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Haddonfield, Illinois

November 5, 2009

Jillian woke up to a light rap on the guest room door. "Come in," she groggily said, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

Dr. Blankenship entered the room wearing only a man's pale blue dress shirt. She had left the top few buttons undone, revealing just enough cleavage to catch Jillian's attention. In her hands she was carrying a long gray sweater, a latex glove, and a thin tube of lubrication.

"I thought you might like something new to wear," the woman said. "You will probably be able to go back to Michael's house today. I'm going to check you over just to be sure. He has already given me his approval to do so."

"Okay," Jillian agreed.

The physician draped the sweater over a chair. Then, she sat down next to the teenager. "Now that we're alone, I'd like to give you a pelvic examination."

"Is that really necessary?" Jillian asked. "I feel fine."

"I know, Jillian, I just want to make sure that Michael didn't harm you when he took your virginity."

"He didn't," Jillian stubbornly stated. "I'm fine. Really."

"Jillian -"

"No, please, I don't want you to touch me."

"Why not?" Dr. Blankenship softly wondered. "What are you not telling me?"

The younger glanced away and lowly said, "Michael fisted me."

"Vaginally?"

Jillian gradually nodded. "And anally."

"Did it hurt?"

"No. I enjoyed it. A lot."

Dr. Blankenship cupped Jillian's chin in her hand and forced the latter to turn her head. "It's all right, Jillian. That's nothing to be ashamed of. I'd just like to make sure that you didn't get hurt in the process, all right?"

The teenager reluctantly nodded. "Fine, go ahead."

"Thank you." Dr. Blankenship moved to the foot of the bed. She then directed Jillian to scoot down to the edge of the mattress. She gently bent Jillian's legs and parted them so that she had a better view of the younger's nether region.

"I'm going to put my fingers in your vagina now." The physician gloved her hand. She also lubricated her index and middle fingers. "You will feel probably feel some pressure," she warned.

Jillian wordlessly nodded. As Dr. Blankenship's fingers slowly slid into her body, the teenager's breath caught. They felt good to her - too good. She wanted more.

"I'm sorry, Jillian. Am I hurting you?"

"No," the younger assured the physician. "No, you're not hurting me."

"Good, because that is not my intent." Dr. Blankenship looked down at her hand as her fingers delved further into the teenager's core. "Jillian, your vagina is becoming quite wet. Are you feeling aroused right now?"

"Yes," Jillian shamefully admitted.

"Do you want me to remove my fingers? I can, if you would like."

Jillian shook her head. "No, it's okay. You can keep going."

"All right. This will only take a few minutes. Just lay still and try to relax."

Jillian tried to obey, but the longer the doctor's fingers moved deep inside of her, the more restless she became. She moaned quietly, feeling an orgasm brewing.

"Jillian, are you all right?" the woman gently asked, her fingers still probing.

"I can't…" the teenager muttered. "Stop. Please, just stop."

"Yes, of course." Dr. Blankenship instantly pulled her fingers out of Jillian's body. "Your vagina is still stretched out from all the activity it has recently received," the woman said, "but otherwise everything feels normal. Now, I have to check your rectum. This examination might hurt a little more." She lubed up her index finger and slowly eased it into the younger's nether hole.

Jillian closed her eyes, wishing for the anal exam to end. It wasn't painful, but she was tired of being intimately touched, especially when she was already sexually aroused. As it was, her pussy was begging for more attention.

"All right, I'm finished," Dr. Blankenship finally announced as she withdrew her finger. She took her glove off and tossed it into the wastepaper basket. "Your rectum is enlarged, but from what I can tell, no permanent damage has been done to it."

"Does that mean I can return to Michael's house?" Jillian inquired.

"Yes, but I would like you to eat some breakfast first."

"No, thank you. I just want to change my clothes and then leave." The teenager still felt aroused, and being in close proximity to the attractive doctor wasn't helping.

