[Non-Canon] Halloween Special 2022

“~Let’s gather ‘round the campfire and sing our campfire song~” Viv starts singing the classic Spongebob tune, as you and your girlfriends make your way to the elevated deck of Becca’s forest mansion that has a fire pit in the center.

“~Our C-A-M-P-F-I-R-E-S-O-N-G song~” You, Stella, and Cassie instinctively start singing as soon as you all hear the first line. Meanwhile, your other girlfriends have no clue what the four of you are doing.

“Did you guys prepare that before coming here?” Tanya asks, which gets a devious look from Viv as soon as she hears it.

“~And if you don’t think we can sing it faster then you’re wrong~” Viv continues the song, as she gets awfully close to Tanya, which then gets you, Stella, and Cassie to surround Tanya from all sides.

“~But it’ll help if you just sing along~” Stella continues the line after Viv, and you hug Tanya by the waist from behind that gets an “Ay!” from her in surprise.

“~BUM… BUM… BUM~” You copy Patrick and do it right near Tanya’s ear, making her laugh. The girls then break into the next sped up part of the song, with Stella doing the Patrick part where she can’t match speed and exclaiming “SONG!” in perfect panic. The four of you laugh hysterically, while Tanya and Maddy laugh from the situation but not exactly knowing the Spongebob reference, and Becca just watches on unfazed and just used to not knowing half the things your group references most of the time.

“I would just like to point out that you all sang that much too early.” Becca says in observation, before she taps something on her phone and the fire pit lights up automatically.

“You have a smart fire pit!?” Brooke shouts in amazement.

“I don’t know why you’re surprised. It’s not like this ‘camping trip’ has exactly been roughing it.” Stella playfully points out.

Stella’s right. There wasn’t really any camping on this ‘camping trip’ you all planned for Halloween, as it ended up being more of another resort holiday than the traditional ‘roughing it’ kind of camping. The one that was most disappointed about that is Maddy, who wanted to show off the camping skills she learned from her dad growing up.

You and the girls all sit down by the fire and get ready to make your s’mores, while Viv plays bartender and mixes some drinks that go well with the cool night breeze and the gentle warmth of the fire.

---

About an hour later…

“Are those owls?” Tanya asks, as the humming of cicadas are mixed with the hooting of what you assume are also owls.

“You’ll be hearing a lot of those as I believe this time of year is their mating season.” Becca answers Tanya.

“Oooh! That gives me an idea!” Viv exclaims in her seat.

“That can’t be good.” Stella jokingly comments.

“Shut up.” Viv immediately tells her playfully. “Okay! Here’s my idea. Since it’s Halloween and it was always part of our plan to tell spooky campfire stories anyway, let’s do it with a twist!” Viv suggests excitedly.

“What twist?” Cassie asks, skeptical of Viv’s suggestions as usual.

“What other kind of twist would Viv suggest?” Brooke sarcastically asks to tease Viv.

“A sexy twist.” Viv replies suggestively.

“Wow! Shocker!” Stella sarcastically replies.

“Saw that coming.” Brooke jokes.

“What? I’m just trying to make it fun!” Viv defends her idea.

“Just admit you’re a scaredy cat, V.” Brooke teases her.

“UGH! Please.” Viv reacts dismissively, rolling her eyes and raising her hand to tell Brooke to stop even suggesting something so preposterous.

“How do you do sexy twists to scary stories?” Maddy innocently asks.

“Serial **** on the loose.” Stella jokingly suggests.

“Wow. I suggested ‘spooky/sexy’, not ‘scary/traumatic’.” Viv says in reaction.

“Well, it’s your suggestion. Why don’t you go first then?” Stella suggests.

“Fine. I can do that.” Viv replies. “Let me tell you the story of…”

---

FRANKENSTEIN’S MONSTER! … BUT EROTIC!

(A Vivian Nguyen Overly Detailed Sexy Spooky Campfire Story)

It begins with a tragedy.

It’s the dead of night in the early 1800s, as a flash of lightning momentarily brightens the facade of a medieval castle. The sound of thunder booms through, overpowering the fluttering wings of bats and the hoots of owls from outside the castle. And yet… it cannot overpower the guttural howl that comes from within the walls of Dr. J. Frankenstein’s castle.

“NOOOOOO!” The mad scientist shouts at the top of his lungs.

“Master!” His loyal servant shouts. “She’s gone, master.” She tells her master solemnly.

“No, Vivian! I won’t accept this!” The mad scientist shouts. “I am the greatest mind in the world! I will bring her back!” The mad scientist declares while mourning his wife.

“Master, I thought, now that she’s gone, maybe you could focus on me instead?” Vivian, the master’s assistant, suggests. The mad scientist's eyes flare up in fury and take Vivian by the wrist and **** her to bend over the bed where the mad scientist’s dead wife is lying in rest.

“How dare you suggest something like that at this time!?” the mad scientist asks her in anger, before…

*SPANK*

“I’m sorry, Master!” Vivian shouts after her master’s spank. “Please punish me for suggesting something so horrible!” She shouts to encourage him, as she enjoys her master’s punishment. To encourage him further, Vivian lifts the hem of her potato sack dress to expose her bare bottom to her master.

