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I hope to do more later but here's a start for you! More Splyf-esque and goofy than my usual perhaps ;-)


“Wow! Everyone round here really seems to go all out for Halloween, huh?” Jenny enthused.

“Looks like it!” her brother Jerry agreed. “Makes our pumpkins look a little lame!”

“Yeah but at least we know for next year!” Jenny shrugged. “Come on, let’s see what we can go collect! If they put this much effort into the decorations, I bet they give out some pretty good candy too!”

The twins had moved into the cul-de-sac with their parents when their dad’s job got moved early in the summer. So far it had not been too much of a challenge, although setting into a new school and making new friends always took a bit of time. They had worried that, a thirteen, their neighbours might judge them a little old for trick-or-treating but they had been assured that this was a street that loved Halloween and they’d be more than welcome to join in the festivities.

Not long after they got home from school, they had noticed the top of the road being blocked off with barricades like the Police our council put out when a marathon or parade is going to pass through the middle of the city. They had asked their parents to keep the curtains closed while the neighbours set out their lawn decorations so they could take it all in as a surprise and that was certainly what they got! Emerging onto the street, Jenny dressed as a wicked witch complete with hooked nose and green facepaint and Jerry as a vampire, they had found themselves in the middle of something more like a street party or village fair! Not every house had decorations or displays on the lawn, of course, as some families were helping out others but even the houses that stood empty had a bowl of sweets on the porch for Trick-or-Treaters on the honour system.

There were many children of various ages, all in costumes that had obviously had a lot of thought put into them, running from house to house excitedly filling their bags and buckets. The twins were pleased to note that they were not the oldest to be joining in – they recognised a couple of the neighbours they knew to be at least two years older than them. With a wave to their parents who had stayed home to hand out sweets, at least for the first hour or so, they set off.

The first couple of houses just had unattended bowls so they took a couple of pieces each for their bags and continued on their way. On the next lawn, something far more interesting was going on! A guillotine had been set up and man that they recognised as Mr Jenkins, a colleague of their dad’s, was stood beside it dressed as a French Revolutionary, complete with red hat! Beside the guillotine was a cart on which a headless body, dressed as a noble, lay. What caught their attention far more, however, was the row of spikes beside it, five in total, one of which sported the obviously very real head of Emily Jenkins, his middle daughter.

“It was her idea so she volunteered to go first!” Mr Jenkins laughed, seeing their surprise. “She thought she might last a little bit longer than she did ‘though!” There was a giggle from the guillotine and the twins looked down to see another girl, around their own age, also dressed as a French aristocrat, with her head locked into it.

“Hi!” the girl grinned up at them, “Do you want to have a go?” Behind the guillotine stood three more similarly-dressed girls, all around the same age and all looking very excited to be there. Their hands were tied with rope but it looked pretty loose and was obviously more for effect than any real need for restraint. “It’s pretty fun!”

“A go?” Jerry asked, “What do you mean?”

“At the game!” the girl grinned. “It’s the ultimate Extreme Trick or Treat!”

“Maybe I’d better explain!” Mr Jenkins stepped forward again. “See here?” He pointed down the side of the guillotine where roughly twenty lollipops were sticking out of the wood. “Each time we raise the blade, the trigger moves to a random hole, even I don’t know which one, and it’s never the same one twice in a row. You each pull out a lollipop and if you happen to select the right one, the blade comes down and off comes Mandy’s head!”

“Wow that sounds cool!” Jenny gasped, “But isn’t it kinda scary for you?” she asked the girl who’s head was at risk.

“Nah it’s exciting!” she grinned. “Plus to make it fair, we’ve agreed that we’ll each stay in here for ten goes at a time, that way everyone gets a chance. Wouldn’t be much fun for the others if one of us was just in here all evening! Mind you, poor Emily went out with the second pick so she barely got to enjoy herself!”

“How many are you on right now?” asked Jerry.

“Seven.” Mandy replied after thinking for a moment, “You’d be seven and eight. So you going to try it?”

“Too right!” Jerry grinned. He stepped forward, looked carefully at the lollipops for a moment as if he may be able to tell something about them by looking, then selected one and quickly pulled it out. Nothing happened. There was an audible groan from the waiting girls.

Next, Jenny stepped up to take her turn. Figuring that the trigger would most likely be somewhere in the middle to make it harder to guess, she selected the lollipop in the top left-hand corner of the grid. As soon as she did so there was a click, then a whooshing sound. She leapt back in alarm and before she knew it, the blade had cut through the young girl’s neck, dropping her head into the waiting basket. The blood splashed onto the grass and Jenny’s shoes as Mr Jenkins hoisted the blade back up into position.

“Well done!” He congratulated Jenny, picking up the head out of the basket and ramming onto the spike next to his daughter’s before lifting the limp, decapitated body onto the cart. Jenny couldn’t help feeling a little guilty but absolutely nobody, including the beheaded girl, looked remotely upset! In fact her face was locked into a broad grin which she would not wear until her flesh rotted away, assuming the heads were to be left on the spikes. “As the one who triggered the blade,” Mr Jenkins explained, “you get to pick the next girl!” This was an honour Jenny was not entirely sure she wanted but the remaining three girls were all looking at her pleadingly, bouncing up and down in their enthusiasm to be picked.

“Umm… You!” Jenny pointed to a tall redhead with very pretty green eyes.

“Yes!” exclaimed the chosen girl as the rest sighed. Mr Jenkins untied the rope around her wrists and re-tried them behind her back then led her to the freshly-vacated guillotine, blood still dripping from the blade, and locked her in place.

“Umm… good luck?” Jenny wished her a little nervously, dropping the fatal lollipop into her sack and following her brother onto the next attraction. After a few more help-yourself houses they came to a lawn where a group of three teenage girls, all dressed as witches like Jenny, although having gone for a more glamorous interpretation, were stood around a large iron cauldron over a real fire. In the cauldron, which the “witches” were taking it in turn to stir, were three younger girls, aged between six and nine, all apparently naked and giggling as they squirmed around among the floating root-vegetables, trying to avoid the large spoon.

“Hi!” Jenny smiled at them. “Awesome costumes!”

“Thanks!” a dark-haired girl with purple eye-shadow that matched her striped stockings replied warmly. “You look great too! You going in for the trial later?”

“What trial?” Jenny asked, intrigued.

“The witch trial!” the brunette grinned. “Don’t you know about it?”

“Oh it’s SO much fun!” a blonde with bright orange lipstick and a very low-cut dress that Jerry couldn’t help noticing enthused, “Everyone who wants to go in for it has to be dressed as a witch and the witchfinders do all sorts of tests like they used to do in the olden-days to find witches, and decide which of us is the chief witch and the winner gets to be star of the show!”

“Wow that does sound kinda cool!” Jenny grinned. “I might just do that! Do I have to sign up somewhere?”

“No, just come when they make the announcement. I’ve done it three years in a row, hopefully it’s my turn this time!”

“Well good luck!” Jenny grinned, thinking it would be fun to get involved in local traditions and happy that her new neighbours were so willing to include her. “So what are you doing here?”

“Making Little Sister Stew!” a girl with light-brown hair, green makeup and fishnet stockings explained with a grin. “It should be ready in about an hour if you want some, just in time to enjoy a mug before the trial!”

“So you’re really cooking them?” Jerry asked, watching the happy little girls splashing around and giggling, “They do know, right?”

“Well duh!” The brunette in purple laughed, “It was basically their idea!”

“Hey, there’s some caramel apples here for trick-or-treaters if you fancy one to keep you going until the stew is ready?” The blonde handed the spoon to her friend and picked up a tray, offering it to the twins.

“They’re not poisoned or anything are they?” Jerry asked, laughing a little nervously.

“Nah, not this yeah!” The girl replied with a wink. He took one and bit into it with some trepidation but it was nothing but a normal, delicious caramel apple. Jenny took one too and began to munch happily as they waved to the witches and the girls in the pot before continuing on their way.


What is going to happen to the bodies of the decapitated girls at Mr Jenkins guillotine after the trick-or-treating is done I'm kinda hoping Jenny and her family get to keep it


Any chance there are going to be girls walking around naked with their cuts of meat drawn on them as their costume


To be honest, I've not quite decided. I have a few ideas. I have two more "Classic monster" games for them then the Witch trials which should be lots of fun!


Hmm that wasn't something I'd considered - I suspect in that world that would be deemed too normal and not spooky/scary! Hehe


Of course I SAY two more - could turn into six or seven as the mood siezes me :-p


A short little episode for your entertainment :-)


“What do you think’s going on here?” Jerry asked, peering with intrigue at a sign that said “Danger! Scientist at work” and an arrow pointing towards a garage beside one of the houses. The garage door was open and hanging from it was a heavy plastic curtain such as you might see in a hospital or abattoir. As they approached, a group of five small children ran out giggling. There was dramatic music coming from inside the garage and some theatrical smoke leaked out under the curtain. Otherwise there was nothing to indicate what was happening inside.

“Guess there’s only one way to find out!” Jenny grinned and led the way through the curtain, her brother following close behind. Inside, they were greeted by a boy and girl slightly older than the twins, wearing artificially stained white lab coats, thick goggles and grey, “mad scientist” wigs.

The inside of the garage was set up to look like a science lab with elaborate equipment, glass tubes filled with coloured liquids and Tesla coils arching and sparking. In the middle, however, was the main attraction – a wooden bench angled at forty-five degrees so trick-or-treaters could see what was on it. On the bench lay a naked girl of around fifteen, her body painted a mottled light green with her nipples a darker shade, the same as her lipstick and eye-shadow. At various points on her body were clearly superficial but very real cuts with big black stitches through them, making it look as if she was sewn together from various different bodies – clearly meant to represent Frankenstein’s monster.

She had a heavy metal collar around her throat and was strapped down by her wrists and ankles. Sharp metal probes had been inserted under her skin in various different places over her body with wires trailing from them. As the twins looked in awe, and not a small amount of arousal in Jerry’s case, she growled and thrashed around on the table, clearly very much enjoying playing her part and really getting into it.

“Wow! This is really cool!” Jenny exclaimed, then she recognised the girl on the table. It was not somebody she knew well but she recognised her from school. The girl was two years above her and was known to be one of the stars of the science club.

“Isn’t it just?” The boy scientist grinned, “She designed it all herself. We helped her build it ‘though, with a bit of help from my mum and her dad!” The monster girl continued to growl and made a show of struggling against her restraints.

“So what happens here?” asked Jenny.

“You have to pull the switch here.” The girl scientist indicated a large, sprung lever switch of the kind that might reasonable be expected in Dr. Frankenstein’s laboratory or close to an Electric Chair in a prison. “Candy comes out underneath.” She explained, pointing to a small metal trough of the kind found at the bottom of slot machines. “As you pull the switch,” she continued, “a disc spins inside with different resistors. Wherever it stops, that’s the amount of electricity she gets. Could be anything from a mild tingle to a fatal shock. Wanna try it?”

