I was so looking forward to the Halloween party, the first one after I turned 18.

That was partly why I was so upset when Mom told me I needed to take my little brother to his party and worst of all, have to pick him up after because she was going to a party with her parents.

So, that is why I ended up with my sexy revealing costume in my backpack and not on my body. I was wearing denim shorts and a pink T-shirt so I could drive my brother to his party.

The next bad omen was my car not starting. I had to call Mom, and she said to talk to our neighbor, Bruce, an auto mechanic. His diagnosis was that the starter was dead, so my car was out of commission until the parts stores opened the following day.

So, I ended up walking my brother to his party, about 5 blocks away but fortunately in the same direction as my more young adult-oriented party. I was not planning to have sex or even mess around with anyone, but I was looking forward to trying out being a sexy 18-year-old and showing more skin than my mom was comfortable with.

I dropped Billy off at his party and the parents verified that I would be back to bring Billly home by 10 PM as they had somewhere else to be too. That gave me less than three hours at my party. Darn it!

I walked 7 blocks to my party and retreated to the bathroom to change into my costume. I was a simple ghost, a worn white t-shirt that used to be my fathers ... before.

Ok, simply put my father was in the military and was killed overseas several years ago. Fortunately, he was in good enough condition to have an open casket funeral. He looked so good in his uniform with his medals and awards on his chest.

Yes, the costume, such as it is, was the white t-shirt with the neck cutout to show my cleavage above the special low cut pink bra and the tiny matching bikini panties. I used a second shirt to make a hood so I could fully be the sexy little white ghost with excessive cleavage...

The shirt material was worn enough so that I could see through it well enough, which meant that my bra and panties were also clearly visible, as intended.

I thought the combo did a good job of showing off my recently acquired curves but looking in the mirror, I noticed that it seemed to be longer than I thought. Checking the medicine cabinet, I found a scissor and cut off a strip of about an inch off the bottom of the shirt.

Checking again, I decided to cut off two more inches.

Darn, now it is too short if I bent over at all, I would be showing my pink panties to anyone behind me. Well, I couldn’t sew it back on, not now.

It really showed off my shapely thighs and legs. I looked HOT, I think. A girl is self-conscious about this kind of thing.

Fuck it! Time to party!

I exited the bathroom and found some of my girlfriends. I had one spiked punch then simply canned soda. I try to be responsible. I might have had more if I didn’t need to pick up my little brother.

We danced, us girls, sort of as a group, flexible, some coming to join, some leaving. It was fluid but it seemed like the group never really totally left the dance area. The dining room actually.

I wonder where the table went.

Some boys tried to flirt with me, most of the ones who approached me seemed quite drunk. I got compliments from men and women on my ‘costume’.

I also got called a skank and a whore a time or two when someone’s boyfriend watched me too close.

Fuck’em, I was here to be seen and to party!

Before I knew it my phone alarm went off, and it was time to get my brother.

I found an open bathroom and changed my clothes again into my more wholesome street clothes, though mom would tell me the shorts were too short and the top too tight.

I had almost made it to the door when a boy I vaguely knew from the grade below me staggered in front of me. He somehow looked red and green at the same time, eyes glazed over.

He put his hands on both my shoulders and proceeded to projectile vomit all down my front, shirt and shorts soaked with vile smelling lumpy vomit.

The worst part ... it was mostly red – punch! Staining my clothes badly.

I pushed him off, totally disgusted, about to puke myself. I spun around to find the bathroom again, but my overly drunk friend again balanced on my shoulders and puked all over my back this time!

FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!

I made it to the bathroom again, a path forming in front of me both from the disgusting stinky vomit and from the laser beam eyes look of death that was radiating off me.

I don’t think I have ever been madder in my life.

Fuck, I was going to be late picking up my brother!

I stripped nude, I couldn’t get the ruined clothing off fast enough.

I rinsed the clothing in the sink best I could. Fuck, even my bra and panties were soaked with the stink and stains. Fucking bastard!

I felt like my body steamed with rage ... though maybe it was just the stink!

Some on pounded on the door, “Hurry up, gotta go!”

