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Samhain evening. No pumpkin carving for me. Straight from the boring school party to the woods, to dance naked, a coven-less witch looking to invoke by conviction alone whatever daemonic dream may come. "Make yourself all honey, and the flies will devour you," whispers the wind. "Spread your legs and so will I." Obedient and willing, I lay down to receive the dark gift. I scream my ecstasy to the stars - and to two passin...

Her pumpkins are ripe and plump, soft to touch and free to sample, she has no modesty, no shame, it's all about the treat for her. Costume torn open, lying soiled on the floor. All the dads know her as the local slut, the dirty whore! Where once a year she lets men sample her luscious candy. The line grows longer to her shed of debauchery, where children dare not go, due to the harrowing screams heard inside, the beasts w...