It's a Tully Halloween 3

By David

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It’s a Tully Halloween!
By David

Samuel Oliver has big plans for Halloween.   He’s built the perfect superhero costume ever and plans to show it off to all of his friends at the neighborhood costume party.

But Samuel's dreams of fun and excitement are threatened when his mother is called out of town on a business trip and he’s faced with spending the second best holiday of the year with his dreaded babysitter, Mrs. Irma Tully!

See what happens when the cast of Marlene and the Boy Next Door get together and hold the scariest, creepiest Halloween ever!

Part Three – Tricked and Treated!

Samuel Oliver was in a tight spot! Hidden in the shadows of an ancient oak tree on Halloween night, the frightened seventh grader clenched his naked body with trembling arms and pressed his knees together in a vain attempt to conceal his modesty. The past few hours had not been kind to our young hero and he was doing his best to come to terms with the most dire of circumstances.

“Why me?” he whispered as he scanned the darkness for passersby. “Why do these kinds of things keep happening to me?”

The evening had not gone well for Samuel. His original plan was to meet up with his friends from school and go trick or treating in the Iron Man costume he built from scratch. One disaster after another followed – his mother’s sudden business trip and falling into the hands of the conniving Mrs. Irma Tully chief among them – and now he was hiding in the dark on All Hallow's Eve wearing nothing more than his birthday suit and a worried look on his pink, plump face. The flustered boy lamented not just the loss of his precious costume and his dignity, but the bag full of treats he’d collected that evening. It had all been for naught and he was left naked on a strange street on Halloween night with nothing – nothing to wear, nothing to eat, no reward for his efforts thus far … quite literally nothing at all.

“I hate Halloween,” the angry twelve year old complained. He kicked at the ground, which only brought him more pain when he stubbed his bare toe. “It’s so stupid, making people dress up in stupid costumes and going out to get stupid candy. I wish Halloween never existed!”

There was one resource available to our young hero, although in the interest of full disclosure it was yet to be determined whether it would a blessing or a curse; he still had his companion, the freckle-faced, kinky haired Marlene Miller. Where the beleaguered boy had been rendered naked, she was adorned in an elaborate Wonder Woman costume, complete with gold crown and bracelets, cape, boots and even a lasso. On top of that, she still had her bag of Halloween candy, making her a winner in every sense of the word in comparison to our poor Samuel. Oh yes, Halloween had apparently been very good for the triumphant Marlene and she was not beyond sharing the fact.

“I don’t know what your problem is, Sambo,” she sang happily. “I’m having a great time! We’re barely halfway through and my bag is almost full. If you hadn’t been so careless you’d have candy, too, you dumb sissy boy!”

Samuel frowned. He hated when Marlene called him demeaning names like “Sambo” and “sissy boy” or whatever. He hated even more when she did more important things like toss his clothes up in trees and make fun of him when he was naked. She’d been doing stuff like that ever since they first met the summer before. Ever since his mother dropped him off at Mrs. Tully’s and this whole nightmare of horrors first began.

“My stupid mom did all this,” he groaned. “It’s all her fault! And that stupid Old Lady Tully, too! She’s the worst! I hate her! I hate her more than anybody on this planet!”

“Nuh uh-uh! That’s not a very nice thing to say about the people who love you,” the costumed girl sang in a cheerful, mocking voice. “It’s not your mommy’s fault you’re out here with your fat little bare butt hanging out. It’s not Mrs. Tully’s fault, either, wimpy whiner. You’ve got no one to blame but your own pitiful little self for your pitiful little problems!”

Samuel pouted. He hated when she talked to him like he was a little kid!

“What are you talking about?” the naked lad fussed. “How is this my fault? I didn’t want to be here in the first place, but my mom made me! I didn’t want to go running around in that stupid Tarzan costume, but Mrs. Tully made me! I didn’t want to hang around those mean girls, but you made me! And I sure as heck didn't throw my costume up in the stupid tree! And now I lost everything. I don’t have any clothes and all my candy is gone. It’s not my fault, Marlene! It’s their fault and it’s your fault, too! It’s your fault, Marlene! Don’t say it isn’t! It’s your fault, too!”

“Yeah, I suppose I am partly to blame,” the seventh grade girl said, proudly puffing her chest out and putting her hands on her hips in a mock super hero pose. “Wasn’t it great? Now you’re my prisoner and I’m the one in charge for a change. You're right, Sambo! It all was made possible by li’l ol’ me!”

“This isn’t funny, Marlene!” fussed the angry boy. “You made me get naked in front of those girls! Then you threw away my costume! And then they hit me and pinched me … and made fun of me. That wasn’t fun or funny at all!”

“Oh, that’s not true.” The freckle-faced Wonder Woman giggled. “We all thought your wiener was pretty funny. I knew it was little, but I didn’t know it could get that small.”

A flash of heat burned Samuel’s face and shoulders. He tried not to look down, but he couldn’t help himself. His penis had indeed shrunk down to a trace of a nub, the "pink pearl" tip, as Mrs. Tully referred to it, peeking out from the baby fat between his plump thighs. Being so small "down there" was a mixed blessing; while he hated the idea of a bunch of pretty girls seeing how little he was in between his legs, it wasn’t so much of a chore to hide himself.

“Yeah, Lois Ann and the others had a great laugh over that,” said the smirking girl. “You do know you missed your chance to make a ‘bigger’ impression on them, don’t you?”

“You’re not funny,” squeaked the embarrassed boy. “Why don’t you go with them and leave me alone!”

Marlene laughed. “I just might. I think they really might want to hang out with me after this, wouldn’t you say?”

“Probably. You all deserve each other.” Samuel sniffed back a tear and frowned. “Who … who’s Lois Ann, anyway? One of your freaky Barbie friends?”

“Oh yeah, she was Cheerleader Barbie. Nurse Barbie was Karen Rowan and Blair Stephens wore the Disco Barbie outfit.” Marlene rolled her eyes. “They’ve been dressing up in Barbie costumes every year since first grade. You’d think they’d give it up, but they’re pretty much Barbies at school, too, so I guess it makes sense.”

“Well, those Barbies are mean bitches,” the naked boy said ruefully.

“Don’t say bad words like ‘bitch’ or I’ll tell Mrs. Tully.” The costumed girl giggled. “But you’re right. They are some mean bitches. On the other hand, I think I’m their new best friend after tonight.”

“Good for you,” Samuel mumbled.

Marlene looked at her worried companion and grinned. “I do have a question, though. Karen said something about a girl named Kendra Jackson. Who’s she? And this Lisa Johnson, do you know her, too? Do you go to school with either of them? After what Karen and Blair said, it sounds like they might go to your school.”

Samuel’s eyes went wide as he realized what she’d said. “Oh … my … gosh! I almost forgot about that. Those stupid girls … they know people who know me … and they’re gonna tell ….”

The panicked boy dropped down to his knees and squatted on his heels, burying his face in his hands.

