Meant trick, Nice Treat

First of all, “oops!” I was supposed to release this story three Years ago, but forgot.  SO I guess that makes two Halloween stories this year!  Though Last weekend’s ‘Don’t Sleep’ was a bit more on the horror scary side, this one is more on the horror fun side! Disclaimer: This story is my intellectual property, and should be treated as such, do not plagiarize, or post without permission. If it is not legal to view writings that are sexually explicit and may have themes of bondage, feminization and other ‘deviant’ sexual experiences: don't read this. Don't read it, if it is not legal to do so where you live. Going any further is of your own free will, and responsibility is solely on yourself.  Any similarity to real people or events is highly cliche, horrifying and unintentional… Rules for the subs: Rule #1  Declare your obedience to your mistress…  I’m available for this story if you don’t have one! Rule #2  it’s halloween, Usually I have a requirement for Lipstick, but tonight we can consider that an ‘if you have nothing else’ requirement…  Put on a costume. Rule #3  Keep yourself aroused.  This story hits some of my kinks hard, making me wet... and I want it to make you one or the other.  Rule #4 Write back... I want to know your thoughtsAnd as always: Enjoy. Mistress Dyvia presents:

Mean Trick, Nice Treat.

By: Mistress Dyvia

Tommy has always been a troublemaker. He had a few friends, and in some ways he had always found ways to get them in trouble as well… at least when they were younger. When Tommy was 14, he got himself and a group of his friends into a lot of trouble that included the police. His parents had enough and sent him away to a boarding school hoping to fix his ways.  He graduated.  He spent his first year of college away from home, but eventually you got in trouble there too. And for the first time in five years, as boring as it was, he was going to be home for Halloween.

Tommy called his friends. He decided he wanted to make some arrangements to have some fun, just like the old times. And each one of them had remained in contact with him over the years, and even though they didn't see him often and were usually happy to get together, have a few laughs, maybe a few drinks, but never got together as a group including Tommy since that one night. None of them were responsive to his idea of causing hijinks.

His last call was to Tiffany, "hey Tiffany it's Tommy what's going on?"

"Hey Tommy! Not much, how are you?" She answered.

"You know, the usual, I was thinking about trying to get everyone together. I figured you might be the first to be on the confirmed list. Dress up, go out, have some fun, Halloween stuff you know."

She was of course, intrigued, "ohhh, what kind of costumes are you thinking? And what are you thinking about for fun?" Her voice was hiding just a little bit of excitement at the idea of all our friends getting together including Tommy.

"I'm keeping it simple for costumes, a sheet over the head for me just to hide my face. You know, like a ghost." His voice took on a more juvenile tone of voice, "I was thinking we could get some toilet paper, maybe some eggs and go find whichever house seems to have the owner with the largest stick up their ass." His voice was practically humming with glee by the time you got to the last word.

There was a silence on the phone, Tiffany's voice eventually spoke up, "I'm sorry, Tommy.”  In a voice that said anything but ‘sorry, “I'm not doing that. I mean I'm not actually sorry, I'm not twelve years old anymore. So if you want to do something like hanging out, having a party, getting into a costume that either involves spending more than three minutes of your time or more than five dollars of your money let me know, I'd be happy to. But yeah, I'm not going to be a delinquent. I grew up a while ago. I really hope you reconsider. Talk to you later, bye."

Tommy stared at his cell phone. There was a little bit of anger glaring from his eyes as he stared at the phone. She was his last chance, he was positive that if she would join, so would the others.  Every one of his loser friends had rejected him for pretty much the same reason. Maybe if he'd been around for the past five years maybe he would have become a loser like them too. But he had five years of Halloweens to make up for, and if you had to go out alone he was going to go out alone.

Just as he had promised himself, he found himself a white sheet, hung it over his head like a poncho, and cut up to little eye holes and just like that he was a ghost. He thought about using his car, but decided not to, a license plate could track him back to his house.  So he did the next best thing, stole the bicycle from the fifteen year old two streets over.  