"Jillian, wait," Dr. Blankenship commanded. "I hope you're not upset about what happened during the vaginal examination. What you experienced was perfectly natural given that you're a young woman with strong sexual yearnings."

The teenager anxiously licked her lips. "May I go now?"

"Yes. I'm not keeping you here."

"Great. Thank you." Jillian leapt out of bed. She ripped off the black night dress and reached for the gray sweater.

"Jillian, hang on," Dr. Blankenship strongly urged. "Your breasts are bruised."

The younger reluctantly nodded. "Yeah, I know. Michael bit my nipples rather hard the other night."

The physician came to stand before Jillian and studied the bruises more thoroughly. "How hard?"

Jillian sighed. "He made them bleed."

"And you enjoyed that?"

"I had an orgasm," the teenager bluntly replied. "I like it when he's rough with me."

"I see."

Dr. Blankenship tenderly caressed Jillian's breasts and nipples while she continued to examine them. The younger's pussy dampened even more. Embarrassed, she stepped away from the physician's probing fingers and hastily shoved the long gray sweater down over her head. Now that her body was covered, she felt much better. "Michael!" she summoned.

A few moments later the door opened. Jillian gave her partner a relieved smile. "I've been cleared to leave," she said.

"But not until after she eats breakfast," Dr. Blankenship firmly interjected. She turned to the teenager. "I'll get you when it's ready."

The woman left the bedroom. As soon as the door closed, Jillian flung herself at the Boogeyman. She kissed his masked lips while tugging his zipper down. "Fuck me, Michael," she breathed against his mouth.

The killer didn't need any more encouragement than that. He matched Jillian's aggressive behavior by pushing her into a wall. His entry was fast and fierce. She clung to his neck as he quenched her sexual frustration. She knew Dr. Blankenship was purposely trying to seduce her, but she wouldn't let it happen. Michael was the only one she needed. She loved him. Desperately.

"Oh, god, Michael, yes," Jillian moaned. "Let me feel you - all of you - deep inside of me."

The Boogeyman didn't disappoint. With each violent thrust, he stuck her cervix, bruising it. However, the pain only enhanced the younger's pleasure. She quivered, and he shuddered as they reached their climax together.

Jillian dropped her head onto her companion's shoulder, her breathing ragged. He held her tightly in his arms while they both recovered from their tryst.

"Thank you, Michael," she panted. "You don't know how much I needed that."

He cocked his head at Jillian, obviously wondering what had gotten her all worked up. She merely kissed his lips in response. Some things were best left unsaid, and what had happened during her examination with Dr. Blankenship was one of them.

A light knock on the door startled Jillian. She moved away from Michael to answer it, allowing him to zip up his coveralls. Once he was decent, she permitted Dr. Blankenship entrance into the room.

To the younger's relief, the woman had taken the time to change into more modest clothing. She was now wearing a lavender argyle sweater and black jeans.

"Breakfast is ready," the doctor said.

Jillian followed her into the hallway, but her partner stayed behind, shutting the door firmly behind them.

"Well, it looks like it's just going to be the two of us," Dr. Blankenship evenly noted. She led the way to the kitchen.

Jillian sat down at one of the two place settings. Obviously the physician had known that the killer would not be eating with them. Still, his presence at the table was sorely missed.

Jillian politely waited for her host to join her before putting a couple of hotcakes on her plate. When she started eating, the doctor said, "Jillian, have you been taking the pills I gave you?"

The younger blushed. This time from guilt. "No, not yet."

"You do realize you're playing with fire. With all the copulating you and Michael are doing, you're going to wind up pregnant, if you're not careful." Dr. Blankenship gave the teenager a long look. "But perhaps that is what you want. After all, what better way to show your dedication to him than to bear his heir? Am I right?"

"I honestly haven't given it much thought," Jillian honestly replied.

"And yet you haven't taken the necessary precautions to prevent a pregnancy from occuring."

