COVER: \"THAT WARLOCK WILL RAISE THE DEAD!\"
(186)
“You’s full of shit old man you’s just want this young pussy!” You pull your dress up and flash your hoo-ha to the old man, “That is the closest you’ll ever get!” looking out the window you see that the bull is now eating grass. “I will just go out another door and sneak around and run for it!”
The old man giggles, “be my guest! And good luck. But don’t try to come back here I will lock the door behind you.”
“Yeah what a help!” You tug your dress back into place and walk through the shadows of the barn over some lumber and piles of things to the door on the west side. It is a small door but the bull is nowhere in sight and you can see the razor wire fence to the north that runs along Sand Street Road, “If I can make it there I am home free!”
Tip towing out of the barn, quietly reaching the edge of the old wooden structure and extending your neck as far as it will reach to peer around the corner you look and see no bull. “BUCKETS! And JOY!” you clap your hands and run for the fence.
Bushwhack the bull crashes out of the bushes to the south of you, between the barn and the house. It is a shame because you were close enough, if had come from the north or any other direction but there you could have probably made It to the porch, but now you must ball out with everything you have for Sand Street Road, this will get you closer to your goal anyway, that graveyard just next to your home. “Oh I wish I were home in bed still!” you wish you never got out of bed today at all!
Your heart pounds and your chest is sore yet, surprisingly you spring forward with new found energy and strength. A great boost of power, a surge of possibility runs through you! “If I make it to the fence I just have to clear it and I am free!”
The bull draws closer and closer, but you are also nearing the fence and just before you make the leap, your hair gets tangled in a bush. You are yanked horizontal and pulled back to fall flat on your back with a crash. A dust cloud rises around you and through the plume the bull slides past, then turning stomps right over you, staring down at your face with his terrible ferocious angry face and large red eyes. His one large horn and the other broken off increases the mystique of doom and gloom which surrounds him.
He snorts the air wildly and stomps the ground next to your head with his hoof.
Your face is blue from the air being knocked out of you and your eyes bulge as the bull snorts and sniffs at your neck and breasts.
His body lowers and you do not have the power to help yourself as he begins to thrust his bulging member. It swells and stiffens as it bounces off your breasts and rubs your belly, and then you finally gain some composure and bring your breasts together around it as it continues to thrust at you. You cannot fit the entire bull dick in your mouth, not at once but portions of it you can and you lick it as it thrusts more and more vigorously.
“Oh YEEES! You’s a big boy huh?” you press your breasts together spitting on the bull’s shaft. It glistens and makes squishy noises as the bull humps your breasts and pushes his cock into your mouth causing you to choke on it,
The bull humps harder, and harder, “Oh you’s wanna breed mommy don’t you’s!” you tease the bull keeping your fingers interlocked over your breasts and trapping his penis in them.
The bull grunts before erupting all over your face and breasts. Hot spray of bull cum, that is animal semen, covers your face in a thick steamy mask and runs down your shoulders and breasts and sides of your body. You cough and gag as the dick twitches, spraying more cum right into your mouth.
The bull snorts the air again and walks away from you, its dick shrinking as it went.
This time, you take a long while before sitting up to see if the bull is still present. It is, and it is watching you.
You stand.
It steps towards you.
You wipe its’ cum from your eyes. “You’s got to be kidding me!” you shout at the bull.
“Every time you move its gonna fuck you girl!” the Hermit yells from the safety of the loft in the barn.
“Pervert!” you grumble, laying back down on the dirt and the grass.
Quite the conundrum, the way you reckon it, it will take 2 more attempts before you can reach the fence, and if he actually does penetrate you one of those times, you won’t be raising the dead any time soon in fact it could be you that needs raising!
Either way, your best option as you figure it is to lay down again, rest and wait for nightfall, then try to slip out. However, this means that there will be no RAISING THE DEAD TONIGHT!
The end
(187)
You take one look at the large furry, fat, Native American, “FUCK THIS!” you hike your dress up and bolt across the road right to the razor wire fence that divided Aunt Peppermint’s farm from the rest of the world.
“Oh well!” you say putting a foot on the ‘WARNING DANGEROUS BULL’ sign, and vault over the razor wire, landing flat footed on the field, and running.