“I know what you’re doing, slut!” the mad scientist shouts.

*SPANK!!*

“I will not fall for it!” He adds.

*SPANK!!*

“Of course not, Master! You’re too smart to fall for such an obvious tactic!” Vivan concurs.

*SPANK!!*

The mad scientist continues on for a few more minutes, taking out his anger on his lab assistant. Vivian, after years of punishment from her master, has grown to find pleasure in the painful spankings of her master. As she gets spanked on her bare bottom more and more, she can’t hold back her moan any further.

“Yes, Master! Punish me!” Vivian shouts.

“Enough!” the mad scientist shouts, realizing he has fallen for Vivian’s honey trap once more. “I must go to work to resurrect my beloved!” the mad scientist declares.

The scientist worked tirelessly, night after night, day after day, in his attempt to create a device that would bring his beloved back.

It took him over a year…

but he finally succeeded.

“Behold!” The scientist shouts. “The Affection Multiplier!” He declares triumphantly, as Vivian watches on and applauds her master’s work.

“Congratulations, Master! You’re truly brilliant!” She says in adulation.

“Yes! Yes! I am.” The scientist concurs, before laughing maniacally in narcissistic pride.

“How does it work, Master?” Vivian asks him.

“It’s a device that amplifies a person’s feelings towards me. Hidden in my beloved’s ruby medallion.” He answers, confusing Vivian.

“How-uh~... how will it bring your bride back, Dr. Frankenstein?” Vivian asks.

“It is complicated to explain. You’ll find out soon enough.” He answers her.

---

‘Soon enough’, at least in those days, meant over the course of a few months it seemed.

Frankenstein left the castle from dawn until dusk every day during those months. His activity was unknown to his assistant at the time, all she knew was that he was using his invention to meet women from separate villages near his castle. The women wouldn’t have known of each other, as they lived in separate communities, and did not leave them out of fear of the unknown dangers lurking in the woods that separated their villages. Vivian warmed her master’s bed every night during those months. His appetite for her flesh was insatiable… but it was always screaming out the name of his beloved bride.

On the eve of the second anniversary of his bride’s passing, Frankenstein had finally completed his preparations. He told Vivian to prepare a feast, as they would be having guests for the first time since his bride passed away.

It’s a dark and cloudy night once more, exactly like that night two years ago. Frankenstein made sure his plan would come to fruition tonight. He scheduled the women of the different villages to arrive by carriage that he hired to escort them through the woods.

“Welcome, Madame Cassandra. I am Vivian. Dr. Frankenstein’s assistant.” Vivian greets the first one to arrive, a maiden of just nineteen, as she steps out of the carriage.

“It is a pleasure to meet you, Vivian.” Cassandra responds, a bit shocked to find a woman from the far east to be in the service of Dr. Frankenstein. “Where is Dr. Frankenstein?” She asks her.

“He will join you in the dining hall shortly. Please let the coachman escort you through the castle. I still have to stay and greet the other guests as they arrive.” Vivian informs her.

“Other guests?” Cassandra asks in confusion, as she was led to believe this was a night she will spend alone with Dr. Frankenstein.

“Yes, madame. Master has six guests arriving tonight.” Vivian answers.

“Six? I- May I know who they are?” Cassandra asks in curiosity.

“I only know of their names and the schedule in which they will be arriving, madame. I cannot say who they are. Although one of them is Baroness Rebecca Hoffman. I believe she is the liege lord of your village?” Vivian answers.

“Baroness Hoffman!?” Cassandra reacts in shock. “Ha-How? Why!?” She stutters to ask, seemingly fearing for her life. Vivian understands her concern, as the baroness does have a reputation she is familiar with, having worked in her kitchens prior to serving her new master.

“Master has his ways.” Vivian answers cryptically. “Please.” She then adds with a gesture towards the coachman who will escort her to the dining hall. Cassandra looks worried, but she nonetheless trusts Dr. Frankenstein and continues inside the castle with the coachman.

Cassandra enters the empty dining hall, where no food is yet to be served. The coachman pulls a chair near the head of the table where he gestures to Cassandra to sit. Cassandra thanks him for his courtesy and sits down, while the coachman gets wine and pours her some in a goblet.

It’s not long after that the five other guests of Frankenstein arrive, and are all seated at the dining table. Cassandra looks around and recognizes Baroness Hoffman at the opposite end of the table. Across from Cassandra is a beautiful looking woman who was introduced by her coachman as Stella Frankenstein, the daughter of the man she has fallen in love with over the course of the months he’s visited her in her village. Sitting beside her is a foreign looking woman who seems to be from one of the Spanish colonies who was introduced as Antonia. Beside Antonia is a blonde woman who is infamous as being a brothel owner, Brooke Taylor. Across Brooke is a maiden who seems to be of French and Irish descent, younger than Cassandra, and with fiery red hair that was introduced as Madeleine O’Brien.

