“Trick or treat!” the chorus of children chimed when Tammy opened her door.

“Well look at all of you,” the owner of the house said, scooping out the last handful of candy from her bowl, depositing it in their outstretched bags. “What’ve we got here? A Batman, a Princess, a Power Ranger. And what are you?”

“I’m a fairy,” the little girl on the end said, rolling her shoulders, making her glittery wings flutter and sparkle in the light from inside. “Are you a fairy too?” she asked, looking at Tammy’s own wings.

“I guess I could be a fairy,” she said, trying to replicate the little girl’s wing flutter, to moderate success.”

“If you’re a fairy, then my costume makes no sense.”

The kids jumped at the voice from inside, and the Batman craned his neck to see the woman dressed as a devil, lounging on the couch with a glass of red wine in one hand and her phone in the other.

“Fine,” Tammy said with an exasperated sigh. “I’m an angel, and she’s a devil. Would you like to help me give out candy?”

“Nah, looks like you’ve got it,” the devil said, not looking up from her phone.

Tammy rolled her eyes. “Phones are evil kids, she whispered to the trick or treaters.”

“Is wine evil?” The Princess asked. “My mom drinks a lot of wine.”

“I know she does. And no, wine is a necessity. Once you’re old enough!” She added quickly. “When you’re your age, you’ve got chocolate.” She grabbed the last two bags of candy and gave them to the Princess. This group was probably the last of the night, and if there was any candy left she’d just end up eating it all herself. “So, who had the best candy?”

“The Nealsons!” the fairy said, holding up a king sized Kit Kat bar.

“And who had the scariest house?”

All four of them pointed down to the end of the street.

“Ms. Linus.”

“Her house was really scary!”

“They have a real mummy!”

“They?” Tammy asked, squinting out into the dark at the myriad of orange lanterns lighting up Bev Linus’s front yard. It wasn’t surprising that Bev had the scariest house; the woman loved Halloween and always went overboard, but she didn’t think Bev was seeing anyone.

The kids shrugged. “Ms. Linus and some guy.”

“Well, you all have a good night. Thanks for stopping by!”

“Yeah, thanks,” the devil said from the couch, still not looking up.

The trick or treaters thanks them and continued on up the street. When Tammy shut the door, the devil glanced over and saw the empty bowl. “Oh, are we done?”

“Yeah, Shelly.”

“Thank god,” she said, immediately taking off her devil horns. “Or Satan, or whoever. No offense Tam, but Halloween sucks here.”

“You made that pretty clear.” She made her way into the kitchen, pouring her own glass of wine. She’d moved to the suburbs six months ago, and Shelly never missed an opportunity to point out that she hated it. “I won’t invite you again.”

“Don’t do that. I miss hanging out with you.”

“Then don’t be like this. I like it out here. I actually like seeing the kids in their costumes. I want to take my kids out tricking treating one day.”

Shelly got up and met her in the kitchen. “Fine. I’ll be nice. But in my defense, I’m wearing the devil costume.”

Tammy gave her a withering look.

“I’ll come over any time, but you’ve got to come back to the city and visit me too. You’re not gonna meet a guy out here in the boonies, and you’re not gonna have those kids to take trick or treating without one.”

“Oh!” Tammy’s eyes lit up. “Speaking of guys, I want to go find out who Bev’s mystery guy is.”

Shelly’s shoulders slumped.

“It’ll be fun. It’s not the big Halloween parties we used to go to in college, but I’ve heard Bev always goes all out on her decorations, and I want to see.”

“Fine,” Shelly said, retrieving her horns.

“Jesus Shelly, could that dress be any shorter?”

Shelly held her bent over position, shaking her ass. “I dunno, what do you think?”

“I think I’m glad you didn’t answer my door.” She drained the rest of her glass before heading for the door. “Come on. And leave your damn phone.”

“Ugh, fine.” Shelly finished her wine and left her phone on the counter before following her best friend outside. “Do you want me to lock your door?”

“I don’t have my keys. It’ll be fine, we won’t be long. It’s a safe neighborhood.”

They walked briskly down the road, both covering their bare arms and trying not to shiver by the time they made it to the house at the end of the cul-de-sac. The entire from yard was decorated, massive pumpkins carved into spooky jack-o’-lanterns dotted the front lawn amidst scarecrows and skeletons. A spiderweb covered arch loomed above the driveway, with a line of torches lighting a path up to the house.

“Wow,” Tammy breathed, crouching under the faux webbing.

“It’s not bad,” Shelly admitted through chattering teeth. “You know this Bev woman?”

“Not super well, but I should. She’s a realtor, and I think we’re the only two single women without kids in the neighborhood; it’d be nice to be friends.”

“I’m sure you two will be besties.”