"Not on purpose," Jillian insisted. "It just slipped my mind. Besides, getting pregnant right now wouldn't be exactly fair to you since you are the one who will be financially supporting Michael and me. Babies are quite expensive."

"Trust me, Jillian, I can afford it," the woman stated.

The younger's eyes narrowed. "What are you saying, doctor - that you actually want me to have Michael's baby?"

Dr. Blankenship's expression softened. "What I'm saying is you have my blessing to try, and please, Jillian, call me Elaine. I would really like us to become friends."

Jillian lightly scoffed. "You mean more than friends, don't you?"

"Perhaps in time," the doctor admitted. "You clearly aren't ready to take that step, yet, which I understand. I know that I am older, but I can't help but be attracted to you, Jillian. You are a very beautiful young woman."

Just hearing those words, made Jillian's stomach muscles tighten. She quickly decided it was time to change the subject. "So, you said you were married before?"

Dr. Blankenship nodded. "Yes, but my ex-husband started drinking too much, and he was a violent drunk. One day he invited a group of friends here to watch a few football games together. He had gotten really intoxicated and ended up forcing me to have sex with him and his friends. After that is when I filed for a divorce."

"Does Kaylee know what happened?" Jillian asked.

"Now she does. She didn't at the time, though. I wanted to wait until she got older to tell her."

"Yeah, I don't blame you," the younger empathized. "I'm sorry you had to go through that. You're ex-husband sounds like a real jerk."

"Only when he drinks, which is a lot of the time. If he ever kicked the habit, he'd be a decent man, again."

Jillian simply nodded.

Dr. Blankenship gave her a long look and said, "Since then, I've been in and out of a lot of relationships with both men and women. You see, Jillian, I am also bi, so I understand what you are going through. I know how hard and confusing it can be. But, trust me, it's okay to indulge in your desires, and Michael obviously thinks so, too."

Jillian sighed. "I did enjoy our time with Nicole. She made me feel really good, and I liked watching her and Michael interact with each other. It turned me on so much. But she's also a bitch."

"Yes, she is," agreed the doctor. "Yet Michael has always been attracted to her."

"I can see why," Jillian said. "Their chemistry is very strong."

"True, but yours and Michael's is stronger. Nicole has never encountered anyone who threatened her relationship with him. She wants you so that she can keep him within her grasp. She won't ever let him go, Jillian. Of that you can be certain."

"Well, come Saturday, she won't be able to find us anymore. No one will, except for you." Jillian abruptly stood up and carried her dishes to the dishwasher. She felt Dr. Blankenship's gaze on her but could not meet it.

"Jillian, is something wrong?" the woman asked.

The younger shook her head, though on the inside she was filled with turmoil. Dr. Blankenship was attracted to her, and she was clearly attracted to Dr. Blankenship. What would happen if they acted on it at some point? Would it just be them or would Michael also get involved? Was that something she even wanted? Right now she wasn't sure.

At the time it was suggested, moving into the doctor's cottage made perfect sense. However, Jillian was now having second thoughts about living there and being in the doctor's debt. She suddenly felt trapped, and she didn't like the feeling - not one bit.

"Jillian…?"

The teenager turned, putting on a brave face. "I'm fine," she said. "Just tired. Thank you for breakfast, though. It was delicious."

"You're welcome. Anytime."

Jillian merely nodded and then called for Michael. Within moments he appeared in the threshold.

"I'm all set," she brusquely told him. "Are you?"

The Shape's eyes bore into his partner. Something about her seemed off. She appeared to be on edge, and he wanted to know why. But he needed to get her out of Dr. Blankenship's house first.

The Shape ushered Jillian to the back door, giving her his answer. As soon as the door closed behind them, she released a heavy breath.

"Take me home, Michael," she said while gazing at his house.

The killer instantly scooped Jillian up into his arms so that he could more easily sneak her into his house. Or at least that was what he told himself. The truth was he just wanted to be close to her. Very close.

