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All Hallows Eve By Cheryl Lynn This is a short forced fem story and all the usual disclaimers apply. It can be downloaded for personal use and all other use prohibited without author's permission. Not for sensitive readers. Comments can be sent to [email protected]. All Hallows Eve I hate Halloween! I positively not only hate it but I loath it. If it weren't for my Mother and this holiday I wouldn't be in the fix I'm in now. Oh how I hate Halloween! My Mother always, ever since I could remember, loved Halloween. Every year she would dress up in some costume or other and decorate the house. There would be ghosts, witches, scarecrows and bubbling caldrons along with bales of hay and spider webs. The usual stuff you see during that time of the year. Oh yeah, don't let me forget the pumpkins. You name it big ones, little ones, colored ones and especially the carved ones were all over the house and front porch. Bet you can't guess what kind of pie we ate for the rest of the year. I'm sure you're thinking a white sheet over some stupid balloon for ghosts and some old clothing stuffed with straw for a scarecrow. Oh no, Mother went for realism. One year she rented a coffin and an elaborate wax full sized dummy for the corpse. The corpse looked so real it gave me the jitters. She rented a lot of stuff from a special effects studio and when I tell you our house was the creepiest and scariest in the neighborhood or the entire city for that matter, I'm not stretching the truth. I guess it was bearable when I was younger. It's not too bad being Batman, Superman, a pirate or star athlete when you're younger but I'm much too old for that kind of shit now. To make matters worse, Mother has gotten into "themed" parties and, you guessed it, I have to participate. Did I tell you that I hated Halloween? This year she decided upon a Disney motif. How childish can you get? I was determined not to participate in this year's festivities. She was going to be the Fairy Godmother from Cinderella and wanted me to be Captain Hook. Crap! The last thing I wanted to be was Captain Frickin' Hook. I made it very clear to her that I wasn't going to participate in her stupid party and there was no way in hell she was going to get me to dress up like that. Well, I didn't say it exactly in those terms cause if you knew my Mother you wouldn't dare talk to her like that. In any event, I thought I made my position very clear. She starts planning her parties at the beginning of September and asked me several times if I was going to be the Captain for her. Of course, I kept telling her no way and that I thought he was just too stupid of a character. I mean what kind of idiot lets a stupid croc eat his hand and wears his hair in long curls? Well, I didn't give it much thought and figured she would finally give up the notion of me being Captain Hook. I even figured that I'd get away from participating and planned on meeting some friends under the bleachers at school to do our own private partying. This party, unlike my Mom's, would be so much cooler. David actually got his hands on two cases of beer and with any luck a couple of girls would be there as well. Rodney said he could score a couple of bottles of wine from his Dad's stash and Eddie was always good for a lid of smoke. Now, that was going to be the party. Our party was all we talked and texted about leading up to that holiday. Unfortunately for me, I didn't know that Mom had access to my texting and computer. Some kind of software that let her spy on me that I should have known about, after all I'm suppose to be computer savvy. You could even call me a computer nerd. I'm small for my age, not athletic or macho and have always dug computers. Yeah, I knew about such spyware but Mom? Never in a million years! Like she can't even program the remote so I thought. Needless to say she discovered by plans and hit the roof. Although at the time, I didn't know that she knew. She played it close to the vest until Halloween morning. Now, that's when the shit hit the fan. As it was Halloween fell on a Saturday and as usual I liked to sleep in on the weekends. I was snuggly tucked in under my covers enjoying their warmth in that daze between being awake and asleep when she came into my room without even knocking. She grabbed my earlobe and hauled me from my bed. Man, when I tell you that hurt; let me tell you it hurt a lot. I screamed at her to let go while tears poured from my eyes. Yep that worked as she let go of my aching ear but the resulting stinging slap across my face sent me staggering. "You think you can go out drinking and partying with your hoodlum friends and ruin my Halloween party? You'd rather get drunk, do illegal drugs and play around with some