“Geez, Marlene!” he groaned. “You told those dumb old girls my name and where I live … and where I go to school! Now they know all about me! And they know all the people I know … and who know me! Dang it, Marlene! They’re gonna tell on me! Now everybody I know will know … they’ll know … about … me … being naked and stuff ….”

Marlene sighed. She’d wanted to have fun at Samuel’s expense, but maybe – just maybe – she’d gone too far. She rolled her eyes and then knelt down next to the defeated child. She began stroking him on the back of his head, letting her hand trace along his back, caressing his soft, pink skin as she would a frightened kitten.

“Oh, I wouldn’t worry too much about any of that,” she said with a little chuckle. “Those three dumbasses are the biggest gossips in the county. Most of what comes out of their mouths is crap. They’re always making up lies about other people to make themselves look good. People don’t really pay much attention to what they say.”

Samuel looked up at his … friend? He wiped his eyes and shrugged. “But what if they do? What if people believe them? I’ll never be able to go back to school. Not if the other kids think I go around naked all the time!”

“Yeah, like people are going to believe that.” The freckle-faced girl laughed. “Think about it, you dummy. Who’s going to believe you went trick or treating naked? Does anybody actually do that sort of thing? I mean, really, nobody is going to believe that story. Especially when it comes from the likes of those three bitchy Barbie dolls.”

The worried boy rolled his eyes and shrugged. “I dunno. Th- … they might. P-people … people think I’m weird enough as … as it is.”

“So what? Who isn’t at least a little bit weird?” Marlene laughed. “Don’t worry about Lois Ann and her girlfriends. They’re always exaggerating and telling lies about people. They used to make fun of me … a lot. But that was a long time ago. They don’t do that anymore.”

Samuel remained seated on the ground, his arms wrapped around his knees, while Marlene stroked his back and plucked at his curly blond hair. He wouldn’t tell her, but he actually liked the touch of her hand on his bare skin, especially when she wasn’t smacking or spanking him. No, this was different … and nice. At the moment he didn’t feel so naked … and alone.

“Soooo … you think it’s g-gonna … b-be all right?” he mumbled. “You don’t think … my life is ruined?”

“Don’t worry about it,” she said with a smile. “I mean, you have more important things to worry about right now. Like, are you going to keep on trick or treating in your birthday suit? I mean, it’s all right with me. I think it’s pretty funny and the littler kids will think it’s great and all. But you might offend their parents.”

Samuel sighed. He looked up to see Marlene smile and he almost smiled in return. “Yeah, that might not be a good idea. So what am I supposed to do?”

The costumed girl put her finger to her chin in a very superhero way and thought for a moment. “Hmmm, I have an idea. You stay here. I’ll be right back!”

Samuel watched with disbelief as the laughing girl ran off, leaving him naked and defenseless in the shadow of the old tree. He blinked, then blinked again.

“What the f- …?” he whispered. He glanced down at his naked body and shook his head. His poor penis looked even smaller than before. “Yeah, like I’m going anywhere like this.”

Our unfortunate hero was at an impasse. He had nowhere to go, he had nothing to wear and at the moment he was alone and friendless. If something happened, if someone showed up and confronted him in his present state, he had nothing to protect himself except perhaps the darkness of the night.

“I am so screwed,” he said aloud to no one but himself.

Time passed slowly, so excruciatingly so that it was actually painful for the naked youngster. His body ached from sitting low to the ground and his feet were sore after all that running around on pavement and gravel without any shoes. Plus, he felt a sudden urge to go to the bathroom. His stomach rumbled and he thought perhaps he should not have eaten quite so many cupcakes for supper.

“Better not let Old Lady Tully hear that,” he said to himself with a bitter smile. “She’d probably make me take another stupid enema, even if it is Halloween night!”

It seemed like hours had passed when Samuel heard a flurry of footsteps in the darkness, followed by the echo of voices. He was hoping to see Marlene coming to his rescue, but when he peeked around the tree he saw instead several groups of trick or treaters scattered down the street, all of them headed his way. There were all ages of children, each having the time of their lives, running and skipping about and chatting away at a mile a minute. A panicked thrill shot through his body as he realized he would be seen if he didn’t find some cover, and now!

Behind him was a darkened house with several clumps of shrubbery that would make for a perfect hiding place. He started to dash for the bushes, but the first group of children was too close; leaving the safety of the shadow under the tree and running under the illumination of the street lights would certainly be his ruin.

Standing up, Samuel decided to stay in the shadows under the tree. He stepped close to the trunk and clung to the rough bark like his life depended on it. As the gang of trick or treaters passed by, he carefully moved on tiptoe around in a circle to keep himself on the opposite side of the tree trunk and safe from view.

“I got more than you did!” one of the costumed kids bragged. “I got more than all of you!”

“Did not, you dumbass!” another child – a boy, no doubt – argued. “I got more than all you!”

“Hey, I’m not a dumbass! You’re the dumbass!”

“No, you’re the dumbass!”

And so it went.

This happened no less than five times, one group after another wandering down the sidewalk, unaware of the naked seventh grader that clung to opposite side of the old oak tree. The groups varied from adolescents around Samuel’s age to little children and their parents. Samuel dreaded the older kids the most, his imagination running wild at the thought of what they might do if they caught him sneaking about in the darkness in naught but his bare skin.

Geezus! This is crazy, the trembling lad thought as he waited out group after group after group. I can’t believe nobody’s seen me! Maybe I can do this. Maybe I can get home without anybody seeing me and catching me!

Please … oh God … please ….

At one point the kids and grownups were so close, he could have sworn they heard his racing heart beating a thousand times a minute! He almost got caught at one point, and it was his own fault it happened. One little child spotted Marlene’s trick or treat bag sitting next to the tree where Samuel was hiding. Dressed as a devil, the youngster ran over and started to pick up the bag when one of the adults fussed at him.

“Andy, leave that alone! It’s not yours and you don’t know who left it there. Just leave it alone and come on. You’ve got more than enough candy for one night!”

“But … it’s full of all sorts of good stuff,” the little devil shouted. “There ain’t nothin’ wrong with it! Why can't I have it?”

“Because I said so! Now get back here now! Don’t make me come after you!”

Samuel was terrified! If the dad came to get the boy he’d be seen for sure! The frightened lad moved his foot, just an inch, to distance himself from the child, and that’s when he gave his position away. A twig snapped and the little devil looked up just in time to see a naked figure slip behind the trunk of the tree. Both boys took off in opposite directions, Samuel toward the bushes near the house and the costumed child toward his parents.

“Eeeek! I seen a ghost!” the little devil screamed. “Daddy Daddy Daddy!!! I just seen a ghost! Daddy Daddy Daddy!!!”

There was a lot of laughter and excited chatter as the startled trick or treater hurried to rejoin the others.

“See, I told you to leave that strange candy alone,” the adult said with a laugh. “You never know, it might have been a trap.”

“But it was a real ghost!” the little boy yelled. “I’m not kidding! I saw a real ghost!”