He spent a good chunk of the afternoon riding around the town looking for the perfect house. That he was willing to do two or three if he had enough supplies, but he needed the perfect house, either that ‘one person’ that shows the person has too much interest in Halloween and it'll be fun taking them down a peg, or person that looks like they do a little everything by the book. Yes, just to get them irritated enough that'll be hilarious to drive by them in the morning watching them try to clean it all out. And to his surprise, he found that perfect house.

The old mansion at the end of Williams' deadend, it had been largely restored. He and his friends had broken into it a few times over the years when they were young, a great place to go drinking, or other things that they shouldn't have been doing when they were young. But in The last 5 years, apparently someone bought it, and had massively restored the place and the grounds. Now despite that, the old mansion still had this Gothic, frightening, and unsettling air to it.  It was painted in such a dark brown it may have been black, and Tommy was thinking that it could use a little yellow and maybe some white in the form of eggs and toilet paper.

It was around 11pm when Tommy left the house, used the bike he took and peddled his way to the old dead end. He had a 12 pack of toilet paper, opened and stacked neatly inside his duffel bag, along with three dozen eggs. When he bought them that seemed like plenty, but as he looked at it, he scowled because he wished he had a lot more. He could barely see the Gothic architecture in the dim moonlight.

He set up the three cartons of eggs along the side of a tree. And then made a pyramid of toilet paper with his rolls of toilet paper.  The best thing, by far, was that there were no lights in the building. There was no one that would notice what was happening until it was too late. Probably some rich Yahoo that was having an expensive dinner tonight, just like his parents were. They deserve what they were going to get.

He took the first egg and he aimed it for the front door, and he threw it as hard as he could, and… nothing? If someone could see under his ghostly disguise, they would see a confused face as well as disappointment at hearing no sound of impact.  He took a cell phone, turned on the light feature, and ran up to the steps and looked. There really was no yolk anywhere, he checked the siding of the house, as far as we could tell nothing on the lawn or in the bushes just nothing.

He went back to his stash, picked up two eggs, aimed a little higher, and threw with all his might to the middle of the house.  Nothing. Again using the light on his phone, he searched for some sort of sign of the yoke that should have plastered itself against the old mansion. He slowly walked back down to his eggs but stopped a few feet short of that. And he just had to ask himself, "what the fuck?" Not in an angry way, but in a detached, uncertain way.

Splat!… a sound from behind him.  He whirled behind himself looking at the walkway behind his feet, and an egg was splattered on the cement. behind his heels.

Splat!  Another sound from behind him, and he turned quickly to find another egg on the ground. The only thing he could think of, was maybe a bird caught the eggs? He looked up, shined the light in the tree, but there was nothing.  Again, in a slightly more frustrated voice he excited the same question as before, "what the fuck?" And just as level his vision with the street he felt the impact to his chest, knocking him over, he scrambled to his feet…  he looked down… someone threw an egg at him, and it exploded against his chest…  but the egg hit him so hard, it knocked him over?  

He looked around, his vision was slightly obscured because of the sheets, but he saw no one. He pulled the sheet off. And as he took it off, he realized it was a woman standing in front of him no more than an arm's length away. Most of her features were hidden in the shadows, but her voice was most firm when she said, "you are trespassing on my property."

Tommy jumped back not expecting to see anyone. How had he not seen a woman approach him?  "Look lady, sorry I didn't think anyone was home"

She scoffed, "and that gives you a right to vandalize my home?"

Tommy shifted uncomfortably, "that's not what I meant."

Her voice took on a level of disgusted amusement, "I think it was. You're the kind of young man that just likes to amuse himself at others' expense."

He turned the light on his cell phone once again and shined it in her face.  The woman was dressed as a Halloween vampire. The costume looked like she spent about $20 at a Halloween store for a black leotard and a cape, but her makeup was expertly done. Everything he loved and hated about women like her.

"And what's that?" she asked.

"What's what?" He responded in confusion.

"What's everything you love and hate about women like me?"

His eyes widened, he hadn't said that aloud, had he?

"No… but I sometimes hear the thoughts of people around me when their adrenaline is pumping loudly."