You look back at the large fat man who is yelling at you, stepping onto the highway as he shouts: “YOU AND YOUR MOTHER ARE BOTH FUCKING WHORES!”
There is the sound of a horn blast and you turn just in time to see a school bus strike him, blasting his fat body in a bloody explosion to the far side ditch. You stand, mesmerized as the school bus swerves, rolls and crashes across the highway and into the razor fence to your left. Children’s bodies are thrown everywhere and the bus catches fire.
“BUCKETS!” you laugh, “Take that you’s Hammond Elementary brats!” then stiffening up and pointing at the wreckage you say levelly, “I HEX you’s!” pointing a long finger with a long painted nail at them. Then you laugh and turn to continue on your way to Salt Street road, on the other side of the field.
You are stopped by two large red eyes staring right at you, a singular long pointed horn and a floppy ear which were the signatures of the great 2000 pound former rodeo bull Bushwhack, called Busch by the locals, “Oh BUCKETS!” you say, “Hi mister bull what you’s up to?”
The bull snorts and stomps the ground. It snorts again and scuffs the ground with its’ hoof as I it were preparing to charge.
“Oh there is no need for that guy…” you pull your dress up and turn around slowly, “Look you’s can get this nice young sweet ass for nothing!”
The bull snorts again and when you bend over you feel it’s cold snout on your butt. The beast grunts, snorts and stomps the ground.
You crouch lower and offer your back side to the beast.
The Bull accepts and stepping forward brings its erection to you.
The head of his bull dick presses against your anus.
You reach between your legs and grip his member with both hands, spitting on them first, “Oh boy this is gonna hurt, you’s got to me nice to me okay!”
In reply the bull thrusts at you and you struggle to guide the bulls’ dick into your ass as he continues to thrust and grunt.
However, after 3 to 4 attempts it finally does strike home and you jump for the pain as the flat dick head presses right into your anus. “Ouch Oyez YEEES you’s got a big bull dick!”
The bull grunts and stomps and stepping forward nearly topples you, but your wide stance keeps you standing and you put one hand on the bull’s front legs to press back at him with the other hand on the ground. “Oyez fuck this ass you’s big ugly bull!”
The bull thrusts again and the dick goes further up into your anus.
“AAAAAHHHHHH! CRIKEY!” you yelp, “You’s got the biggest dick! Why is you’s so ill tempered ya big fucker!”
The bull thrusts harder and harder and faster and faster, you groan and yelp and it grunts.
You are covered in sweat, and piss yourself from the pressure of the bull’s dick.
Sirens fill the air but you do not notice them, not until the police and EMT’s and Animal Rescue comes to take you from the bull. By then it had already cum twice, once in your ass and once in your pussy, where you took him the 2nd time. He was nearly laying on you, your legs up on either side of him, squeezing him close and thrusting up at him while he pushes down on you until at last he came, and came and came. By then the flash lights were on your face and the police ready you your rights as they tranquilized the bull to get you away from it safely.
It was going to be a long night of paperwork in the Ogdensburg police department, and there is no way you are RAISING THE DEAD tonight!
The end
(188)
“Leroy, do you’s think my mom knows?”
“Sho-nuf, I am sure she do.”
“BUCKETS!” you plop into the old torn vinyl seat and pull the heavy door shut with a grunt. “You’s going to want something for this right?”
He doesn’t say anything but you can see by the size of his grin that he does. He takes your hand and places it over his crotch where his pants are already opened and his cock is getting stiff. “I believe you know what to do girl.”
Leaving your seatbelt off, you lean over the center console and with one hand stroke his member before placing it in your mouth and suck on it.
“Go slow bitch, uh yes go real slow, take that motherfucker in your mouth slut, uh yes!” he pulls out on to the road and with one hand on the wheel guides the large car around the bend on route 37 while his other hand, on the back of your head, assists to push you down all the way to where his balls are. His dick is long enough to go into your throat at this point and you have to adjust your body’s position and your jaw to complete this task. Once in your throat he groans again and tells you to go faster.
Complying you slobber up and down the length of his member.
“OH FUCK YES!” he groans, “SUCK MY DICK YOU WHITE HOE!”
