am. The headmistress taught me that last spell herself. She thought I might need it for what I have planned.”

Hannah looks scared, “What... what do you have planned?”

Sam winks and tips her hat, “I'm going to swallow him whole, and you're going to watch.” Hannah's face twists into a look of dawning horror as she realizes that Sam's not joking. “But first, you gotta put this on.” She tosses a bundle of clothing at Hannah. Hannah picks the clothing up, revealing it to be a skimpy German barmaid costume. “Do you get it?” When you both give her a blank look, she rolls her eyes and sighs, “God you two are thick. He's Hansel, you're Gretel, and I'm the evil witch! Except, in this version of the story, the witch gobbles Hansel up and makes Gretel watch.” She bites her lip thoughtfully and locks eyes with Hannah, “I haven't decided if Gretel lives or not, though.” She shrugs dismissively, “I guess we'll just have to see.”

Tears begin to roll down Hannah's cheeks, “Please, Sam. Don't do this. I'm begging you--”

You interrupt, “Begging isn't, um... isn't really a good idea. It just makes her horny. And hungry.” You glance at your predatory friend, chilled by the savage resolve in her eyes. “She's going to do what she wants, and there's nothing we can do about it.”

“Mmm... good boy. You're finally starting to understand your place. Now everyone get dressed. It's time we start this costume party!” She points at you, “Strip. I want you completely naked.” You obediently remove your clothing, and soon stand completely naked before the two girls, your penis rigid and fully exposed. Sam turns to Hannah, “Put on the costume.” She cocks an eyebrow when the blonde girl hesitates, “...Unless you'd rather join Hansel in my belly?”

“N-no. I'll put it on.” Hannah removes her cowgirl costume. Soon, she's wearing nothing but a white lace thong. Her small and perky breasts are firm and prickled with goosebumps. You sneak a glance, ogling her athletic body appreciatively.

Sam notices your attention and laughs, “Hahaha! I guess you might as well enjoy the view while you're still alive, dude.” Hannah begins to pull on the barmaid costume, but Sam snaps, “Lose the panties.”

Hannah blushes, but drops her thong to her ankles and steps out of them. Hannah's always been the most popular girl in school. She's the head cheerleader and everyone expects her to be crowned prom queen this spring. She's a certified, stereotypical, alpha bitch mean-girl. So it's surreal to see her submit to Sam's whims so easily. Although, when you think about it, Sam generally has that effect on people.

Your friend grins happily as she looks the blonde girl up and down appraisingly. The barmaid costume consists of a brown corset, white shirt, green skirt, and white stockings. Hannah's nipples are visible through the thin fabric of her shirt and her skirt barely covers her crotch. But somehow, you suspect that modesty is the least of her worries. As if to confirm this thought, Sam fastens a leather leash and collar around Hannah's neck as a finishing touch to the costume.

“There! You look downright scrumptious, Han.” Sam slowly licks the blonde girl's cheek and lets out a low moan. Hannah tries to back away, but Sam uses the leash to hold her in place. Hannah shudders in revulsion as a thick strand of saliva dribbles onto her cleavage, coating her breasts in drool. As the slimy liquid soaks the front of her shirt, the fabric becomes transparent and clings to her skin.

Samantha grins, “She's yummy. I bet you're yummy too.” She locks eyes with you and points at a her nightstand, “There's some oil and seasoning in there. I want you to take it out and coat yourself with it.”

You stare blankly for a moment, stunned by her request. She wants you to season yourself?! What do you do?
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