“Come along, son. It’s time to go home. You’re getting way too excited.”

“But I’m not kidding,” Andy insisted. “I saw a real live ghost ….”

Once the little devil and his family were out of sight our young hero retrieved the bag of candy and hid back in the bushes.

"This is ridiculous!" the naked child said aloud. "I can't believe I got away with that one!"

It was another long while before Marlene finally returned. Samuel was truly glad to see his fellow trick or treater, despite holding her responsible for most everything bad that had happened that evening. He noted with some interest the excitement in her face, along with her heavy breathing and a repetitious heaving of her blossoming bosom beneath the snug fitting Wonder Woman costume. The anxious lad set aside his fears long enough to admire her breasts, unable to take his eyes from their amazingness.

“I got it!” the excited girl said proudly. “It wasn’t easy, but I got it! You owe me big time, sissy boy!”

There was an instant of silence, then Samuel felt a sharp stinging on his nipple! At first he thought he’d gotten bitten by a bug, but then he realized Marlene had pinched him. It was the second time that night his poor boy boobs had been tweaked.

“Hey, eyes up here!” the costumed girl growled. “If you want to stare at somebody’s titties, just look at your own, girly boy!”

Samuel blushed as he realized what he’d done. “Um, sorry. I was … um ….”

Marlene sighed. “I know what you were doing. And I know what I’m going to do to you if I see you doing it again.”

The frustrated lad nodded. Great, he thought ruefully. It’s all right for her to stare at me naked all day long, but if I just look at her with her clothes on, I’m the bad guy? Geez ….

“Anyway,” Marlene continued, “as I was saying, you owe me big time, pretty boy.”

“I owe you big time for what?” the frustrated boy replied.

Marlene grinned. “For this!” she said as she lifted her hand up and showed off her prize.

Samuel looked on with surprise to see his Tarzan loincloth dangling before his eyes. He didn’t know if he was supposed to be happy or upset to see that stupid thing again. Either way, he was amazed as he realized that his arch enemy had somehow retrieved the skimpy costume – such as it was – from its last known whereabouts high in a tree somewhere in the darkness.

“How did …?”

The grinning girl shrugged. “Hey, I’m Wonder Woman, remember? It was easy.”

The naked boy took the puny pieces of cloth and string with a mixture of gratitude and dread. He turned away from his companion and shyly wrapped the string around his waist, tied the knots on each side and adjusted the little squares of fabric so as to conceal his privates as best as he could. It wasn’t much, but it was better than nothing.

“Feel better?” Marlene asked, her face alight with delight. “You still look pretty stupid in that thing.”

Samuel nodded. “I feel pretty stupid,” he conceded. “But at least it’s better than nothing.”

“If you say so. Forget that, though. Look at what else I found.” The costumed girl held up a black paper bag with an orange pumpkin and the word “Boo!” on the side.

“You’re welcome,” she said with a smirk.

The nearly naked boy sighed. He actually smiled, he was so glad to see his fortune turn around so quickly.

“Thanks. Um, you almost lost yours, too. Some kids came by and nearly got it. I hid it in the bushes so they wouldn’t get it.”

Marlene laughed. “Well, it’s a good thing you did. I would have taken yours as a penalty for being stupid.”

She then gave Samuel a little nudge. “Want to see something neat?” she asked, a spark of mischief in her eyes.

“Not if it’s like you did last time,” he said with a pout.

“Oh, don’t be such a sissy!” the laughing girl teased. “Trust me, it’ll be fun.”

Samuel rolled his eyes. “Yeah, fun for you, but not for me.”

The wary lad watched as his friend released her lasso from her belt and did something with her hand; to his amazement the clear plastic rope glowed brightly, lighting the two children up like a flashlight.

“This is what I used to get your costume down from the tree,” she said proudly. “It took me about a hundred tries – it was up there pretty high – but I finally knocked it down. Who knew a lasso would be so handy?”

Samuel was truly impressed. “Wow … that is so neat! It’s got lights … just like the real thing.”

“Don’t be stupid. There’s no such thing as a real Wonder Woman lasso.” Marlene stuck her tongue out at him. She then grinned. “But it is pretty neat, isn’t it? I found these little bulbs at the craft store and put them in some tubing. The battery will last all night long.”

“Wow, that actually is … awesome!” The blushing boy was more than a little jealous. “My Iron Man costume has lights kinda like that. We would have looked awesome together if I had it on instead of this stupid thing.”

Marlene grinned. “You want us to look more awesome together? Come here, let’s try something.”

Samuel felt a wave of dread sweep over him as the costumed girl took away his bag of candy and set it on the ground. She then looped the lasso over his head and around his body. There was some fiddling behind his back and the next thing he knew, the anxious lad felt his arms pulled and bound behind him, leaving him at the mercy of his giggling captor.

“Tarzan” was now the prisoner of “Wonder Woman.”

“There, that works,” said the smirking girl.

Samuel made a pouty face. “I don’t think I like this,” he said.

“Oh, shut up.” Marlene gave him a funny look. “Here … I need to do one more thing ….”

She glanced around to make sure they were alone. Samuel did likewise. The nearest trick or treaters were at least five houses away.

“What are you going to …?”

Samuel watched with surprise as his archnemesis reached down with both hands and placed them on either side of his bare hips. A shiver of anxiety went over him. He tried to back away, but playful fingers slid behind the top of his loincloth and tugged; he knew if they pulled too hard he’d be naked again.

“No, Marlene ….” Our hero’s eyes went wide with fright. “You better not or I’ll tell! I promise, I’ll tell on you!”

“So?” Marlene shrugged. “Who you gonna tell? Your mommy?”

Samuel felt her pull a little harder on the fragile cloth. With his arms bound behind him he was at her mercy, and he didn’t trust her enough not to worry. And so he moved closer to the silent girl in order to keep his meager costume from coming loose. It took a moment for him to realize he was being pulled toward her for a reason.

“Marleeeeeen,” he whined. “What are you d-doing …?”

Marlene licked her lips. Samuel’s face, indeed, his entire nearly naked body was just inches from her own. The flustered boy blushed as he tried to avoid her gaze, his lower lip stuck out in a fretful frown.

“Please, Marlene …. don’t ….”

The smirking girl giggled. “Don’t what? You don’t even know what I’m going to do, sissy boy.”

Samuel felt the fingers of one hand grab the front of his loincloth, holding tight and preventing him from escaping. He gasped as the fingers of her other hand slipped underneath and grabbed the tip of his penis in a possessive, not so gentle manner. He struggled to free his arms and protect himself, but he couldn’t get loose; that stupid lasso held him snug and tight! He was nearly naked and bound at the hands of the one person who scared and confused him the most in this world. What made things even worse was how his plump, pink body was illuminated by the glowing rope light.

“Now you gotta do whatever I say,” Marlene said with a satisfied and sinister smile.

