ONE DAY LATER

November 1, 2009

Haddonfield, Illinois

Jillian woke up in a bed that was not her own, yet it seemed vaguely familiar to her, though she wasn't quite sure as to why. Her memories of the previous day were very fuzzy. She remembered visiting her dear cousin's grave, and then there was darkness. However, within that darkness swirled hazy images of her being intimately involved with a man wearing a white Halloween mask. Michael Myers.

Jillian would have liked to believe that it had all been a dream, but the cool fluid steadily oozing out from between her swollen lower lips told her otherwise. Michael had filled her to the brink with his cum and then some. And not just her pussy either. She could feel the same fluid seeping out of her sore backside. He had completely defiled her. From what she remembered, though, it had been consensual, which only confused her more.

Jillian leapt off the bed and dashed to the bedroom door. She quietly tried to open it, but it was locked from the outside. Frustrated, she turned her back to it.

That was when Jillian noticed two items sitting on the floor next to the bed. One was a sack lunch, the other a gallon of water. She greedily snatched them up and returned to the bed. At least the Boogeyman wasn't going to let her starve or die from thirst during her stay.

The teenager quickly devoured a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and an apple. As she sat drinking a long sip of water, more seamen dribbled out of her pussy making the inside of her skirt uncomfortably wet. She entertained the idea of changing back into her jeans until the bedroom door creaked open revealing the Boogeyman himself.

They silently regarded one another for a long moment, Jillian barely daring to breathe. She was scared of his intentions, but, at the same time, she knew trying to fight him would be foolish on her part. She had to save her strength and earn his trust in order to give herself the best chance of escaping, for she knew he was never going to voluntarily let her go, not when he had already claimed her as his.

Jillian forced herself to remain docile as Michael Myers purposefully approached the unzipped his coveralls, freeing his fully erect cock just before coming to join her on the mattress. He pushed her skirt up to her waist. To Jillian's horror, her pussy dampened with anticipation. The Boogeyman stared down at it while his fingers spread its swollen lips wide open. He dipped two fingers deep inside of her where his spent cum and her fresh juices quickly mingled together.

Despite her best efforts to stay quiet, Jillian softly moaned as Michael's fingers methodically slid in and out of her messy opening. It may not have looked like it, but she was getting very close to coming. Only a few more strokes and she would be there. But the strokes never came. Instead, the killer stilled his fingers and withdrew them from her body.

"No!" Jillian cried, surprising even herself. "You can't just stop! Please, Michael. Please let me come."

The Shape moved his eyes upwards to his captive's face. Her flushed cheeks told him that she had indeed been on the cusp of an orgasm, though she had been determined to hide it from him until now. And he found that to be completely unacceptable. He wanted to feel her writhe beneath him and hear her scream his name like she had the previous night. He had enjoyed that immensely.

However, that girl and this girl almost seemed to be two different people. Perhaps, Carolyn's spirit had more influence over her than he had originally thought. Did this girl even recall how receptive she had been to his touch or how she had begged for him to fuck her? Judging by the way she was acting, he was left to assume not, although her current pleas gave him hope that all was not lost. She did want him to make her come, after all, and come she would. He vowed to shatter her world until all that mattered to her was him.

The Shape pressed his cock's thick head against the girl's wet pussy. He heard her breath hitch slightly as he sank down into her depths, yet other than that she remained relatively quiet. It was unnerving really, especially after she had been so boisterous the night before.

The girl moaned and even spoke the Shape's name a couple of times while he moved within her, but her tone was soft and reserved, almost as though she was afraid to admit to him or to herself how much she truly liked it. Her body, however, showed a lot less constraint. It spasmed uncontrollably upon its release, and her pussy clenched his cock so tightly he had no choice but to come with her.

"Michael…"

The girl's voice was barely above a whisper, yet it was loud enough to still catch his attention.

"So good…"

Victory. Finally. The Shape withdrew from his captive and raised himself to his knees. While he zipped up his uniform, she looked at him in earnest, her cheeks turning a bright shade of pink. He instantly knew what she needed. He stood and reached for her arm.

The girl let the killer lead her downstairs without so much as a struggle. When they reached the bathroom, he swung the door open for her and stepped aside.

"Thank you," she gratefully voiced.

The Shape offered the girl a sharp nod. Then, he closed the door, giving her a few minutes of privacy. Once she emerged, he promptly brought her back to Judith's former bedroom. He walked in with her, pushing her towards the bed.

The girl looked over her shoulder, her lips pursed tightly together. "Again?"

The Shape responded by giving her another shove. Yes, again. And again, and again, until he decided to stop, whenever that might be.

