Date: Sat, 29 Oct 2022 14:21:38 +0100 (BST) From: blackscar01 Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Halloween IMPORTANT NOTE TO ALL READERS Copyright and content notice No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means, without the prior permission of the author and publisher, nor be otherwise circulated without the author or publisher's prior consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published and without a similar condition, including this condition being imposed on the subsequent publisher. The rights of the author have been applied hereon. ******* This Story and all the characters are 100% fiction. Any references made to schools, castles, entertainers and aristocratic titled personages are pure fiction. None of the story features about those places or personages named are true. None of what you are about to read actually happened. ******* If you enjoy my story or any others on the Nifty site, please show your appreciation and donate what you can afford. ******* Finally, thank you again to my editor, Jim. ********************* Readers, please allow and forgive me for this little Halloween dalliance Part 133b of the main story will follow soon ********************** Operation Pied Piper – Halloween – "Per chance a dream" Davy picks up the story I had been trying to tell Forts that one of my pupils, a boy by the name of Malcolm, had come to me privately telling me a wild tale about sleeping and waking to find someone or something sucking on his cock. Forts sighed, making it obvious I was interrupting his listening. "And he was complaining?" "Forts, it's serious! He was very upset." He shook his head, "Most of us dream about waking up getting sucked." I should probably have said Forts was trying to listen to a spooky story on the radio and my wittering, which was intentional, as I didn't want to listen to it, was disturbing him. Forts hugged me and whined, "Davy, I am trying to listen. Can we talk about the phantom sucker later?" I thumped him and sat, trying not to listen. As the story went on, I felt my mouth go dry. I tried to swallow; but no spit came. We lay in silence, as the radio crackled, the haunting voice telling the story. Whoever had done the sound effects was obviously a master at their art. I could feel my heart begin pounding in my chest as the sounds of the wind blowing, the creaking of the doors, the muffled footsteps, the ungodly shrieks, all added to my growing feeling of unrest. "Forts I don't like it. Can we turn it off?" He just bloody laughed at me. "Davy, it is supposed to be scary, it was originally broadcast a few weeks ago for Halloween." "Well, I don't like it. I will never sleep! Who on earth listens to radio shows about ghouls, and ..." Forts flicked off the bedside light, plunging the room into darkness. "Wooo, woooo, woooo" "Forts, stop it!" I stuck my fingers in my ears and snuggled down under the covers. He didn't turn off the radio. * "Forts you have never mentioned about sprites in the woods around the castle before." "Yes I have, don't be silly." I glanced round the room. Why were we back in our old room in the main castle? And when did McPhee and Dima start sleeping in the same room as us? I wasn't even in the same bed as Forts. I looked over at him sleeping; the moonlight played across his face. "Forts!" I hissed. No response, just the wind and ... "Shit, what was that?" The old window creaked and groaned as it was opened from the outside. I pulled the covers up round my face, watching the long bony fingers curl round the opening window. "Forts wake up, for fuck's sake!" Nothing. I couldn't not look. The figure crouching in the open window put a finger to its featureless face, my head suddenly ringing with the word, "Shush." Another head appeared, peering in the window. The first figure dropped to the floor. "Oh my God." I must have said it out loud, it turned to me and I was sure it smiled. It was joined in the centre of the room by two others. All three looked identical. That is to say, smallish heads like satyrs, small horn like protrusions on their foreheads. Their eyes were oval and black, their mouths when opened, forming perfect circles. Their bodies seemed a bluish grey in the moonlight, long bony arms and fingers came from the body of a man, but the legs, the legs they were hairy, very hairy. The thick, dark, coarse hair flowed down to what looked like cloven hooves. I watched as the three of them seemed to be discussing Forts, Dima, and McPhee. I peered over the sheets, watching them as they broke apart, one crossing to