“Sure!” Jenny grinned but her brother pushed in front of her.

“Sorry,” he said, “but with your track record, I want to go first! Otherwise you might finish her off before I get a chance.” The girl strapped to the table roared and snarled as he approached the switch but all very much in character. Jerry took hold of it with both hands and pulled it down. There was a whirring sound then what looked like quite a sizeable jolt of electricity was passed through the girl’s naked body. Her scream sounded very genuine and for a second Jerry was worried he had actually killed her which would be quite a shame so early in the evening but a few seconds later she began to thrash and growl once more.

Jerry collected his small handful of sweets from the trough and stepped back to let his sister take her turn. The switch had automatically sprung back up once he had released it and Jenny took hold of it, finding it stiffer than she expected and realising the smaller children must have had help, and pulled it down. The whirring sound came again and again the girl stiffened as the current was passed through her but there was no scream this time and she resumed her in-character protests almost immediately.

“So what happens if she survives the evening?” Jenny asked, retrieving her reward.

“Then I guess she has to get some proper stitches done at the hospital,” laughed the boy-scientist, “and she doesn’t have to come up with anything new for next year! Personally,” he chuckled, “I don’t think she will make it too late into the night. There’s only six possible outcomes every time the lever is pulled and we’re expecting a lot more people yet. It’s not just people who live here that come to see what we’ve laid on,” he explained, “this street is pretty famous all around the county and people come from miles away to check out our displays and games each year!”

“So what happens when she snuffs it?” Jerry asked, a little indelicately. “You just keep shocking her corpse?”

“She suggested dissection,” the girl scientist replied, “if she dies too early in the evening. You know, cut her head open and take out her brain, that sort of thing? Then, if there’s time we can stitch her back together and try to shock her back to life.” She laughed. “Otherwise we can put bits of her in pickling jars and use them as decorations next year!”

“Sounds like fun!” Jenny grinned. “Good luck!” She waved at the monster-girl who broke character for just a second to waggle her restrained hand in the closest approximation she could manage of a wave before very quickly returning to her in-character roaring and thrashing.

“Wow, that was pretty intense!” Jerry chuckled as they made their way back up the driveway to the street. “What do you think we’re going to find next?”


Great story so far! I love the casual nature of it all. Thank you very much for writing and posting it and I hope to see more from you.


Thanks! It's lots of fun to write - a nice break from the more serious one I'm working on. If you've not already, check out my archive of finished stories!


Nice, looks somewhat similar to my "meatgirl expo" story and "torture festival" idea

I like this kind of type way more ;) and finally, you decided to do it.
Maybe you will come up with some ideas that will be worth turning into pictures or separate story too ;)

Although I think there could be a bit more trickery or danger, not just snuffing everyone around without any penalty.


My main inspiration was Splyf's stories like Summer Fair and Dolcett Palace :-) It is certainly fun to write as a bit of a change from my normal style :-)


This is what I was asking you to do all that time ;)

by the way what are those main characters here? I expected that they will be from that babysitter story.
You made no effort at all to introduce them :)


I had originally intended to use the babysitter characters but they would not have fitted the more cartoonish tone of this one. Jenny and Jerry are 13yo twins new to the area - there's really nothing more to know about them :-)



The next four houses all had honour bowls outside but the lawn display of the fifth one caught the twin’s eye. Two sets of gallows had been set up with a little girl hanging from each, one looked to be around ten years old and the other maybe eight. The older girl had her hair in twin braids while the younger’s was in a simple pony-tail. Both were naked except for long white socks. A pair of stools were placed just behind the gallows and the girls had clearly not been hanging for long as they were still giggling as they twisted around and fought for breath. What made the scene especially amusing were the signs specifying the terrible crimes for which they were being executed – the older girl was guilty of having terrible taste in music and the younger was condemned for her stinky feet! The twins were pretty sure the girls themselves had been the ones to specify each other’s crimes.

“Break time!” A mature woman, presumably their mother, who the twins had not noticed before, stepped forward and nudged the stools forward a little so the girls could stand on tip-toes and get a little respite. The girls, still giggling, made sighs of relief as they enjoyed the minute or so of recovery time they were allowed before their next dangle. “Here you go!” The woman picked up a large bowl of candy and offered it to the twins who took the fancy-looking wrapped chocolates gratefully.

“So they’re not actually going to die tonight?” Jenny asked, looking up at the sweaty little girls, their flat chests heaving and their hands tied behind their backs.

“Oh, sure they are!” the woman replied, setting down the candy bowl and checking her watch to see how long was left before she needed to take the stools away again. “Just not too quickly. They want to put on a good show for as many people as possible.”

“Ah, good for them!” Jerry finished up his caramel apple and looked around for somewhere to put the bare stick.

“I’ll take that, if you like?” The woman held out her hand and Jerry gave her the stick. “Right!” She checked her watch again. “If you’ll excuse me, it’s time for these two little reprobates to face justice for their crimes once more!” The girls gave little yelps, as much of excitement as fear, as the stools were taken out from under them and they found themselves twisting in the air once more.

The next lawn looked very appealing indeed to Jerry! A boy in his mid-teens, dressed in full theatrical costume and makeup as a vampire was sat on a kind of throne while either side of him, a naked girl was chained to a post with a thick metal slave-collar around her neck and her hands cuffed behind her back. Both were beautiful with long, black hair. One looked to be around twelve or thirteen while the other was around sixteen. It would be a fair guess that they were the older and younger sisters of the vampire boy. While the older girl obviously has the larger breasts, the younger girl was no late bloomer and seemed well on her way to a decent rack too. Both had trim figures with flat stomachs, shapely legs and nice round butts. Both were completely shaved from the neck downwards and their pale skin practically glowed in the warm orange of the street-lights, contrasting sharply with their black hair. At various points over their bodies were twin puncture wounds, some of which still had a little blood dribbling from them.

“Velcome, honoured guests!” The boy stood and greeted them with in an over-the-top Romanian accent, sounding more like the Count from Sesame Street than any character from a horror movie, “Velcome to my dark feast. You vill see zat ve have no candy to give you but I offer you somezing far sveeter. He stepped across to the older girl and opened his mouth wide, showing the high-quality fake fangs he was wearing. He bit into the flesh at the top of her arm, causing her to wince in pain but otherwise she made no complaint. He made a show of languidly sucking the blood that welled up around the wound.

“But please, you are my honoured guests!” He produced two small tools from beneath his cape. They were specially adapted garden tools – two-pronged forks sharpened to a fearsome point and with wide rubber corks pressed down onto the prongs to prevent the sharpened tips being pushed in any deeper than a little less than a centimetre. “Take, please!” He held them out, “Feast!”

“Umm, okay?” Jenny took the vicious-looking implement a little hesitantly.

“Can we drink from anywhere?” Jerry asked, his eyes practically glowing with excitement.

“Anyver below ze neck!” the vampire boy explained. “Their heads and necks belong to me!” He gave a classic, over-the-top vampire laugh.

Jerry approached the older girl, licking his lips and he looked at her surprisingly so-far unpunctured chest. Seeing that her brother had very quickly chosen which girl he wanted, Jenny went to the younger of the two and walked around her looking for somewhere to “bite” that would be quite easy and probably wouldn’t cause the victim too much distress. It was not as if she was not used to the idea of girls being killed and eaten or even used for entertainment, in fact she had indirectly killed one girl already that very evening and risked killing another but this was the first time she was being asked to inflict a wound directly, by her own hand, and she found herself feeling just a little squeamish.

She settled on the girl’s pleasingly round bottom, which already sported three sets of “bite marks”. She touched the metal points to the skin and tried to push.

“You have to do it with a bit of speed.” The bound young girl explained, “Kind of ram it in! Don’t worry,” She giggled, noticing Jenny’s shocked face, “we’ve both had quite a lot of alcohol before we started tonight, I can barely feel anything!”

“How does that work?” Jenny asked. “Wouldn’t pain-killers have been more effective?”

“Maybe but they might have messed up the taste of our blood.” The girl explained. “The drink, if it does anything at all to the flavour, should actually make it taste better! It also thins the blood so it doesn’t clot so quickly and you get a bit more from each hole you make so please, go ahead!”

“Well, okay?” Jenny looked at the tool in her hand then at the smooth, pale flesh of the girl’s right buttock. With a quick movement, she brought the tips of the tool down hard, piercing the skin and sinking in as deep as the corks would allow. With a slightly awkward yank, she pulled the spikes out and knelt down to suck the blood from the wound.

She had never tasted any blood other than her own before and was surprised how pleasant it was. Certainly there was the strange metallic edge to it but it was salty too with an almost fruity undertone, perhaps the result of the alcohol in the girl’s blood. Despite her protestations of numbness, the preteen had given a slight gasp of pain when the spikes went in but, from the sound of things, enjoyed the feeling of Jenny sucking the blood from the fresh wound.

Standing up and wiping her mouth, checking that the bleeding had more or less stopped, Jenny looked over at her brother who was greedily sucking the blood from the teenager’s left breast while cupping and fondling her right.

“Come on!” She laughed, “Leave some for the next people, eh?” Reluctantly, Jerry released the girl and stepped back, practically tripping over two small children who had just come onto the lawn to see what this game might be. He quickly apologised and Jenny knelt down to speak to them.

They were a girl and a boy, maybe two years apart in age and presumably brother and sister. The boy, who looked about five years old, was dressed in a chef’s uniform with an apron stained with obviously fake blood. He was gleefully wielding a plastic meat-cleaver. The roughly seven year old girl was stark naked despite the slightly chilly evening and covered in markings made with a felt-tip pen – dotted lines showing the various cuts of meat and words labelling them.

“Wow, you two look great!” Jenny grinned at the youngsters.

“Thanks!” The little boy grinned, proudly showing his cleaver to her, “I’m a butcher!”

“I can see that!” Jenny laughed. “And what about you?” she asked the girl with a cheeky smile, “Are you one of his customers?”

“No!” The girl giggled, “I’m his meat girl!”

“Oh of course!” Jenny chuckled as if this was a new revelation and she was very silly to have not noticed, “I should have realised. Well, you certainly look very tasty! Can I have your leg for my dinner when he chops you up?”

“No, silly!” The girl giggled even harder, “It’s just pretend!”

“Yeah! Look!” The little boy swung the plastic cleaver against his sister’s arm. “Chop! Chop!” he exclaimed as he did so. “See? It’s pretend!”

“Aww that’s a pity!” Jenny smiled. “Perhaps I can find someone else to eat later?”

“Probably!” The girl smiled. “Have a nice evening.”

“You too!” Jenny stood and ruffled the girl’s hair.

“Come on!” Jerry pointed excitedly to the garage of the next house which appeared to be decorated like a medieval dungeon. “Let’s go see what’s going on in there!”