The Shape carried Jillian upstairs directly to his bedroom. Once inside he slid a hand up her leg to her inner thigh. He traced the outline of her swollen pussy lips with his fingers.

"Wait, are you sure you want to do this here?"

The killer cocked his head. Why not?

"Well, it just seems - I don't know - really personal."

Good. That was the point. The Shape parted his partner's nether lips and deftly teased her taut clit.

"Michael…!" she shrieked. She arched back against his arm while his fingers worked her to the point of orgasm.

Afterwards, the Shape briskly unmasked and lowered his mouth to Jillian's. As they passionately kissed, the killer reached into his pocket and pulled out Kaylee's sex toy. Without any warning, he jammed it straight into Jillian's anus. A stream of fluid instantly flowed out from her pussy.

"Michael," she mewled. "I need you. Please."

The Shape laid his partner down on his mattress. He unzipped his coveralls, finally releasing his hard throbbing manhood. He pushed it into her core and aggressively began moving inside of her.

"Oh, yeah," Jillian groaned. "This is exactly what I want, Michael. I love creaming on your long thick cock."

Her words got the Shape all worked up. He pumped in and out of Jillian's slick pussy. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, giving him no choice but to come inside of her.

Jillian, however, was not sated. She affectionly kissed him and said, "Michael, fuck my mouth so that I can clean you off. I want to taste you so badly."

Her admission instantly aroused the Shape back to a full-blown erection. Jillian scooted down on the bed making her mouth more available to him. He leaned over her face and lowered his cock down into her throat. He didn't dare give her his entire length, but it was plenty to satisfy him while he sought his release.

The killer gripped the top of the headboard as his body turned rigid. His cock spasmed and spurted hot cum down his partner's throat. Once she had swallowed every last drop, he withdrew his cock from her mouth.

The Shape had never been one to cuddle after sex, but he held Jillian possessively in his arms while they rested on his bed. She brushed a few strands of hair away from his eyes. She then placed a tender kiss on his lips.

"I love you, Michael Myers," she reverently said.

The Shape had heard Kaylee speak those same words to him many times. However, they never affected him like they did at this moment. He gave Jillian a soft lingering kiss. He wanted to show her that her love, although not reciprocated, meant something very special to him - that he really did feel differently about her than any other female he had ever slept with.

The killer suddenly sat up. He had an idea.

"Michael, what is it?" Jillian asked, clearly worried. "Is something wrong?"

He gave his head a firm shake. No, nothing was wrong. In fact, for the first time ever, everything felt completely right. The Shape zipped up his uniform, left the bed, and donned his mask. He then sternly motioned for Jillian to stay put.

"I'm not going anywhere," she assured him.

He nodded, trusting her.

"Just please don't be gone long."

The Shape shook his head. He didn't feel comfortable leaving Jillian alone in his house any longer than necessary, especially since people were still looking for her. He would make this trip out as short as possible.

Jillian watched the Boogeyman leave and then relax into his mattress. She couldn't believe he had actually fucked her in his bedroom. She had the feeling he didn't bring women to his own bed very often, if ever. He might not be able to love her, but it was obvious he thought more of her than just being Carolyn's replacement. In fact, she wasn't sure if he even thought about her cousin anymore.

Jillian, however, did. She couldn't help it. She had loved Carolyn very much. She started remembering their first time together. It had been on Carolyn's sixteenth birthday. The last guest had just left the party and Carolyn had invited Jillian up to her bedroom to hang out.

"You sure look pretty in that dress, Jill," Carolyn said.

The fifteen-year-old self-consciously ran a hand over the bodice of her knee-length cobalt dress. "Thanks," she said, blushing slightly. "You look very pretty in yours, too."

Carolyn glanced down at her short low-cut magenta dress and smiled. "My dad didn't approve of it. He thought it was too revealing. I'm glad you like it, though."

Carolyn turned on her stereo and started to sway to the music. "Jill, dance with me."