“Fuck off somebody fucking puked on me!” I raged back. Silence followed, so they were gone, for now.

I found a towel in the cabinet and there was soap and shampoo in the shower. I felt odd using someone’s shower that I really didn’t know but it was an emergency.

I showered as fast as I could, washing my hair quickly, then dried off with the towel just as fast.

I swiped the plastic bag from the mostly empty garbage can and loaded it with my wet, stinky clothes. Hopefully I could wash them when I got home, and they wouldn’t stain.

Fuck, that was my favorite pair of denim shorts!

Stuffed that bag in my backpack and donned the single piece of clothing I had that was not wet and stinky. The ‘ghost’ t-shirt.

I made the mistake of looking in the mirror.

What I saw horrified me. How could I be seen in public!

First, I looked like a drown rat. Hair wet and straggly, makeup gone. I could have applied more, but I was already late to get my brother. Then I glanced down. In the light the T-shirt hid nothing. I could see my nipples and the shape of my breast as well as hints of the pleasure land between my legs.

FUCK!

Of all the days for my car to die!

For mom to need me to drop off and pick up my brother!

To get fucking puked on, completely covered. Shit, I could still smell it.

I hoped it was from the wet bag in my backpack and not my body!

Holding my backpack to my chest instead of on my back I made a break for it, rushing out as fast as I could, head down and talking to no one.

I made it halfway down the first block before I even breathed. Then I slowed to assess things.

My nipples hard and stiff, tingling in the cold and rubbing obviously against the t-shirt as I moved the backpack to my back for comfort. I could feel every chill breeze on my naked cunt, not even a bush to help protect my lower lips from the chill air.

It was getting late for trick-or-treaters but there were a few groups still out though most porch lights were off now. People, gone, or out of candy.

On the next block, a group of probably 12-year-old boys accosted me. Getting eye fulls of my ass and pussy as they picked and pulled my shirt, followed by groping fingers on my ass, pussy and my tits.

I kicked one and bit another before they decided to leave me alone but not before one jabbed a painful finger into my mostly dry cunt. Fuckers.

I thought I would be raped in the next block as I ran into a group of men, possibly college aged, who shouldn’t be trick or treating, and maybe they weren’t, they were not in costume. I got felt up and fondled again. Called a whore, asked how much to get ass fucked. One even stuck a sharp finger into my asshole.

I yelped in response to that and wiggled away from that and the finger trying for my cunt.

I was saved from this group anyway by one who shooed the group away, telling them to leave me alone, she looks like she already had a rough night.

I was cold, shivering from adrenaline and fear.

‘Could tonight get any worse?’ I thought to myself.

I made it to the house where I was supposed to pick up my brother only to find it completely dark and deserted. The ring of the doorbell generated no response, not even a noise beyond the ringing of the bell itself.

I dug my phone out of my backpack. Shit! 10:15, I was late! Then I noticed a text message from Mom. I pressed it open.

“Honey, I decided to pick up your brother and bring him back to grandma and grandpa’s for the night, some cousins are here for him to play with. Have a good time at your party and be responsible. Love you. Mom.”

Damn it mom, The message hit my phone at 10:05, after I should have already picked him up. Was it the cell provider or did Mom forget to send it promptly?

“Shit, my night keeps getting worse.”

Fuck I was cold, my teeth nearly rattling in my head as I shivered. I needed to get home and take a long hot soak in the tub after I tossed my clothes in the washer.

I headed off in the direction of home. 5 blocks to walk.

Suddenly there were no people, both a blessing and kinda frightening. The eerie sudden silence but for the rattle of tree limbs in the wind and the mottled light of the half moon combined with the fact it was Halloween gave my goose bumps goose bumps.

I shivered again, hard. Pure unsettled fear this time. I walked faster.

At the next block I was wondering if this section of road had always been this dark. I could see only one or two house lights on each of the next few blocks. I couldn’t quite see my house yet but soon I would be able to.

It would not be soon enough.