The inside of the garage was straight out of a gothic horror movie. There were gibbet cages, an iron maiden, various chains and spiked implements hanging from the walls and the whole area was lit only with candle-light. Some of the candles were mounted on the walls while others were melted to the top of very real-looking skulls. Jenny couldn’t help wondering if they belonged to girls who had given their all to entertain in previous years and now got to be part of the festivities for ever more. It was quite a nice thought, in a way.

A low safety-fence made from spiked chain-link was set up to prevent visitors from walking too far into the garage and it was almost immediately apparent why! A huge iron pendulum, sharpened like an axe, hung from the ceiling, swinging back and forth. It was swinging not from front to back or side to side but rather corner to corner, making a deep, almost throaty swishing sound as it scythed through the air. Beneath it, strapped to what looked like some kind of altar, covered in red velvet, was a girl of maybe eleven or twelve with doll-like prettiness and a mane of curly golden-blonde hair. She was dressed in a kind of night-gown which was white but so sheer she may as well have been naked. He small breasts pointed up towards the ceiling like white-chocolate Toblerone segments as her chest heaved in a mixture of fear, arousal and anticipation.

“Behold the fate of the hapless maiden!” A sonorous voice intoned and a black-cloaked and hooded figure stepped out of the shadows. The hood was pulled so far forward that, in the dim light cast by the candles, the twins could only make out the vague outline of a chin. “See how she is condemned by the greed of others!” The ghoulish figure continued.

From the ceiling, on the public side of the chain fence, hung a fairly small cast-iron cauldron. The cloaked man put his hand on it and pushed down. As he did so, the twins saw the swinging blade raise a few inches away from the girl.

“With each treat that is taken,” the black-clad figure explained, “the blade sinks a little lower. When it falls low enough, the maiden shall be no more! Sliced in two like a common earth-worm beneath the gardener’s shovel. Will yours be the treat that spells her doom?” He removed his hand from the cauldron allowing it to rise back up a little and the swinging blade to lower. It was, however, still a clear foot from the girl’s taught belly and the twins were fairly sure the few sweets they took out would not be enough to make it fall so far. After all, they reasoned, the entertainment was supposed to carry on for a few hours yet and the family who had set up this macabre scene would not want their part of the entertainment to be over too quickly. Unless, of course, like Mr Jenkins the revolutionary, they had other girls lined up to take the place of the blonde should she be bisected too quickly! With a glance at each other, they decided it was worth the risk.

Reaching into the cauldron, they each took a small handful of sweets. The blade dropped by no more than half a centimetre. A fair few more visitors would be able to help themselves before the girl would be in any real danger. The spectacle was very intriguing, ‘though, and Jerry especially decided he wanted to come back later and see if he could catch the moment the blade dropped low enough to slice the girl in half. With hurried thanks to the black-cloaked ghoul, they turned and left, passing a small pack of werewolves on their way in as they did so.

The next house with a front garden display had taken a rather different approach. Instead of being based around a classic monster or Victorian chiller, they had taken inspiration from the movies from the couple of decades either side of the turn of the Millenium, when eating people of any kind had been illegal and families of cannibals living in remote areas were still something to base a horror movie around.

“Welcome, one and all!” a man dressed as a hillbilly exclaimed in an exaggerated deep-south accent as they approached. “Step right this way for the best barbecue and chilli this side of the Mississippi!” A stand was set up on the lawn like a wooden market stall. “Papa Sawyer’s Award-Winning BBQ’N’Chilli Hut” was written in big red letters across the top.

On the stall was a big pot of bubbling chilli and a hot-plate keeping warm some pieces of meat that had clearly once been part of a teenage girl. Very little effort had been made to disguise the meat, in fact one piece was clearly a hand and another very obviously a breast, but the twins supposed that was all part of the fun. A few bones could be seen bobbing around in the chilli pot and other bloody remains were scattered in a heap next to the stand.

Behind the stand, however, was what the twins found far more fascinating. Chained by their wrists and hanging from a metal rail which was probably a specially adapted clothes rail were two teenage girls, naked and smeared with what looked like blood but, judging by the slightly sweet, tangy smell, was far more likely to be barbecue sauce. They screamed and protested at theatrical volume, begging to be let go. For a second Jenny wondered if they really were as unwilling as they seemed but then one, horse from the yelling, began to cough causing the other to break character and start laughing.

“Sorry about that!” the girl who had coughed turned to the twins with a grin. “Don’t let that put you off, I’m quite healthy I promise! Just all the screaming, you know?” Jenny laughed while Jerry admired the lithe, naked and, essentially, basted bodies, particularly enjoying the way the girls’ perky tits jiggled as they writhed and pretended to struggle against their restraints.

“Why! Quite a noisy little one, aren’t you?” A woman in a tatty blonde wig and pink chiffon dressing gown, affecting the same red-neck accent as the man, pretended to chastise the girl who had broken character and talked to the twins. “Bubba? Where’s my baby boy, huh?”

Lumbering out from the porch of the house where he had been hiding came a large man with a big belly wearing a blood-stained checked shirt that was several sizes too small for him but most striking was his face which was covered with a mask made from sewn-together scraps of what looked like human skin – possibly from the girl who was currently providing the stock for the food stand?

Instead of the chainsaw which the twins had rather expected, he was carrying a rechargeable electric carving knife. Jenny couldn’t help but giggle when she saw this.

“So how’s about a bowl full of my famous chilli?” The first man suggested.

“It does smell really good!” Jerry admitted, “And I’m pretty hungry!”

“Me too!” Jenny apprached the stand with her brother.

“Well this oughta fill you up!” The man grinned, showing artificially blackened teeth, “Put some meat on your bones!” He ladelled two helpings of chilli into paper bowls, added a biodegradable plastic fork to each and handed them over. The twins took them gratefully and began to scoop the reddish-brown substance into their mouths. It tasted every bit as good as it smelled.

“Wow that was really good!” Jerry enthused, handing the empty bowl back to the man who dropped it into the bin hidden under the counter. “Old family recipe?”

“You know it, little buddy!” The man winked, clearly enjoying playing his character, “With one special, secret ingredient. Hey, Bubba!” He shouted over his shoulder, “Pots getting kinda low. Can you find me some more of that special meat we keep out back?”

“This is it!” Jenny heard the girl who had laughed whisper to the girl with the cough. Clearly neither of them were especially good at keeping in character but somehow that just made the whole display more charming. “Wonder which of us he’s going to choose?”

“Bubba” lumbered mutely over to the hanging girls and seemed to inspect them for a few moments, then he stretched out his free hand and squeezed the buttock of the laughing girl, a brunette of sixteen or seventeen. Apparently satisfied, he activated the knife and carved off a big chunk of meat. He scream was clearly genuine – however willing a girl might be to be cut up and eaten, having a lump of flesh carved off is always a painful experience. After pausing a moment as the girl gasped and tried to catch her breath, he turned to the other girl, a blonde around a year younger than the other, and carved off her right breast. Happy that he had enough meat, he lumbered over to the cook, presumably Papa Sawyer, who took a big knife and chopped the meat into small pieces before scooping them up and dropping them into the chilli.

“Be sure to tell your friends!” He called after the twins as they made they turned to leave with renewed energy thanks to the delicious chilli, “Best barbecue and chilli in town!”

“That was really funny!” Jenny observed to her brother as they collected candy from a few more unattended bowls. “It seems so weird they used to make horror movies about cannibals!” She laughed. “It’s just another kind of meat!”

“Yeah but people didn’t used to know that.” Jerry reminded her. “I hear there’s still some people who think it’s wrong to eat women and girls.”

“Well they don’t think we should start eating boys do they?” She made a show of retching and sticking her fingers down her throat. “That would just be gross!”

“Nah, they think it’s wrong to eat people at all!”

“Weirdos!” The young teen laughed again. “After all, if we’re not supposed to be eaten, why are we made of meat?”

“Very good point!” Her brother laughed. “But aren’t boys made of meat too?”

“Gross, chewy meat!” Jenny stuck her tongue out at him. “Might be okay for pet-food I suppose! Girls are made from tender, delicious meat!”

“Speaking of delicious meat,” Jerry interjected, “why don’t we go back and see how the witches’ stew is coming along?”

“You hungry again already? You just had chilli!” laughed Jenny. “Why don’t we check a couple more gardens first?

“I guess.” Jerry grumbled. “Hey, what’s that?” He pointed to a large shape neither of them had paid particular attention to before, so distracted had they been with all the displays, games and entertainments. It was a tall, conical structure, around ten feet high and covered in a huge sheet. If it had been a little later in the year, they might have assumed it was a Christmas tree.

“Probably something to do with the witch trial later.” Jenny suggested. “Look,” she pointed to the small stage and big wooden pool set up next to the covered object, a chair with some kind of mechanism beneath on the edge. “I’m sure I saw something like that in a movie about witch hunters once.”

“Ah right, that makes sense!” Jerry agreed. “So are you going to go in for that?”

“Yeah, I think so.” Jenny nodded. “Sounds like fun and we did say we wanted to get more involved in the local community if we’re going to be staying here a while.” They passed through a group of seven or eight teenagers dressed as zombies, all shambling along with their arms outstretched and groaning. It was a surreal and slightly unnerving experience, even after everything they had already seen that evening.

“Oh wow!” Jerry exclaimed as they entered the next garden. “What on Earth is going on here?”


Quick update - all I had time for in the end :-)


“Wow!” Jenny exclaimed as they walked away, “Nobody would ever believe that if we described it to them!”

“I know, right?” Jerry was still reeling from the experience. “I never knew something could be so gruesome but so sexy at the same time.”

“I thought you were going to be sick at one point.” Jenny teased.

“I almost was!” admitted Jerry, a little sheepishly, “And I’m pretty sure I, you know,” he blushed, “in my pants.” Whatever else happened that evening, it was going to have to go a very long way to top the show in that garden. Whoever had come up with the mix of torture, sensual delight, blood and chocolate surely had an imagination wasted on neighbourhood street-parties and should have been working for some big entertainment company. Mind you, it was quite possible that they did. After all, industry professionals have to live somewhere and would surely welcome a chance to share their talents with friends and neighbours.

“I don’t even know how I would describe it if I tried!” Jenny mused as they wandered up the road, back towards the garden with the witches making Little Sister Stew. “I’m pretty sure reading about it would be almost as mind-blowing as watching.

“Part of me doesn’t even want to think about it as it was so disgusting,” Jerry thought out loud, “but an even bigger part of me wants to go and watch it all over again!”

“I’m not sure I could handle it a second time.” Jenny admitted, “But I’m pretty sure I’ll be thinking about it a whole lot next time I’m in the bath with the door locked!” She winked at her brother who blushed again.