Jillian took Carolyn's bands and let her cousin pull her close. Within seconds their lips met in a kiss that much more than just an innocent peck. They kissed with open mouths and tongues.

"Oh, god..." moaned Carolyn. "My pussy is getting so wet. Yours, too?"

"Yes," Jillian breathed.

The two girls kept kissing as they moved towards Carolyn's bed. Unbeknownst to anyone they had spent quite a bit of time in her bed kissing and fondling each other during the past couple of years. Now was no different. They fell onto the mattress with their mouths securely locked together and their hands groping the other's breasts through her clothing.

"This isn't enough," Carolyn complained. "Let's take our dresses and bras off."

"Okay," Jillian agreed.

The cousins sat up and stripped down to just their panties. Carolyn leaned over and suckled the younger's left nipple while tweaking the right one between her fingers. Jillian moaned in response as she squeezed Carolyn's breasts.

"I love your tits, babe," Carolyn said. "Some day a man will love them just as much as I do."

Jillian laughed. "I don't think that will be possible."

Carolyn smiled "Maybe not."

The girls laid back down on the bed, still kissing and touching. They ground their clothed pussies together, each searching for that special release.

Suddenly, Carolyn reached down and slipped a hand into the front of Jillian's panties. "Jill, let me make love to you," she insisted while rubbing the younger's erect clit. "I want to feel your wet pussy against mine."

"Yes!" the younger consented. This was the first time they were going have actual sex.

Carolyn slid Jillian's panties down her legs and then removed her own. The latter laid on her back, allowing her older cousin to straddle her like a man would.

"That's it, Jill," Carolyn praised. "If I had a cock I'd stick it in you, but I don't so my pussy will have to do."

The crass manner in which Carolyn spoke completely aroused Jillian.

"Oh, yeah," the older sighed. She gyrated her nether region against her younger cousin's. "I love how fucking wet you are. I'm going to make you come so hard."

"Yes," Jillian groaned. "Yes, please do that, Carrie. I love you so much."

Carolyn bent her head and kiss Jillian forcefully on the mouth. "I love you, too, Jill. Always have."

Jillian suddenly started to shake. "Oh, god! Oh, fuck! I'm coming, Carrie! Oh, god!" Her juices trickled out of her virgin pussy, making both her and her cousin extremely wet.

Carolyn rubbed even faster.

"Carrie!" Jillian gasped, trying to keep her voice down. "Carrie, yes! Oh, god, yes! This feels incredible!"

"I know, babe! I know!" Carolyn excitedly exclaimed. "Fuck! I'm about to come, too!"

The girls orgasmed together. Then, they kissed and did it all over again.

Jillian heaved a deep sigh. She yearned to touch herself, but she would wait for Michael to scratch that particular itch. Instead, she rose from the bed and left his quarters.

Jillian wandered into the bedroom Michael had assigned to her. Carolyn's Halloween costume was still laying on the floor. She knelt before the soiled gown and embraced it to her chest.

As much as Jillian loved Michael, her heart still ached for her dear cousin. Carolyn had been her best friend for years. They had gone through school together, had taken family vacations with each other, and had made love countless times. And, yet, despite all that something had been missing - a man.

Although the girls loved being intimate with one another, they both still had yearned for a male companion. They had even talked about finding a man they could share. Michael would have been that man for them. That was probably the reason Carolyn's spirit had attached itself to him. He was exactly the type of man she would have wanted. And now, as fate would have it, he was Jillian's to love and to fuck.

A pair of arms suddenly wrapping themselves around her midsection made Jillian jump. She turned her head to find the Boogeyman looking down at Carolyn's stained Renaissance dress.

"I miss her," Jillian said without apology, setting the garment aside.

Her partner simply nodded.

The teenager kissed his masked lips. "But I'm also glad I have you, Michael. I love you."

The killer's dark eyes searched hers for a long intense moment. Then, he reached into his breast pocket and pulled out a pearl ring that was encrusted with either cubic zirconias or diamonds on a thin silver band.