He shook his, "fuck this." He stormed past her, walked right past his pile of eggs and toilet paper, and locked eyes with his bike which laid on the ground near the sidewalk. As he quickly approached it, he reached out to grab a handlebar, glancing back only to see her holding a similar bike in one hand, as he tumbled to the ground.  His bike was gone.  "What the fuck?" a tone of malice and irritation scratching across his voice.

She slowly closed the distance between them, and with a smile that could be heard in her voice, if not seen on her face giving the lighting, "I'm much faster than you."

He stared at her in confusion, she couldn't be a real vampire. I mean she was dressed in such a cheap-looking costume. He stared at her slowly walking towards him. She was twenty feet away, and suddenly everything inside him screamed for him to run. He stood up, still staring at her slowly, agonizingly slowly… closing the distance between them, he turned around to run, and stumbled right into her. But he didn't feel like he just ran into a five-foot-two (1.57 meters for you metric users*), a hundred and two pound (46.2 kg) chick… he felt like he just ran into a brick wall.  And his face and his ass felt like he did too as he hit the ground.

He looked up at her in confusion, "what the fuck?" he asked this time with fear soaking into his voice.

Her voice on the other hand was becoming more delighted and amused, "run little mouse, can you outrun the kitty cat?"

And Tommy did run. But not toward the street, but towards the woods. He looked back and saw her still standing in the same place. And he looked in front of himself, she was there again. And again. And again.

He hid under a Bush when he thought he had finally avoided her, but he felt something on his ear. As he reached up to push it back he realized it was her lips, "you're making this too easy little mousie."

He screamed, and he ran again. He saw a little path, and as he started running full speed, a tree started to tip over and land in front of him. He looked to the right, and that woman was standing there, a dull red glow in her eyes should be. 

"What are you?" 

"You already deduced that one little Mousie, you don't think a real vampire would dress like a stereotypical vampire outside of Halloween do you? You're so silly little mousie…"

He shook his head in disbelief, and he ran again. Had to get away from her. He heard water running. Somewhere in his memory, he remembered that vampires can't cross water. At full speed he ran for the water, maybe... Just maybe if he crossed the water he'd be fine.

"You'll never get there mousie. Meow!"

The moonlight was barely enough to let him see the large obstacles in front of him, but he ran harder.  And then he saw the little stream. And she was standing between him in the water.

The eerie red glow from her eyes intensified slightly, "kneel."

And all of a sudden there was no need greater in his entire life, then that need to feel his knees on the ground. And just like that he was. She walked in closer, his pulse pounding his head. She leaned in still looking in his eyes, "tilt your head back, little mouse."

And much like his need to fall to his knees, he tilted his head back for the woman… and felt her move in closer she latched her lips over his neck and a slight suction could be felt. He felt her tongue moving until she found just the right spot, and she moved her head slightly, without her lips breaking that seal over his neck, and two sharp punctures pushed into his neck and he felt his heart start to slow as he felt a little light-headed. And eventually she stopped.  

She looked down at him, "now little mousey, I believe you were thinking about something to the effect of me looking like everything you loved and hated about women. Why don't you tell me a little more." And Tommy felt compelled to tell her everything, and when he was done spilling his little secrets, she finished drinking him.

Tommy woke up quickly. Like, very quickly, in a way that almost startled him because of how hyper aware of everything around him, he was... He sat up, he wasn't sure where he was, but the extra weight on his chest really caught his attention. He had breasts, huge fucking tits.  He looked down, he was a woman…  

He jumped out of the bed…  hitting his head on the ceiling nearly twelve feet up.  "What the fuck?" His cute and feminine voice asked…  a thought of resignation filled his thoughts as he realized it was 'her' cute and feminine voice…   her dick was gone, somehow her hair was long and golden… 

The door opened…  the woman entered, "hello pet.  Welcome to immortality, as long as you don't do anything stupid to get yourself killed."

Tommy’s face was stuck in confusion, "what?"

She smiled pleasantly, "you're a vampire darling like me."

"What? How?" Tommy's dainty voice questioned.