Tammy looked back. Shelly still hadn’t stepped off the street. “Don’t be jealous. It’s not like you’ll be moving out here, and you’ve still got plenty of other friends.”

“I’m not jealous. Just cold. Let’s go.” She hastily ducked under the webs and brushed past Tammy, heading up to the house. As soon as she stepped on the front porch, a light turned on, revealing a clown sitting in a deck chair. The clown turned its head, its mouth falling open and laughter rising out into the air.

“Holy shit!” Shelly jumped straight up, her heart racing.

The mechanical clown slowly turn it’s head back to be looking straight ahead and the laughter shut off.

“Scared?” Tammy asked, catching up to her and reaching for the doorbell. Before she could push it, the door slowly creaked open.

“Did she add rust to her hinges?” Shelly asked, trying to hide her fright.

“Boo!” Tammy whispered, and then leaned her head inside. “Hello?”

“Come inside,” a deep male voice echoed from within the darkened house. Candles lined the stairs right inside, the breeze of the open door causing the flames to wave and sputter. Further inside, the blip of a strobe light could be seen coing from under a door.

“You heard him,” Tammy said, making her way inside.

Taking one last suspicious look at the clown, Shelly followed. “Do we go where the candles lead upstairs? Seems rude to just walk in and go upstairs.”

Tammy ignored her, looking around. In the dim light, she could make out more pumpkins scattered about the room, unlit, and the faint glean of something big and shiny. She stepped closer. It was a sarcophagus, and she remembered the kids saying that they had a real mummy.

Shelly flipped the light switch by the door, but nothing happened. “Of course,” the devil muttered as she grabbed a candle off the stairs and followed her friend. The low flickering flame illuminated a seven foot golden sarcophagus standing upright in the corner of the room. Hieroglyphs covered its shiny surface from top to bottom.

“It can’t be real gold, but it still must be expensive,” Tammy said quietly, reaching out and touching it.

“Do you like it?”

Both women jumped at a female voice from behind them, and Shelly dropped the candle, the glass shattering and the flame immediately snuffing out. “Jesus fuck!” Shelly screamed.

“I’m sorry to startle you ladies, but it is Halloween,” the woman who had surprised them said. She turned on a flashlight, holding it under her face, casting her pale features in creepy shadows, illuminating the sharp fangs protruding from her lips.

Tammy slowly lowered her hands from her heart, taking deep breaths. “Bev!”

The woman chuckled. “Yes, it is me,” she said, committing to her vaguely European fake accent, her words further slurred by the plastic vampire fangs in her mouth. She was wearing a black and red Victorian dress, a tight corset forcing her bust out, the flashlight practically nestled between her boobs as she held it under her chin.

“It’s Tammy, from down the street,” she pointed to vaguely where her house was outside. “And this is my best friend, Shelly. We heard you had quite the decorations, and wanted to check it out. I hope that’s okay.”

“Of course, Tammy. Good to see you.” Either her wig was very good, or Bev had dyed her hair jet black for her costume. It looked very good, her hair done up in an elegant braided bun.

“Hi,” Shelly said, giving her a small wave. “Sorry about the candle.”

“It’s alright. The cost of a good scare.”

“You really do seem to enjoy that,” Shelly said, her tone still salty.

“I do,” the vampire whispered, her voice husky. “Just watch your step.”

“I’ll clean it up. Can we just turn on a light or something and I’ll get a broom and dustpan?”

“Right this way,” she ushered Shelly towards the far door where the strobe lights could be seen coming from under the door.

The angel started to follow, but the vampire waved her away. “You should checkout the mummy.”

“Oh, can I open it?”

“Absolutely. We’ll be right back.”

Tammy reached along the side of the sarcophagus, looking for a latch. There wasn’t one, just the sheer weight of the thing kept it closed, even resting on only a slight angle. With some effort, she pried the massive top open, peering inside. The strobe lights got brighter as the other two opened the door to go into the other room, each white flash illuminating the mummy held inside. Old, dirty bandages wrapped the humanoid figure inside, covering every inch, save for two, closed eyes. Tammy leaned closer, the desire to touch it growing. She wanted to know if it felt like the hard plastic she was sure it was, or if it felt like the flesh it looked like. The lights continued to flash as she reached her fingers in. Dark. Light. Dark. Light. Dark. Her fingers brushed against lashes, and the eyes sprung open.

Tammy fell backwards, stifling a scream.

“Mmmmm! MMMMMM!” the mummy moaned, suddenly shaking in the sarcophagus.

