Chocolate oozed out of her mouth, dribbling down her chin.

“Pleaph, mo moar,” Paige moaned around the massive mouthful of dark chocolate.

The man reached into her discarded bag of treats, selecting a Snickers bar. “It’s okay. I know you thought you were too big to go trick or treating, but I assure you, it’s okay.”

The sturdy wooden chair creaked under her weight as she shifted, tugging at the thick ropes binding her arms behind the chair. Paige forced herself to chew. It was a race to get what was in her mouth swallowed before he finished slowly peeling off the candy wrapper. Another half chewed chunk of wet chocolate fell from her mouth in her haste, adding another stain to her red sweater and joining the pile on her pleated orange skirt.

“I heard you, while I was watching you.” The wrapper drifted to the floor, the candy bar pinched between two long, pale fingers.

Paige tried to keep her mouth shut, but just like every time before, his vice like grip on her round cheeks forced her mouth open for him to stuff in another piece of candy.

“Eat up, my big, beautiful, baby girl.” He caressed her cheek, smearing long streaks of chocolate across her pale flesh. Paige shuddered, her jaw slowly working through the gooey caramel and chocolate. His touch was almost the push the overstuffed girl needed to vomit, but she held it back, terrified of what he might do to her if she did.

“There’s a good girl. I’m so glad you and your little friend rang my bell.”

Paige craned her neck to look back over her shoulder. Jessie still hadn’t moved. Her best friend slumped forward, her strawberry blonde bangs barely concealing the trickle of blood running down her forehead from where he had hit her when he grabbed them. She was still breathing at least, her chest rising and falling slowly under the ropes binding her to the wooden support beam in the middle of the room. Her purple dress was dirty and her stocking ripped, and one of her matching purple heels was missing, leaving her leaning slightly to the left where she hung in her bonds.

“Yepphee,” she moaned softly around the mouthful she was working on.

His fingers clutched her chin again, turning her back to face him. They were so cold against her flushed skin. “Your little friend will be okay. If you eat all your candy before she wakes up, I won’t tell her,” he told her, putting one long finger to his lips and winking one dull, blue eye. “I won’t make you share.”

Paige choked out a sob, a thick line of stringy, syrupy drool slipping from her mouth, where it was quickly soaked up by her red sweater.

“So we’re going as Daphne and Fat Velma,” Paige said, plopping down dejectedly on the bed in front of the mirror.

“Velma’s always been thicc,” Jessie said, looking at her friend in the mirror while she applied her makeup. “She’s hot.”

“Why don’t you be Velma then. We can be Velma and fat Daphne.”

Jessie rolled her eyes. After buying the costume and spending all morning getting ready, she was in no mood to change. She tried, she really did, to be supportive of her roommate, whose freshman fifteen had ballooned into sophomore thirty. Sometimes she just wasn’t in the mood for a pity party.

“I’m sorry.” Paige got up off the bed, and picked up the signature red skirt. It was cute, and very short. “Maybe I just won’t go.”

Jessie was midway into another eye roll when she put her arm around her roommate. “Fine, we won’t go to the party.”

“What? You can still go.”

“Nah, it’s gonna be lame anyways,” she lied. It wasn’t, it was going to be awesome, but Steve was going to be there, and while Jessie sometimes found it hard to hear her friend whine about her weight, she could understand why Paige wasn’t ready to see Steve. Steve had been such a dick to her.

“Go, don’t stay home on my account,” Paige insisted.

“We’re not gonna stay home.”

Paige raised an eyebrow.

“We’ll go trick or treating.”

Her eyebrow rose higher, almost disappearing under her harsh bangs. “We can’t do that.”

“Why not?”

“We’re too old.”

“So what? Is there some law that says trick or treating is just for kids? Besides, what are they going to do, refuse to give us candy? If they do, we get to do tricks,” she finished with a devious smile.

“Alright,” Paige agreed. “But one condition.”

“What’s that?” 

“You have to share all the candy with me.”

Jessie laughed.

“I’m serious. You can’t let me eat it all by myself.” She grabbed her flabby belly in both hands and shook, watching her stomach jiggle.

“You made a big mess of your cute costume, baby girl.” His long, pale fingers traced her curves down the wool, chocolate covered sweater, until his thumbs wrapped under the hem.

Paige shrunk away from his touch, his long fingernails touching her swollen belly. “Nnnf!” she gasped into the knotted rag he’d tied between her chocolate smeared lips after he finished feeding her.

His fists curled around the garment, his knuckles cracking. He started to pull, the fabric stretching and stretching until the first thread ripped. Once it started, the tear followed easily, splitting her sweater up the middle.

“Nnnnph! Pmmmff!” The terrified girl shook her head.

He tore up to her collar and pulled the thick turtleneck up over her gagged mouth. “Shhhhh, baby girl. Let me behold you.”

Her bra, the sexy one that was a size too small that she’d put on when she still thought she might be going to a college party, strained to contain her heaving bosom. It had a front clasp, for easy access, even though she hadn’t realistically expected it to come up. It proved unnecessary, as he grabbed each cup and pulled, snapping the clasp and one of the straps. The ruined underwear hung by her sides as her boobs fell free.

