Terrifying Love: A Halloween Anthology

by Serena Nova

  "Mary," his chest rumbled as he said my name, rendering me speechless. His hand slowly reached up to my face, cupping it as if I were the most precious thing in the world. His eyebrow raised as he questioned if I wanted him.

  "Sassomon," I breathed out as I leaned closer, setting my head upon his chest. He wrapped his arms around me and held me as the currents swirled around us. I could hear the sound of his heart beating rapidly as if he were just as nervous as I was. I tilted my head up as I offered my mouth to him.

  He devoured me, his soft lips making me whimper as he explored my mouth. I moved my hands to his back as I stroked every hard plane. Heat flooded my body as he pressed his cock against me and I found myself wrapping my legs around his waist, needing to feel that one thing I'd never had.

  He gave it to me, as he did everything since he captured me, sliding inside my pussy slowly and waiting as I adjusted to the new sensation. The initial sting didn't last long and soon I felt myself relax and enjoy the feeling of him inside me. We made love in the river, both of us letting our innermost desire we'd held for the past week flow out faster than the rushing water we stood in. He devoured my breasts, my neck, my mouth, as I explored every part of his body that I could.

  It was more than I ever imagined sex could be, and I felt a pleasurable pulsating that moved to my core, rendering me speechless. We moved in tandem, the sounds he made driving me to the edge of madness as if I couldn't get enough of him no matter how close he was to me. My body went wild as I felt a wave of heat rushing through me and my pussy pulsating, sensations that were unimaginably wonderful, starting from my center and rushing through my body in waves.

  He continued to pump inside me, his grunts becoming more desperate before he let out a roar and I felt the warmth of his seed inside of me. He shook as he held me against him and peppered kisses upon my face. "Mary," his voice full of awe. "My Mary."

  I didn't know what he was trying to say, and I looked up at him to see love reflected in his expression. I smiled and reached up to stroke his cheek, "My Sassomon." I never felt love in my life, but if this is what it was, I never wanted to let it go, let him go.

  We laid naked in the grass along the bank as we dried off. He gently stroked my arm as I laid upon his chest. For the first time in my life, I felt like I belonged somewhere. He was everything I needed, almost. I still couldn't shake the desire I had for Thomas, or even for Tatoson. I brushed off my thoughts as I enjoyed my time with Sassomon, rolling on top of him as I wanted to feel the same thing as I did in the river. He took his time with me, guiding me to ride him until I was a quivering mess.

  I wished we could stay there, but it was getting dark and the dangers of the surrounding forest were not lost on me. Even with an experienced hunter, it was dangerous to be outside the relative safety of the village. I slid on new clothing that Sassomon gave me, a dress of soft skins that hung over one shoulder. It reminded me of a toga that the Greeks used to wear, except much shorter. It was even shorter than what I'd observed the women of the tribe wearing.

  Blushing, I tried to tug it down, but Sassomon stopped me and simply said, "No," followed by words I didn't understand. He ran his hands over my body and kissed me, enough to let me know that he loved the way I looked.

  Though I felt almost naked, especially compared to the clothing I'd been forced to wear in the colony, I held my head high and embraced the new freedom I felt. As we entered the village, Tatoson greeted us, along with Thomas. They looked at me the same way as Sassomon had, and I no longer felt ashamed but powerful and free.

  Chapter Eight

  400 years ago...

  My belly had grown to a size where I could no longer see my feet. Tatoson, Thomas, and Sassomon all waited on me as if I were incapable of caring for myself. They were overly protective of the child that I would be bringing into the world, one of them being the father.

  My life as a Puritan taught me that I should only be with one man and only have sex for procreation, yet the three sexy men had all given me so much satisfaction that I could imagine I would have been miserable with only one lover. Not even the stories the crew of the ship shared with me had prepared me for this kind of pure bliss.

  Tatoson surprised me with how commanding of a lover he was underneath his stoic nature. He brought me to climax again and again, my satisfaction never enough for him. He loved to watch me as I brought Sassomon and Thomas to pleasure. Even though Sassomon was looked upon as a leader in the tribe, in the bedroom, Tatoson was in control.

  Thomas was inexperienced, but a willing partner. He allowed the others to direct him and it seemed he loved to be told what to do. The first time I slid my mouth over his cock, the sounds he made almost pushed me over the edge. I relished in his bliss and the journey of discovering the new sexual freedom that we took together.

  Six months had passed since Thomas and I were taken by force to this village, and not much less time since we had decided to stay because we wanted to, not because we were forced. I'd grown to love the people and learned the language, which was more imperative when I learned that Sassomon was the son of the chief, and I was with child.

  Thomas started wearing the breechcloth of our tribe shortly after I lost my virginity to Sassomon. He noticed the light in my eyes when I returned from the river and asked me about my plans. I was honest with him, reminding him that I told him that day we were taken that I wasn't the marrying type and wanted more in life. Though his face clouded over, he said he understood.

