Widow's Welcome
Copyright© 2021 by Snekguy
Chapter 3: Mind Your Manors
Horror Sex Story: Chapter 3: Mind Your Manors - With a wrecked car and no cellphone reception, Freddy seeks help in the only place he can, a run-down mansion that looks long abandoned. To his surprise, he finds a strange woman living there alone, but there's an ulterior motive to her gracious hospitality. (Spider woman/monstergirl Halloween story)
Caution: This Horror Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Reluctant Heterosexual Fiction Horror Paranormal FemaleDom Light Bond Oral Sex Petting Big Breasts Leg Fetish Halloween Slow Transformation
The tow truck’s engine roared as it dragged the wrecked Bronco out of the ditch that had been its home for the last couple of days, the deflated front tire digging a furrow in the wet mud. Freddy walked around the vehicle to get a look at the damage, his hands tightly stowed in the pockets of his jacket in an attempt to ward off the chill wind. The entire front quarter of his jeep had been submerged in dirty water, and the grill was full of debris from the storm, wet leaves and mud caking it.
The tow truck’s driver opened the door to the cab and hopped out, walking over to stand beside Freddy. He was an older man wearing a red checkered shirt that was struggling to contain his prominent beer belly.
“Yeah, you ain’t drivin’ outta here,” the man said as he reached up to adjust his cap. “I’m gonna need to take her back to the shop and give her a once-over. We’ll get that tire changed, check the engine for damage. I can pretty much guarantee you’re gonna need an oil change and new spark plugs at a bare minimum before she’s road-worthy again.”
“Fucking thing looks like you just dredged it out of a lake,” Freddy replied with a sigh. “I would have called for a tow sooner, but there’s no goddamned cell reception out here.”
“Yeah, the old roads in these woods are a bit of a death trap,” the driver replied as he turned to look back along the dirt track. “Every couple of years, someone has an accident down here. What we need is asphalt and some street lights, but you try convincing the county to do anythin’ about it.”
“Well, you have my insurance details,” Freddy said as he extended a hand to the man. “I appreciate you coming all the way out here.”
“You need a ride back to town?” the driver asked. “I don’t think there are any motels around here – not unless the squirrels have opened up a bed and breakfast.”
“Nah, I actually live nearby,” he replied as he turned to point into the woods. “There’s an old manor on a hill a few miles up the road.”
“The old Livingston place?” the man added skeptically. “I thought it was fallin’ apart? You look like you’re from out of town, so I’m guessin’ you bought it?”
“That’s right,” Freddy replied with a nod. “My fiance and I just moved in – that’s why I was driving up here. A few licks of paint, and the old place’ll be back to its former glory. It’s a beautiful property, it’s just been neglected without anyone around to take care of it.”
“Well, any man who can afford to snap up a mansion and still chooses to drive a car like this has my respect,” the driver added with a chuckle. “We’ll get her back up and runnin’, don’t you worry.”