Life has been a bitch and it slowed me down, but i'm still writing! next (and probably final Halloween) installment will be quicker




“Alright girls, Happy Day Before Halloween!” Aubrey dropped her mean act as soon as the door was closed, earning laughter from the girls. She pulled out a (very real) skull full of candy “Dig in!” She looked over the girls, smiling at their delight at the impending sugar rush, and looked them over, running a mental checklist of what she needed. She was Head of House, and it came with a pretty sweet room, more of an apartment. “Okay, so the TV is over here, voice activated, popcorn in the cupboard, help yourselves to whatever. I’ve got the pile of scary DVDs. I want to give each of you the time and attention you deserve, so some of you may be here a while, I hope you didn’t make plans for the rest of the day” she winked


Aubrey looked over her group, her demeanor cool and fairly emotionless, like a scientist, but not unkind “ Let’s see, let’s see…..ooh, definitely Luna, come on honey.” The Clone of Evanna Lynch/Luna Lovegood beamed. She had been feeling inadequate in this group, she considered many of these girls to be prettier than her, it felt really good to be picked first. The rest of the girls got snacks and set up a movie. Evanna hesitated for just a moment to savor this, prompting Aubrey to unclip a large paddle from her belt and give the lovable airhead a firm smack on the ass and bark “MOVE IT!” Evanna worried that she had upset Aubrey and might not be allowed to participate in the party, but Aubrey winked at her. Evanna sighed in relief and scurried to keep up.


They went to Aubrey’s bedroom, where the older girl locked the door and barked “Strip!” grabbing a small whip from the bed and cracking it. Evanna’s stunning blue eyes sparkled mischeivously and she started to rock her hips. She was dressed in a movie-accurate Hogwarts student costume. You wouldn’t have thought that it would count as a costume here, but the school didn’t require or distribute them, and most students wore sweatpants or gym outfits or nothing at all, so it was as noteworthy as any superhero. Evanna continued to sway, never breaking eye contact. The pieces of the outfit fell away, revealing more and more of her ‘seriously, has this girl ever been NEAR sunlight?’ pale skin. When her ‘ghost’ nipples were finally exposed, Aubrey couldn’t help it, she had to touch the soft Hufflepuff.


She wanted to caress Evanna, kiss her slowly make her shiver and sigh and slowly work her way to simultaneous orgasms. But that wasn’t what was expected of her as a Slytherin, and they didn’t have long enough until the festivities for Aubrey to take that kind of time with each girl. So she did the next best thing. Aubrey pushed Evanna down, and started finger fucking her. Two fingers, then three inside the girl, hooking to tug on her inner walls, causing the Irish-girl-modeled Clone to cry out in pain and shock, then screaming in time with the rough motions “Oh Aubrey, oh Aubrey, April…. AAAAHHHH!!!!” she screamed loud enough for the girls on the other side of the heavy wooden door and down the hall to hear her over the screams of the girl in their movie.


Aubrey smirked as Evanna squirted warm juices all over her hand, her pussy spasming wildly, then loosening and relaxing around her hand as her plaything tried to catch her breath. Evanna normally hated that kind of sex, but between Aubrey being so much better and Evanna being in a headspace where she knew she wasn’t going to live, it worked for her. Aubrey was glad the girl was happy, but it WAS more about that post-orgasmic relaxing, loosening of the muscles. She retrieved a toy from under the bed.


Evanna saw Aubrey reach under the bed and heard a heavy scraping. Propping herself up on one elbow, she got a look “Wait, WHAT??” she exclaimed. Aubrey smirked “more Vlad than Donner Party Catering, do you like it?” Evanna looked at the spit…no, this wasn’t a spit, this was a SKEWER! 3 meters of blood-darkened steel, with a jagged tip. Evanna looked at Aubrey “I don’t get it?” Aubrey pulled a book about Vlad the impaler from her shelf and flipped to a page with pictures “See, like this. It’s a kids book so it’s not all accurate, but you get the idea. Remember that silly Cannibal Holocuast movie? Same idea. It’s for display, not cooking”. Seeing the look of horror on Evanna’s already pale face, Aubrey hurriedly assured her “Don’t worry, we would obviously cook you later” and the Clone did relax.


“Okay, what do I do?” Evanna asked “Just lie back, I’ll take care of everything” the blonde did as she was told and Aubrey lined up the point using a special setup to help with the weight, placing the tip at the still wet pussy she had been wrist deep in moments earlier. Evanna giggled, seeming to have a funny thought “I wonder if they will do this to me in Hell?” Aubrey gave her a look “Why would you go to Hell?” “Because I’m a witch!” the idea amused Evanna so much, Aubrey didn’t get it, but she humored the girl with a laugh. Then she eased the skewer inside her decoration to be.


Evanna gasped, not in pain, she was still loosened up enough to not be suffering “It’s cold” she said, seemingly surprised that this crude length of iron didn’t provide the perks of the self-warming spits in the kitchens. Aubrey decided to play with her fantasies “Don’t worry, hell is nice and warm!” which gave Evanna a case of the giggles….which were cut off when Aubrey got a two step start and shoved the skewer up. Evanna didn’t get to scream, there were a number of ugly squishes and crunches, and blood immediately started to flow from her pussy and along the metal….and onto the bed, Aubrey REALLY wished she hadn’t done this on her bed. Evanna touched her crotch with a shaking hand, already in shock. She looked at her bloody fingertips and tried to make a joke, probably about the menstrual cycle Clones didn’t have, but her teeth were chattering too badly, and her chest was shuddering so hard that Aubrey was pretty sure she couldn’t breathe.


Another push, and the skewer ruptured a lung and her heart. Evanna locked up for a moment, then coughed. It didn’t sound like much, but the effects were dramatic. She coughed up blood, blood came out of every orifice. Eyes, ears, nose, Aubrey didn’t see how there could be ANY blood inside of the girl and not on her alabaster skin or on the comically ruined bed. Her whole face and chest were soaked in it. Aubrey had been at this school for several years and never seen a mess half this bad, not even after the Quidditch game the previous year. Still, her job wasn’t done. Evanna was a corpse for sure, hut not fully impaled. One more push and instead of coming out her mouth like it would with a proper guided spit, it emerged from her neck.


Aubrey loaded the display onto a cart and enlisted a couple other girls to help her get it displayed. She would need to find a bedmate to share with, but it was worth it. There was a lot left to do, but Evanna would definitely be the best decoration in the castle.