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All Hollow's Eve

by Piper

mc; Mg; M+g; Mdom; oral; mast; inc

Night had only begun to assert itself when Eve closed her front door and started the three-block trek to the house of her friend, Ashlyn. Several other girls would be dropped off at Ashlyn's house by their parents, and then all of the fifth graders would go trick-or-treating around the neighborhood with Ashlyn's parents. Group trick-or-treating had become a tradition among the girls over the past few years, although they met at a different house each time so other parents enjoyed a break.

Eve walked briskly along the sidewalk, crossing the street only at the corner of a block. The younger kids around her were not as careful. Small bunches of little elementary schoolers and even toddlers were walking around with their parents, often zigzagging across the street to stop at every house in order to avoid backtracking later. Now that the sun was setting, these early trick-or-treaters would be retiring soon, and Eve was glad she was old enough to stay out after dark.

Ashlyn had suggested that she and Eve work out a paired costume this year. That decision had started a week of friendly bickering over the type of costumes that they should choose, and later, who would wear each outfit. After several rounds of Rock, Paper, Scissors, it was decided that Eve would dress as a witch and Ashlyn would be her black cat. Their friends had liked the idea of pairing costumes but no one else could agree among themselves.

Several children scurried around Eve, followed by an exasperated father, as Eve turned up the short path connecting Ashlyn's porch to the sidewalk. Eve rang the doorbell and Ashlyn answered a few seconds later, naked and holding a large bowl of candy to her flat chest. Eve did a double-take. Ashlyn was not actually naked; she was wearing her green bikini spotted with tiny black stars. It was an outfit that Eve had not seen in months, and considering it was night in autumn, not a good choice.

“What the heck, Ash?” Eve stood stock-still in the doorway even as her redhead friend realized that it was not another trick-or-treater at her door.

The smile growing on Ashlyn's face twisted in confusion. She clutched the bowl in her hands defensively at Eve's tone. Drawing her eyebrows together, the under-dressed girl asked, “What?”

“Why are you dressed like that?!” Eve asked, her voice inching towards shrill. She even put her hands on her hips, something she had only seen teachers do before now.

The skinny redhead looked down at her bikini as if wondering what Eve could find wrong with it. She set the bowl of candy down on a small table that had been set up next to the door. Eve could see goosebumps rising on Ashlyn's pale skin as the cool outside air trickled into the house. With a half shiver, Ashlyn reached out and grabbed Eve's bicep, pulling Eve into the house so that she could close the door as she answered.

“I want to be a surfer girl for Halloween,” Ashlyn stated calmly in the face of her friend's shock.

“I- You- Ashlyn, you said you were okay with being a black cat.” Eve's hands hung loosely at her sides as she worked on processing the situation.

“No, I want to be a surfer girl for Halloween,” the redhead corrected, pulling up on either side of her bikini to lift it back up on her narrow hips. “I love showing off my hot little body.”

A long moment of silence followed, with Ashlyn apparently oblivious to the oddity of her statement. Eve was quickly growing worried for her friend. Something was certainly wrong with Ashlyn but Eve had no idea what was causing the strange behavior. More to break the silence than anything, Eve said in a strained voice, “Shouldn't you be, like, wearing a wetsuit? Don't surfers wear those?”

Ashlyn looked at the brunette flatly, as if Eve had just said something stupid. Then she said, “I like wearing my bikini all the time when I'm at home.”

Concern and fear warred on Eve's face. She crossed her arms nervously over her chest and spoke in a measured voice, as if talking to a dangerous person. “But we're going to leave soon, Ash. Don't you think it would be better to trick-or-treat as a cat?”

Ashlyn flinched when Eve said “leave” and a glint of determination lit her eyes. Enthusiastically, and sounding almost like her usual self, Ashlyn reached out and took Eve's hand. “You can't leave yet. You haven't said hi to Daddy.”

Eve resisted her friend's pull for a second before realizing that it would be better for Mr. Hollow to see Ashlyn. He might know what was wrong with her, and even if he did not, it would be a relief to turn the problem over to an adult. Ashlyn pulled Eve up the stairs by her hand until they reached the second floor. Probably alerted by the girls stomping up the stairs, Ashlyn's father appeared from his bedroom, closing the door behind him. While Ashlyn took her slender build and delicate features from her mother, it was clear that her red hair came from her father. He was dressed comfortably in jeans and a polo shirt, clearly not in the Halloween spirit even though he would be taking all of the girls around the neighborhood tonight.