From the screams and growls they heard as they passed the garage with the mad scientist lab inside, the monster-girl was still very much alive. Both twins had the same thought although they did not tell the other – they wondered if the girl strapped to the table was actually hoping to survive the evening or whether each time someone pulled the lever, she hoped it would deliver the fatal shock. Jenny couldn’t help but imagine herself in her place, naked and vulnerable, utterly at the mercy of the public and random chance. It was a far more exciting thought than she really wanted to admit.


You're such a tease!

Still the best halloween story I've read on any site this year!


Haha I know I'm cruel! Glad you're enjoying it 'though :-D


This is just all perfect ;)
Can't be any better :)

You know it is actually the first time with you when I wish the story to go a little slower and more detailed as usual because it will end to soon otherwise ;)

You seem to be quite a sadist yourself to, end it in this way LOL

although I was wondering where all those body parts for the BBQ came from and read that part few times to see if i did not missed something.


It's not over yet - there's still the witch trial to come. The body parts are from a third girl they chopped up earlier :-)


yes I know, but looks like I will have to wait a bit for that witch trial ;)
With that third girl, it took quite some time to find out. I assumed that maybe I missed something about those 2 girls there or there should be a third one somewhere ;)


On the contrary, I am on page 3 of the next installment as we speak ;-)

Yeah it probably wasn't super clear - I figured that they mention of obvious girl-meat and the few bones strewn around would be enough for people in infer from :-) No idea who she was, it doesn't really matter :-)



It did not take the twins long to get back to the garden where the three teenage witches were still taking it in turns to stir the large cauldron. Only now, there were no happy little girls splashing around in it and, hanging from a small apple tree by their hair were three cute severed heads.

“Hey! Back for some stew?” The redhead grinned, taking a large paper cup and ladling some it. “It’s really good!” She held it out and Jenny took it while the witch prepared a second cup for Jerry. It was really more of as thick soup with small pieces of meat and vegetables floating in it. Jenny took a sip and agreed that it was, indeed, really tasty!

“How much longer did they last?” Jerry asked, tasting his own cup and enjoying it very much.

“About fifteen or twenty minutes, I guess?” the blonde witch answered. “It takes quite a while for the water to heat up but once it does it goes from kinda hot to boiling really fast! Once they passed out we cut their heads off and cut up their meat so it would cook quicker.”

“When they passed out?” Jenny asked, “So, were they dead or not?”

“Hard to tell really.” the witch shrugged. “They certainly were by the time we were finished.” Everyone laughed and Jenny conceded that head-removal was a fairly reliable way to diagnose death. Suddenly, they were all startled by a loud voice booming through a hand-held loud hailer.

“Ladies and gentlemen!” the slightly crackling, distorted voice intoned, “The witch trials will begin in fifteen minutes and will be followed by the community celebration and barbecue. Would any witches wishing to participate in the trials please make their way to the stage.”

“it’s time!” the blonde bounced up and down. “I just know this is going to be my year! You in?” She turned to Jenny with a broad grin. “You’re dressed for it after all!”

“Sure!” Jenny laughed. “Why not?”

A tall, attractive middle-aged woman, also dressed a witch but with a more elegant take on the look consisting of long, tight black dress, black opera cape, long silk gloves and the obligatory black pointed hat approached the girls.

“Go on.” She smiled at them. “You have fun. I’ll watch the stew.”

“Thanks, Mum!” the brunette grinned and the three teenage witches scampered off with Jenny following very close behind them.

“You should go and get a good place to stand,” the mother of the brunette witch and presumably of at least one of the little girls in the stew suggested to Jerry who was stood looking a little unsure of himself. “The crowd tends to form pretty quickly and you want to make sure you can see!” He and his sister had always been close but in the few short months since they moved they had done practically everything together, mostly because neither of them had made many new friends yet, but now she had gone off with a group of other girls for an activity he could not join in with. With a smile to the woman, he handed back him now-empty cup which she dropped into a bin-liner concealed from general view behind the cauldron and wandered off to find a space from which to watch the witch trials, whatever they may actually consist of.

There was indeed quite a crowd already gathered and he found himself close to the edge, next to where spits were being lit over freshly-lit charcoal pits. This was clearly for the community barbecue and he wondered what, or who, would be on the menu. He did not have to wait very long for an answer.

“Good luck!” He heard a young girl’s voice not too far from him and turned to see, just the other side of the fence around the cooking area, a girl of nine or ten, naked apart from a pair of cat ears and a choker, with dark blonde hair hugging a slightly older girl in a witch costume including an impressive bright red wig. Behind her was stood a girl of maybe thirteen or fourteen with curly, dark-brown hair, wearing only a little makeup and a pair of devil horns. He knew the etiquette when it came to meat-girls was to consider them simply as food but he was a teenage boy after all and couldn’t help eyeing her up and down, very much liking what he saw.

“You’d better not bloody win!” The dark-haired girl laughed as she warned the red-haired witch who was around her age but shorter and a little chubbier. “Otherwise people are gonna be hungry!”

“I won’t, I promise!” The witch laughed. “I just want to join in one last time, you know? And if by some freak chance all the other contestants are total wusses and I do win, I don’t think you’d be short of volunteers to take my place!”

“True!” The naked brunette laughed. “Break a leg, or turn into a toad or whatever it is witches say to each other!” With a wave and a giggle, the girl left her companions and made her way up to the stage where seven other girls were waiting, including Jenny and the three teens. Stood with them was an older teenager, maybe sixteen or seventeen years old, sporting a green and black wig and dressed in high boots, a black bikini with a neon green cobweb design on it and a sheer, black, cobweb-patterned cloak, topped of course with a pointy black hat but hers had a neon green plastic spider stuck on about half way up as if it was crawling. There was also a little girl of no more than six in an orange and purple fairy-tale witch costume with a green face and hooked nose like Jenny and finally a blonde girl of maybe ten in a dress that looked as if it had been made from an over-sized t-shirt cut to jagged points at the sleeves and rim, a thick, shiny black belt, purple and black striped tights and a home-made pointy hat made from black cardboard. She did not have any makeup or facepaint on but held a “Wicked Witch” plastic mask in her hand.

Jerry was curious about the competition but also quite keen to strike up a conversation with the leggy brunette with very nice perky little tits who was stood just a few feet away from him. It occurred to him he could combine both goals in one and, if he made a fool of himself with the girl, what did it really matter? In less than an hour she would be cooked.

“Hey!” He leant on the fence in what he hoped was a nonchalent manner and smiled at her.

“Hey yourself!” She turned and replied with a slightly cynical raised eyebrow.

“I’m Jerry.” He smiled and held out his hand. The girl stepped a bit closer, leaving the younger meat-girl to lean on her own section of the fence and watch as the witches chatted excitedly to each other, but did not shake his offered hand. After a few awkward seconds he retracted it.

“Courtney.” She informed him with a slight smirk, clearly finding his awkwardness amusing. Things were already not going as well as Jerry had hoped. “You must be pretty hungry, the way you were looking at me?”

“Umm, yeah.” Jerry replied, not needing a mirror to know that he was blushing furiously. He tried desperately get the conversation back on track. “So what was that about making sure she doesn’t win? What happens then? Does she have to over-see the rest of the festival or something? Surely she could get cooked just a little later?”

“You’re new around here, aren’t you?” Courtney laughed. “Obviously if she wins it means her meat goes to waste!”

“Wasted how?” Jerry was confused. Courtney pointed to the white cloth cone he and his sister had been pondering earlier. “What do you think’s under there?” The girl sighed as if Jerry was being especially dense. He starred at her blankly and she rolled her eyes. “The competition is to find out which one is the real witch, right?” She explained slowly as if she were talking to a five year old, “And what happens to witches?”

“They fly on brooms?” Jerry ventured, “They… oh shit!”

“Got it now?” laughed Courtney.

“The winner gets burned at the stake?”

“Yup! What a waste of a tasty little piggy, huh?”

“But that other girl seemed so keen to win…” Jerry’s mind raced. “Said she’d been trying for years…”

“Well yeah, being the Halloween Witch is a pretty major honour!” Courtney shrugged. “Personally I’d rather be cooked and eaten than burned but you probably guessed that already!” She gave him, finally, a genuine smile. “Each to their own and all that. Did you see that girl who was hooked up to all the electric stuff? Rather her than me!”

“Yeah I did!” Jerry was pleased that the conversation was starting to go a little better but now worried for his sister. She clearly hadn’t known what she had been signing up for – what if she were to win? “She did seem to be enjoying herself ‘though. Sorry,” He gave an apologetic smile, “I’d better go and warn my sister. She didn’t know what this game was about.”

“Too late.” Courtney indicated the stage with a tilt of her head. “They’re about to get started. Anyway, they’re all sharing tips and stuff, I bet the others will have filled her in by now and she still seems to be smiling!”

“True!” Jerry shrugged. Short of rushing up onto the stage and causing a scene, embarrassing his sister in front of the very people she had entered the competition to get in with, there was very little he could do but wait and hope that Jenny was not the winner. Although, as exciting as he had found the other attractions that evening, he could not help pondering what it would be like to watch his twin sister consumed by flames.

“Tell you what,” Courtney laughed, “if she does win, I’ll blow you to make up for it, how does that sound?”

“Umm, deal, I guess?” Jerry replied awkwardly, blushing even more furiously than before. The naked meat-girl licked her lips and winked at him, doing nothing to ease his embarrassment, before turning her attention, like everyone else, to the stage. Now Jerry could not help but be in two minds about his preferred outcome for the contest!

“Basically, it works like this.” The blonde witch was hurridly explaining to Jenny who had admitted she did not know what to expect but had not been the least bit phased by the potential outcome. She had secretly been pondering, as they had watched all the beautiful naked girls tortured and in some cases killed for their entertainment that evening, what she could do next year to join in. If she ended up burned at the stake, cheered on by all her new neighbours, then so be it – it would certainly be a great first impression! “All the tests are meant to be things that wouldn’t hurt a witch, so if you want to win, you have to act like it doesn’t hurt.”

“Okay?” Jenny gulped, a little nervously, “What about the ducking stool? I remember reading about those in school. Wasn’t it supposed to be that if you floated you were a witch and if you sank you were innocent?”

“In real life, yeah.” The girl explained quickly, knowing that they were nearly out of time, “But they flipped it around for these ones as it’s pretty hard to make yourself float more than someone else. When they tip you in, you’ll find a little metal ring on the bottom you can hold onto to keep yourself down. It’s pretty much a test to see who can hold their breath for longest.”

“I see!” Jenny exclaimed, “Has anyone ever drowned doing it?”

“Not as far as I know.” the older girl admitted. “It’s pretty much impossible to drown yourself anyway, your body won’t let you however much you want it. There’s been a few drowning games for trick-or-treaters other years, dunk-tanks and that sort of thing, but the girl getting drowned always has to be held down something, by a weight or chains or something and every single time, they start fighting at the end. It’s one of those weird things.”

“Okay,” Jenny nodded, a little reassured that she would not accidentally drown herself. “What about the other tests?”