hussies? Well, you most definitely won't be doing that. Not tonight or anytime in the future as long as you live under my roof! Now get your sorry ass into the bathroom and into the tub. We have a lot to do for the party still and I want you in your costume now. I have plans for you young man and they don't include beer, wine or pot," she screamed at me. I hadn't seen her this mad since by Father dumped her for his secretary several years ago. She had been so mad we had to replace an entire wall of sheet rock back then. I certainly didn't want to provoke her any more than she already was, so I meekly followed her to the bathroom. The tub was full of multicolored bubbles and the room smelled like a floral shop as I walked in. As much as I detested getting into that perfumed bath, I didn't argue with her. To my surprise she started to bathe me using a course natural sponge. I was blushing bright red by the time she finished and it wasn't all from the harsh scrubbing. She kept me standing in the draining water as she lathered up my legs in her scented shaving cream. Using her pink lady's razor she soon had all the hair off my legs, from under my pits and my chest. If I thought that was embarrassing, it was nothing compared to when she grabbed me by my penis and began trimming away my bushy pubic hair. I thought I was gonna die right then and there. She didn't stop until she had my pubs shaped into a heart sitting just above my dick. Unfortunately for me, she didn't stop there. My hair was washed and rinsed, then she dyed it a jet blue-black color. With my hair dyed, she covered my body in a very fragrant floral cream then dusted me off with talc. Still naked, she dragged me into her room and sat me at her vanity where she proceeded to put styling gel and hot rollers in my still damp hair. Next, she glued one inch long nails to my fingers and varnished them a bright dark red. While my fingers were drying she painted my toe nails the same color. By this time my skin tone was the same color as my nails I was so embarrassed. Once my nails were dry, she handed me what she called a "dancers thong." It was bright iridescent pink in color and made of satin-spandex. As I was pulling it up my legs, I almost fainted dead away when she pressed my balls back up inside my body. With the thong pulled up, I was as flat as a girl down there. I was dizzy, nauseous and in some pain as she made sure the thong was firmly in place. Thankfully, she sat me down on the vanity stool to let me recover before I fell down. Sitting on the stool, she worked a pair of white tights up my legs. She took enough time doing that to make sure I wouldn't faint when I stood. A pair of bright red bloomers with white polka dots and lace embellishments was pulled up my legs next. She had me step into a white half-slip with three inches of floral lace at the hem and four white starched net petticoats with nylon yokes. Pink satin ribbons were woven into each tier of ruffles and each ruffle was hemmed in lace with delicate pink satin bows spaced about four inches apart on the petticoats. This was followed by a white satin push-up bra. I think she called it a balconette or some such. All I know is that it made me look like I had small tits and it seemed to dig into my flesh. I could feel it every time I took a breath. She then put me into a long billowy sleeved white satin blouse with rounded eyelet lace trim collar and what seemed like a zillion small pearl buttons. A red satin full skirt with bright white polka dots was pulled down over my head and fluffed out over the petticoats. A three inch wide black patent leather belt with large square gold buckle was pulled breath taking tight around my waist. To finish me off she had me step into a pair of black patent leather three inch stiletto heeled pumps and put my hands into a pair of white cotton gloves. Once dressed, she had me sit back at the vanity. Boy, I was sure glad to sit down as I didn't know how long I could have stood with those tight shoes on my feet. I was positive at the time that if I had tried walking in them, I would have broken an ankle or worse. She covered my face and all the way down my neck in a white foundation. Without even pausing, she plucked out my eye brows until they were thin high arches. This was followed by bright blue eye shadow, black eye liner on both the upper and lower lids, and long black false eyelashes. To my surprise she coated my nose with the mascara brush until it was solid black. Using the black eyebrow pencil she created whiskers across my cheeks. Red rouge was smoothed into each cheek leaving behind red circles of color. Finally, she coated my lips twice in a deep red lipstick and a very wet looking gloss. My makeup done, she went to work on my longish hair and soon