“Daddy!” Ashlyn chirped excitedly, dropping Eve's hand and prancing over to the man. The redhead plastered herself against her father, pressing as much of her body against his side as possible, which would have looked sexual even if she had not been half naked. For his part, Mr. Hollow put a hand on Ashlyn's head but did not otherwise acknowledge her preening as he looked at Eve. Watching the pair of them, Eve realized that her flurry of emotions must be evident on her face.

“What's wrong, Eve?” the man asked, dropping his hand from his daughter's head.

The brunette swallowed and said tentatively, “Ash is being weird.”

Ashlyn craned her neck to look back at Eve over her shoulder without letting go of her father. The redhead glared for a moment and then turned back to bury her face against Mr. Hollow's chest. The man pulled at a thick silver chain that hung over from his right pocket. The chain was nearly a foot long and attached to the end of it was a silver pocket watch which fell heavily after being pulled out. The flat surface of the case had been polished to a mirror finish and it flashed brightly as the man held it up, letting it dangle on its chain from his clenched fist.

“I know,” Mr. Hollow said with a sigh as Eve frowned at the chain. “She's been a little upset over this.”

“Over what?” Eve asked, taking the bait and looking at the watch as it twisted back and forth on its chain. Every revolution sent light spinning off of it in a new way as the silver seemed to throw off even more light than was shining down from overhead.

“This right there. You see it? The mark. On the edge,” the man murmured, making no effort to stop the metal circle from twirling on its chain as he kept it at Eve's eye level.

“No, I don't,” Eve said, taking two steps forward without looking away from the spinning metal surface. If only the watch would stop moving, maybe she could see what the man was talking about. The brunette's arms hung limply at her sides and her bottom lip fell open as she gaped at the watch, trying to see what Mr. Hollow was talking about.

“You have to look closely,” he informed the preteen. “Block everything else out and focus on the watch. You just have to ignore everything but the watch and the sound of my voice.”

“But... what...” Eve blinked tiredly, trying to remember the problem that had brought them to this point. She glanced away from the watch for a moment and saw Mr. Hollow's free hand moving under his daughter's bikini bottom, sliding over her small butt. Before Eve could decide whether that was normal, a sparkle from the watch caught her eye and her attention snapped back to the spinning mirrored surface. She tried to remember what she had been about to say, but instead her mind echoed, “...your voice.”

“That's good, Eve,” Mr. Hollow's voice dipped into a drone, lulling the little girl into a state of relaxation. He continued drawing her attention to the watch and slowly began guiding her into a state of complete calm and safety. Soon the pocket watch comprised Eve's entire world and every time it flashed, it smoothed away any thoughts of her own. In their place, Mr. Hollow supplied new thoughts. Eve learned that she was Mr. Hollow's slave and that she loved serving her master. The only thing she wanted more than that was to keep him safe, so she knew that she could never tell anyone that she was his slave, or he would get in trouble.

“Lift up your dress, Eve,” Mr. Hollow said. That sounded like a good idea to the preteen. Everything her master said was a good idea. Without looking away from the slowly turning pocket watch, Eve picked up the front of her witch's costume to show her white panties underneath. The man made a disapproving sound and angled his head down to his daughter, still pressed against him. “Take those off of her. Then you can go.”

Eve noticed the movement as her friend let go and turned toward her. She heard the elastic snap as Mr. Hollow's hand slipped out and Ashlyn's bikini bottom snapped back against her waist. She felt the redhead's fingers curl under the waistband of her underwear and pull them down to her ankles, where Ashlyn manually lifted one foot at a time to pull off the small garment. Eve was aware of all of that but it was all secondary to the glinting silver spinning in front of her eyes.

“You're going to stay here tonight,” Mr. Hollow informed his new slave, finally lowering the watch and tucking it back into his pocket. “No trick-or-treating.”

Eve continued staring in the same direction as before, now looking at Mr. Hollow's chest. In a mumble, the girl said, “Yes...”

“Good. How about you wake up now?” the man clapped his hands sharply, twice. Emotion poured over Eve's bland expression as she realized that she was standing in front of her master. At the same time, she noticed that she was holding up her dress and showing off her bare slit. The little girl let go over her dress, but only so that she could close the short distance between them and wrap her skinny arms around the man.

“Master!” Eve said excitedly, looking up at his face. “Thank you for letting me come over tonight!”

Mr. Hollow reached a hand up to stroke Eve's cheek and the preteen trembled happily at the intimacy of the contact. Gruffly, the man asked, “So you don't mind that I made you a slave?”

“No, Master!” Eve said, wide-eyed and emphatic. “I've always wanted to be your slave. I love being your slave!”