“No time!” The girl whispered quickly. “Just remember to act like they don’t hurt if you want to win!”

“Okay.” Jenny said again, a little more resolutely, taking a deep breath and steeling herself for the ordeal to come. “Bring it on!”

“Ladies and Gentlemen!” cried the host who was dressed in the garb of a medieval Witchfinder, “Good folk of all ages! Draw close and bear witness as we seek to rid our community of Satan’s most insidious ally, the witch!” The crowed booed but in a good-natured way, as if they were watching a pantomime and the baddie had just come on stage. “First, let us meet our suspects!” The girls were told to line up and did so, but in no particular order. “Tell us your name, oh cursed ones, and how old you are!” He pointed to the ginger-haired girl from the lawn.

“Rose,” she stepped forward and gave a little curtsy, “I’m fifteen.”

“Katie.” The red-wigged meat-girl introduced herself. “I’m thirteen.” Then it was Jenny’s turn.

“I’m Jenny.” she smiled nervously at the audience, pleased to spot her brother and wishing that her parents knew she was joining in so they could come and watch too. She hoped someone would think to go tell them if she on, so they could at least watch her burn. “I’m thirteen too.”

“Miranda.” The blonde witch who had been advising Jenny and was desperate to win stepped forward and made a little bob. “Fifteen.”

“My name’s Gemma,” the smallest girl told the crowd, “and I’m six.” Up until now, the crowd had kept in character by booing and hissing each contestant as they introduced themselves but Gemma was just too cute and nobody could bring themselves too, instead there was a mixture of applause and awws.

“Hi everyone,” the oldest girl and most scantily-clad girl stepped forward, “I’m Rebecca and I’m seventeen.”

“Sam.” The little girl in the cheaply home-made costume introduced herself a little nervously. “I’m ten years old.” Finally it was the turn of the brunette from the lawn.

“Claire,” she introduced herself with a flourishing bow, “I’m fourteen.”

“So now we know each of our suspects.” The Witchfinder resumed, “Personally, I think we should burn them all to be on the safe side and let God and Satan take their own on the other side but Justice must prevail so we shall begin the trials. A second Witchfinder walked along the line taking the hats off the girls’ heads but leaving the wigs when one was worn and tied their hands behind their backs.

Looking over at the ducking tank with the mechanised chair, Jerry noticed that there was some sort of clock, like a giant stop-watch set up next to it. The Witchfinder General went and stood beside it and bellowed an order at his subordinate.

“Bring forth the first suspect!”

The girls were to be tried in the order in which they had introduced themselves. Jenny was quite pleased that she did not have to go first but was also rather grateful that her turn would come quite quickly and she wouldn’t have to watch in nervous anticipation as girl after girl were tried before her. On the other hand, she was not too thrilled about the idea of having to stand in soaking wet clothes on the rather chilly late-October evening but she supposed she would be able to tolerate it as long as the trials did not go on too long. She could always run home and change afterwards, assuming she did not win of course, at which point wet clothes might be a different kind of issue but probably the least of her worries. She wondered if that was part of the thinking behind Rebecca’s far skimpier outfit.

Rose was the first to be led to the chair. She side-stepped along the narrow plank and sat down, looking slightly nervous as if she was bracing herself for what was about to happen. The crowd happily counted down from five and, on zero, the Witchfinder General pulled a lever which both pitched the girl forward into the water and started the clock. There was a fairly big splash then nothing for a short time before the red-head burst out of the water, gasping for air.

“Twenty four seconds!” Bellowed the Witchfinder General, looking at the clock as Rose was helped out of the water by his assistant and the chair reset. The waiting girls all shuffled down the platform making room at the far end for the soaking-wet teen to rejoin them. She was shivering and hugging herself.

“It’s way colder than last year!” She muttered as Katie was led to the chair. The Witchfinder General recorded Rose’s score on a chalk slate before encouraging the crowd to count down again. Katie managed twenty six seconds and, more impressively in Jenny’s opinion, kept her wig on!

Now it was Jenny’s turn. Nervously, she side-stepped along the plank as she had seen the others do and sat herself down in the hard wooden chair. She wasn’t sure how she was supposed to hold onto the ring if her hands were tied behind her back. She supposed she might be able to grip it with her teeth but that did not sound especially safe. Then suddenly she felt the rope slacken and the junior Witchfinder winked at her before giving the signal that all was ready. It was then that she realised that both previous girls had had their arms loose when they climbed out of the tank and the rope was clearly just for effect.

Wondering if she would have as much success with her nose as Katie had with her wig and realising that her face-paint was probably a write-off, Jenny listened to the crowd counting down and braced herself, glad of Rose’s warning that the water was especially cold. The lever was pulled and she found herself plunged into the water which indeed felt icy. She could feel it soaking through her dress, tights, bra and underwear as she fumbled around trying to grab hold of the metal ring. She had not thought to start counting but did so as soon as she had hold. Apart from anything else, it provided a mental distraction from the increasingly urgent burning in her chest and she started to realise why it was all but impossible for a person to drown themselves without help. Reaching twenty seven, she finally gave up and pushed down with her feet, propelling herself as fast as possible to the surface and into the fresh air.

“Thirty two seconds!” Bellowed the Witchfinder General. This was clearly an impressive score and the audience could not help but applaud. Jenny realised that she may in fact stand a very real chance of winning the competition. Of course there were more tests to come so anything could happen but at least, she reasoned to herself, she would not disgrace herself by going out in the first round.

“You’re not going to be easy to beat, are you?” Miranda whispered, a hint or jealous irritation in her voice as Jenny walked past her to take her place, shivering alongside the first two “suspects”, at the end of the line.

“Sorry!” She replied with an apologetic smile before the blonde teen was led to the chair, achieving a score of thirty one seconds. Not quite as good as Jenny but surely enough to keep her in the game at least. Next was little Gemma’s turn and, to most people in the audience’s relief, she bobbed to the surface almost immediately and, as she was clearly not going to progress any further in the competition, sent straight back to her mum who was waiting with a warm, dry blanket and cup of hot little-sister stew. The crowd gave the little girl a second round of applause as a reward for having the courage to at least join in.

Rebecca achieved a score of thirty five seconds. Possibly, Jenny wondered, as she was older and more physically mature she had a better lung capacity. Ten year old Sam managed a surprisingly impressive twenty eight seconds and finally Claire who came up after twenty seconds but did not look as if she had been trying especially hard. Both Jenny and Jerry who was watching from the edge of the crowd, splitting his attention fairly evenly between the trial and Courtney’s bare backside, suspected that Miranda’s two friends had agreed to try to help her win, without making it too obvious.

Along with Gemma, Claire and Rose were declared innocent and sent down into the audience leaving the five remaining suspects shivering on the stage.

“And so concludes the ordeal by water!” Announced the Witchfinder General. “Now begins the trial by ice! Foul servants of the Devil, hold out your left hands, for,” he turned to impart this piece of trivia to the audience, “the left is the hand favoured by Satan and all those who perform his works!”

The junior Witchfinder picked up a bucket with a lid. Condensation escaped as he opened it. Taking a pair of rubber-tipped kitchen tongs, he went quickly along the line, dropping a ball of ice around the size of a golf-ball into each outstretched hand.

“This isn’t so bad?” Jenny whispered to Miranda, “I mean, it’s not nice as I’m already so cold but…”

“Just wait!” Miranda cautioned her, not unkindly.

“When I give the order,” the Witchfinder General instructed, “you are to close your hands and form a tight fist around the ice. The more evil and powerful your witchcraft, the longer Satan will protect you for. Now on the count of three. One. Two. Three!” The girls all obediently gripped the ice.

Almost immediately, Jenny realised why this was considered an ordeal. She knew that extreme cold could have a very similar effect to extreme heat and after only a few seconds, it started to feel not as if she was clasping a ball of ice but rather a ball of red-hot iron. She tried not to scream, willing her hand to stay closed. She felt a quick pang of relief as Rebecca cursed and dropped hers, shaking her hand as if trying to bring it back to life. Next to drop theirs was Katie. Clearly the contest would now be over for her but she did not mind as she had more important duties to attend to afterwards.

“The innocent have shown themselves!” The Witchfinder General announced. “You remaining servants of Satan may release the ice.” All three did so with extreme gratitude, dropping their ice-balls onto the stage where they rolled down onto the tarmac road at the feet of the crowd. “May they now be absolved of any guilt and live out their remaining time in the light of God.” There was polite applause as the two “innocent” girls left the stage.

“Now we have but three suspects remaining!” The Witchfinder General informed the crowd. “And for the next ordeal, it is required that they remove all clothing!” This came as a surprise to Jenny. She has not intended to show off her naked body to the neighbourhood on her first meeting with most of them but, she reasoned, she would be far from the only naked girl there that night and it would certainly be nice to get out of the wet clothes. To a mixture of boos, hoots, whistles and cat-calls, the three soaking-wet witches quickly removed their clothes and handed the soggy bundles to the junior Witchfinder who placed them carefully in piles at the corner of the stage.


Hehe, that witch trial started with the countdown like they are going to launch a rocket to the moon there LOL

Looks like Jenny is going to win this competition and Jerry will get to go home alone ;)
In that case, he probably could pick another sister to take home ;)
Those first tests were not exactly that much fun but the next one looks quite promising ;)
I hope it will not take too long to read it ;)


I really hope that you have some kind of twist (sexy and/or painful) to add to the burning at the stake. Just watching the winner succumb to the smoke and be burned to a crisp would be a bit boring.


Oh wow you guys love to throw me challenges, huh? :-P I'll see what I can come up with!


Not feeling my best today so apologies if this reads a little forced and isn't up to my usual standard but I had ideas that I just needed to get down on (virtual) paper! Hope you enjoy! More to follow…


“Hey, not bad getting that far!” Courtney hugged Katie as she came down off the stage and ducked under the barrier into the cooking area where her little sister and best friend were waiting for her.

“Yeah I’m kinda proud of that.” Katie admitted, giving the little blonde a hug too. “At least now I don’t have to get naked in front of everyone! Oh, wait!” She laughed at her own joke and the other two meat-girls joined in. “Just hope my hair isn’t too messed up under the wig?”

“I don’t think anyone’s that worried about your hair!” Courtney teased, pulling the wig off her friend’s head revealing dirty-blonde hair like the younger girl’s, tied up in a French plait, looking slightly darker than its natural colour due to being wet. At least none of the red pigment in the wig seemed to have leached out. “Honestly, looks pretty good still!” observed Courtney. “I’d leave it like that, don’t try taking it down or anything. It will keep it out the way while you’re cooking.”

“True!” Katie smiled. “Can you get this zip for me?” Jerry couldn’t help watching as the two naked meat-girls helped their companion to strip. The dress came off first and the thirteen year old unhooked her bra and slipped it off, leaving her in only bright orange underwear with a jack-o-lantern face on the front and striped red and black long socks. “Can I help you?” She saw Jerry starring and put her hands on her hips. “Dinner isn’t for another hour or so yet I’m afraid!” The horny teenage boy looked awkwardly down at the floor.