had it styled in a cascade of ringlets. At the crown of my head she fastened a large red white polka dotted satin bow. She fiddled with my ears next. She put something wet around the outer edges and then pressed something hard down onto them. Oh crap! She put mouse ears on me. I now looked just like Minnie Mouse. Man, if this ever got out I would never be able to live it down. Of all the horrors, of all the villains, of all the costumes in the world why did she have to do this to me? "So you didn't want to be Captain Hook did you? Let's see, what was it you texted your friends, oh yes, Captain the Fag Hook if I recall. You know how much I detest bigots. So now you can be Minnie Mouse for me tonight. I'm sure that when your friends come by later that they'll think your costume very cute. Now to finish off your look, let me spray you with this lovely scented perfume. Maybe next year when I ask you to do something for me, you won't hesitate. Will you dear," she said. Mom grabbed my elbow and began walking me around the room. Take small steps, one foot in front of the other, swing from the hips, lead with the toe then the heel. If I heard those words once I heard them a thousand times. After thirty minutes, I could walk in those stupid heels. I couldn't believe how hard it was just to stand in these things much less walk in them. The whole time she was helping me to walk, I kept complaining. Why do I have to wear this stupid costume? The party doesn't even start until tonight. Why do I have to wear heels? At least let me wear my sneakers. Mom! Come on! Give me a break. It didn't matter what I said or how much I begged she wouldn't relent. "Harold, you brought this on yourself. Now stop complaining and keep your head up as you walk. I don't want you to break an ankle or fall, so walk like I'm telling you. Pull your elbows closer to your sides, let your wrists hang limp. If you hurt yourself, you're going to the hospital dressed just like you are now. So accept the fact that you will be Minnie Mouse for me tonight," she scolded. I was miserable but after thirty minutes of walking around in circles, I could manage my heels. By that time I was more than ready to get out of this stupid costume. My feet, ankles and legs were on fire. The clothing was almost as bad. I could feel the bra digging into my chest and those pesky straps kept sliding off my shoulders. The petticoats itched my thighs where the half-slip didn't protect my skin. The belt was way too tight and I felt like my stomach was pushed up into my throat. I complained and even pled with her to release me from my torment but that didn't do one bit of good. She just laughed and said that it was probably a good idea for me to learn how the other half has to live. I spent the rest of the morning finishing up the decorating. The most embarrassing was putting the torches into the Jack-o-Lanterns. How was that embarrassing you ask? They were set up in rows on hydraulic rods that would raise and lower the pumpkins off the front porch banister. It was my job to insert butane torches inside each one so that when it was raised off the banister, fire would spurt out from the eyes. I could be easily seen from the street from the chest up anyway. Fortunately for me, only a few people walked by and none of them seemed to pay me much attention. By early afternoon my nerves were shot and I was exhausted. Mom seemed to take pity on me and let me lie down and rest for a few hours. Of course I couldn't just flop into bed; she had to show me how to remove all that gunk on my face first. I can't begin to tell you how good it felt to pull those shoes off my aching feet. My hopes of getting completely out of that costume were dashed when she insisted that I keep my bra, panties and tights on while I rested. As I laid down that pesky satin bra strap slid off my shoulder for the umpteenth time. I didn't even have to think about it as I slid my thumb under it and pushed it back into place. I actually got some sleep but all too soon Mom was shaking me awake. She told me to go into the bath and freshen up and get back to her room. There, she put all that gunk back on my face, sprayed me down with way too much perfume and dressed me in that hideous costume. The sun was just beginning to set when she had me dressed to her satisfaction. I was filling bowls with candy and treats for the kids that would be coming by when Mom discovered we were out of votive candles. You know the kind. The small ones you put inside those small brown bags with the sand in the bottom so they will light up the sidewalk. I was dreading the very idea of having to be outside lighting those things in the first place but now she wanted me to go to the store and buy the damn candles. I begged and pleaded with her not to