"Oh my god! Jillian gasped. "Michael it's beautiful!" She didn't even care that the ring had most likely been stolen from someone. All that mattered was that it was hers now.

Jillian turned completely around and offered the Boogeyman her left hand. "Put it on my finger, Michael. Please make me yours."

Nodding, he slid the pearl down her ring finger. Once it was in place, the teenager kissed him again and began sliding his zipper down to its stop.

"I officially belong to you, Michael Myers," she uttered against his mouth. "I think we should consummate it. Don't you agree?"

To Jillian's delight, the killer instantly yanked her sweater up and over her head and firmly pushed her to the floor. She sat up slightly to watch his stiff cock impale her wet supple pussy. She kept her eyes trained on their union as he rapidly thrust in and out of her body. Watching him stretch her out made her come hard and fast.

Instead of ejaculating deep inside of her vagina, Michael came at its entrance, which gave them both a clear view of his cum filling her up. "God, Michael, that's so hot," she muttered.

He nodded in agreement. Once his cock finished spurting, he touched the outside of the butt plug.

"Oh, yes," Jillian urged. "Please fuck me there. You know it's ready for you."

The killer yanked the toy out with a resounding pop and replaced it with his cock. He rocked against the teenager, making her shriek and moan in pleasure. He lasted a lot longer than she did. She was on her way to her third orgasm by the time he finally came. However, he did not withdraw from her until she reached it. Then, he stuck the plug back into Jillian's ass, keeping the hole well lubricated and stretched. She didn't mind. She was getting used to its presence inside of her. In fact, she almost felt barren without it.

Jillian tried to stifle a yawn but failed. "Michael, I'm really spent," she said.

He quickly zipped up his coveralls and helped her stand. She started heading towards the bed she had been using when the Boogeyman abruptly stopped her. Shaking his head, he pointed to the door.

"Oh, are you sure?" asked Jillian.

He firmly nodded.

"Okay, then."

Jillian walked with Michael to his bedroom. She honestly felt like she could sleep for days, but, of course, that wasn't an option for her. Still, getting a few hours of sleep would be better than getting none at this point. She laid down on the bed, leaving enough room for her partner. He took the hint and joined her. "Thank you," she said. "I feel a lot safer with you close by."

He protectively hugged her to him.

"I love you, Michael." The teenager pressed her lips against his before letting herself float away into nothingness.

The Shape held Jillian tightly in his arms while she slept. He didn't want to let her go. Ever. He eyed the ring on her finger that now bound them together as a true couple. He had wanted to possess her, and only after a few short days, he had succeeded, just as he had predicted.

The low moan of a floorboard shifting downstairs instantly caught the Shape's attention. Somebody was in his house. As quietly as possible, he got out of bed and walked out into the hallway, knife drawn. He silently treaded to the landing and peered down the stairway. He promptly pocketed his weapon when he saw that the intruder was Dr. Blankenship. He descended the stairs to greet her.

"I bought Jillian dinner," the woman said, showing him a bag from a local sub shop. "I thought she might be getting hungry. Is she around?"

The Shape gestured to the stairway.

"May I see her?"

He gave his head an abrupt shake.

"Oh, is she sleeping?"

Yes. And right now she needed that more than food.

"Well, I suppose that's for the best," the doctor said, though she looked strangely disappointed. "Here." She took the submarine sandwich out of the bag and then gave the bag to the killer. "I'll save the sub in my fridge until morning, but Jillian will be able to eat the chips and cookie when she wakes up. I'll drop off the sub before I go into work. Maybe she'll be up for visitors by then."

The Shape casually nodded.

"All right. I'll see you tomorrow, Michael. Have a pleasant night."

Once Dr. Blankenship left, the killer headed back upstairs to his room. He set the bag of food on his desk. Then, he carefully snuck back into bed, careful not to disturb Jillian. She instantly snuggled up against him but did not wake. He rested his cheek on her crown. Soon, he joined her in sleep.