And with that she leaned forward and gave the trembling boy a warm, wet kiss on the mouth.   As she pulled away a vindictive smile spread across her glistening lips.

“You’re not cooperating,” she growled.

Samuel was confused, so much so that he forgot to take a breath as she moved in again and locked her lips against his, forcing her tongue in between his teeth. He felt smothered under the weight and intensity of the kiss; her eager tongue nearly gagged him as it swirled around inside his mouth with impunity, forcing its way into every nook and cranny as if it owned him.

Not knowing what else to do, our young hero gave in. He opened his mouth as wide as possible and let Marlene do as she wanted. With his arms and hands tied behind him and her holding his scant costume in a viselike grip, there was no use in arguing, no sense in resisting. He opened not just his mouth, but his soul and let her take command. And in doing so, he felt a wave of … pleasure? … joy? … sweep over him. As much as he hated to admit it, he actually enjoyed being under the spell of this confident costumed girl and her glowing lasso.

It was just as well. He had nothing else to do.

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Twelve year old Samuel Oliver was in a daze as he walked alongside his friend and arch enemy, the mischievous Marlene Miller. The nearly naked lad felt lightheaded and dizzy, a thousand thoughts spinning about inside his adolescent mind, some good, some bad and others yet to be determined. So much had happened in the past few hours, he barely knew which way was up, much less where he was or what he was supposed to be doing.

Thank goodness, Marlene had released Samuel’s hands, but she left the luminescent lasso looped around his neck and led the hapless lad around like a pet on a leash. It wasn’t charity that motivated this decision; with his hands free, Samuel could carry both his bag of candy as well as that of his captor. The illusion of being Wonder Woman’s prisoner and slave was not lost on him; nor did it escape the notice of everyone they met.

“My goodness, Marlene, when you get your hands on a boy, you don’t let him get away, do you?” squealed the lady of the next house they visited. “That really must be a magic lasso. I’m going to have to get myself one of those!”

“Ooooo, Wonder Woman got herself a cute one!” cried another woman. “And he’s sooooo adorable! Good for you, Marlene!”

Even the men seemed to approve. “It looks like she’s breaking you in right, little buddy,” one gentleman said with a chuckle. “Better get used to it!”

Laughter and giggles greeted the two wherever they went. The good news was their teamwork got them extra candy, which both children could appreciate. The bad news came in the form of the teasing Samuel got from adults and children alike. The light from the lasso brought added attention to his scandalous Halloween costume, lighting up his bare body like a neon sign; he couldn’t have hidden his shame if he tried.

“Uh-oh, Wonder Woman caught a streaker! Way to go, Wonder Woman!”

“Look at that kid! He’s almost naked!”

“Haha, who’re you supposed to be, diaper boy?”

Samuel’s embarrassment hit a new low when one lady insisted on taking pictures of the trick or treating couple. Marlene was delighted to comply, of course, which meant he had little choice in the matter. To make matters even worse, the eager woman insisted they pose without their bags of candy, which took away his ability to hide and left the anxious lad exposed to the in his skimpy loincloth. He tried to slip away, but Marlene’s super hero persona was so intimidating, he felt helpless to resist; and so he just stood there with a dumb look on his face while the camera flashed away, a prisoner without much of a disguise

Later Samuel would receive a framed photo of “Wonder Woman and her slave.” He looked about as ridiculous as he remembered feeling that night, with his nearly naked body pale and plump next to Marlene in her awesome superhero costume. He couldn’t help notice how much he resembled a shy little elementary grade kid in contrast to his friend’s blossoming womanly appearance. It was humiliating image that he would carry of himself for the rest of his life.

As trick or treating came to an end and the pair approached home, Samuel’s thoughts replayed the evening’s events. Chief on his mind was the kissing session he just had with the unpredictable girl at his side. So far Marlene was the only girl he’d ever kissed and each time it happened he’d been at a severe disadvantage. Tonight’s experience was both breathtaking and alarming.

What was all that about? he wondered silently. One minute she’s bullying me and pushing me around, the next she’s nice and friendly. And then she’s mean to me again … and then she’s nice again and even kissing me?

What the heck is going on with that crazy girl???

What made things even more confusing was how Samuel found himself obsessing over his friend’s appearance. When they first met he thought Marlene was the ugliest girl in the world. Being Mrs. Tully’s protoge only made things worse; everything he hated about his dreaded babysitter was automatically projected on the young girl. But now … well, things had changed. Marlene Miller was still the same freckle-faced, kinky haired girl he met in his grandmother’s garden, but now she seemed … different.

Maybe it’s because she’s no wearing her glasses, Samuel thought to himself. Maybe that’s it.

As they passed under the street lights he glanced at his friend. Okay, fine, he stared at her. He couldn’t help himself. It wasn’t just the lack of spectacles that he found attractive; her Wonder Woman costume reminded him that she had more, much more, to offer than that. Her swollen adolescent breasts strained against the gold lamé and red and blue satin, and her round bottom and long legs were, well, rounder and longer than he remembered them being when they first met. Even though her age was the same as his, she seemed so much more mature – which made him jealous beyond words!

It’s not fair, Samuel thought to himself. She looks better and better every time I see her … and I’m still fat and pudgy. I look like a little kid compared to her.

It’s just not fair!

The frustrated boy glanced down to see his fleshy thighs and belly jiggling as he struggled to keep pace with his energetic companion; the sight of his effeminate body made him feel sick to his stomach. He resisted the temptation to cover his enlarged nipples; that usually just drew more attention to his “condition.”

Ugh, I hate having these stupid looking boy boobs, he thought silently. The stupid doctor had said I’d grow out of these things one of these days. When is that day gonna get here?

Samuel shook his head as he tried not to think about such stuff. Instead, his thoughts went back to Marlene, which was frustrating. He didn’t want to like her – after all, she was mean to him and loved teasing him and making him cry all the time – but the fascination was still there.   Just as with Mrs. Tully and Mrs. Haggard, he wanted to distance himself from anybody who made him feel so bad about himself. But the freckle-faced girl next to him was hard to ignore.

She really is a good kisser, he thought with a rueful smile. Her lips are so soft … and they taste pretty good, too ….

There it was, another electric jolt of pain on his poor nipple! This time it felt like he’d gotten stung by a wasp.

“OOOOWWW!!! Marlene! Don’t do that!”

“Well then, stop doing that!” the costumed girl exclaimed.

“Um, stop what?” Samuel blinked back a tear and rubbed his aching nipple. “I didn’t do anything!”

“Stop staring at me! I warned you earlier about that! Do you want me to stare at you?” Samuel vigorously shook his head. “Then stop it! Keep it up, sissy boy, and I’ll strip you down to your birthday suit and give the whole neighborhood something the stare at. I mean it!”

“But I wasn’t ….” Samuel closed his mouth before he got himself in any further trouble. Marlene had proven just as formidable as Mrs. Tully when it came to arguing their point with him. “Sorry. I didn’t mean ….”