send me out dressed like I was but again she wouldn't listen. "Harold, what's the matter with you? It's Halloween and nobody will notice. I'm just asking you to do a minor favor for me. It's not like I'm asking you to hold up a bank. Now, take this purse and get down to the store before it gets too late. I need those candles to light the way for all those little kids that will be coming by. Now scat and get it done or do I have to give you a spanking? I will you know and you will still have to go to the store," she said. Walking on concrete is more difficult than hard wood floors in heels. I almost twisted an ankle on the way to the store. Sidewalks have these cracks and it's easy to get a heel snagged in one. Can you imagine how embarrassing it would be, dressed as Minnie Mouse splayed out all over the sidewalk and being a guy? I'd never live that down. The walk was pure hell as the click-clacking of my heels, the rustling and swishing of my skirts seemed to shout, "Look at me. Yeah, look at the boy in a dress." The only good thing was that it was dark and there were no other people on the sidewalk. However, the store was brightly lit and as I walked down the isles looking for those candles, every eye was on me. I did my best to limit eye contact but occasionally I'd catch someone staring and smiling at me. Needless to say my mind was buzzing with scenarios where I was discovered, made fun of and harassed. My nerves were a wreck as I found the candles and went to the check out. The clerk smiled, called me Miss then said he liked my costume. What could I do? I just smiled and handed him the money from my purse. As I was leaving the store, well that's where everything went wrong. When I say wrong, I mean disastrous. Outside the store were several bikers loading six packs of beer into their bike's saddle bags. I got several wolf whistles and did my best to ignore them. When I got to the corner of the store where the lighting faded into shadow, someone grabbed my arm. I found myself suddenly pressed up against a massive chest, the smell of leather and oil filling my nose. The next moment, his lips were pressed against mine and his thick tongue penetrated my mouth. I fought as best I could which wasn't much nor effective. I just pounded with my fists on his broad chest. It was like hitting a brick wall. The kiss broke and I was left gasping still in his strong grip. "Dang! You're one hot bitch," he said. I was so scared that I could only let out a high pitched squeaky, "Let me go." "You even sound like a little mouse. What's say guys we take our little mousey friend here for a ride?" he roared laughing. My scream went unheard as the roar of eight bikes coming to life drowned me out. Before I could react or do anything, I found myself planted between the legs of the biker as he rode off with the rest of his gang. It was all I could do to keep the dress and petticoats from flapping in my face as they raced down the street. The noise of engines, the feel of wind in my hair and the battle with my skirts kept my mind occupied at first. As they drove out of my neighborhood and back towards the inner city, I began to really worry. They thought I was a girl and when they find out I'm not, no telling what they would do to me. I was petrified with fear as they pulled up to a bar on the bad side of town. There must have been twenty bikes parked there as we arrived. I was pulled off the bike and literally carried into the bar my legs kicking and me screaming to be let go. Inside, he put me down and shouted, "Hey look what I found." Then the bastard kissed me right on the lips again. In the dim light of the bar I had a good look at my assailant for the first time. He was at least six foot tall and two hundred fifty pounds of what looked like pure muscle. He had a red bandana wrapped around a bald head, a thick black handle bar mustache, black leather vest, black wide leather belt with a large chromed buckle, faded blue jeans, black biker boots and tattoos on his arms and chest. As my gaze swept the room, I thought, "These guys make the 'Son's of Anarchy' look like wimps." My thoughts were stopped when my captor grabbed my hand and pulled me to the bar. "What ya gonna do with her Big Jake?" the woman behind the bar asked. She was fat; actually a better word would be obese. She was big all over with a round face, thick double chin and flabby arms. Tattoos covered her arms and chest. Her skin was almost too white that made her garish makeup look even worse. Bright green eye shadow and deep scarlet lipstick were definitely not her best colors. Her tits seemed to just hang there like under filled water balloons. She was wearing a dirty men's white undershirt that revealed way too much flab. "Haven't decided yet Sadie, little mousie here