Forts' bed, another to McPhee's and the last to Dima's. I called out, "Forts wake up, wake up," but he didn't appear to hear me. The ghoul did though, once more I found myself staring into those black eyes. Again, it seemed to grin and place a bony finger to its mouth. I watched as it turned back to Forts. Why wouldn't he wake up? I opened my mouth to call again, but no sound came out. The monster's head spun round to face me and it slowly shook its head from side to side, then turned away from me again. Bony fingers took hold of the sheet covering Forts and slowly pulled it off. "Where was his nightshirt? He always, well, usually slept in a nightshirt." "McPhee, Dima, help him." I glanced round, the moonlight revealing both of them were still sleeping just like Forts, and both were as naked as him. I didn't see the first ghoul move, but there I was, my body held against the bedroom wall, those cold dead fingers round my throat. Its black eyes, those awful black eyes bored into me. "They can't hear you. Now be quiet, there is a good chap." The mouth didn't move, but I heard every word clearly. I dropped, the hand gone, the ghoul back hovering over the naked body of Forts. It crawled on to the bed and then between Forts' legs. It must have moved them, I don't think Forts did it. It turned and grinned at me once more and then reached for Forts' flaccid cock. Its fingers wrapped round the shaft. Forts' fat bellend lolled about in its grip. It seemed to be examining it. With its other hand, it cupped his balls. I could see them cradled in the bony hand. How could I see that so clearly? I was on the other side of the room. Slowly, Forts' shaft thickened in its hand. The monster's fingers rippled up and down the length of his shaft, causing it to swell to full erection. I watched in growing horror as this fiend bent down towards Forts' swollen cockhead, a glint in the moonlight from the fat tip, telling me his cock was oozing out precum. Spellbound, I watched as the monster's mouth opened fully and a sheaf like tube came out of its mouth. "Forts wake up... Oh, God no!" The tube was semi-transparent. It seemed to ripple as it slipped over, engulfing Forts' swollen bellend. I could see his cock being swallowed up by the sleeve as it edged slowly down the shaft I knew so well. As it reached his pubes, the base of the tube seemed to close tightly round the base of Forts' shaft. The growing constriction causing his bellend to bulge against the opaque sleeve walls. "Noooooo, Dima, McPhee, you have to help him!" Why would none of them wake up? The sleeve round Forts' shaft began to ripple and throb, unseen, translucent muscles being put to work on his cock. I glanced at Dima and McPhee, their cocks too had been similarly consumed, but none of them woke or stirred. I don't know how long it went on for. Maybe only a few minutes, in reality, which seemed like hours to me, all three of them began breathing heavier. The ghouls obviously registered the change in the breathing. My God, how often did they do this? Was it every night? Had little Malcolm been right? Forts grunted, and I watched in horror as his cockhead began pumping out great spurts of cum. They splattered against the inside of the tube, momentarily sliding down the inside, back towards his pulsing cockhead. What was worse was the noise as it was eagerly sucked away up the tube, in to the creature's mouth. Its mouthpiece continued to throb for a few more moments, massaging every last drop of Forts' cum into its mouth. Sated, the beast sat back, its mouthpiece releasing its grip on Forts' cock, with an audible plop. Forts' now exhausted cock dropped on to his thigh, clearly drained. The three monsters then clambered down of the beds and headed for the window once more, each of them vanishing out into the dark night. The one who had drained Forts stopped on the window ledge and turned back to me, put its bony finger to its mouth and went, "Shush," then vanished. "Forts, Forts!" I was struggling, fighting, trying to get to him, but I was being held down, restrained somehow. "Davy, wake up, wake up. You're having a nightmare, you're having a nightmare." My eyes shot open. "Forts, are you okay?" "I'm fine, what on earth were you dreaming about?" "You wouldn't believe me if I told you." ********************** Folks, I really hope you're enjoying the story. There is nothing more rewarding than hearing your feedback with observations and suggestions. Please email me to let me know. Blackscar. Other Nifty stories by Blackscar. 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