“Oh, just shut up and keep looking pretty,” the annoyed girl snapped. “That’s what you do best, remember? Just look pretty and do as you’re told.”

Samuel started to say something smart. Instead, he bit his tongue and kept quiet. There was nothing to be gained by making Marlene mad at this point. All she had to do was toss his costume back up in a tree again and he’d be doomed.

Just shut up and keep looking pretty, he thought to himself. She’s getting to sound just like Old Lady Tully. Yuck!

***

The unlikely pair continued trick or treating until the very end. Oddly enough, the last house they visited was Marlene’s. Samuel found that somewhat pleasing as it delayed his return to the dreaded Mrs. Tully. Who knew what that old witch had in store for him when he got back! As far as he was concerned the longer he could delay that, the better.

“Go on up and ring the bell,” Marlene told him as they approached the house. “I’ll wait here. I want to see how Mom and Aunt Margaret react when they see you.”

Samuel looked down at his bare breasts and belly and sighed. After being exposed to the cool night air and pinched by Marlene, his nipples were proudly – and achingly – sticking out. He blushed as he realized they looked almost like the ones he’d seen in his father’s girly magazines. Not exactly the kind of thing he wanted his friend’s family to see.

“Do I have to do this all by myself? Don’t you think it would be better if you just came with me? I don’t know them very well and ….”

“Oh, just shut up and do as I say!” Marlene’s face took on an annoyed look. “Geez, stop being such a stupid crybaby! It’s not like the whole neighborhood hasn’t already seen your fat little butt already. I want my mom and aunt to have a chance, too.”

The bashful boy felt as though the eyes of the world were upon him as he stepped up onto the porch, alone and vulnerable. He paused for a moment, then reached out and pressed the doorbell button. Looking over his shoulder, he saw his costumed custodian hiding next to the family car, a vindictive smirk spread across her freckled face.

“Don’t forget what you’re supposed to say,” she hissed. “Do it … or else!”

Samuel sighed, then nodded. He adjusted his loincloth to ensure everything was properly covered. Well, as much as was possible. He felt like a little kid being sent on a foolish task. Which is exactly what he was.

The anxious lad rang the bell and a pair of very tall and mysterious figures filled the doorway. He cleared his throat and tried to speak. He could barely get the words out as he recognized the fantastic creatures that stepped into the light.

“Trick or treat, trick or … treat,” he squeaked nervously. “G-give me … m-me … something g-good t-to … to eat ….”

The cause for Samuel’s panic was understandable. Standing before him were two very attractive adult women posing dramatically in the most outlandish of costumes! Mary Frances Miller, Marlene’s mother, was uncharacteristically startling in a black mask with pointy ears, a cape and a black body suit that shined like leather; a bright yellow bat symbol was emblazoned across her breasts, both of which, by the way, stuck out in a very un-Mrs. Miller fashion. A pair of knee-high leather boots with high heels made her look taller than usual and black leather gloves added to the formidable appearance of her costume.

Mrs. Miller’s sister, Marlene’s Aunt Margaret, wore a similar black body suit, only she had no cape or mask or bat symbol across her equally magnificent bosom. Instead of being shiny, her outfit was made of a soft velvety cloth that reminded the curious child of fur; the material clung to her figure and, as with her sister, stretched against her heavy breasts and wide bottom. A thick, wide black suede belt compressed her waist, much like a corset, further enhancing her hourglass figure; and attached to that was something that looked like a piece of shiny rope or a whip, which Samuel found quite ominous.

Yikes, the titillated twelve year old thought to himself. I mean … wow!

Rather than a mask, Aunt Margaret wore a pair of mysterious leather goggles over her eyes and a set of cat ears protruded from the top of her head. Like her sister, she also wore high-heeled boots and gloves – again, constructed of the same furlike black velvet as her bodysuit. Adding to the exotic design of her costume, the tips of her gloves sported what seemed to be long clawlike fingernails, which she waved and twirled about in a very dramatic fashion as she spoke.

“What are you sta-rrrrrrrring at, my darrrrrrrr-ling little frrrrrrriend?” the catlike woman purred. “You like what you see? Aren’t weeeee … a purrrrrrrrr-FECT pairrrrrrrrrrr?”

The two women smiled down at the stunned boy. Samuel shook his head in disbelief. This was not at all what he expected. Mrs. Miller and her sister looked so amazing in their costumes, better than the comic books; he was reminded of the costumed women in his father’s old adventure magazines. This was a far cry from the pretty houses dresses and soft sweaters they normally wore. A familiar tingling hit him beneath his skimpy loincloth and as he stared at the two pairs of breasts that hovered at eye level before him, he thought of his favorite teacher, Mrs. Campbell, for some strange reason.

How do they get those things to stick out like that, he wondered silently. It’s like they’re floating in the air!

“Um, wow …,” croaked Samuel. “Hello, Mrs. M-Miller … Miss Margaret. Uh … trick or … t-treat …?”

The two women smiled down at the blushing boy, their bright teeth made even whiter by the deep, dark red lipstick they each wore. Clad in their form-fitting super hero costumes, they seemed to enjoy showing off their feminine attributes to the bashful boy.

“Well, hello Samuel!” Mrs. Miller said with a bright laugh. “Your costume certainly is … different. Who are you supposed to be?”

Samuel sighed. “I’m, um … T-T-Tarzan … L-Lord of the … J-Jungle ….” he stammered. “Or at least that’s what I’m … I’m s-supposed t-to … b-be.”

“You’re way too adorrrrrr-able to be that horrrrrrrible old Tarrrrrrr-zan, darrrrrrrrrling,” Aunt Margaret said playfully. “You look more like a shy little mouse in that skimpy little thing you’re wearrrrrrr-ing.”

The blushing boy nodded. “Yes ma’am,” he replied softly. “I guess so.”

As he tried to think of something else to say, Samuel noted with some amusement that Marlene’s aunt had a long, thick furry tail hanging from the back of her costume. He tried not to stare as that would have been most rude, indeed!

The awkward silence continued for another moment of so. The two women simply stood and smiled as the young boy squirmed and fidgeted uncomfortably. Samuel bit his lip, then sighed. He assumed he was supposed to say something else.

“So, um … I like your, um, Batgirl costume, Mrs. Miller,” he squeaked nervously. “And your Catwoman costume is pretty neat, too, Miss Margaret.”

Marlene’s mother put her hands on her hips and gave the half-naked lad a stern look. “Bat-GIRL? Really? Do I look like a GIRL to you, young man? I’m no Batgirl! I’m Bat-WOMAN!”

Well, that certainly threw the youngster for a loop! He shrank down as the smiling woman flipped her cape out to her sides like a pair of wings and laughed.

“I mean, really … do I look like a girl or a woman? Hmm? Hmmm?”

Despite his nervousness, Samuel had to agree; the marvelous creature facing him was most definitely a fully grown woman and not a girl. Her curves, especially her narrow waist and round hips, were not at all girl-like; and her mature, pointed breasts jiggled beneath the shiny material in a way no mere girl’s blossoming bosom ever would.