Now that they’re all seated, all of them steal glances towards one another, unsure why they’re all there together. There is obvious disdain in the look of Baroness Hoffman, most likely unamused that she is dining with peasant folk; although, Cassandra is still unsure what she is doing here… what they’re all doing here for that matter.

“How do you all know Dr. Frankenstein?” Cassandra asks the rest of the women.

“You are all my lovers.” They all hear Frankenstein answer, as he finally enters the dining hall, with Vivian following close behind him. The answer seems to strike a nerve with Stella, who immediately shouts a perfectly good reason why such an answer would offend her.

“Father!” Stella shouts in reaction. “Why would you reveal our secret so callously!?” Stella shouts at him in anger, as most of the women are in shock at the revelation.

“Lothario!” Antonia shouts in anger, a sentiment that is supported by Brooke.

“You were romancing others behind my back, Dr. Frankenstein!? How could you!?” Brooke shouts, clearly blindsided by the revelation.

“Aren’t you a brothel owner?” Baroness Hoffman asks her, as if Brooke has no right to loyalty just because of her profession.

“How are you not offended by finding Dr. Frankenstein to have multiple relationships?” Brooke asks Baroness Hoffman without fear of consequence.

“I knew about all of you before I arrived here.” Baroness Hoffman answers her, unfazed by Brooke’s tone. “I am a Baroness. I have a spymaster who informs me of such things.” Baroness Hoffman answers her.

“If you knew, why didn’t you confront him? Why not inform us?” Antonia asks her, her stress clearly rising.

“I wanted to see where this goes.” Baroness Hoffman answers, just as nonchalantly as before.

“Are you two going to leave because of this information?” Frankenstein asks Antonia and Brooke.

“What? No!” Brooke and Antonia both answer simultaneously, revealing that this news might not be as offensive to them as they first insinuated.

“I-... I’m just… Why didn’t you just tell me from the start?” Brooke asks him, getting a supportive reaction from Antonia.

“I am telling both of you now, with all of you here, so you both can see that everyone else is not bothered by this news.” Frankenstein answers her. “It’s the same reason I revealed our incestuous relation in the same breath, daughter. See how everyone is not bothered by it. In fact, they are more bothered that I kept my lack of fidelity as a secret rather than the absence thereof.” He continues.

“Did all of you know beforehand?” Brooke asks the others.

“No. I only found out today, but… but I assumed the doctor had others besides me. I am but a lowly mercenary’s daughter. The venerable Dr. Frankenstein wouldn’t only be satisfied with me.” The young Madeleine finally speaks. The others don’t agree with the latter half of her answer, but other than Baroness Hoffman, the others inform Brooke that they also just found out tonight.

“Why are you telling us now, is my question, Doctor. You clearly had all of the others fooled. Why go through all this trouble to reveal it to them?” Baroness Hoffman asks him.

“Because tonight… Tonight I am asking all of you to stay with me…” Frankenstein answers her, before looking at all the women he has gathered there tonight, including his assistant Vivian.

“FOREVER.”

---

It was an offer that was months in the making, and an offer Dr. Frankenstein ensured would not be refused by his paramours.

The eight of them feasted on Vivian’s cooking, and drowned themselves in free flowing wine, while the girls got to know each other a little better. The teenagers immediately found common connections, while the more mature ladies became much more loose with their tongues and much less inhibited… all except for Baroness Hoffman.

“When does the fun begin, doctor?” Baroness Hoffman asks, as she finishes another goblet of wine, before standing up from her seat.

“Are you not enjoying yourself, Baroness?” Madeleine asks.

“I was not talking to you, peasant.” Baroness Hoffman retorts, forcing the young Madeleine to retreat into her seat.

“If we are all going to get along, my dear; you will need to play nice with my other paramours.” Frankenstein reminds her.

“She only asked that question because she didn’t understand mine.” the baroness replies.

“When…” she adds sultrily, before unclasping the top button of her bustier,

“Does…” and another set of buttons,

“the fun…” she takes off her bustier entirely,

“begin?” she finally finishes, before slipping her top off her shoulders to reveal her naked breasts.

Gasps echo throughout the dining hall, as the other women are shocked at the forwardness and uncivilized display of the baroness. Frankenstein only smirks. He takes another swig of his wine, before standing up to approach the half-naked baroness.

The other girls remain silent, as they watch Frankenstein approach the baroness slowly. The baroness raises an eyebrow with a seductive smirk while letting the rest of her dress fall onto the floor, leaving her as naked as the day she was born… literally. The other women gasp again at the sight of the baroness’ shaved pubic region. Frankenstein remains unfazed, and only stares into the eyes of the baroness. He places a finger under her chin, and lifts it up so she can look into his eyes. He slowly moves his lips closer to hers, and the baroness inches closer towards his in desire as well; but Frankenstein pulls back, and prevents the baroness from closing the distance with his finger.

“Vivian.” Frankenstein calls out.

“Yes, master?” She immediately responds, standing at attention when her master calls for her.