“Shit!” Tammy breathed, holding her chest. “It’s just a dummy,” she told herself, remembering the clown outside. She steeled herself and looked back in. The mummy was still shaking and moaning. “Your eyes are so realistic,” she told the mummy. They were, deep green in the flashes of light, and wet. She reached out again, the desire to touch them renewed. It was amazing, they were so realistic, she just had to feel to see if they felt as real as they looked.

“MMMMMMM!!! MMMMMMMMM!!” the mummy screamed. It got dark again, and when the strobe light illuminated the face, the eyes had moved. They weren’t looking at her anymore, but had widened and were fixated behind her while the mummy continued to scream, as if trying to warn her.

Tammy spun around, right into the arms of a large man standing right behind her. It went dark as the strong hands grabbed her wrists. The lights flashed on, and she saw the pale face, the sharp fangs, the steep widow’s peak of black hair.

“Boo!” the Dracula whispered as the lights flicked back off.

“Shellmmmph!” her scream for her friend was cut off as a sweet smelling rag was shoved in her face.

“Quiet, little angel,” the vampire whispered. In the dark, the large man spun her back around, one arm wrapping around her chest, pining her arms down to her side before the other hand clamped the drug soaked cloth over her face again. “Just be quiet and breath in deep,” he whispered in her ear in a low, hypnotic tone.

“MMMMM! MMMMMM!” the mummy moaned, staring into Tammy’s panicked eyes.

“Helllmph!” Tammy screamed, thrashing in his arms.

“Said the spider to the fly,” the man whispered, his plastic fangs grazing her ear. His eyes flicked to the helpless mummy, the lady of the house, bound in yards and yards of bandages, gagged with his wife’s panties so all she could do was moan pleadingly to the next victim she had helped lure into their trap. “Don’t you just love Halloween, Beverly my dear?” he asked the mummy.

Even as the chloroform invaded her system, the adrenaline pumping through her veins gave Tammy perfect clarity, albeit it way too late. The vampire was not Bev. The accent, the plastic fangs, the costume, she’d just accepted that the woman was her neighbor despite not looking or sounding like her. The green eyes staring back at her could only be her neighbor, helpless in the sarcophagus, and she wouldn’t be much better off if she didn’t do something, fast. She stomped her foot down hard on the man’s foot while throwing her head back, driving the back of her skull into his collar bone.

“I like it when they fight,” he whispered, lunging forward and slamming her into the helpless mummy. “Go ahead and struggle for me, angel. Make me work for it!”

She could feel him, his rock hard dick through his tight pants and her short, thin dress, pressing into her backside while he kept the chloroform pad over her mouth and nose. Underneath her their first captive struggled and writhed in her bondage, moaning and screaming for all she was worth.

“Our little mummy here was fun, but you and your little devil friend, oh, we’re gonna have so much fun with you two. You won’t have to worry about her being jealous anymore. You and her are going to share an experience that no one else in your life will ever have,” he told her, his grip tightening, pressing the cloth so hard against her face that she couldn’t breath at all.

“Hurry up,” the lady vampire said from the doorway, the unconscious form of Shelly slung over her shoulder.

Jack Simmons turned and flashed a big smile at his wife. “Almost there, honey.”

Laine dumped her sleeping prey unceremoniously on the couch and strode over to her partner. She leaned into he sarcophagus, her pale face in between Tammy’s and the real Bev’s. “Bleugh.” she spit out her fake teeth. “You should get to know your neighbors better,” she told the struggling Tammy. “And you,” she looked at the mummified Bev. “Are perfect. Oh? What’s this?” Her hand strayed down the secured girl’s body, resting on her pubis, her fingers finding the rope under the layers of bandage. It was still. “Did your little friends run out of battery?”

The batteries on the vibrating butt plug and dildo they had forced into her had died hours ago, a small relief for the helpless woman while she screamed for help all night, bound and helpless in plain sight.

“Don’t worry, I’ll replace them,” Laine kissed the mummy’s gagged mouth. “I’m sure you’re all sorts of hot and sweaty under there.”

Tammy was holding her breath, but her air was running out fast. It was late, the last trick or treaters having come and gone, and no one knew she and Shelly were there. Shelly was staying over, and they both had taken off the next day. No one would be looking for them. She tried kicking again, but her legs were weak, starved for oxygen.

“Breath in,” Jack whisper in her ear. “Let the chloroform have its way with you.”

Laine turned towards their newest treat, leaning her face in and taking a deep whiff of the drug laced cloth. “That’s the stuff,” she moaned, her head swimming. “Be a good little angle and breath in, and then we can get started with you and your little devil friend.”

Tammy didn’t want to, but her lungs screamed for air. She sucked in a deep breath of air, her eyes sleepily looking from the vampire to the helpless mummy. They were both green, but the vampires’ were filled with hungry, unabated lust, and the mummy’s were panicked, and full of pity. As her eyes closed, Tammy realized that Bev knew what was in store for her and Shelly. And it wasn’t good.