I caught a glimpse of my broken car sitting forlornly in the driveway. I was almost jogging, two more blocks to go, the streetlights seemingly dimmer than usual. The small section of forest behind this row of houses pitch black as a cloud passed over the half-moon low in the sky.

I had no warning of my attack other than an extra breeze against my bare pussy.

A hand overed my mouth, hard and tight, preventing me from screaming before I was punched hard in the kidney.

My body and diaphragm locked, I couldn’t take a breath much less scream!

I was picked up from between my legs, a rough thumb jammed painfully in my cunt to keep me anchored. I started to feel faint and was just about to pass out as I started to reach the conclusion that there was a drugged cloth over my mouth.

Fuck, this was going to be bad!

I woke, cold on the ground, fully naked.

I tried to move, couldn’t, realized I was tied hands and feet to stakes in the ground. Something cloth was stuffed in and tied around my mouth.

‘No, No, NO!’ I screamed in my mind, body paralyzed in fear.

I was about to be raped at best, murdered at worst. Very possibly both!

I heard a noise, movement in the leaves of the forest floor, I probably wasn’t far from where I had been taken, just off in the trees.

The cloud cleared the moon, and I saw ... him.

A large man, about the height and build my father had been. For some reason I could not make out his features, though the rest of him was in stark relief in the moonlight. Almost like he wore a mask, but he didn’t. The effect was unsettling.

A fear shiver spiked through me to deep in my core.

Partly, no mostly, from the ... weapon ... that stood out horizontally from his groin. There was no fucking way that was a cock ... not a natural one anyway.

I had no way to measure it, obviously, tied up remember, but it looked to be 14-15” long and easily as thick as my wrist.

He turned more in profile and stroked it with a meaty hand. Fuck me, it IS a cock!

I fainted.

I woke to painfully hard slaps to my breasts, causing my torso to rock against the restraints. When he saw my open eyes glint in the moonlight, he slapped my face, hard. Forehand on one cheek, backhand on the other. My head rocked side to side. I saw brilliant stars in my head as my chest and face throbbed.

I think I pissed myself when I felt the fist sized cock head at my opening. I was not a virgin, but my almost boyfriend only got his head in before he erupted into the condom he was encased in.

“Don’t pass out this time, GIRL” he ordered in a deep tone that could break rocks, “I want you awake to feel this, I will inject you if I need to so you keep awake. You think your heart is racing now ... wait until I pump you full of pure adrenaline.”

His dark laughter melted my bones, and I wished the ground would swallow me up.

It felt like he was shoving an apple up my cunt, but I figured it was the head of his cock.

He felt like he was lubed at least.

I must have been partially a virgin, at least, he didn’t get much in before a sharp pain tore my insides open. I felt more wetness, probably blood, my blood.

This was going to be bad!

“This is one tight little fuckhole girl” he growled again, his voice making my brain quiver.

He pierced me slowly, hurting the whole way. I felt like he was fucking me with a baseball bat. At least what I assumed it would feel like getting fucked with a baseball bat.

Water poured down my cheeks like my eyes were raining.

I could not see his face, but I could see eyes. Glowing, slightly red eyes. Eyes full of evil and destruction.

My destruction.

I thought I was dying, but it was simply the beginning.

He started working my screaming cunt. Back and forth, in and out. I felt my vagina would be torn from my body with each out stroke, shoved to my stomach with each in.

He adopted a ¼” out, ½” in rhythm as my life, short as it was, flashed before my eyes.

He eventually hit something inside me. My cervix maybe, probably, not sure. Nothing had ever been even close to that deep inside me before.

He stopped fucking and just pushed, hard! So fucking hard!

My eyes quivered with unendurable pain as my insides were torn, rearranged.

Just when I figured I would die right there, the pain bloomed inside me as something tore free and he slammed further into me, hitting another wall.

The top of my womb perhaps? Again, a guess. I was being hurt in places I didn’t know I even had!

“Almost there little girl” he growled, voice rough and deep with malice, “dress like a cheep whore, get fucked like one.”

I went completely limp, body defeated by pain and violence, all but my eyes, my crying eyes. I was still conscious, barely, but I was.

He bruised my insides, tore me open and punished me.