“Take the baroness to her quarters.” Frankenstein commands.

“Yes, master.” Vivian immediately acquiesces, and approaches the baroness.

“Vivian.” Frankenstein grabs her attention again. “Obey her commands as if I gave them.” He adds, and Vivian nods. The baroness is hesitant to follow Frankenstein’s suggestion, but he assures her with “I’ll be joining you both after I am done entertaining my other guests. Vivian will keep you entertained in the meantime.”

The baroness finally acquiesces, finally understanding what Frankenstein means; as she and Frankenstein play with her servant girls all the time when he visits her. Baroness Hoffman and Vivian finally exit the dining hall, leaving Frankenstein with his five other paramours.

“I apologize for the baroness’ behavior, everyone.” Frankenstein tells them.

“No, mi amor. The baroness only expressed what we were all thinking.” Antonia responds, to the nods of approval from everybody else, right before their looks turn to ones of desire and lust.

“I guess the real festivities are about to begin then?” Frankenstein suggestively asks the girls, who all smirk at the confidence of their lover.

“Then let it begin.”

---

As Frankenstein promised earlier though, he starts the night of debauchery with the Baroness and Vivian. He escorted the others to their individual quarters first, and promised them that he’ll visit them before the night is over, to the burning excitement of his lovers.

He then enters the room he assigned to the Baroness, and the sight he sees upon entering is exactly what he expected — Vivian on her back on the canopy bed, while the Baroness sits over her face so Vivian could service her. Almost instinctively, Vivian spreads her legs wider after just hearing the door open to the room.

“This slut is well trained.” Baroness Hoffman tells Frankenstein.

“Better trained than your servant girls Baroness.” Frankenstein smugly replies.

“I’ll concede that point, doctor; as it rings true with every movement of her tongue inside me.” the baroness replies. “Why is that?” the baroness then asks him, as Frankenstein begins to undress while walking towards them.

“You train your servant girls to do as you command out of fear, Rebecca.” Frankenstein replies, as he joins the two on the bed, and teases entering Vivian with his pulsingly erect manhood. “Vivian does as she’s commanded out of loyalty.” Frankenstein adds, before plunging deep into Vivian. Surprisingly, it is the baroness Rebecca who moans out of pleasure, as Vivian seems to match the intensity of her tongue work now that Frankenstein is inside her.

“Is that why you collected all these girls into your harem, doctor?” Rebecca asks, as she starts to grind on Vivian’s tongue more enthusiastically now. “More loyal servants for both of us to play with?” Rebecca asks. The doctor smirks at the thought, before suddenly placing a hand on her neck.

“You’re going to be my loyal servant girl too, baroness.” Frankenstein tells her, getting Rebecca to chuckle.

“As long as the others know they’re beneath me,” Rebecca replies, unfazed by the doctor’s light **** on her neck, “Then I am your loyal servant girl, doctor.” Rebecca answers, getting Frankenstein to smirk deviously.

“Then let’s see how loyal of a servant you are.” Frankenstein replies, before pulling out of Vivian and stands over her, his cock directly in front of Rebecca now. Despite the obvious offer, Rebecca remains disciplined and doesn’t do anything until the doctor commands it.

Instead of ordering the baroness to pleasure him though, the doctor takes both of Rebecca’s arms by their wrists, and ties them together over her head with the bed curtains behind her.

“I am yours to use, doctor.” Rebecca encourages him.

“You need not speak words that are already manifest, Rebecca.” Frankenstein replies before ripping away a part of the curtain to place over the baroness’ mouth. “You need not speak at all.” Frankenstein adds.

“AAAAAAAAH!”

---

“What was that?” Stella asks herself from her room in the castle. Stella grabs a lantern that’s inside her room, and proceeds to walk out to check who the screamer might be. Just as she opens the door, the one across from hers opens as well, where her newfound friend Cassandra was assigned to.

“Did you hear that?” Cassandra asks Stella.

“I did.” Stella answers. “It seemed like a muffled scream.” She adds.

“I thought so as well.” Cassandra says in agreement. “Do you think one of your father’s other lovers is hurt?” Cassandra asks with concern.

“It would be prudent to help them if such is the case.” Stella answers. “Come with me. I grew up in this castle. I think I know where the scream came from.” Stella tells her while offering her hand to Cassandra, who gladly accepts; and the two of them proceed throughout the castle holding hands.

As the girls walk down the corridors of the castle, a flashing light creates a shadow on the wall in front of them, causing them to turn around and shriek in surprise.

*KRAKA-THOOM!*

Another shriek exits their mouths as they hear the thunder that follows the flash of lightning a split second ago.

“What are you girls doing out of your rooms?” Frankenstein asks them, as he was the figure creating a shadow behind them.

“We heard a scream.” Cassandra answers him, before noticing that Frankenstein’s hair is wet and he’s wearing a night robe.

“The only screaming I’ve been hearing is from you girls.” Frankenstein tells them.

“Apologies, father. We were only worried that someone might have gotten hurt.” Stella tells him.