  It wasn't long after that he chose to join the tribe. Sassomon’s father presided over the ritual to make him one of the Wampanoag warriors. Together, we learned the customs and language of our people, Thomas hunting alongside his brothers, and me gathering and learning to cook with my sisters. I even learned how to weave baskets and sew the clothing that we wore. It was hard work to skin the animals that the men brought back from their hunts, but it was so satisfying to know that I was a part of a large family. They accepted our non-traditional relationship, me with three men. It seemed that there were a few other women in neighboring villages that did the same.

  Our people held many beliefs of the Earth, but also of love, one of them being that the heart was big enough for more than one. Our Creator was not one of spitefulness and rigidity as I was taught in my old life. No, our Creator gave us the Earth and all that was on it for us to survive and find our happiness.

  And I was happy. I no longer dreamed of going to far off places because I was happy just where I was, with my men by my side, and our bundle of joy coming soon. I looked forward to becoming a mother and to teach our child the ways of our tribe.

  I was so lost in the happiness that I forgot about those in my past until they came crashing back into my life, literally. Led by the Minister, Pat White, they destroyed my village and slaughtered every single person. They set fire to the long wigwams, sparing not even the women and children as they destroyed the village until there were only four of us left. Sassomon, Tatoson, Thomas, and me.

  My lovers tried to protect the village, but the chief insisted that they protect me before the shot from a musket echoed through the air and he collapsed. I fell to my knees and wailed as I watched the man that had become a father figure to me bleed out among the ashes of my home.

  We were surrounded by the Puritans, the stench of death and smoke heavy in the air. They held their muskets aimed at us, while my men held their bows aimed at the Puritans. Minister White stepped forward, his face red as his eyes darted between Thomas and me. "We thought that you had been taken by these savages against your will, but it seems that you went willingly." He gestured to my large belly, "Your sins are evident, and you will repent."

  He turned to Thomas, "And you Thomas, I wouldn't have expected you to turn into one of these savages. Put down your weapon and we will take you back into our flock. Your parents have hung onto the belief that you would come back. You're a good boy, Thomas. I understand this witch has used the ways of the devil to lead you into temptation."


  Thomas shook his head and spit out, "You destroyed my people, innocents. It is you that has been led away by the devil." He pulled back the string of the bow, aiming for the Minister's heart, but before he could release it, a shot rang out and his bow fell to the ground as he held his leg.

  "No!' I screamed as the Puritans advanced on us. Sassomon and Tatoson rapidly fired their bows, taking down some of the men as they did their best to protect me. They were no match for the large group that had weapons much more advanced than my tribe.

  I begged for mercy laying over the bodies of my fallen lovers, promised that I would repent and come back as long as they just let them live, but it fell on deaf ears. The world spun as I watched two of my great loves' throats slashed, the blood spraying me as I wailed.

  Thomas and I were dragged back to the colony, my tears never stopping at the loss of two of my lovers. I cradled my belly, my only connection left to Sassomon, Tatoson, and my people that were slaughtered. I tried to get to Thomas as he cried out in pain, the group of men from the colony not giving him any care, but they stopped me. I spit in the face of the man that dared to drag me away from my only lover left. He slapped me across the face, the sting doing nothing but bringing me more anger.

  Once we arrived at the colony, Thomas and I were paraded through the dirt streets of the village while the Minister shouted for the residents to come out. They followed us and I heard a few gasps in the crowd as we were shoved up the stairs to the gallows.

  “Thomas and Mary have been living all this time with our enemies as we searched for them and worried for their safety. God led us to them and has commanded that they be put to death for their unforgivable sins,” Minister Brown’s voice rang out through the air.

  “No!” Thomas shouted in desperation. “Mary is with child and married by the chief of our tribe. Take me for my sins, but please spare the life of my wife and our baby.”

  Raised voices washed through the crowd, some of anger and some of sadness. I made out a few of the more horrible comments and looked at those who made them. William Ames, Richard Baxter, Samuel Greenwood – the list of names I would never forget as I asked the Creator to let me enact my vengeance for our people in the afterlife.

  The Minister continued on his tirade, refusing to listen to anyone that disagreed with him. As the chaos continued, he held up a hand, “Silence!” An eerie calm settled over the crowd before he spoke again. “Mary and Thomas have been found guilty of their crimes and are sentenced to death. Do you have anything to say before your punishment?”

  I looked up at Minister Brown, the venom in my voice, "I will make you pay for this, Patrick White. The Creator will make sure that upon my death, your family will never be safe. Every generation will heed my call from beyond the grave." I looked down at the blood covering my body, the blood of my lovers and the fathers of my child. "May you always fear the wrath of Mary who was covered in the blood of her soulmates."

  Chapter Nine

  Present day...

  A crowd had gathered, and I shoved my way through to find out what had happened. An older woman was laying on the floor, blood seeping from her eyes, ears, and mouth. From the first glance, there were no wounds that could be seen.

  Automatically, my Officer Ames mode turned on and I studied the crowd, my eyes landing on a man who was trembling and muttering to himself. He must have been with her, so I started questioning him, "Can you tell me what happened?"