"Well after that ashamed attempt at trying to vandalize my home, I thought a better punishment than death would be to make you into the kind of woman you would hate to be for the next hundred years or so.  After that, well I guess it'll be somewhat up to you."

She put a cell phone on the table, it was not Tommy's, "what is that?"

She shrugged, "your new cell phone. Your new name is Tammy, we'll get you a new ID later. You're not allowed to contact any of your old friends or family or let them know what has happened to you. You will find that you must follow any and all of my rules. The first rule is that you will never leave this room unless you are fully made up and your hair looks divine, and dressed like the kind of girl the old you would expect to be dressed up like for a party." She paused and stepped out of the way of the door, "you can try to leave if you want."

Tommy walked to the door, but a sense of foreboding seemed to attack her, and she just couldn't seem to find the will to pass through the door. She didn't even know how to do makeup or hair. She turned and looked at the other vampire, and started to ask, "how-"

But was cut off, "-plenty of tutorials on your cell phone darling.”Tammy tried to argue, “You can’t just make me-”“I can!” she cut the newly undead girl off.  “I am your sire, and you will be compelled to obey me whether either of us wants it or not.”Tammy shook her head, “No, I won’t!”She twitched her eye at her new pet and closed the difference between them.  Her glowing red eyes locked onto her eyes,  “Do you miss your little toy?”

Tammy tried not to answer, but the answer just flowed out of her mouth.  “Yes.”“You wish to feel a cock between your legs again.”  A statement not a question.  “It is an obsession, you need to feel a cock between your legs whenever you can.  Say it.”Tammy was confused but felt her answer, “I need to feel a cock between my legs whenever I can.”“And whenever you see a man, or a penis, you think about how much you need that cock between your legs, How wet it makes you feel.. How you feel hot and excited at the idea of how you can get it between your legs…”Tammy’s eyes went wide, “No…”  But regardless of her own words, the scent that filled the room, told both of them that Tammy wanted something hard between her legs.“You can’t do that…”  she said, “That’s not right.”She smirked, but never broke eye contact, “Let me make it easier on you…  You are too stupid to worry about things like that right now…”  Immediately there was a fog on her thoughts.  “What?”  She shook her head a bit.“Dumber than that,” And suddenly her mind felt like a runner trying to sprint through waist deep water.  “No.. I uhh..”“Dumber.” It was like her mind was trapped in Molasses.“Just like that. Happy.  Dumb, Eager to be my girl and happy to entertain all the boys, aren’t you?”Tammy giggled, “Of course….  Uh.. what’s your name?”“Lady Harrow.”She giggled, “Okie Lady H.”“Come down and when you are dressed for the party.”  and with that the Lady left.  And Tammy tried to leave remembering she needed to do her hair and makeup  and get dressed before leaving.A little while later, the group of men were laughing at what Lady Harrow was saying when Tammy walked in.  Lady Harrow continued, “darlings, I’d like you to meet my newest pet, This is Tammy.  She will keep you entertained for the next hour or so.  This is my little trick or treat…  She tried to do a nasty trick, but I convinced her to be a wonderful treat for all of you.”She looked at Tammy, “What do you want, Tammy?”  Lady Harrow could already see the lust in her eyes as each man was making her think she needed to feel a cock between her legs…  Her nipples strained against her short tight dress,  The whole room could smell her arousal.  She bit her lower lip as if the thought was simmering in her head before it escaped her mouth, “Cock.” was all Tammy said.Lady Harrow stepped out of the room looking back to see Tammy already on top of one of her guests, “Happy Halloween, Gentleman!”  she said as she left the group alone.The End.  Happy Halloween!Hope you enjoyed that story!  Happy Halloween!  Happy Sumhain! Let me know if you would like to see more of Lady Harrow and Tammy in a future story, or if you are happy with them here.  (remember, if you don’t say anything, you might never see either of them again, yup emotional blackmail)  Oh, and do you think those were mortal men?  Vampiremen?  Or other supernatural creatures?  Love your thoughts!Kisses for now!Email: Mistress_dyvia@yahoo.com

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