Since he had no intention of leaving her bed anytime soon, the killer stripped completely out of his clothes The girl did the same, seemingly eager to get out of Carolyn's soiled gown. His black eyes traveled from her round perky breasts down to her bald pussy. He liked how it still dripped with his cum. More would soon be added to it. Much more.

The girl leaned back onto the bed. The Shape knelt between her legs, his hands reaching for her breasts first. As he roughly tweaked her taut nipples, her hips shifted slightly, which told him that more than just her tits was being affected by his harsh administrations.

"Michael…" she breathed. "Michael, touch me. Please."

The Shape was not about to remove his hands, so instead he rubbed his erection against the girl's wet swollen clit.

"Oh!" she gasped. "Michael!"

He watched her come, yet it wasn't nearly enough to satisfy him. Or her, as evident by her next words.

"Michael, I need you inside of me. Will you fuck me? Please?"

Gladly. The Shape entered the girl with one hard thrust, stealing the breath right out of her. That was almost as satisfactory as hearing her beg. Almost.

When he began pumping in and out of her, she hesitantly raised her legs to his waist. "Do you mind?" she quietly asked.

The Shape shook his head. He wanted the girl to show him how much she desired him. She wrapped her legs around his thighs, allowing him to slip even further into her hot pussy.

"Oh, there!" she gasped while arching her back. "Right there! Mi-chael!"

The girl came, again. After a few more deep strokes, so did the Shape. And it felt good. Damn good. However, it wasn't over yet. Not by a long shot. He effortlessly flipped his captive over onto her stomach and started thrusting some more.

Jillian moaned into the dirty mattress, hating that she was reacting so passionately to the Boogeyman. Some of what she had said earlier had been for show, but, shamefully, her need to be close to him was real. Very real. And that scared the living hell out of her. She had to escape him, and soon. Otherwise, she knew her desire to leave would dwindle until it was completely non-existent.

The killer suddenly grabbed Jillian around her midsection and lifted her up onto all fours. While his fingers painfully pinched and pulled her sensitive clit, he continued to pound into her, striking her g-spot with every violent thrust. "Michael, no...!" she shrieked. "I can't…! It's too much…!" She then screamed as the world around her exploded into a million tiny pieces.

Jillian must have blacked out for a few moments, because when she opened her eyes, she was once again laying on her back staring up the Boogeyman whose face was hovering very close to hers. At first she thought he was going to kiss her. Instead, though, he sat up to a bit to give her some much needed space. "I have never in my life felt pleasure that intense," Jillian confessed once she had found her voice, albeit somewhat guiltily. Even though she had always enjoyed being intimate with Carolyn, it couldn't compare to what she had just experienced with Michael.

His cock, which was still buried deep within her, twitched familiarly. Jillian's body quickly responded by producing enough moisture for another round of fucking. To her surprise, the Boogeyman rolled them over so that she was on top. He rapidly thrust in and out of her. Although her pussy was starting to feel sore from all the abuse it had taken during the past day, she still came fast and hard. He followed suit, spilling more fresh sperm into her womb.

Feeling both physically and mentally spent, Jillian dropped her head onto the killer's shoulder. He instantly slipped his cock out of her and slid her back onto the mattress. Clearly, cuddling after sex was not his style. That was actually fine with her. It would keep her from getting emotionally attached to him, thus making leaving a lot easier.

Once his captive had fallen into a sound sleep, The Shape left the bed. His cock was still rock hard, even after all that sex, but he had to use this time to find her some dinner in order to keep her strength up. He planned to spend at least a few more hours fucking her sloppy pussy and her tight ass, too.

The Shape dressed and then walked downstairs to the back door. The moment he stepped outside he caught the scent of someone in the neighborhood grilling. He hastily followed the aroma down the street. He found the smoking grill quite easily, and it had been left unattended. Perfect. He grabbed a plastic plate and snatched two thick hamburger patties off the grates. He also stole two buns and a can of cold soda as a special treat. The girl had definitely earned it.

The Shape returned to Judith's room to find the girl exactly where he had left her. He set the plate and drink down next to her, hoping the smell would rouse her. It worked. She stirred, her blue-gray eyes instantly landing on the food.

"Oh, for me?" she eagerly asked.

The killer nodded.

"Thank you. It smells delicious." The girl moved to sit up but then abruptly stopped. "Michael, may I have Carolyn's gown?"

He shook his head, rather annoyed by her embarrassment. The mess between her legs didn't bother him at all. Hell, considering how much he had come inside of her, it was to be expected. She would just have to get used to it.

The girl sighed softly but didn't bother arguing with the killer. Instead, she leaned back against the headboard and picked up a burger. She ate the first one in silence. However, as she picked up the second, she turned to him and said, "My name is Jillian, by the way, in case you were wondering or even care."