“Um, a woman, I guess.” The baffled lad bit his lip and dug a bare toe against the floor of the porch. “Sorry,” he mumbled to no one in particular.

“Oh, look, our little Tarrrrrr-zan blushing!” Aunt Margaret clapped her hands. “Isn’t that adorrrrrrr-able? I guess we still got it, hmm, Batwoman?”

“Oh, we’ve still got it all right, Catwoman!” Mrs. Miller raised an eyebrow toward Samuel, a knowing smirk spread across her lips. “Judging from the look on our little friend’s face, we got it pretty good!”

The costumed “Catwoman” made a dramatic show of licking the back of her hand and then running it up and down her cheek in a very feline manner. “Oh yes, we are absolutely perrrrrrrrrrr-fect!”

Marlene’s mother sighed. “Are you going to do that all night? It’s starting to get annoying.”

“But of courrrrrrrse, darrrrrrr-ling! And why shouldn’t I? It’s Halloween! Isn’t that right, little man?”

Samuel shrugged, then nodded.

“I … I guess so,” he squeaked.

There was another awkward silence. A shy, dumb grin spread over Samuel’s face as he tried to think of something to say. He blinked, then cleared his throat.

“Um, well, M-Marlene is with m-me … somewhere …,” he half-whispered. He looked over his shoulder, but his costumed friend was nowhere to be found. In fact, the streets were nearly devoid of anyone, trick or treaters, passersby … anyone at all.   The baffled boy frowned, then shrugged.

“I mean, well … she was over there a minute ago. I d-don’t know … where she … um, went.”

“That’s all right,” Mrs. Miller cooed. “She probably went next door to talk with your grandmother. You can keep us company until she gets back. You don’t mind hanging out with a pair of ugly old ladies, do you? Our costumes don’t scare you, do they?”

“Maybe,” Samuel whispered truthfully. “Just a … a little, I guess ….”

“Batwoman” looked down at the anxious lad, a bright smile showing off her white teeth. “Aw, don’t be scared, sweetheart. Everything is going to be just fine.”

“That’s rrrrrrrrright, darrrrrr-ling boy,” purred “Catwoman.” “We’re going to take real good care of you ….”

***

This was not the first time Mary Frances Miller nor her sister had seen young Samuel Oliver in skimpy attire. Oh, no far from it! As a matter of fact, they had seen the beleaguered boy completely naked on many occasions, ever since their next door neighbor, Mrs. Tully, began babysitting him earlier in the year.

Summers were hot in their part of the country and everyone kept their windows open in warm weather, which meant a lot of what happened in a person’s house was known by their neighbors. Mary Frances and Margaret stood at the dining room window several times throughout that fateful summer, their faces hidden by lace curtains, and witnessed many, many of the bare bottomed spankings Samuel received at the hands of his dreaded babysitter; this happened enough that it became something of a pastime for the curious siblings.

“Well, that was certainly interesting,” Marlene’s mother remarked one evening. She and her sister had just watched Mrs. Tully administer a particularly harsh paddling to her grandson’s bare bottom, rending him to a trembling, whimpering mass of tears and emotion. As she spoke the contrite youngster was standing in the middle of the parlor, still in his birthday suit in full view through Mrs. Tully’s window; his hesitant, wavering voice could be heard as he read aloud from a book of children’s nursery rhymes.

“I feel a little guilty saying this, but I kind of enjoyed that,” Mary Frances confessed. “Does that make me a bad person?”

“Well, I don’t know about being a ‘bad person,’ but it does make you a pervert,” Aunt Margaret said with a giggle. “My sister, the perv! I can’t believe you could say such a thing about that poor boy!”

Mary Frances Miller raised an eyebrow. “Oh, and like you’re not thinking the same thing, either? You liar! You loved it and you know it! You’re such a hypocrite!”

“It takes one to know one,” replied her grinning sister.

There was a long silence. Margaret lit up a cigarette and held it out. “Want one?”

“Oh, god yes! I think I need a cold shower, too ….”

It wasn’t just bare bottomed spankings that allowed the two women to see Samuel Oliver in his birthday suit. They had also observed their young subject running around the house in his bare skin – and sometimes in a scanty apron and what appeared to be panties – running the vacuum, washing dishes and dusting chotchkies in the living room.

On more than on occasion they’d even witnessed him working in Mrs. Tully’s back yard garden, helping their elderly neighbor plant flowers, weeding and watering the endless patches of blossoms, fruits and vegetables that were scattered about. They spent many an hour smoking cigarettes and peering out from behind lace curtains as young Samuel was gradually transformed from a rough and tough all-American boy to a bashful, effeminate child who was quick to please his adopted grandmother.

“That boy is going to make some girl a wonderful housewife,” Mary Frances commented more than once while spying on her neighbor. “The poor thing … can you imagine what’s going through his mind? He’s either hating every minute he’s over there … or he’s loving it. The thought of it gives me the shivers.”

“It’s probably a good thing I don’t have a boy like that of my own,” Margaret would reply. “I’d probably end up keeping him in his birthday suit all the time, or at the very least, an apron and a pair of panties, just like dear old Mrs. Tully. I’d make him wait on me hand and foot, do my nails and fetch me chocolates. He’d grow up to be the biggest mama’s boy … yeah, it’s a good thing I never got pregnant.”

“You are so delusional!” her sister would joke. “The last time I checked, you have to have a man to get pregnant. I don’t think you have much to worry about!”

Behind the playful banter, the two sisters’ were quite passionate about their shared interest; it actually went back many years, having originated from when they themselves were young girls. Mary Frances got knocked down by a football thrown by the boy who lived next door. The blow was so hard that it broke her glasses and caused her to go face first down on the sidewalk. A terrible accident, it resulted in a pair of broken glasses and a scar on her chin that would follow her into adulthood.

The mother of the culprit was both horrified and embarrassed by what had happened. She invited the girls and their mother to her home where she made her son apologize and promise to pay for the glasses. She was so upset, she then took the drastic step of punishing the rowdy child in front of everyone.

The girls watched with fascination as the nervous boy was ordered to undress, right there in the middle of the living room, right before their very eyes! This was the first time either sister had seen a naked boy and they were so excited that they held hands as they watched the proceedings. To their delight the frightened lad was ordered to bend over and grab his ankles, whereupon his mother proceeded to whip his bare bottom and the backs of his legs with a leather belt, rendering him to a flood tears.

This was the most amazing thing Mary Frances and Margaret had ever seen in their young lives! But it wasn’t over; when she was done, the flustered woman then offered their mother a turn with the belt. What ensued was a whipping that neither girl would ever forget!

Most thrilling was how afterward everyone was invited to tea and the tearful boy – still in his bare skin – was directed to join them. The two girls giggled and laughed – with adult approval – as their playmate demurely stood before them like a work of art, his entire body exposed for their viewing pleasure.