“There’s plenty of tits up on the stage too!” Courtney reminded him teasingly.

“Well yeah,” he muttered, “but two of them belong to my sister.”

“Oh I’m dreadfully sorry, your Holiness.” Courtney gave a low bow, making the other girls giggle. “I wasn’t aware the Pope had moved into our humble little street!”

“I’m just saying…” Jerry was feeling just a little irritated. It seemed pretty hypocritical for the girls to stand around stark naked and yet judge him for looking.

“Saying what?” Courtney pushed. “That you suddenly don’t like tits if they belong to your sister? Pretty sure tits are tits!” She laughed. “What are you gonna do if she doesn’t win but wants to get roasted one day? Make her wear a bikini on the spit? Get people to stand strategically so you can’t see some bits of her?”

“I’m kinda new to all this!” Jerry reminded her, a little exasperated. “Cut me a little slack? Everyone’s going to be looking at your bodies while you’re cooking so what does it matter if I take a little peek now?”

“Relax!” Courtney laughed, “I’m just yanking your chain. Or I will if you ask me nicely!” She winked cheekily and he blushed furiously, despite his annoyance. “Seriously ‘though, you don’t want to miss what’s going on on the stage. Our naked butts will still be here once they’ve lit the fire. I promise you can check them out as long as like then!”

Somewhat reluctantly, Jerry turned his attention to the remaining girls on the stage while Katie wriggled awkwardly out of the soaking wet socks and underwear, actually preferring the feeling of being naked, despite the chill in the air, to the feeling of having the clammy wet fabric against her skin. All three meat-girls turned to watch the stage with Katie’s little sister, who’s name was Mia, standing in front of her and sharing bodily warmth. Fortunately, the freshly-lit coals from the roasting pits were starting to give off very pleasant warmth and all three girls excitedly imagined how it would feel to be turning over them in a fairly short time.

Jenny could not help being a little envious of Miranda’s rather more mature body. She knew that she was not unattractive herself but her breasts were small and still clearly in the early stages of development whereas Miranda’s, while not especially large, were full and round. Whereas Jenny had not yet needed to trim the small tuft of light brown hair between her legs, Miranda had not only shaped hers into a heart but, far more eye-catchingly, dyed it bright orange to match her lipstick and eyeshadow which were clearly far more waterproof than Jenny’s face paint which dribbled in pale green streaks over her chest and down her pale belly. The nose had come off while she was in the ducking tank and she had decided there was little point in retrieving it.

If she was worried about Miranda pulling focus from her own body, however, she could be reasonably sure that there would be more eyes on her than on ten year old Sam who, while possessing a definite prettiness and being pleasingly cute, had no breasts to speak of and was still naturally hairless.

“Now three suspected servants of Satan remain!” The Witchfinder General bellowed to the crowd. “They have endured ordeal by water and ordeal by ice but now they are to endure ordeal by fire! Bring forth the tool of the Lord’s burning justice!” The junior witchfinder came forward carrying a metal bucket in one thickly-gloved hand and a thin iron poker in the other. His attention focussed on Miranda, the girl on the stage who’s exposed body most intrigued him, Jerry noticed a scar about the thickness of a human finger, running diagonally for about ten centimetres on one side of her belly, criss-crossing with an older-looking scar of similar size beneath it. Jerry gasped as his brain connected what he was seeing and the knowledge that Miranda had attempted to win this contest more than once in the past with the implement in the witchfinder’s hand.

He wanted to shout out and warn his sister but he restrained himself. She had endured all the challenges so far with stoic bravery and had the option of putting herself out of the running with any of them but the fact she seemed to be trying her best to remain in the competition reassured him that she would cope with whatever came next.

The bucket was set down, an orange glow radiating from it. The three shivering girls peered in nervously and, while Miranda seemed pretty relaxed with what she saw, having participated several times in the past, Jenny and Sam could not help but gulp. The junior witchfinder plunged the poker into the glowing orange coals, sending up a plume of embers.

“We have seen,” the Witchfinder General reminded the audience, “how the Dark Lord takes care of his own by preventing them from feeling pain. Only those most filled with his evil power could withstand the experience of hot iron pressed into their flesh. He looked into the bucket, checking that the poker was ready, then drew it out. The fifteen or so centimetres at the end were glowing red. He went first to Miranda. “Prepare yourself, Daughter of Darkness!” he instructed before pressing the poker against her belly, crossing over with the two scars from previous years that she had made it this far.

Although the pain was intense and she had to grit her teeth tightly together to endure it, Miranda not only managed not to cry out but to smile as the hot metal sizzled against her tender flesh. It was not quite as bad as she remembered it having been before and wondered whether this was because she was growing used to it, the poker was not as hot as last time or maybe the scars in the area where it was currently burning her were less sensitive and therefore protecting her from the full level of pain she should have been experiencing. Either way, it mattered very little. She was determined not to have to go through this contest another time. She breathed deeply in relief as the poker was pulled away, ripping away small chunks of seared flesh with it, but still did not cry out. In fact she grinned, winked at the audience and announced that it had actually be quite fun, earning her a dramatic but not especially hard slap across the face from the junior witchfinder’s glove.

“This harlot had shown herself to be a powerful disciple of darkness!” The Witchfinder General announced to the audience, placing the poker back in the coals to heat back up. “But is she the true Witch who has been terrorising our good village? That remains to be seen!” He drew the poker out again and Jenny stiffened, bracing herself on the assumption that she would be next but instead he went to little Sam. “Prepare yourself, Daughter of Darkness!” he instructed her as he had Miranda before pressing the metal into her slightly chubby young belly. Almost instantly, she cried out in pain and burst into tears. The Witchfinder General withdrew the poker immediately and brandished it aloft as he addressed the crowd. “Before you all, this fair young maiden has proven her innocence and she is now free to return to her life, he soul cleansed by the Fire of God!” The junior witchfinder led the tearful little girl down off the stage and through the crowd to where a small group of cheaply-dressed people, presumably her family, were waiting for her.

“Should this final Sister of Satan fail to be protected by her Dark Master,” the Witchfinder General put the poker back into the bucket a final time, “then our guilty party shall be made known to us and we shall proceed immediately with the burning, but if she too shows no pain, then there shall be one final ordeal to endure which will prove definitively which is the innocent victim of Satan’s framing and which deserves to be sent back to him in the fires of Hell! Finally, he drew out the poker and approached Jenny. “Prepare yourself, Daughter of Darkness!” he instructed as he had with the first two girls. As he brought the poker close to her skin, Jenny knew that in less than a second she would have a choice to make.

When the metal touched her skin she could scream as she would no doubt want to, and nobody would think any the less of her. After all, she had progressed this far in the competition and Miranda would get her wish of being burned at the stake with no further ado. Or she could try her best not to cry out, to endure it as Miranda had done although she was certain she would not be able to do so with a smile on her face! There would then be a final round and, although Miranda would almost certainly win, she would do so more proudly, knowing that she had faced strong competition. Of course there was always the outside chance that Jenny herself might win. Was she prepared for that? She was stood naked in front of all her new neighbours, preparing to endure torture for their entertainment, but was she ready to burn? It was true that, earlier in the evening she had begun pondering ways she could offer herself to be tortured, possibly to death, next Halloween but that was still a year away. Was she really prepared to die tonight? Annoying one of the closest things to a friend she had made so far in the process? The instant the metal touched her flesh, her mind was made up.

Jenny determinedly muted the cry of pain which formed in her throat to a soft hiss, exhaled through firmly gritted teeth, drowned out but the much louder hiss of hot metal sizzling soft and damp skin. She almost passed out from the pain. Her vision blurred and her knees almost buckled but she fought to stay conscious. The metal was, in truth, only held against for three or four brief seconds but for Jenny if felt as if the intense agony continued for hours. So intense was the pain that passage of time or even the knowledge that there had been life before this moment and would be after became concepts she could not wrap her head around. Finally, with a sickening rip, the poker was pulled away, taking with it the crispy skin and flesh beneath that had practically melted onto the iron.

“It would seem that Satan protects both these foul denizens of the underworld!” The Witchfinder announced triumphantly. “But which does he favour? Which of these two is his unholy bride, worthy to perish in the flames? To determine that, we must subject them to one, final ordeal!”

“You’re really going for this, hug?” Miranda whispered with more admiration than anger as Jenny blinked back hot tears and tried to return her breathing to a steady rhythm.

“Hey, you want an opponent worth winning against eh?” the younger girl managed half a smile. “That took pretty much all I had left, ‘though. Pretty sure you’re going to wipe the floor with me in the next round!”

“Let’s see, eh?” Miranda gave her a cheeky grin. “May the best, or worst girl burn!”

“Looks like your sister’s doing pretty well!” Courtney wandered back over to where Jerry was stood and leaned on the fence separating them, deliberately pushing her small breasts forward and her bum out behind her. “Fingers crossed, eh? You might get that blow job after all!”

“What do I get if she looses?” he asked cheekily, already feeling himself harden at the mere thought of any kind of sexual contact with the girl he would very soon afterwards have for dinner.

“Hmm!” Courtney put a thoughtful finger to her mouth, “We’ll have to discuss that if and when it happens! She watched the stage being set up ready for the next and final ordeal for a moment then over at her two fellow meat-girls. “Cute sisters, aren’t they?” Jerry nodded. “You know, it was Katie who volunteered first. Well, me really but Katie of the two of them. We’re best friends.” she explained, remembering that Jerry did not know anything about any of them beyond their names and how they looked in their birthday suits. “So we decided to go together, but then Mia said if Katie was getting cooked then she had to be too, so the organisers agreed.”

“Pity they don’t get to taste each other ‘though.” Jerry observed with a small chuckle, wondering again how he would feel if his sister, also his closest friend, were to volunteer her meat at some point in the future.

“Oh, girls don’t generally taste that different.” Courtney reminded him, standing up and sensuously running her hands over her own chest and down her belly to her thighs. “Although I’ve been working out to get my meat nice and toned. Think I’m gonna be tasty?” She posed with her hands on her hips and winked at him. He took in the lithe torso, long shapely legs, small but perky breasts, flat belly and smooth lips beneath, all hair removed ready for the spit.

“I think you’re going to be absolutely delicious!” He used the back of his hand to wipe away the small drip of saliva that had formed at the corner of his mouth, desperately trying to ignore the throbbing in his underpants.

“I hope so!” the brunette smiled. “Of course some things you just have to be born with, like a great butt! I mean, mine’s nice and all, I hope you’d agree?” Jerry nodded, hoping it was the right answer to give. “But those two…” She inclined her head towards the blonde sisters who were stood with their backs to them, leaning slightly forward on the fence watching the activity on the stage. She kissed the tips of her fingers before opening her hand, the way chef’s do in movies and cartoons to show that the food they’ve just prepared is absolutely delectable. Jerry followed her eyeline and could not help but agree. Both had round bubble-butts so juicy-looking that he felt like leaping the fence and taking bites out of them right then and there.