You comply as best you can before coming off the top of it with a pop while still jerking it with one hand, for air.
He presses your face back against it and pushes your head down so that his member goes all the way into your throat again. You stretch out to get more leverage, placing your right foot on the floor of the passenger side and your left foot out the half opened window, trying to twist your body to get a better angle so that you can go as fast as he demands that you do.
“Get on that dick itch!” he pushes your head so hard that your nose is squashed against his lower belly, “OH YEEEES! BITCH!” he groans then pulls you off him, “Now sit on it bitch sit on my fucking dick.”
Pulling your dress up you squat on his dick, straddling him in the driver’s seat then taking hold of his shoulders, lower yourself down’
“Oh yes!” he pushes you to the side, at an uncomfortable angle but doesn’t seem to care at all about your comfort, “RIDE IT BITCH RIDE IT!”
You had guided him into your ass and he did not seem to notice but at this point you could not change it anyway, not without him noticing, so you just go up and down on him, pumping his organ with your body. His dick goes far up into with each down stroke. You can feel him pressing up into your guts, “OH you’s a BIG fellah!” you gasp at last.
“Yes you a mud-shark just like your momma huh?”
“OYEZ YES FUCK MAH ASS!” you croon.
“Take it bitch!” he thrusts up at you, still driving, but slow enough for a PRIUS to get a good look inside as you roll past.
You see the bull dyke at the wheel and wink, “YOU SHOULD TRY DICK!”
“Who you talking to?”
“Nobody!”
A truck blows its horn at you and drives by “FUCKING COAL BURNER!” they yell.
At last you feel him spasm beneath you. He pulls you down by your shoulders and cums up deep inside you, “AAAAHHH FUCKING WHITE BITCH TAKE MY SEED!”
You squirm as it shoots up inside your gut, hot and thick. When you come off him it is oozing from you,
“Now clean me off bitch!” he grabs your hair and pulls you back down on his dick, “CLEAN IT!”
Unfortunately by doing so, he becomes erect again and holds your head down there to “Finish him off”
When at last this is done, you sit up, still licking your fingers. “You’s drove passed Sand Street road Leroy!”
“I know Hannah I lied about yo momma, I just wanted sex.”
“You’s a joke Leroy!”
“Nah… now I am trying to get into a poker game and I am going to use you as credit.”
“I don’t have time I got to do stuff tonight.”
“Oh you are gonna do stuff alright, I got 7 friends waiting for you.”
“NO! Leroy you’s an asshole!” you shift in your seat, trying to get comfortable, but struggling with the amount of semen oozing from your ass. “I can’t believe you’s!”
“Okay I can take you back!” he shakes his head and puts the turn signal on.
“YEET!” you hold up your hand, “Seven black men?”
“Yeah…. My dogs.”
“Wait men or dogs? Not that it really matters, keep going!”
“What? I thought you had…”
“YEET! YEET! Leroy, don’t stand between a girl and her dream, I always wanted to be gangbanged by more than 5 BBC on a MONDAY!”
You might get one more thing scratched off your bucket list, but you will not be RAISING THE DEAD tonight!
The end
(189)
Lightning flashes again, the rain is a torrent. “I RAISED THE DEAD!” you shout! “I AM THE MOST POWERFUL WARLOCK EVER!”
“Great Hannah! Great!” Steve keeps the shovel at the ready and stands beside you, “Why don’t you get your dress back on now?”
“Paris Steve, Paris!” your eyes affix on the corps as its arms jerk up and its body convulses.
The van guy and the janitor help the principal out of the grave, “HOLY SHIT HANNAH YOU RAISED THE DEAD!”
“Yeah you’s right I did that!” patting yourself on the back you take a slight bow.
The rain water runs in quick forming streams filling the grave.
The corpse stands with a cracking noise. What skin remains, hangs from the bones like leather flaps. Its eyes glow yellow.
“Hannah!” he screams, “Run! I will hold him back!”
Lightning flashes and the wind is blowing fierce, rain pelts your face and your naked body. The wind blows your hair across the ground and between your legs as the water causes it to curl and kink.
The Ghoul stares at the men remaining with you and singles out Steve, “Thou art the hammer!” and it leaps at him.