The sisters found the experience both frightening and exciting, so much that it became a life changing event for them both. They would go on to have more adventures with “the weaker sex” in the years that followed, but that first time would be the one they always looked back on with the greatest affection.

And now they were aiding and abetting their precious Marlene in her discovery of boys. Poor Samuel ... as far as they were concerned, his shame was Marlene's gain. And if they could have a little fun along the way, all the better for everyone.

***

Samuel Oliver stood helpless before the two costumed women. He felt sorely underdressed in comparison to their impressive comic book character costumes; pale pink skin and a skimpy loincloth contrasted poorly with black leather and fur, and blushing cheeks and bare feet were no match for mysterious masks and high heeled boots.

“I love your hair, Samuel,” Marlene’s Aunt Margaret said warmly. She reached out and plucked at his long blond curls with her gloved cat claws. “It’s so soft and the color is just beautiful. I’m glad you let it grow long. It would be a shame if you ever cut it off.”

The half-naked lad nodded. The image of a cruel black cat toying with a frightened mouse flashed through his mind, sending a chill over his plump, vulnerable body.

“Yes m-ma’am,” he squeaked nervously. “My m-mom likes it long, so I d-don’t get it … g-get it c-cut … v-very often.”

“You ought to let me do your hair sometime, sweetie. I own a beauty parlor at the mall. I cut little boys’ hair all the time. You should never let a barber touch these lovely locks. Not ever!”

Samuel sighed. “Yes m-ma’am. I d-don’t go to the barber. My mom … she hates b-barbers. S-she … t-takes me to her beauty shop once a month for a … a t-trim. Sometimes.” He frowned. “I haven’t been in a couple of months.”

“Well, good for mom! She’s a pretty smart cookie. If you were mine, I’d never let you get a haircut. I’d let these sweet tresses just grow and grow … until you were as lovely as a girl.” The faux feline female laughed. “It wouldn’t take much. You are quite pretty as you stand.”

The frustrated boy gritted his teeth. “Yes ma’am. I get that a lot already.”

“I’m sure you do,” Aunt Margaret cooed.

“Oh, please! Leave the poor child alone!” Mrs. Miller interrupted. “Can’t you see he has a enough problems as it is?”

Clad in her Batwoman costume, Marlene’s mother made a grand gesture of pulling Samuel close, pressing his face against her leather encased bosom.

“Don’t let her upset you, sweetheart. She’s just jealous because she doesn’t have any children of her own.”

“Hey, that’s not my fault!” complained the younger woman. “You have Marlene … I deserve a little playtoy, too!”

“Marlene is not a playtoy! She is my daughter and your niece. Stop being so childish!”

“Look who’s talking about being childish!” Margaret laughed. “Have you looked in the mirror lately?”

“Batwoman” sighed. “Oh, you’re one to talk! It was your idea for us to dress up in these silly costumes. Catwoman my ass!”

Samuel Oliver didn’t understand quite everything that was going on. All he knew was two beautiful women in comic book heroine costumes were fussing over him and somehow his nose and mouth ended up pressed against the tip of a very firm breast. He tried to pull away, but Mrs. Miller pressed her hand against the back of his head, forcing his face to remain in place. He squirmed a bit as a familiar tingling radiated from the tip of his penis. He was not unfamiliar with the position, having spent considerable time buried against his mischievous babysitter’s enormous bosom!

“Don’t be so selfish, you flying rat!” hissed Margaret. “Give me back my little Tarzan!”

The smiling Catwoman slid her hands under Samuel’s arms and pried him free of Batwoman’s grasp. The next thing the poor boy knew, his face was once again squashed against yet another set of firm breasts, only this time he felt warm velvet rather than shiny leather against his skin. The scent of perfume was quite strong and tickled his nose.

“It’s only fair that I have a little fun, too, you know!” Aunt Margaret laughed as she ran her catlike fingernails up and down the baffled boy’s bare arms and back. She lifted his face up toward her own and gave him a kiss on the forehead, leaving behind a dark, almost bloody red lip print in the process. “Don’t you worry, sweetheart. Mama’s gonna take real good care of you!”

This back and forth teasing went on for some time, causing Samuel no little embarrassment. He bounced between the two adult women – and their breasts! – more times than he could count, leaving his face covered in red lipstick and his skimpy loincloth askew. His “costume” eventually loosened and dropped to the floor, leaving his bare bottom completely exposed; even more embarrassing, his stiffening penis stuck out for all to see. He tried to reach down and return things to the way they were supposed to be, but Batwoman grabbed his hand and pulled him one way while Catwoman dragged him the other, making it nearly impossible to stay on his feet, much less cover his modesty!

“Mrs. Miller! Miss Margaret! My … my costume … I’m … I … I don’t have … any pants ….”

“Shhhh, that’s not important now, darrrrrrling!” purred Aunt Margaret. “I need to get you away from that ugly old flying rrrrrrrrat first! You need to stay with me … I’ll take perrrrrrrrfect carrrrrrrrre of you ….”

Mrs. Miller let out a loud, unlady-like laugh from behind her bat mask. “Oh no you don’t! I don’t think that’s a very good idea at all. He needs to come with me. Marlene and I will make sure he gets what he needs!”

“Let go of my little darling, you winged mouse!” Catwoman commanded. “He belongs to me! Look at his little weenie. He obviously wants to be with me!”

Sure enough, when Samuel looked down his penis was sticking out. He was horrified to have an erection in front of two adult women, especially under such bizarre circumstances.

“Please let me go!” he begged. “I gotta get some pants on! Please … let go! Please … let me go!”

It was only when Marlene showed up and took command did Samuel get a break from being kissed and molested by the two costumed ladies.

“MOTHER! AUNT MARGARET!” the girl in the Wonder Woman outfit exclaimed. “What are you doing with my Samuel? Stop it this INSTANT!!!”

A flustered Samuel Oliver looked over to see his friend standing on the porch, hands on her hips, with a fierce frown on her face. The wind caused her cape to swirl and her hair to flutter about, giving her a most dynamic and heroic appearance. For an instant he was actually glad to see his archnemesis, if only to be rescued from the clutches of his female captors.

“I swear, I’m gone for five minutes and when I come back you’re all acting like a bunch of bratty children! What is wrong with you?”

Marlene looked down and saw Samuel’s erection. This was not the first time she’d seen it; on any other occasion she would have smiled and teased him mercilessly about his little “lie detector,” now was not the time. She scowled at the embarrassed lad and scolded him as though he was a little child.

“And you! Wipe that lipstick off your face and fix your costume before somebody else sees your stupid little weenie! Good grief, Sambo … showing it off in front of my mother and aunt! Don’t you have any dignity?”

Not knowing what else to do, Samuel reached down and picked up what was left of his loincloth and wiped his face with it. He then examined the skimpy thing was alarmed to see that in all of the chaos and confusion the string had broken. His worst dream had come true; he was now trapped in public without a stitch to cover his feeble nakedness.