“Yes, you are exquisite, baby girl.” Those cold hands grabbed her boobs, squeezing, lifting each one in turn, like a butcher examining meat.

Paige blubbered into her gag, the chair creaking as she tried to shy away from him, but it only made her body shake and jiggle more for him.

She didn’t hear the groans of Jessie stirring awake behind her over the noise of her own muffled crying. “Paige,” Jessie moaned weakly.

“Mmmpheee!” Paige craned her neck to look back.

“Oh good, your little friend is awake.” He dropped Paige’s tits and went to attend to his other plaything.

“I don’t think there are any houses out here,” Paige switched her heavy bag of candy to her other arm and flapped her sweater, getting some air. It was warm for late October, and they’d already put a couple of miles of walking in the last two hours.

“I think there are,” Jessie replied, blowing a bubble with her tropical fruit flavored gum.

“Let’s just turn back.”

“I’m pretty sure this road loops around, it’ll be quicker to keep going.”

“Pretty sure?” Paige’s feet were aching and she wanted food that wasn’t candy, especially with the looks Jessie was giving her every time she dipped back into her bag of goodies.

“Reasonably. Barthallows Road runs into West Meadow Road, which will take us back to campus.”

Paige didn’t know her way around well enough to refute that. She scowled. “You just want to go to another house.”

“I mean, if it’s on the way…”

“Jessie.”

“How dare that bitch not give us candy!” Jessie fumed. “Jealous old bitch. ‘Don’t you ladies think you’re a little too big to play dress up?’” she said in a shrill imitation of the woman at the last house had who had refused to give them candy. “That hag is lucky I didn’t have any eggs.”

“She just didn’t like the way her husband was ogling at you.”

“He was totally checking you out too— oh, look, house!” She pointed through the woods excitedly to a faint glimmer of light.

“Creepy house in the woods at night. We really are in an episode of Scooby Doo.” Paige switched her candy back to the other arm and followed Jessie down the road towards the house.

The last thing Jessie remembered was hearing the snap of a branch behind her, and Paige screaming.

Her head hurt, a splitting, throbbing pain that made her feel like her skull was about to crack open.

And then she saw him. He was tall, towering over her, his gaunt frame barely hidden under a dirty, ragged, white wife beater. Suddenly his hands were on her face, his palms coarse and impossibly cold.

“I was worried you might not wake up. Sometimes, they don’t wake up.”

“Get off me! Paige!” she called again.

Behind him, she could see Paige seated in a chair, her wrists tied behind her, her orange sweater in ruins hanging off her shoulders. “Mmmphheeee!”

“Let us go!”

“Shhhh shhh,” he hushed her, putting his cold hands over her mouth. “You’re safe now. I’ll take care of you.”

Jessie bit down, her teeth sinking too easily into the palm of his hand. The sharp, coppery taste of blood filled her mouth.

“No no no. You shouldn’t have done that.” His calm tone did not match the speed with which he pulled back his hand, thick, dark blood oozing from the torn flesh of his palm.

Jessie spat, trying to rid her mouth of the vile taste. “Just let us gmmmph—”

He hastily grabbed her green bandana from around her neck with his uninjured hand and yanked it up in between her teeth. “Stay put. I’ll be right back for you,” he told his captives before leaving them alone, his heavy footsteps disappearing up a creaking set of stairs.

Jessie immediately set to work struggling. Her arms were pinned to her sides by tight coils of rope holding her to a sturdy wooden beam. Already off balance from missing one shoe, she leaned harder to the left, trying to wiggle one of her arms up under the ropes. The coed rubbed her gag against her shoulder, working her jaw to get the bandana from her mouth.

“Bleugh, aauck.” She spat again when her mouth was free, the taste of his blood still on her tongue. “Paige!” she called in a loud whisper.

In front of her, she could hear Paige quietly sobbing. Paige craned her neck to look back at Jessie, moaning into her gag. “Mmmphee.”

“Are you okay?” She could tell from Paige’s wet, bloodshot eyes that her friend was not okay. “Can you move your chair?”

Paige grunted, sock clad feet wiggling on the floor with what limited range of motion the ropes tying her ankles to the legs of the chair allowed her.

“Come on, try. I think I can get my arm free. We have to get out of here.”

Paige nodded, struggling a little harder, the chair creaking under her. She threw her weight to the side, and the chair thumped against the wooden floorboards. Both girls froze, holding their breath. Above them, the thump of heavy footsteps moved about upstairs.

“Mmmphhee,” Paige moaned softly, staring beseechingly at her friend.

“Keep going! We have to hurry!” Jessie hissed. She grit her teeth, wrenching her arm up over the rope around her waist. With the extra slack, she easily got her other up out from under it. Another rope just under her breasts still kept her upper arms pinned, but her forearms were loose, and she quickly felt around behind her, feeling for a knot or anything she could use to finish freeing herself.

Paige continued to try and move her chair, jumping and jerking around in a slow circle. Even half undressed in the cold basement they were being kept, she was sweating profusely, her pale skin soaked in a sheen of sweat. All the chocolate and candy she’d been force-fed sat uncomfortably in her overstuffed belly, and she vowed to herself that when they escaped, she’d get in shape and never eat candy again.