“It’s as if you didn’t grow up here, dear. You know Vivian knows all the goings on in this castle.” Frankenstein reminds her. “You need not worry yourself. If there was an accident, Vivian would inform us.” He then assures her.

“Come.” He says, as he comes between the two of them and holds their hands. “Let’s get you both back to your rooms.” He tells them.

“Why is your hair wet, doctor?” Cassandra asks him, as they make their way back to their rooms.

“As a man of science, I find that taking baths in between partners is crucial to avoid disease.” Frankenstein answers, to the blushing response of Cassandra and Stella.

“If that’s the case, doctor; wouldn’t it be prudent to have as many partners at one time? To save you the trouble of taking multiple baths?” Cassandra asks.

“What are you suggesting, Cassandra?” Frankenstein asks her, despite him knowing exactly what she means.

“As Stella and I have gotten to know each other better on this night, I’m suggesting that the two of us share our time with you… together.” Cassandra answers the doctor. Frankenstein doesn’t answer, but looks towards his daughter for her thoughts on Cassandra’s suggestion.

All Stella gives as an answer is a devious smirk towards her father.

---

“Do you like watching me ride your father like the wild stallion that he is?” Cassandra asks Stella, as the latter continues to play with herself next to her father and Cassandra’s passionate love-making.

“When you suggested this arrangement, I didn’t know that you’d let greed take over you and not share him at all.” Stella seemingly admonishes Cassandra’s behavior, but the desire in her eyes is palpable.

“I have his cock, yes.” Cassandra replies suggestively, “but his mouth has been free to mount since the beginning.” Cassandra tells her, and the two of them smirk deviously at each other once more, as if they’ve had a friendship since their childhood with how comfortable they are with each other.

Stella immediately mounts her father’s mouth, and Frankenstein needs no further encouragement before he starts pleasuring his daughter’s dripping wet pussy with his tongue.

Meanwhile, Cassandra looks at Stella with lustful desire as she begins to grind her crotch on her father’s tongue. Stella notices this look as well, and begins to blush at the stare that Cassandra is giving her.

Cassandra doesn’t hold herself back and places a hand on Stella’s cheek, who flinches away from Cassandra’s touch.

“I-... it wouldn’t be right, Cassandra.” Stella tells her.

“You and I aren’t right for each other too, baby; and yet, here we are.” Frankenstein reminds her, after taking a pause from eating out his daughter. “You need not worry. No one outside this castle will know.” He assures her.

Stella stares deep into Cassandra’s eyes, who places her hand on Stella’s cheek once more. Cassandra inches closer to Stella, before Stella breaks the slow burn and attacks Cassandra’s lips with her own. The sudden lust filled **** of Stella’s tongue on hers, with her lover’s skin gently stimulating her clitoris while his cock is deep inside her, is enough for Cassandra to get over the edge and cum. Cassandra utters a deep guttural moan as Stella bites her lower lip while she cums from pleasure.

As soon as Cassandra dismounts Frankenstein, it doesn’t take Stella long to replace her, and she rides her father’s manhood immediately after. Moans of pleasure begin to escape her lips as soon as her father’s cock touches her lips down there, and she then releases a scream of both shock and euphoria as her father moves his hips upward forcefully to reach deep inside her womb.

*KRAKA-THOOM!* *BANG-BANG-BANG*

Thunder masks Stella’s scream of euphoria, as well as the pounding on the door to their room. Stella starts to ride her father with reckless abandon, bobbing her pussy up and down his hard shaft.

*KRAKA-THOOM!*

The door to the room keeps getting pounded from outside.

“I’ll go see who it is.” Cassandra tells the two of them, while Stella pushes her father to lay back on the bed, as he wanted to see who was banging on the door.

…

…

…

“RUN.”

---

“You’re the mercenary’s daughter, aren’t you?” Antonia asks her visitor.

“Yes, Madame Antonia. I’m Madeleine.” Madeleine replies.

“What brought you to my chambers?” Antonia asks her, worried.

“The thunder… it… I’m…” Madeleine tries to explain, but her demeanor is immediately understood by Antonia as one of fear, and the older woman hugs her warmly before inviting her inside.

“You’re not used to the thunder, my dear?” Antonia asks her, before the two of them sit down on her bed.

“No, Madame Antonia. My village rarely gets thunderstorms.” Madeleine replies.

“It’s okay, my dear. You have nothing to fear.” Antonia assures her, while wrapping the young girl in her arms. “Thunder and lightning are but a natural occurrence.” Antonia adds.

*KRAKA-THOOM!*

“AAAAH!” Madeleine screams from the sudden burst of sound. Antonia can’t help but laugh lightheartedly at the poor girl’s fear.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to laugh.” Antonia tells her. “You’re alright, Madeleine. Thunder can’t hurt you.” Antonia continues to assure her, rubbing the side of Madeleine’s arms to comfort her.

*Knock-knock-knock*

“AH!” Madeleine shouts again, as the teen just can’t help being jumpy.