just looked too darn cute to let go. Bet I can figure out sumptin though. Ya know it's trick or treat night and I'm thinking treat more than trick. Then again, turning a trick might not be so bad either," he replied with a hearty laugh. Now I was getting seriously scared and had no apparent way out. I was in a bad part of town, surrounded by a bunch of mean looking bikers and my Mom had me dressed like Minnie Mouse. Not only that but they thought I was a girl. Since my flight or fight instincts were not an option, I chose honesty. "I'm not a fuckin' girl! My Mom did this to me! Please just take me home," I yelled. You betcha, that got everybody's attention. The bar became silent except for the juke box as they all stared at me. I figured I was either dead or hopefully let go as I looked wild eyed over the room. Then I looked up into Big Jake's eyes and I damn near peed my pants. His eyes were ablaze with fury and he raised his arm closing a massive hand into a fist. I knew I was dead but the barmaid reached over and grabbed it before he could strike. "Now Big Jake, hold on a minute," she said laughing so hard tears were running her mascara. As a matter of fact the entire bar was laughing and pointing at the two of us. His fury seemed to ebb as quickly as it had flamed. Instead I saw in his eyes hatred. At that moment I wasn't so sure I didn't just want him to pound me. "Okay, you got me. Some damn trick. Well, if you think you can get away with tricking me you'd better start thinking again bitch. Now it's time for me to give you a treat," he growled shoving me to my knees. My knees hit the filthy floor as he unzipped his pants. Six inches of soft flesh popped out of the opening and he grabbed my hair, pulling it painfully. My face was pulled into his smelly crotch as he bellowed for me to start sucking or else. I didn't want to know what the or else meant and reluctantly opened my mouth. I had no idea what to do as I had never done anything like this and no girl ever did it for me. His loud, "suck it bitch" gave me an idea though. It was a strange feeling having that soft tube of flesh enter my mouth. It wasn't stiff and had a velvety feel to it. The only thing unpleasant so far was the smell emanating from his groin. It was a sweaty urine musk smell that made me wrinkle my nose. Instinctively, I reached up and circled the base of his dick with my hand and began sucking. Initially nothing happened then it began to grow and harden. It kept growing until it was touching the back of my throat and stretching my lips with its girth. Now it was becoming all too uncomfortable and my gag reflex kicked in. At that point he began humping my face, forcing his dick in and out of my mouth. If my hand hadn't been clutching his dick, it would surely choke me. I don't know how long this went on but it seemed like forever. Finally, I felt him tense up and his hands dig into the back of my head forcing his dick as far as he could into my mouth. He began spewing his hot cum. Most of it went down my throat but he pulled back a bit and filled my mouth with it. Now that was horrible. It filled my mouth with something like the consistency of egg whites with a bitter salty flavor. I positively hated the taste and texture of egg white and insisted that my Mother always fry my eggs until the yoke was solid. When I thought I couldn't take any more, he pulled back squirting one or two final shots onto my face. I collapsed onto the floor gagging but not really tossing my cookies. Before I could recover I felt my hair being pulled forcefully, raising my head. Another dick was shoved into my face and the whole thing repeated. I must have serviced every guy in the place before I was left exhausted on the dirty floor barely conscious. Someone came over and gently lifted my head and poured beer down my very sore throat. "Here you go honey. Drink this it will help," Sadie said. As I fully regained my awareness, the guys were all tossing back shooters of whiskey followed by beer chasers. I had been totally humiliated and forced to be a cocksucker. A cocksucker, me, that was the term used to describe the damn queers at school. Did that make me a queer too? I certainly didn't enjoy the experience. Somehow I don't think there would be any queers if this was how it was done. Sadie helped me to my feet and led me over to a chair. "You sit here and try to keep your shit together. The boys have had their fun and if you don't do anything stupid they may just forget about you," she said. I sat in the chair with my knees pressed up to my chest, held in place with my still trembling hands. I hoped she was right about them forgetting about me. They were all at the bar shooting shots and guzzling beer and it looked like she might have been right. Then I heard someone