Steve swings the shovel but it only grazes the ghouls shoulder, the ghoul grabs his throat and drives him to the ground. With that the van guy runs but the Janitor, with his shovel in hand, lunges at the ghoul, “Leave him alone you freak!”
“Leave my CRUSH alone you’s dead guy!” you shout flipping to the section of the book where you remember having hand written a spell, just for such an occasion: a potentially unruly Ghoul!
The ghoul takes the shovel from Steve’ hand and breaks it over the janitors head sending him to the ground with a broken skull. He then takes the long broken end of the handle and stabs Steve in the side causing him to howl in pain, and agony. Blood spills out and is washed in the torrential downpour back into the ghoul’s open grave.
Lightning flashes and you call out to him: “MARK!”
The undead ghoul’s head twists towards you. A haunting yellow glow in its eyes, you do not need the light to read the spell, you had memorized it with a little dance and now, in the rain and the wind, naked among the thorns and thickets, you scream it:
“Immortuos adepto vestri manus meas off hoochey
Immortuos adepto vestri manus meas off coochie
aut solus ego et vir meus relinquam te et dabo tabernus-y!”
[translation]
get your undead hands off my hoochey
get your undead paws off my coochie
leave my man alone or I will give you the booty!
The ghoul lets Steve go, dropping him to the ground then standing erect with a crick and a crack it twists its body strait popping and snapping its bones together then pointing at Steve “this varlot belongs to me!” it’s voice is hollow and raspy.
“No, no, no, no!” you say, “He is mine, he has pledged his love to me so you’s got to go find another. What does varlot mean anyway?”
“Him!” the ghoul points down at Steve, who consciously crawls back to you, holding his bleeding side and gasping.
“No, that’s not what I brought you’s back for!”
Steve stands up and still holding his side, leans on you: “Thank-you Hannah!”
“I can’t go letting the love of my life get eaten by the undead can I?” you smile, feeling triumphant and waving for him to get behind you. The rain is now drenching everything, and your magic book, which you constructed from photocopies, is disintegrating from the weather in your hands.
“Thee wanteth me to teachest thee magic?”
“OYEZ yes!”
“Mark fool that is a swinge-buckler, and son of a witch hunter!” the ghoul, still fixated on Steve points a long gnarly dead finger at him.
“What?” you look at Steve, “Did your family hunted witches?”
“Not me… I don’t know!”
“Surrender him to me, that I may eat his soul of revenge!”
You bite your thumbnail in the rain, considering, “And you will teach me magic in return?”
“Hannah?”
“Oh Steve!” you turn to him with a look of shock, “Did you’s think for a moment that I would choose magic over you’s and true love?” the rain falls on your face and his alike. The water washing away the filth of from the bukakke, and the mud off of you, and the mud off of him. You shiver and your nipples are hard when he pulls you close for a hug. “Then you’s know me better than I thought you’s did!” taking Steve by complete surprise you spin him with your hands, letting your disintegrating book fall to the ground then with one well placed foot on his back side, you kick him in with all your strength and send him tumbling head long towards the ghoul which devours him whole.
“BUCKETS!” you shout, taking the hungry ghoul by the hand, “Let me teach you’s table etiquette and stuff like that, you’s gonna need to know it.” The ghoul’s dead hand is warming to the touch, with the life energy from Steve now mingling with the witch’s undead spirit. “But I have to ask first Mark, how do virgin’s taste?”
“Fie as thee wouldst expecteth flirt-gills”
“I love how you’s talk all proper!” still holding his hand you walk him back to the grave to dawn your soaked nylon dress and then you toss all your ritual things, even the ruined spell book into the grave. “I suppose I won’t be needing this stuff anymore since you’s gonna teach me all sorts of stuff right?”
The ghoul laughs: “Indeed! This wildcat slutty beldams hast hath raised the dead!”
The end
(190)
You twist some of your hair in a finger and stare at the old dirty man standing near the ladder to the loft, “You’s short.”
“And you are ugly, I think we both could do better, but yet here we are.”
“YEET!” you hold a hand up for him to shut up, “I agree to your terms but you’ll have to shut up old man. I skip school for a reason. I don’t want to waste brain space on idiotic philosophy, science and bullshit math!”