“That was just the door, Madeleine.” Antonia tells her, before breaking away from the girl to check who knocked.

“Mi Amor, what happened?” Antonia asks Frankenstein after opening the door. He’s breathing deep, wearing nothing but a ruby medallion around his neck while soaking wet, and there are marks on his chest that seem to be from nails that dug deep into his skin.

“The baroness got a little too rough with me, I’m afraid; but I am fine. I took a quick soak to wash off the blood from her scratches.” Frankenstein explains.

“You look like you need a rest, mi amor.” Antonia tells him, before accompanying him to the bed.

“Madeleine, what are you doing here?” Frankenstein asks her, but the young girl is too sheepish to speak.

“The sound of thunder was a little too much for her to handle alone, and she needed company.” Antonia explains.

“I can leave if you prefer to be alone with madame Antonia, doctor.” Madeleine tells him.

“No, Madeleine. I’m glad you’re here.” Frankenstein assures her as he sits down next to her on the bed. No sooner does he sit next to her that he plunges his tongue deep into the young girl’s mouth.

“Mi amor!” Antonia shouts in reprimand, as it seems Frankenstein is forcing himself onto the poor girl. The reprimand falls on deaf ears as Frankenstein continues to makeout with the soft spoken redhead.

“Enough, Frankenstein!” Antonia pulls him off of the young girl, seemingly worried that Madeleine is being **** by her love to do these things. Antonia’s worry is thrown out the window with what Madeleine does next. The young girl practically rips off her night dress and attacks the doctor with her mouth, forcing his back on the bed, while the young girl mounts him.

“Oh.” Antonia says in reaction, as the young girl seems to be the one that’s in control of the situation now.

“Maybe I should be the one to leave you two alone.” Antonia half-jokingly remarks.

“Oh no! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to give into my lustful urges.” Madeleine says in apology.

“You need not leave, Antonia. Come join us.” Frankenstein offers her.

“Yes-ungh… please. Don’t leave.” Madeleine says in agreement, as the young teen penetrates herself with Frankenstein’s cock.

Antonia watches in awe, as the formerly shy and sheepish girl she was just talking to a moment ago, is now rapidly moving her hips expertly to stroke her lover’s cock in and out of her. She watches Madeleine go chest to chest with Frankenstein, before going even faster with her hip movements, quickly getting herself into orgasm.

Antonia almost can’t help laughing at the amateurish pace that Madeleine attacked her lover’s cock. Not pacing herself to even enjoy the build up to the moment, and now the young girl is breathing heavily and sounds exhausted after performing at such a rapid pace.

“I guess—” Antonia tries to say that she assumes that it’s her turn with Frankenstein, even starting to undress herself to take her turn, but Madeleine suddenly shoots up and starts riding Frankenstein again with even more reckless abandon.

---

“Ay papi! Dámelo! Rapido! Rapido!” Antonia shouts as Frankenstein pumps in and out of her tight backdoor with his manhood. Madeleine is resting in exhaustion beside them, watching Frankenstein ravage Antonia’s ass. Madeleine has no clue what Antonia’s saying to Frankenstein, but she’s sure they’re not the cleanest of words with how she’s saying them.

The young girl was amazed at how skillfully the older woman cleaned Frankenstein’s cock with her mouth earlier, swallowing it whole like it was nothing. She thought it was even more impressive than that one time she saw a sword swallower at one of the grand feasts thrown by their liege lord.

Antonia shouts again from pleasure, and Frankenstein groans in release of his own orgasm inside Antonia’s asshole. In the height of their pleasure, they didn’t seem to hear what Madeleine heard faintly.

“Heeeelp me…”

Madeleine sits up from the bed, looking towards the door, trying to listen if she can hear it some more.

“Heeeelp! Please!”

Madeleine gets off the bed and hurries towards the door. Frankenstein calls out to her, but he’s still deep inside Antonia that he can’t catch up to Madeleine’s urgency. Madeleine makes it out the door, and the corridor is dark as there are no torches open currently.

*KRAKA-THOOM!*

Madeleine flinches in fear of the noise, but she steels herself and continues to try and find where the voice is coming from.

“Heeeelp”

Just as she hears it again, the flash of lightning briefly lights up the corridor for a split second, and she sees a figure crawling on the floor slowly.

“Who’s there?” Madeleine asks.

“Help. Please. She’s coming.”

She hears from what she assumes from the crawling figure. Madeleine is filled with anxiety and fear, as she can’t see anything in the pitch darkness of the corridor. She’s about to go back to Antonia’s room, when suddenly, she feels someone grab her by the ankles.

“She’s right behind me. Warn the others.” She hears from below. Madeleine squints her eyes and it’s finally adjusting to the darkness, and she sees that it’s the woman named Cassandra that’s holding onto her.

“What happened to your legs?” is all that Madeleine can ask in her state of shock, as she sees Cassandra’s legs have been cut clean off, and a trail of blood extends from where she lies.

“I… happened.”

---

“Doctor!”