No, not particularly.

"Carolyn was my cousin, but we were even closer than that, more than what we should have been, actually."

Now that was interesting, though not completely surprising. Still, just knowing that the two girls had shared some intimate moments made the Shape's cock throb with lustful desire. His captive studied him and then moved her plate and drink to the floor.

"Michael, fuck me," she commanded. "Fuck me hard."

With pleasure. After tossing his clothes aside, he plunged into the girl's soaking wet pussy. Her arms and legs tightly embraced him while he drilled her like she wanted.

"Michael, don't stop," she moaned. "Please, don't stop. I'm so damn close…"

The Shape watched the girl unravel, but it didn't stop him from fucking her. He wanted her to come again and quickly. She didn't disappoint. And this time he joined her.

"Oh, god, Michael," she gasped. "It shouldn't be allowed to feel this good."

Why not? Was the girl ashamed that she was letting him fuck her? Did she not realize that her submissive attitude pleased him? He had no desire to fight her for sex. He wanted her willing and receptive. He wanted her to enjoy it so she would keep begging for his cock. That turned him on like nothing else.

The Shape withdrew his erection from the girl's core. Still kneeling between her legs, he spread them wide open so that he could fully see the fruits of his labor. Spent cum along with feminine juices flowed down from her loose pussy, coating the hole of her anus. He extended a finger and deliberately penetrated the puckered opening using their bodily fluids as lubricant.

The girl's breath hitched, but otherwise she remained silent and unmoving while the Shape's finger continued to explore the tight orifice. It wasn't until he slowly added a second finger that she finally tried to jerk away from him. Although he fucked her ass once already, he knew it had been painful for her. He wished to ease her discomfort by stretching out the hole as much as possible before sticking his large cock into it.

The Shape used his free hand to steady the girl's hips. She seemed to understand his intent, because she relaxed back into the mattress. He rewarded her by dropping his hand to her crotch. He played with her clit, purposely arousing her, while he dug his other fingers deeper into her bowels.

"Michael," she moaned.

Just before the girl hit her peak, the Shape removed all his fingers from her body. Holding his cock, he guided it into her enlarged butthole. She still whined some as he slowly began to fill her, yet she knew enough to keep her muscles relaxed to lessen the pain.

The Shape reached the point where hurting the girl was inevitable. With one firm push, he gave her everything he had to offer. She gasped and squeezed his shoulders as his cock settled down inside her rectum. He stayed still for a few moments, giving her body a chance to adjust to his girth. Then, when he felt she was ready, he started to move within her using long deliberate strokes.

The girl's grip on the Shape's shoulders tightened, but he knew it wasn't from pain. Juices from her pussy dripped down onto his cock, betraying her pleasure, not that she was trying to hide it.

"Michael, faster, please," she pleaded. "Make me come for you."

The killer shoved two fingers into his captive's soaked pussy and began fucking her ass with a lot more vigor.

"Oh, yes!" she shrieked. "Just like that!"

The girl came so hard that she squirted all over the Shape's hand and cock. However, he didn't slow down. He couldn't. He needed to come, too.

"Oh, fuck," the girl hissed as the Shape kept pounding her. "Fuck, Michael…" She started trembling, succumbing to yet another orgasm. "Come, please come," she groaned. "I can't take much more. Please…"

A few minutes later the Shape ended the girl's torture. After dumping a hefty load of hot seed into her loose anus, he pulled his cock out of it and removed his fingers from her drenched pussy. He then rose from the bed to dress.

"Wait, so that's it?" the girl asked. "Just like that and you're done?"

The killer gave her a sharp nod. For now.

"Will you be back tonight?"

No, not if he could help it. The girl needed sleep, which she wasn't going to get if he stayed with her.

"Okay, then," she relented. "I guess I'll see you later."

The Shape quickly exited the room, locking the door behind him.

When Jillian heard the lock click into place, she reached for her cousin's gown since it was already covered with Michael's cum. She wanted to keep her own clothes clean so that she would have something decent to wear upon her escape. She would do everything in her power to conceal the fact that she had essentially become the Boogeyman's own personal slut. She hated that he felt as though he could use her for sex anytime he wished. However, what she hated more was that she actually missed having his massive cock stuffed inside her pussy and ass.

Frowning, Jillian returned to the bed. She had to leave, but she knew it was not going to happen tonight. She would have to earn Michael's trust, which no doubt would take time - time she feared she didn't have. Already her body was yearning to be fucked by him, again, and that did not bode well for her.

To distract herself, Jillian ate her last burger and drank her soda. Filling her stomach helped make her sleepy. She stretched out on the bed and let her eyelids fall closed. The lustful ache between her legs gradually dissipated as she drifted off to sleep.