Tammy’s body went slack, all the fight drained out of her and replaced with a heavy, drugged slumber. Jack let her go, and she lay peacefully on top of Beverly.

“Get them upstairs,” Laine said, lifting Tammy’s eyelid to see her eye rolled back in her head. “I’ll take care of our hostess here.”

“Mmmmmm,” Beverly moaned.

“How are my panties? Have you sucked all the flavor out of them yet? I’m sure you have, you’ve been all tied up in there for so long. Don’t worry, I’ll get something fresh to stuff in your mouth. Maybe you’d like to get to know your cute little neighbor better?” Jack had lifted Tammy up and thrown her over his shoulder, and Laine reached over and flipped up her dress, exposing her cute white panties. She slapped the slumbering girl’s butt, her cheeks jiggling under the tight underwear. “Or maybe you’ve gotten addicted to my taste already,” she leaned against the edge of the sarcophagus, grinding against the rim while she stared into the helpless girl’s eyes. “It’s going to be a long night, we’ll make sure that talented mouth of yours gets a work out.”

Bev moaned. She’d been a prisoner in her own home for the last three days, Jack and Laine surprising her after work on Friday at her home. She’d thought they were clients, and let them into her house thinking they were there to talk about buying one of the houses she’d shown them. She’d been wrong, and had quickly been subjected to the same drugging she’d just witnessed her neighbor take. All her Halloween stuff was already out, and in addition to them finishing decorating for her, they dressed her in every costume she owned, tying her up and raping her over and over in every single one. She’d thought on Halloween someone would notice, someone would call the police, but no. Her hell wasn’t over.

She stopped struggling and tried to remain perfectly still as Laine pulled out a switch blade. “Don’t move,” she chided. “I wouldn’t want to hurt you.”

The whip marks on Bev’s ass and thighs and back said otherwise, delivered to her by Laine herself while Bev was bound between bedposts in her own bedroom last night, dressed as a cowgirl. Even still, she held her breath, keeping as still as possible while the sharp blade got closer and closer to her throat before Laine flicked it under the bandages and started slicing through them. Her sweaty, naked body was exposed to the air, the draft from the still open front door cooling her flesh. Laine grabbed the deviously tight crotch rope holding the tortuous toys in place and tugged on it, eliciting a pained moan from Bev.

“I’ve missed your body, Beverly.” Laine leaned in, sucking on her nipple, savoring the salty taste of sweat on the helpless girl. “Let’s go back to the bedroom. We’ve got the most wonderful company.”

“Nnnnn,” Bev whined as the crotch rope was pulled tighter, and with one deft flick of the wrist, Laine severed the rope with her knife. She pulled out the dildo, putting it in her mouth and sucking on it, demonstrating her knack for deep throating on the silicone phallus.

“Mmmm,” she moaned, licking off Bev’s juices. “I’ve missed your snatch.” She knelt and snipped the ropes binding Bev’s ankles, and then grabbed the dangling rope hanging around her waist and pulled it, dragging Bev out of the sarcophagus. “Come on, back upstairs with you.”

Knowing it was useless to resist, Bev took a few steps forward on shaky legs. She glanced longingly outside before her captor shut the door, trapping her inside.

“There’s nothing for you out there. The fun’s all upstairs.” Moving behind Bev, she slapped her bare ass and herded her upstairs.

Bev’s legs were weak, the only thing she’d been fed in the last few days was whipped cream licked off of her captors’ naked bodies. And cum. A lot of cum. Laine had to support her the last few steps until she stumbled into the bedroom, to see her neighbor in the angel outfit and a girl she didn’t recognize in a devil costume, still unconscious but bound in her bed, ropes and tape holding them in a sixty nine position. Jack stood above them, putting the finishing touches on their bindings.

“They’ll be in for quite a surprise when they wake up,” he said, patting Tammy’s bare ass, now missing her underwear.

“Looks like it’s up to you to keep us entertained until the sleeping beauties wake up,” Laine said from behind their helpless hostess, grabbing the remaining bandages wrapped around her head and yanking them off. She pushed Bev to her knees and stepped around to face her, ripping the tape off of her mouth and prying the wadded lump of panties from between her lips. “Show mommy how much you’d missed her,” she said, lifting her dress to reveal her bald pussy. She threw the dress over her toy’s head and pulled her face into her crotch. It took no further prodding; soon Bev’s tongue shot out and went to work.

“I love this time of year,” Laine said, looking up at her husband. He’d taken his dick out, stroking his shaft in his hand. He might wait for her to be done, but more than likely he’d tear her helpless plaything from her to service himself. She was alright with that. They had plenty of toys this year.