shout out above the din of their chatter, "Hey Big Jake, you gonna mark ya claim on the bitch? I got my tools here if ya wanna." Big Jake and several other bikers approached me. One of them was carrying what looked like a tackle box. I started to bolt out of the chair but my legs had gone numb from sitting like I was. Before I even hit the floor, Big Jake had a firm hold. Pulling me upright, he looked straight into my eyes and said, "Yeah Barney I got just the thing I want on this bitch." In no time his bulk was filling the chair with me bent over his lap. My bloomers were pulled down and his beefy hand was spanking my upturned ass. Oh man did that smart. When he stopped, I was crying like a baby. "Come on Barney, I got the bitch's ass nice and red for you," he laughed. The pain of the spanking hadn't even faded when I felt a burning stinging on my left ass cheek. Whatever Barney was doing it hurt almost as much as the spanking and what was that buzzing noise? The longer Barney took to do what he was doing the more aware I was becoming. It took me awhile but I finally realized he was giving me a damn tattoo. When he finished with one cheek he started on the other. My right cheek didn't take nearly as long to do as my left but I was in tears of humiliation. I could hide the fact that I had been forced to give blow jobs but you can't hide a tattoo. I was being marked for life. When Barney finished, I was pulled to my feet and my skirts held up so everyone could see my new markings. Their laughter still rings in my ears. Someone handed me a shot glass and I downed it in one gulp. Boy was that ever a mistake. I hacked and coughed my lungs up as the fiery liquid burned all the way down to my toes. Needless to say my reaction brought more laughter and jeers. Words like pussy, girlie boy and sissy echoed around in my head. It got even worse when they turned me around and they saw my tiny dick. Hell, it was as scared as I was and had shrunken as far back into me as it could. "Hold him boys. I think I can make that clit get a bit bigger," Sadie exclaimed as she approached me. "Oh shit! She was even uglier than she appeared to be standing behind the counter. The under shirt didn't even begin to cover her flopping belly and those lime green polyester short shorts were never meant to be worm by such a fat woman. No wonder my poor dick actually shrank even more at her touch. She tugged at it almost painfully for a time then gave up in disgust. "He must be queer if I can't get him up. Hold him boys, I'll be right back," she said as she huffed off. She was back all too soon and tied a pink ribbon around my dick just behind the head. It was tied tight enough to make the head of my dick bulge out. At that I became hysterical and began trashing as much as I could. My hands were held securely above my head and there wasn't much that I could do. All too soon my legs were grabbed and held spread eagled out by two bikers. Sadie approached me again this time with a sneer, "Alright ya little queer for that I'm gonna fix you. Gimme that damn needle of yours Barney and put some bright pink ink in it." Yeah that's right; she tattooed my dick head a bright pink. Now that really hurt. Then to make matters worse, she pulled my soft dick out as far as she could and tattooed a damn pink ribbon bow along its length and the word "Queer" under it. There was no way in hell I was gonna get some girl to ever give me a blow job now. To celebrate her art work, shots were passed all around. I really needed a drink now and had several. They were all busy drinking and I had a moment of freedom. I used it to go to the bathroom where I threw up everything that was in my stomach. There was a dirty mirror above the sink and I looked at my aching butt. I must have fainted cause somebody was lifting me off the floor when I opened my eyes. It was Sadie and she had this big shit eating grin on her face. "Guess ya done seen what Barney put on your backside. He does some really good stuff ya know," she said with a snicker. My left cheek was covered with a tattoo of Minnie Mouse dressed exactly like I had been. On my right cheek were a large pink heart followed by the scripted words in black ink highlighted in bright pink with small pink hearts surrounded by garlands of multicolored flowers, "Sucking Cock." The rest of the night was a continuation of my nightmare. I sucked more cocks and drank more whiskey. Just before the sun started to rise, Big Jake put me on his bike and dropped me off near the store where all this shit had started. Before he drove off, he warned that if I valued my life I had better keep my fucking mouth shut. I certainly wouldn't have much of a life especially love life from now on but I would be alive. So that's why I hate Halloween. The End