“Woah.” Courtney laughed, putting a hand on his chest, “There’ll be plenty to go around once we’re all cooked! Look!” she pointed up to the stage, “They’re about to start again.” To Jerry’s shock she reached over the fence, grabbed hold of his rock-hard member, which was at least twice its normal size, outside his trousers and gave it a playful squeeze! “Good luck!” She winked again before turning back to watch the show.


It is not that bad :) nothing to apologize.
I like this even more than previous one as water and ice torture was not that interesting as what happened here
Maybe as you say it sounds a bit too formal.

But once again you left everyone waiting without even any hint of what will happen next :)


That's what keeps people coming back ;-)


Any chance you might make a Christmas special for December maybe make as much of it rhyme as possible sort of like a twisted dr. Seuss story


Christmas leads itself to some sort of special cooking, like life-sized gingerbread girls.


Haha many years ago I amused myself making up a rhyming story about the Grinch roasting and eating Cindy-Lou Who (movie versions) :-P



Hmm, I think Christmas/new year is more about explosions and injuries than cooking ;) maybe some party time too. but it is hard to have BBQ on the snow ;)

interesting idea if Grinch wants to ruin Christmas by abducting and eating girls but then decides to share the meal with everyone LOL


You don't need to have a barbeque on the snow. I mean, a beautifully glazed sweet gingerbread girl is baked in an oven. Perhaps at Sidney's.


An oven-baked gingerbread girl sounds delicious - maybe stuffed with Christmas pudding? There's also the traditional over-roasted turkey -works well with younger girls that can he cooked in the oven at home!

I don't plan to write a dedicated Christmas story but these are fun things to allude to - I do try to work fun suggestions into my stories, like the suggestion about the meat-girl costume!


You mean real gingerbread?

But what I mean is that it should be Christmas themed story, not just one more story which gets posted on Christmas ;)

even if you don't have any plans to do it, but I would suggest thinking about writing a story that does not even involve cooking. It could be some new year carnival (probably in the restaurant or supermarket ) where various girls come dressed in the sexy costumes, body painted or naked ;) and only discuss their plans about getting eaten later or do various performances.


I was assuming some sort of gingerbread-flavoured glaze, maybe with piped icing designs on them to make them look like a gingerbread man (girl).

I meant I don't especially want to do a Christmas-themed story but I can certainly refer to it - like people looking forward to it and discussing what they will eat or remembering the awesome Christmas dinner they had last year etc.

That "fashion show" does sound kinda fun! It may show up in the future…


Sorry if I'm being impatient but you haven't posted in a while is everything okay


Thanks for asking :-) I was ill earlier in the week then I got pretty busy and the one window I had for writing I ended up working on one of my my "legitimate" projects. I should have some time for writing today 'though :-)



Ended up having less time than I hoped. Sorry it ends a little abruptly but I wanted to do the next bit justice and not rush it. At least it proves I'm still alive for anyone who was worried :-)


One the stage, a wooden frame had been brought out, like a larger version of something that might be found back-stage at a fashion show with the model’s outfits hanging from it although it was not clothes suspended from this rail. The two girls still in the contest had been tied with their hands above their head, roughly shoulder-width apart, and their feet spread, tied with ropes and pegged to the wooden floor of the stage.

Although she had actually quite enjoyed being stood naked in front of all her new neighbours and anyone else who had come to watch the show, which was apparently quite famous locally, being tied up like this made her feel extremely vulnerable and, for the first time, a little scared. Somehow the ropes around her wrists and ankles brought home the reality of the competition – the winner really was going to be tied to a post and burned to death! She wondered what the final ordeal could be and whether there was a way she could allow Miranda to win without making it too obvious that she was “throwing” the contest.

Miranda, on the other hand, looked positively blissful, tied up and exposed. Her head tilted back slightly and her
eyes were closed but there was a gentle smile on her lips. She was using the technique she had been practising since last Halloween to help her endure the pain. She pictured herself far away from her body and whatever was being done to it, sat on an otherwise empty beach with the warm, salty water lapping around her legs. She had heard this was a useful way to ignore pain and, from the small experiments she had made at home with pins and candle flames, it seemed fairly effective. Of course if she were to find herself on the pyre, she would want to relish every second of it that she could, letting the pain engulf her like the water of a warm bath at the end of a long day but, in order to get there, she had to avoid showing any reaction to the pain that would come before.

“And now, good people!” Bellowed the Witchfinder General, “We come to our final ordeal to prove which of these Daughters of Darkness is the Chief Witch and which is merely in her thrall!” The junior Witchfinder brought forward a pillow. Jerry strained to see what was on it but couldn’t at first, then the Witchfinder General picked up and brandished two long, thin metal skewers.

“Ooh I really love this bit!” Courtney sighed, close beside Jerry, “Kinda what made me agree to be spit-roasted!”

“Have you ever gone in for this before?” Jerry asked, curiously, without taking his eyes off the stage as the junior witchfinder blindfolded both girls with thick black scarves.

“Once, two years ago, but it was a bit embarrassing.” The meat-girl admitting. “I couldn’t hold my breath for very long and went out in the first round. Oh don’t worry, I’ve been practising since then!” Jerry glanced over at her an immediately blushed as he saw her making a crude gesture with her fist a little way from her open mouth and her tongue pushing out her cheek. She laughed at his embarrassment. “At least by volunteering like this I know exactly what’s going to happen to me. Just kinda sucks that I’ll miss the after-party. That’s always really wild!”

“What’s the after-party?” asked Jerry.

“You should have got an invite if you live on the street.” Courtney informed him. Casting his mind back, Jerry could remember his parents getting a card through the door saying that there would be a get-together later that night at number thirty two but he had not given it a lot of thought, assuming it would be one of those boring adult get-togethers where everyone just stands and chats awkwardly with a glass of cheap wine. Of course that was before he’d learned how his new community liked to celebrate this particular holiday. “The hosts always put on a great show and the families take it in turns. I hear the Bracewells have hired a giant python and they’re going to feed one of their daughters to it. I also heard something about a tank of piranhas!”

“Wow!” Jerry exclaimed for what felt like the hundredth time that evening. “That sounds like quite something!”

“Yeah the games are a little more exciting too.” Courtney explained fondly, “You know, a little riskier?”

“Riskier how?” Jerry was confused. All the games he had seen so far that night involved the potential death of severe wounding of at least one girl. What bigger risk could there be?

“Well you know how with the ones on the street it’s basically about whether the girl is going to get killed or not?” the lithe-bodied teenager explained patiently, “Well with the games at the after-party, it usually goes both ways and it’s just as risky to play them as to be part of them!”

“That does sound pretty exciting!” Jerry admitted. As a boy, he was excluded from being eaten or being used for snuff-games like the ones his neighbours had set up and, while he in no way actually wanted to die, he was a little jealous of the girls putting themselves in danger, of the adrenaline rush that must come from having your neck locked into a guillotine and only random chance to decide whether you lived or died, or to have a swinging blade ready to slice you in two should your peers choose to indulge their greed. The idea that there were games he could be an active part of at the after-party was quite exciting.

“Let your parents know you want to go, after you’ve had some food of course!” She winked at him and shimmied her small breasts. Jerry really could not tell whether the naked girl had any kind of genuine interest in him, as short-lived as any kind of relationship may inevitably be, whether the idea of getting cooked was making her horny and he was just the closest available boy or whether she was actually just making a game out of embarrassing him and making him blush!

His focus was drawn back to the stage by a collective gasp from the audience. The Witchfinder General had stepped behind the girls and driven a skewer into the buttock of each, driving it at least an inch deep. Neither girl cried out although Jerry could see that his sister was biting her lip and breathing quite fast while Miranda continued to look serene.

The Witchfinder general pulled the skewers out with a fast yank, splashing small amounts of blood onto the wooden stage. For a moment he held them aloft before plunging them into the girls’ thighs. This time, Miranda did show a small reaction as if she were experiencing discomfort but nothing worse. Jenny gritted her teeth and let out a slow hiss. She was not entirely sure why she was still trying not to react when she had already decided she would prefer not to win but there was something that made her continue to try, a sense of pride that would not allow her to simply quit.

Having the skewer yanked out was almost more painful than having it pushed in but it was the element of surprise thanks to the blindfolds, not knowing exactly where or when you were going to be stabbed, that presented the greatest challenge to Jenny as she tried to ignore the pain and not express the shock she felt. The next piercing, however, straight down through the breast, behind the nipple, was too much and Jenny let out a high-pitched shriek. As soon as she had done so, despite knowing that she would still have to endure the skewer bring removed, she felt the waves of relief wash over her.

The scream brought Miranda to her senses too, pulling her back into her conscious body from her internal safe haven. Waves of relief crashed over her too but for a very different reason, and hers were mixed with excitement and arousal. She was going to be declared Chief Witch and take meet her end among the flames.

“Oh well.” Courtney laughed as Jenny was untied and declared innocent of the charges against her. “I guess you don’t get your blow-job!” Jerry blushed and began to step away, planning to go meet his sister off the stage. “Hey! Where are you going?” Courtney grabbed the ruffle on the front of his vampire shirt and pulled him close. “I said you weren’t gonna get blown, but you want your consolation prize, don’t you?” She yanked him closer, pressing her mouth to his and exploring it with her tongue. As she did so, still holding onto his shirt with her left hand she slid her right down the front of his trousers and began to massage his cock which, while still relatively small due to his young age, was rock hard and the biggest it had ever been. So excited was he by the naked meat-girl’s touch, especially after the way she had been teasing him through the contest, he did not last long, exploding into her hand in less than a minute.

“Someone’s a gracious loser for sure!” Courtney laughed, drawing out her hand and seductively licking her fingers clean. Just then, they were joined by Jenny who had not bothered to put back on the soaking wet dress and stood naked apart from her witch’s hat.

“Hey!” She grinned. “You seem to be making friends!”

“Oh! Yeah…” Jerry stammered. “Courtney, this is my sister Jenny and Jenny this is…”

“Dinner!” Courtney cut him off before he could formally introduce her. “A few minutes more, once your friend there is dealt with,” she pointed to Miranda on the stage who was still tied up and now being smeared but both Witchfinders with a thick, bluish-black substance, “I’ll be going over the coals with my friends here. I guess we need to start prepping.” She smiled at the twins. “Nice to meet you, hope you enjoy your food and the after-party, try not to get swallowed by the python.” She winked at Jerry. “Oh and you just cost your brother a blow-job!” She prodded Jenny on her uninjured breast, “I guess you owe him!” With that, she turned and walked over to the naked blonde sisters who were talking to a middle-aged woman who was holding some kind of large tub in her arms.