“Are you sure you didn't just start wanting that a few minutes ago?” Mr. Hollow asked gently. His hand left her face, trailing along the curve of her spine until he could cup one butt cheek in his meaty fingers.

There was a short pause as Eve's thoughts strayed as far as they were allowed to go and rebounded back. The little girl repeated, “I've always wanted to be your slave.”

“I know, pet,” Mr. Hollow soothed. “I was just being mean.”

“Oh.” Eve tilted her head. She could not imagine her master ever doing anything mean.

“Never mind.” The man pulled away and twisted back to the bedroom he had come out of, opening the door and pushing it so that Eve could see inside. There were eight people in Mr. Hollow's bedroom.

Ashlyn's mother was laying on the near side of the king bed with one leg hanging over the edge of the mattress. The woman was naked and her large breasts shook as she took quick breaths. Despite her apparent recent exertion, Mrs. Hollow's eyes were glassy and she stared up at the ceiling, unseeing. Somehow two dildos, one black and one purple, had been wedged into her pussy together. They were slowly sliding back out of the woman with each breath, although their bulbous heads prevented either from falling out of her slit entirely.

On the floor under Mrs. Hollow's dangling foot were two crumpled yellow and red M&M costumes. Wendy and Megan had evidently decided on paired costumes after all. Wendy was crouched on the floor next to her discarded costumes. The preteen was on her knees and her face was pressed into a pillow that someone had thoughtfully placed on the carpeted floor, with her blonde hair spread out in a corona around her head. A man in his sixties was bent over her, thrusting into her from behind with wheezing grunts. He kept his hands on her narrow hips to hold her in place but the upper half of Wendy's body shifted bonelessly with each thrust. After one particularly vigorous thrust from the old man, Wendy's head turned on the pillow. She was unconscious and their were smears of cum where her face had been rubbing against the pillow.

On the far side of the bed, next to Mrs. Hollow, Megan was laying naked with her arms spread out in a large “T” and her feet together. The tiny brunette was almost invisible with the four naked men surrounding her. The first man, in his early thirties, was directly on top of the preteen, rhythmically penetrating her cunny and doing his best to avoid touching the hairy men around them both. The second man was about the same age and he stood next to the bed while Megan turned her head and craned her neck to suck on his cock. From the semen dribbling across her lips, either that man or one of the others had already cum on her face. The third man was the youngest, in his mid-twenties, and stood next to the bed as well. Megan weakly tried to pump her small fist up and down his shaft for him, but the man must have lost patience because he had wrapped his hand over her own and started jacking off with it. The fourth man knelt at the foot of the bed, holding his dick in his hands. He was rubbing the circumcised head across the preteen's toes, from the pinky toe of her left foot to the pinky toe of her right and back again. Cum, or precum, was dripping from the man's cock, coating Megan's toes and feet. Looking back, Eve saw that Wendy's toes were similarly caked with drying semen.

All five men looked up when Mr. Hollow pushed the door open. The old man forgot to keep his hold on Wendy's limp body, and she slid off his cock to crumple to the floor on her side. The two men standing next to the bed pulled their cocks away from Megan's mouth and hand. The remaining two men simply stayed in place, one with his cock inside of the small girl and the other leaking over her feet.

“Finally got another one,” Mr. Hollow said, placing his hand on Eve's shoulder. The brunette had pulled closer to him fearfully as she saw the depravity happening to her friends. The man continued, “I'm sure the others'll be over soon.”

The three men not standing began to resume their activities with the naked preteens. The other two, with their erections jutting out in front of them, began to circle the bed towards the door, leering at Eve. The petite girl took a half step backwards and sheltered more of her body behind Mr. Hollow's protective bulk. He extricated himself and bent a little to get closer to her eye level.

“Eve, you're going to earn me some money tonight, doing whatever these men want,” Mr. Hollow said, fixing her with an authoritative eye. Taking pity on the reluctance on the child's face, he added, “If you make them happy, I'll even fuck you later.”

“Really?” Eve brightened immediately. She was sure that she could do anything if she was rewarded with being used by her master. While she would have obeyed him regardless, she looked positively chipper as she said, “Okay, Master.”

Eve scurried into the sex room and into the arms of the two naked men. The younger one began pawing at her undeveloped body while the other tried to pull off her dress at the same time. Eve looked back over her shoulder at Mr. Hollow but the doorbell had rung and he was looking over his shoulder in turn. “Well, gents,” Mr. Hollow turned on his heel. “I'll go see if that's another of Ashlyn's friends.”
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