“Woah!” Frankenstein shouts, as he suddenly faces the pointy end of a dagger aimed right at his throat. “Brooke! What’s the meaning of this?” Frankenstein asks her.

“I’m sorry.” Brooke apologizes, as she retracts the hand holding the dagger to allow Frankenstein to relax. She then pulls him in by the wrist and immediately closes the door. It’s only when he’s inside that she notices he’s sopping wet and naked, except for the ruby medallion around his neck.

“What’s going on Brooke? Why are you holding a dagger?” Frankenstein asks her.

“I thought it was just my imagination, but I’ve been hearing screams, doctor.” Brooke tells him.

“Well, you are going to be the last one I visit tonight.” Frankenstein cheekily answers.

“That’s not what I mean, doctor!” Brooke replies dead serious, completely dismissing Frankenstein’s attempt at humor. “I think something’s going on in this castle.” Brooke continues. Frankenstein shifts his demeanor to become more serious as well.

“I’m sorry if I invited you here under false pretenses, Brooke.” Frankenstein cryptically tells her, and Brooke can’t help but grip the handle of her dagger a little tighter with how Frankenstein phrased his answer.

“This castle is haunted.” He then adds.

“What?” Brooke asks in disbelief.

“My late wife. She haunts these halls.” Frankenstein tells her, dead serious in his tone. “The faint screams you hear are hers.” Frankesntein explains.

“I-” Brooke tries to mutter, but Frankenstein takes her by the wrists and pleads with her before she could say her doubts about the whole thing.

“Tonight is the second anniversary of her ****.” Frankenstein informs her. “I could no longer prolong the inevitable and invited you and the others to stay here… so that I do not have to face her haunting alone anymore.” Frankenstein tells her, desperation in his eyes.

“I don’t understand. I thought—” Brooke is a bit incensed that there was an ulterior motive to his invite to his castle, and was about to express as much, but Frankenstein cuts her off again.

“You still thought correctly, my love. I still want you all to be here with me forever. I need to show my wife’s ghost that I have moved on from our love. That I have found others that I can live the rest of my days with, and hope that she is happy for me.” Frankenstein explains.

“You are not just some momentary flings or **** solutions so I can get over my late wife. I have gotten over her. It seems it is her, that isn’t over me.” Frankenstein bears his heart to Brooke.

“I don’t hear screams any more.” Brooke replies, to the confusion of Frankenstein. “Let’s hope that means your late wife has listened to your plea.” Brooke adds with a chuckle. Frankenstein chuckles as well, before placing his hand on Brooke’s cheek.

“It is only you that I hope who has heard my plea.” Frankenstein sweetly tells her.

“I heard, doctor.”

---

“You are always fantastic at that, Brooke.” Frankenstein compliments her, as Brooke has her bountiful breasts wrapped around his erect shaft.

“I know how much you like how my bosom wraps around your cock, doctor.” Brooke says teasingly, with a proud smirk on her face, before she sultrily drools more saliva onto her chest that perfectly drapes over the doctor’s shaft.

“Tell me, can the other girls do this for you, doctor?” Brooke asks him.

“No, Brooke.” Frankenstein answers. “Not as good as you, at least.” He then adds.

“You should keep that a secret from the others, doctor. We wouldn’t want them to get jealous.” Brooke teases him.

“You all have your wonderful traits, Brooke. If they grow jealous of your wonderful breasts, it is only because these are immaculate.” Frankenstein sayn in compliment, before pinching her nipples.

“You’re making me blush, doctor.” Brooke jokingly replies.

“As much as I love this, you’re going to have to stop.” Frankenstein tells her.

“Why?” Brooke asks him.

“I can’t hold on much longer, and I want to be inside of you.” Frankenstein replies.

“Don’t you want to cover me with your cum?” Brooke seductively asks, before speeding up her pace even more.

“Of course I do.” Frankenstein replies.

“Then don’t hold back, doctor. We both know you can keep going even after cumming once.” Brooke goads him.

“The problem is, I’ve been cumming all night, Brooke.” Frankenstein tells her.

“Then I’ll wait for you to recover. There’s no need for haste.” Brooke tells him. “We have forever left to spend together.” Brooke adds sweetly, and its these words that pushes Frankenstein over the edge, causing him to cover Brooke’s chest with his thick white cum.

“You can still release this much even after your rounds with the others. You truly do have a magical—” Brooke begins to say in reaction, before instinctively turning around to block the arm swing of someone who tried to attack her with an axe from behind. She gets a hold of the wrist of the assailant with one hand, before **** her neck with her other hand.

“What is the meaning of this Vivian?” Brooke asks her assailant in white hot fury. Frankenstein’s assistant just tried to cut her head off with an axe, and if not for her past as a mercenary before becoming a brothel owner, Vivian would have definitely succeeded. It seems she’s not the first one Vivian’s attempted to kill based on her appearance; but based on Vivian being covered head to toe in a mixture of dried and still wet blood, Brooke is the first one to be able to stop her attempt.

“Speak!” Brooke commands the much tinier oriental woman, but counterintuitively squeezes her neck harder, preventing Vivian from answering.