The old man giggles, “Literally beggars cannot be choosers.” He climbs up two rungs of the ladder and unbuckles his pants to make the reach more comfortable for you.
You have smelled worse than the fragrances that wafted from the homeless man’s crotch, but not often, and waving off the flies you get down to the business of sucking him stiff, “BUCKETS!” you exclaim pulling back his foreskin and finding a piece of old bubblegum, “I love surprises!” you pop it in your mouth but it is old, too old, and after a lengthy exercise you abandoned trying to soften it and just swallow it like hard candy then get back to the work at hand, jerking him off and sucking him until he is firm and ready.
He climbs up another rung of the ladder and pulling up your dress turns you around.
“You’s want my ass?”
“No but I can reach you better from this side!”
With one hand holding on to the ladder and the other on your back he pushes himself up into your pussy and then picks up a stride going faster and faster as you press back at him and moan, “For a little guy you’s got a good size pecker!”
“Thank you ugly girl.” He groans, “Now don’t look back at me you’ll ruin it!”
You rest your hands on your knees and push back at him, harder, faster, as he pulls at your side and slaps your ass.
He grunts, he groans and then he takes hold of you with both hands squeezing tight as he dumps his little person cum all up into you.
“Oh shit girl! Shit! SHIT!” he groans.
“You’s done?”
He nods and steps back on the ladder fully, having climbed on top of your ass while you were bent over.
You stand erect and tug your dress back down into place, “So now you’s think he will leave me alone?”
“Sure…” the little hermit strokes his beard and pulls his pants up with the other hand, “I have seen it work before.”
“With the girl who left the gum?”
“No that was Lil’ Johnny Maddock”
“Little Johnny Maddock?” you scratch your head, “That kid disappeared over 2 years ago.”
“Yes, yes…” The hermit stroked his bearded reflectively.
“Well that explains why the gum was so hard then.” you shrug.
The Hermit pulls the bar back for you on the door, “Don’t run.” The Hermit says, “Just walk, walk strait with your head held high.”
“Is that what you told little Johnny?”
The Hermit laughed, “He never left the barn.”
A breeze blows your hair, what is not stuck to your sweaty face and shoulders blows across the Hermits face and the Barn wall, it snags on a nail but you yank it free with a tug of your head then set off with an even calm stride towards the razor wire fence that runs along Salt Street road.
The Bull lumbers toward you.
“Stay calm!” the Hermit warns you.
You try, but as the 2000 pound bull draws near your heart begins to thunder in your chest. Your breath is caught short and you tremble. Your body breaks out is a sweat.
The Bull is on you. Its nose sniffs your shoulder, your back and your butt. It presses its cold snout between your legs causing you to stumble, but you keep walking. “This just might work!” you tell yourself. The fence and the road getting nearer and nearer.
The Bull walks behind you the entire way, sniffing and snorting. IT sniffs your hair, your legs, your back again and your butt. And when you finally reach the fence, and find an area with a flat board leaning next to it that you can use to climb, it gives you a nudge with its head so that you can climb up the 2 by 6 board and jump to the other side. You look back at the Hermit who waves, the bull snorts and you feel a rush of accomplishment. “WOW something I did actually worked!” pumped you cross the street to the Oak tree where you have stashed the items you need for the ceremony tonight.
“I love making new friends… they are all means to an end!” letting lose an evil smile you stomp over to the tall grass and dig around beneath the oak tree for the box, the cloth, the candles and oh yes, the shovel which you had tucked up in one of the branches.
Now you will have to work your memory, If you:
Seduced the Van Guy, you can chose to have him come to help you (Go to 104)
Seduced the Principal, he can come and help you (Go to 107)
Seduced the coach, he can come and help you (Go to 119)
Seduced Mrs. Grabcrotch, she can come and help you (Go to 83)
Seduced the Janitor, he can come to help you (Go to 96)
However if you arranged to meet Silent Steve, then he will meet you with flowers thinking it is a date (Go to 97)
If you have successfully seduced all of them and enlisted Silent Steve’s help, then (Go to 88)
“OH YES I AM SO GOING TO RAISE THE DREAD TONIGHT!”
Submitted November 18, 2019 at 10:55PM by AJR-RULES https://ift.tt/2ptGcfc
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