Jessie’s heart beat faster as her friend slowly turned to face her. She was still wearing her skirt, what little protection that offered, and while Paige thrashed and threw herself around she caught glimpses of her white panties. At least the monster hadn’t raped her, probably, yet, but she saw the smeared handprints in what she hoped was chocolate down her neck and on her boobs and belly.

“It’s gonna be okay, we’re gonna get out of here,” Jessie said, trying to sound reassuring. She tugged again on the ropes around her chest, trying in vain to create enough slack to slip free or pull it to where the knots were in reach, but it was useless. “I can’t get free. Scoot closer, maybe I can reach you.”

Paige nodded, panting through the stifling turtleneck of her sweater still pulled up over her mouth and nose. She was still a good three feet from her friend, but she knit her brow and lunged forward. With another horrid scrapping sound the chair lurched forward a couple inches across the old floor.

“Come on, you can do it!” Jessie whispered desperately, suddenly very conscious that she hadn’t heard footsteps upstairs in awhile, and Paige was not exactly being quiet. She balanced on her one shoed foot and extended out her bare foot. Maybe if she could just pull down Paige’s gag the bound girl could breath better. Her friend was struggling, her bare, sweaty breasts heaving with each labored breath in between her jostling jumps forward. She wiggled her toes through the dirty stocking, stretching them forward, her toes dancing just inches from the orange wool.

Paige understood what her friend was doing and leaned forward, the back of the chair digging painfully into her upper arms. Never in a million years would she have thought she would want her roommate’s dirty feet on her face, but she strained her neck forward desperately.

“Almost… there…” Jessie bit her lip as she tried to pivot to give herself that extra inch. She could feel the fuzzy wool on her big toe.

A cold hand grabbed her ankle, powerful fingers digging into her leg.

Both girls screamed.

“Naughty naughty.” Their kidnapper stepped out of the shadows. They hadn’t heard him come down the stairs, too engrossed in their escape attempt to notice his arrival until he was upon them once more. “I told you to stay put.”

“Please! You have to let us go!”

“Ppmmmphh!” Paige echoed.

“You’re the troublemaker.” He closed on Jessie, still holding her ankle, bending her knee as he stepped within inches of her, her thigh pressed up against her body. His other hand, now wrapped in bandages that were already stained deep crimson, grabbed her jaw. “My precious baby girl was being so well behaved, until you woke up. Now look how worked up you got her.” He stepped a few inches to the side, forcing Jessie to look at her friend. Paige was crying into her gag, shaking in her bonds.

He pressed closer, his body flush against her. “You need some time in the punishment box.” Something hard was pushing into her toned stomach, and Jessie forced herself not to look down.

“You sinnnnghhh!” His fingers curled around her bandana and tightened, choking the words out of her as his knuckles pressed into her windpipe.

“Yes. A little alone time is exactly what you need.”

Jessie gasped for air. She kicked her free leg, slamming her toes in his shin over and over, but he didn’t so much as flinch.

Paige was helpless to do anything but watch as her friend turned redder and redder in the face. She screamed into her gag, struggling uselessly against her bonds. “Mmmphee! Hmmmppphhppp! Mmmmmphheeee!!!”

Jessie was on the verge of passing out when he released her, letting go of her throat and ankle simultaneously. She flopped like a rag doll against the ropes holding her to the beam, gasping and sputtering for sweet oxygen. When their captor untied the ropes she collapsed in a heap on the floor in front of Paige. Panting, she reached up, grabbing Paige’s knee while she looked up at her friend, still unable to form the words to apologize, to plead for help, to commiserate in their shared torture at the cold hands of their captor.

“No more biting.” His tone was flat as he pulled the dirty leather muzzle over Jessie’s mouth. She sucked in the foul tasting rubber bung as she breathed in deep, and she lacked the strength to even attempt to push it back out before he had strapped it tight behind her head. “Time for the box.” He grabbed her hair, his fingers tangled in her strawberry blonde locks, and he dragged her across the floor. Jessie tried to grab onto anything, oblivious to the splinters in her hands as she reached out for her friend, Paige growing further and further away as she was pulled into the dark recesses of the basement.

“The box” was a wooden trunk in a dark, damp corner, three feet long, two feet wide and two feet tall. An old, rusty padlock was hanging open from clasp.

“Nnnnn! Nnnnph!” Jessie cried, flailing wildly as he picked her up like she weighed nothing, hoisting her over the box.

“Maybe tomorrow you’ll be better behaved.”

She tried to fight as he pushed her down into the box. She clung to the edges, staring into the small, black, cramped confines. His cold hands gripped her arms, his long fingers digging painfully into her flesh while he pushed, forcing her down to her knees. His powerful grip on the back of her neck folded her down, contorting her body until the box could close over her. Jessie’s muffled screams were muted as the box slammed shut with a heavy thud, followed by the deafening click of the lock echoing through the basement.

“Now, where were we, my precious baby girl!”

Paige screamed.