“Wow, what’s happening now?” Jerry pointed up to the stage, desperate to change the subject. Jenny looked where he pointed and saw a narrow rubber tube being fed down Miranda’s throat, a funnel on the end, as she stood still restrained, her body now coated in the presumably flammable gel or oil or whatever it was. The closest thing either of the twins had seen to what was happening was in an old comedy movie they’d seen on TV about American college students where, at a party, some young man had stood on his head, head a tube like this pushed into his mouth and beer poured down it. As they watched, the junior Witchfinder held the funnel up while the Witchfinder General picked up a glass gallon jug of some light blue, transparent liquid and proceeded to pour the entire contents down the tube directly into Miranda’s stomach which bulged outwards as if she were in the middle stage of pregnancy. She coughed and spluttered as the tube was removed but managed to keep the liquid down. The ropes were untied and her black, pointed hat was placed back on her head.

She was then led, a little unsteadily, towards to white-covered cone. The sheet was pulled away to reveal a bonfire with a pole sticking up the middle and a set of crude steps leading up to the top. Miranda, pretending to protest and plead her innocence as the role demanded, was prodded and pushed up the steps and stood obediently with her back to the post as her hands were tied behind it and her feet secured.


Mhh. that was nice I love piercing stuff ;) and the end looks interesting too I wonder what the hell is going on so will be waiting for the next chapter. you really decided to put few interesting fetishes into the story ;)

Although It looks like both girls or at least Jenny still has skewer in their breast probably it will her participation prize LOL

but this time some criticism that there is a bit too much of overconsensuality in your work. I think you do not need to say things like "Miranda, pretending to protest and plead her innocence as the role demanded" if someone is pretending something make it evident from their actions using some conflicting messages.
as say something like "Of no! I am innocent" while smiling or laughing.


Oh the skewer came out, I just cut back to the brother before it happened! lol

As for the other point, remember the trial is a game but also a historical reenactment - even 'though the girls are trying to get burned, they are portraying innocent victims of paranoia and mob mentality like in Salem so an innocent young girl about to be burned as a witch would plead for mercy and protest her innocence. Miranda is just playing along as much as the men playing the Witchfinders :-)


Huh, I expected this story to end with Jenny burning at the stake, but apparently you have more fun ideas and now boys can get involved too? Looking forward for more and hoping this pair of twins can find a fun and fitting end for themselves this night.


The final part of this story. I think there is more mileage in the events of this night, especially the after-party, but that will be its own story when and if I write it!


The crowd cheered as the flames were lit and the Witchfinders retreated to a safe distance. Early experiments had shown that watching a girl getting burned to death the traditional way could actually be quite an upsetting experience even for an audience with an appetite for deadly entertainments. A few genuine screams could be exciting but when it continued, interspersed often with tearful pleading as the girl realised just how slow and painful an experience it was, it became quite distressing. Beyond that, it lacked spectacle also. Only those closest to the fire could really see the girl and for those further back it was just a typical bonfire.

Over the years, different ideas had been tried out to make the girl’s death quicker and the show more of a climax to the trials. In early years, the organisers had found that many of the visitors had wandered off out of lack of interest or left for their own peace of mind before the “Witch” was even dead. The trouble lay in trying to find a solution that both shortened the girl’s suffering and made for a better show – many of the suggested methods worked for one goal but not the other.

Fireworks had been tried, either secreted in the bonfire itself or stuffed into various orifices of the girl prior to burning but these could be a little unpredictable and either resulted in some quite messy debris as chunks of the girl’s flesh were blown off or posed a risk to the audience as they shot off at random angles, sometimes into the crowd.

Coating the girl in oil had been tried which meant she was consumed by the flames much faster but did nothing to improve the entertainment value. They had also tried having the girl hold a bag of gunpowder in her mouth with a discrete fuse leading up to it so her head would spectacularly explode before the smoke choked her or fire actually burned her to death but, however willingly the girls had participated in the contest and strived to win, they would often panic when the fire was lit and, of the three times this method had been tried, the bag had been spat out twice resulting in dangerous explosions, one of which had caused severe burns to a member of the public and a lawsuit had only very narrowly been avoided.

Eventually, the method used on Miranda was settled upon and had been used, with various tweaks and refinements, for the past two years. The naked teen’s screams were certainly genuine as the flammable gel that coated her body drew the flames up and around her, but it was as the liquid in her swollen belly began to heat up that spectacle truly occurred.

Miranda’s head was thrown back violently as the vapour forced its way up through her throat and ignited as it emerged and made contact with the orange flames, sending a plume of blue fire shooting up towards the sky. The audience oohed and aahed at the display but the most spectacular moment was still to come. As the flames ate through Miranda’s delicate young body, they finally reached her stomach and touched the liquid, most of which still remained in its original form inside her.

There was an explosion but more of a whooshing, popping sound like a Bunsen-burner being lit that the bang of conventional explosives. The blue fire plume stopped abruptly replaced by a glowing blue aura in an oval shape surrounding Miranda from crotch to head, her blackened bones clearly silhouetted against the blue glow which seemed to hang in the air for a good few seconds before collapsing in on itself after which the bones, stripped in an instant of any flesh, tumbled down into the fire, which continued to burn merrily, leaving her legs to slowly char and her forearms dangly limply by the wrist. The crowd burst into a spontaneous and enthusiastic round of applause, complete with whoops and cheers, none more so than the twins who had had no idea what to expect. Jenny couldn’t help reflecting how close she had come to being the one consumed by the blue light and wondered how it must have felt to be not just burned but obliterated in an instant.

“And thus is her soul cleansed of evil and returned to her maker in Heaven!” Announced the Witchfinder General before removing his hat and taking a sweeping bow, to the slightly more subdued applause of the audience.

“Do you think it’s okay if we go home and I get some more clothes before we do anything else?” Jenny asked. “I know some other girls are naked and I don’t mind that so much but I’m wet and cold. It would be really annoying to survive tonight just to die from pneumonia next week, you know?”

“Yeah, I guess.” Jerry replied a little wistfully, looking over the fence at the meat-girls who were coating each other in some kind of reddish-brown sauce or marinate. It was incredibly sexy to watch and he was reluctant to move away but he understood his sister’s need and also wanted to tell his parents about the after-party and how much he wanted to go. He thought about just letting his sister go on her own but there were far more people around now, not just neighbours, and he couldn’t help but feel a little protective over her. If they were quick, he reasoned, they might even be back in time to watch the spitting.

“What was that about blow jobs?” Jenny asked, a little incredulously, as they walked back through the increasingly busy celebrations to their house.

“She promised she’d blow me if you won the competition,” Jerry admitted a little nervously, “to make up for losing my sister.”

“Oh I see!” Jenny laughed. “Well, so sorry to survive and spoil your fun!” She was clearly teasing but Jerry still felt a little awkward. “So Little Miss Meat-slut reckons I owe you one now, does she?” She stuck out her tongue. “Does she mean I’m supposed to give you one myself? Would you even want that?”

“Eww no!” Jerry pulled a face, knowing even as the words were coming out of his mouth that they were a lie and hoping that he wasn’t making it obvious by over-reacting. It had been a good four or five years since the twins had been naked around each other and he was certainly impressed with the way his sister had matured. If Jenny was aware of the deceit, she did not call him on it. “Just get me one from someone else later if you can, huh?” Jenny laughed again.

“From witch to wingman!” she chuckled. They arrived back at the house and rang the doorbell as neither had thought to take keys out with them. Their mum answered the door holding a big bowl of candy, clearly expecting Trick-or-Treaters.

“Oh, hi!” She grinned, “I didn’t expect you back so soon! Is everything…” she trailed off as she noticed her daughter’s naked and soaking wet condition. “What happened to you? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine!” Jenny giggled. “Bit cold ‘though, as you can imagine! Jerry can explain, I’m going upstairs to change!” With that, she pushed past her stunned parent and ran up the stairs. Following her inside, Jerry explained to his parents how their new neighbours liked to celebrate Halloween and told them an edited version of what had gone on so far that night. Then he came to the after-party.

“Well,” his dad grinned, “that certainly does sound like a lot of fun and it’s a great way to meet the new neighbours! Just give us half an hour or so to change and we’ll come join you.”

“Do you mind if I head out and meet up with you later?” Jerry asked, fidgeting a little awkwardly. “Just I… I made this new friend, kinda, and I don’t want to miss her show.”

“Ooh! A girl, is it?” his mum teased affectionately. “Well make sure you introduce us to her later!”

“I… don’t think that’s going to be possible!” Jerry chuckled a little awkwardly. “But you might be able to try a slice or two!”



Oh and I hope Ellen takes certain lines as a homage rather than blatant plagarism :-P


Oh ok :)
just that you said " despite knowing that she would still have to endure the skewer bring removed" I got a bit more focused on that waiting when it will happen ;)

And yes I understand all that about witchhunt reenacting but you could tell how she is pleading for mercy with all that bad acting rather than saying "she was acting" ;)

And now you just posted new chapter too ;)


And now about the next chapter

You managed to do burning procedure 3 times ;) 3 times more fun with just one girl LOL

As an engineer, I got really interested in what kind of liquid she was filled with which could behave like that and did not explode immediately ;) But it was a nice spectacle ;)

I also guess there is a hint that girls are not fully aware what are they going to get ;)


This is a cease and desist order, suspend all writing, your lolis are being taken as evidence of copyright infringement.

Lol, I'm flattered that my story ended up as a future 'what not to do' ;) I LOVED the bit with it inflating her belly 'pregnant but not really so they are fair game to kill without feeling bad' is a HUGE favorite of mine <3


Hehe yup - if I have ideas that seem fun but don't have a story around them I like to drop them in as asides or in character conversations! And yeah the little sadistic streak I allow out from time to time likes the idea of a girl being excited about being snuffed only for it to hurt way more than she expected!

In truth I don't know exactly what she was filled with scientifically but I was imagining it as some kind of ethanol-based substance, maybe like metholated spirits?

Well damn… Guess I have to take the van out tonight and collect some more!

Glad you enjoyed the story :-D


I guess we just call it some Substance-X trade secret of witch hunters LOL Probably you mean not metholated but nitrated spirits, as nitromethane (used as racing fuel) probably could actually burn like that.

I think this hallowed thing was your best story.

I had a somewhat similar plan for my own story with plain gasoline But there are a bit too many of them to do ;)


Hehe well I don't claim any vast scientific knowledge but I imagined a spirit of some kind as I pictured the blue flame and the idea of the vapour also being flammable. Glad I wasn't a million miles away from plausible! lol


Something implausible might be kind of fun like converting an old indoor skydiving thing into a girl air roaster/fryer


You just need to add some heating elements


That does actually sound quite fun - and quite the spectacle too!


I loved this whole story! Especially the way everyone's so casual about getting snuffed, haha.


Can you reupload your other stories? Looks like the paste got deleted.

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