  He looked up at me with fear in his eyes. His voice was shaky as he relayed to me in a hushed tone what happened, "We were having a good time and she said she saw a scary reflection in the mirror. I laughed because I thought she was just playing around for Halloween. Patty was always like that." He shook his head before continuing, "She kept going though and it wasn't until she screamed bloody murder that I realized something was wrong. The blood just came out of nowhere. So much blood. I- I don't know what made it happen."

  The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end, but I brushed it away. "I know this is hard, but do you know Patty?"

  "Yes. We've been meeting up at these parties for years and kind of dating. Her real name is Patricia White. Her kids are all grown and moved away. Her husband died years ago. I don't know what I'm going to tell them." He sniffled and I could tell he was just barely holding it together.

  I patted his arm gently, "Don't worry, we'll take care of that part. Why don't you get a drink while I call in some backup?" He nodded and sauntered away.

  I stood up and cringed at the thought of calling in the force. I would have to be transferred once my buddies got a look at me. My dedication to my work was more important, though. "Alright," I called out loudly. "I'm going to need everyone to back away from the body and stay here. The police will have to come so I will allow for you all to get dressed or cover up as much as possible. Please do so in an orderly fashion."

  Those around me looked at me in shock and I supposed being dressed in only leather straps and wearing a Catwoman mask was probably not the best way to exude authority. I made my way through the crowd and over to where our coats were. I needed my cell phone to call this in.

  The same sexy man was near the front and bowed before running off to get my coat. He was something else and I would definitely take him for a test drive if I didn't have to do my job now.

  He came back and gave me a saucy wink, which made me believe he didn't know what was going on at all. I'd fill him in later because putting the call in was more important. I pulled out my cell and dialed 9-1-1.

  Nothing happened. No noise, no ringing, no busy signal – nothing. I looked at my phone screen and it showed that I had full signal and it had the little timer going that showed the call was connected.

  "Damn it," I swore as I tried it again, the same thing happening. Mr. Door Hottie was looking at me with concern. Figuring that he at least worked here, he would have an answer for me. "Do you have a phone I can use? It's an emergency and mine doesn't seem to be working."

  "Of course," he bowed and whipped his phone out from somewhere behind him. I almost didn't want to touch the phone.

  After thanking him, I tried calling on his phone, but the same thing happened. Then I tried my partner's number, one I knew by heart. Still the same. After handing the cell back I asked, "Can you try calling out to someone, anyone? It seems there is a full signal but nothing is going through."

  He nodded and tried, his face scrunching when it seemed he had the same problem. "What the hell is going on here? And why are you trying to call 9-1-1?" his voice betrayed the worry that he tried to hide with a smile.

  "There's been an unexplained death. I'm surprised you didn't hear the scream," I replied calmly.

  The horror on his face would've been comical in any other situation. "I was taking advantage of the party in the coat room. I must have been flying too high to notice any screams different than the normal ones at these parties. How can I help? The manager isn't here tonight and left us, the employees, in charge."

  "Of course, that's how it always happens. I'm going to need to find a way to call in the appropriate authorities. I don't suppose there is a landline here?" He shook his head no. "Okay, then I will need you to make sure no one leaves. I'm a police officer, by the way."

  He smirked knowingly before saying, "Yes, ma'am."

  "I'll also need you to point out the most trustworthy employee, they will need to find a way to make a call and report this," I instructed as my mind went over all the things I needed to do until help arrived.

  There was quite the crowd tonight and no one would be happy about having to hang out with a dead body in the middle of a sex club, myself included. I followed the doorman's pointed finger and verified which woman he was talking about before heading over to her.

  As I weaved through the crowd, I caught that white figure from earlier in the mirror again. I stopped in my tracks and went to where I thought I saw it, but nothing was there. Shaking my head, I went back to find the worker named Lila.


  "Lila, there seems to be no reception here for some reason. I'm Officer Ames and I need you to go out and find a place to make a call to the emergency number while I secure the crime scene," I barked out before I noticed that she was freaked out.

  "Sorry, I get into my officer mode and it gets a little commanding. Let me try that again. Could you please try to call 9-1-1 to report the woman who passed away while I make sure she stays safe?" I said as I handed her my trench coat so that she would be more comfortable in the chilly night air.

  Her head bobbed as she started walking towards the door. I watched as she exchanged words with the doorman and then walked out. I checked on Patty and was happy to find that everyone was giving her a wide berth. Her boyfriend was still sitting in the same spot, sobbing as he stared at her body. It may be against protocol, but I couldn't leave this woman on a display like this.

  I walked over to a bed and pulled the sheet off, checking to make sure there weren't any bodily fluids on it that could contaminate the possible crime scene. As I laid it over her body, the man's shoulders visibly relaxed, his body still sagging in his despair. I went over to him and sat, trying to comfort him with the intention of seeing if there were any other details he could give me.

  "I can't believe she's gone. She's the last one of her line to still live here. You know, her ancestors came over to start a colony and were one of the few surviving families. She was a really big history buff," everything he said was all information that I didn't need, but I hoped if he kept talking, he would give me something useful. "She taught history for years before becoming a principal. She spent forty years there before retiring. We were supposed to travel this summer. Do a swingers’ club tour. I just can't believe she's gone."