“Marlene … my … my costume … it’s … ruined.”

Marlene was too busy to be bothered with such trifles. She was involved in a heated argument with her mother and aunt.

“Mother! Aunt Margaret! How could you! You’re going to ruin everything if you keep acting like this!”

“My goodness, sweetie, I’ve never seen you get this upset over a boy before,” cooed Mrs. Miller. “At least not in a good way.”

“Marlene’s iiiiiin loooooo-oooooove!” teased Aunt Margaret. “She loves her little Saaaaam-booooo! Her pretty wittle boooooyyyyy-frrrrrrrrriiiiieeeeend!”

“I didn’t say that! That’s not what I meant! He’s not my … my boyfriend! How could you??? Oh, never mind!”

“Don’t ‘oh never mind’ me, young lady,” Aunt Margaret teased. “You should have seen your face! You were so jealous when you saw us hugging and kissing your little boyfriend, you could have spit fire!”

“I did not! I was not!” fumed the young girl. “Mother! I see you smiling. Don’t you start on me, too!”

Mrs. Miller nonchalantly adjusted her bat mask and utility belt. “I’m not starting anything. I just know what I know. You’re the one who said you loved him. If I remember correctly, last summer you even told us you were going to marry him.”

“MOTHER!!!!”

Samuel stood in a daze. Standing naked on his neighbor’s – well, his babysitter’s neighbor’s – front porch and trapped in the middle of a family squabble was a nightmare! Couldn’t anybody see that he needed to get some clothes? And fast! Instead, the three females fussed and teased one another for the longest time, completely ignoring the nude child in the process. Not knowing what else to do, he wrapped his arms across his chest and pressed his knees together and hoped for the evening to come to a quick and merciful end.

Marlene and her family knew exactly what they were doing, of course. The longer they fussed and teased one another, the longer they could make Samuel stay naked, which was all part of the fun!

“Mom, I swear, one of these days ….” Marlene gave both her mother and her aunt a suspicious look. “Just how much wine have you two had tonight? You were supposed to drive us to the park for the big party. You can’t do that if you’re drunk!”

Mrs. Miller giggled. “Oh, don’t worry your curly little head, dear. I only had one glass. Cat Woman here, on the other hand, pretty much finished the rest of the bottle.”

“It’s trrrrrue,” Aunt Margaret purred. “It wasn’t a big bottle, though. But it was pretty good. Well, verrrrrry good, come to think of it.”

Samuel stood silently, wondering if the three females were done arguing. While he wasn’t exactly eager to go back to Mrs. Tully, he wasn’t exactly comfortable in his current predicament.

“So, can I go home now ….” he started to say. Before he could get another word out he was rudely interrupted by Marlene, who put her finger to his lips as if he was a little child.

“Shush, Sambo. This is more important than anything you have to say. Now, if you’re all done acting like children, listen up! I just checked with Mrs. Tully and we are good to go. She said her party doesn’t start until ten, so we can take our time.”

The freckle faced girl giggled. “Poor Mrs. Tully. She’s so tired from dealing with all the trick or treaters, I think she might take a nap while we’re gone.”

“Oh, bless her heart,” Mrs. Miller said sweetly. “I guess she had a pretty busy evening. It was pretty crazy here, too. It’s been one of our biggest Halloweens ever!”

“I’ll go get the car started,” said Aunt Margaret. “You kids might want to put your candy in the house. There’s no sense in taking it with us.”

“Oh no you don’t!” fussed Batwoman. “You are NOT driving! Not after all the wine you’ve had. We’ll take my car instead.”

“To the Batmobile!” the costumed Catwoman commanded with an unladylike snort.

Samuel shook his head. He still had absolutely no idea what was going on. It was as though he’d been dropped into the middle some outrageously bizarre comedy show on television. He stood dumbly as Marlene snatched up his precious bag of goodies and put them in her house. Mrs. Miller then locked the front door and stashed her key in a compartment of her utility belt.

“M- … Mrs. M-Miller …? Wha- … where …?”

“Okay, are you kids ready to go?” “Bat Woman” asked brightly. We don’t want to be too late. We might miss the contest!”

“I’m ready!” cried Marlene. She turned to Samuel and shot him an evil, leering smile. “Are you ready, pretty boy?”

“Um, go where?” the naked lad asked weakly. “Where are you going?”

“You mean, ‘where are WE going!’ Mom and Aunt Margaret are taking us to the park. There’s a big Halloween party and there’ll be games and prizes and dancing.” The costumed girl grinned. “Don’t worry. We already cleared this with Mrs. Tully. You’re good to go!”

Samuel’s eyes went wide with fear. He looked down at the ruined “Tarzan” costume in his hands and then his naked body.

“But … I … I can’t go like this!” he exclaimed. “I mean … I’m … I’m … I don’t have any clothes on! Marleeeeeene! I can’t go like this … people will see … see me ….”

“Oh, give me that thing. I can fix it,” Mrs. Miller said cheerfully. “Trust me, you will not be the only one dressed in something skimpy. These kids today, sometimes they can get a little crazy when they party ….”

The next thing Samuel knew, he was drug to the car and strapped into the back seat – all while still naked! Marlene climbed in over him, buckled up and then grabbed his hand. She glanced down at his penis and laughed; with his legs pressed together, it had nowhere to point but straight up!

“Don’t tell me you’re not having fun!” she exclaimed as she reached over and gave the tip of Samuel’s erection a flick with her fingertip. “Just wait ‘til we get back. This is going to be the best Halloween ever!”

Samuel winced, then pushed his protruding organ down between his thighs for protection. And just in time, too! Mrs. Miller turned around and grinned at the two children from underneath her Bat Woman mask. She seemed genuinely happy to have her daughter sitting next to a naked boy, which – in Samuel’s mind – just seemed weird.

“Oh, you two look just adorable together! Isn’t this fun? It’s a good thing I brought my camera.”

Samuel watched in shocked amazement as the costumed woman reached down and fiddled with her utility belt; a small camera was produced, signified by a bright FLASH as a photograph of the young couple was taken. And then another. And yet another.

“Oh yesssss,” hissed “Bat Woman.” “This is going to be a fun fun fun evening!”

“Fun fun fun!” repeated Aunt Margaret. She looked at Samuel through her Cat Woman mask giving her a surreal, otherworldly appearance. “Oh yes, my darrrrrrrlings! We arrrrrrrrrre most definitely going to parrrrrrrrrrr-ty tonight!”

Samuel looked over at Marlene and saw on her face the same mischievous grin worn by her mother and aunt. The flustered boy started to protest, but decided against it. He glanced at the door lock and sighed. Jumping out of the car was probably a bad idea, too. Naked and helpless, he was no match for the three females in the car. His best hope, he prayed, was to keep his mouth shut and his head down.

Please let this be over with soon, he prayed desperately. Please let this be over with soon … please let this be over with soon … please … please, oh pleeeeeeeasssse….

To be continued ….

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