“Hrgk—”

A spray of fresh blood coats Vivian’s face… as a dagger pierces Brooke’s throat.

Brooke’s body goes limp and falls to the floor. Her dead eyes staring straight into the eyes of her betrayer.

“Are the preparations for the others complete?” Frankenstein nonchalantly asks Vivian, before handing the bloody dagger to her.

“Yes, master. The other pieces have already been assembled and stitched together. Other than the final piece, only this piece is left to connect.” Vivian answers.

“Good.” Frankenstein mutters. “Finish this off and I’ll meet you in the lab. We can finally begin.” Frankenstein commands, before walking away and not even glancing towards Brooke’s dying body, as she continues to **** on her own blood.

Vivian grabs the bloody axe she attempted to kill Brooke with and leans on it like a cane before addressing Brooke.

“I can see why master chose you for the upper body. They truly are gorgeous.” Vivian cryptically says to the dying Brooke, before fondling her own breasts. “I wish mine were as big as yours.” Vivian tells Brooke, before picking up the axe once more, and raising it over her head.

In one swing of Vivian’s axe, Brooke’s vision is covered in red, as blood splatters all over her eyes, before finally fading to black. Her head having been completely chopped off from her body.

---

“Cassandra’s long legs. Antonia’s wide hips and thick back side. Brooke’s toned torso and bountiful chest. Baroness Hoffman’s exquisite arms. My daughter’s gorgeous face and head. Madeleine’s fiery red hair.” Frankenstein lists the pieces of his monstrosity as it lays on an examination table in his laboratory.

“Finally, my late wife’s brain.” Frankenstein announces, as he picks up the preserved brain in a glass jar filled with fluid. “I may not have been able to preserve your body over the years my beloved, but I’ve made you a new one.” Frankenstein sweetly tells the brain, cupping its edges softly, as if it’s his wife in front of him and he’s caressing her cheeks.

He inserts the brain into the hollowed out skull of his daughter, who is the closest image of her mother that Frankenstein could find. Finally, Vivian seals the brain inside by capping it with Madeleine’s scalp, and stitching together the scalp onto the head of Stella.

Once Vivian is done stitching it together, Frankenstein’s Monster is finally complete. All that’s left to do… is bring it to life.

Frankenstein turns on his way too advanced machinery for the 1800s, and they whir to life loudly. The machines begin to channel the lightning from outside the castle and store its energy. The balls on top of the machinery show currents of electricity flow through them like giant plasma balls.

“What do we do now, master?” Vivian asks the doctor, now that she’s all clean from all the blood that splattered her body after all the butchering she had to perform tonight. Frankenstein doesn’t answer her, and instead takes off the ruby medallion he’s been wearing and places it around the neck of Vivian, before taking another identical ruby medallion and places it around the stitched together body that’s supposed to represent his late bride.

“Get on the table, Vivian.” Frankenstein orders her, referring to an adjacent examination table that’s free, next to his late bride.

“Yes, master.” Vivian responds, before attempting to do as she was commanded, but Frankenstein calls her attention once more.

“Naked, Vivian.” Frankenstein clarifies, and Vivian finding no problem with the command, takes off the tunic she was wearing to get completely nude, before placing herself supine on the table. Now that she’s laying down, Vivian begins to connect the dots of what it is that her master might be planning. She’s directly adjacent to his bride’s new body and both naked except for the ruby medallions around their necks.

“I am the last piece.” Vivian mutters in realization.

“Yes, Vivian.” Frankenstein confirms, hearing her realization. “For the medallion’s magic to bring back my beloved, it requires sacrifice.” Frankenstein explains. “Multiple sacrifices.” Frankenstein adds, hurt in his voice.

“I’ll do anything for you, master.” Vivian professes to him, despite the confirmation that she too will likely perish from this.

“I know you will, Vivian.” Frankenstein tells her, caressing her cheek gently. To Vivian’s surprise, he then takes off his own clothes to get completely naked and gets on top of her on the table. This is new for Vivian as her master usually takes her in any other more garish and complicated positions than plain missionary, but that’s what he does today.

He inserts it slowly inside her, and covers her entire body with his as they’re chest to chest, and her master’s head is resting on her shoulder, giving loving kisses to her neck. He’s making love to her.

The realization brings tears of joy to Vivian’s eyes, as the heat and emotion of the moment brings her closer to climax quicker than anything she’s ever experienced.

“You have always been devoted and loyal to me, Vivian; and now, your soul will bring life back to my beloved… a piece of you will always be with us forever.”

Her master’s words bring her over the edge, and the ruby medallion around her neck and the neck of Frankenstein’s bride light up an otherworldly glow… and Vivian dies with a smile.

“GAAAH~”

“She’s alive! SHE’S ALIIIIIVE!~”

---

“Can you make more negronis?”

“What?” Viv asks, being taken out of her moment, as she finishes her story.

“We’re out of drinks, and I need to be sloshed if you’re going to keep going on about that story.” Stella teases her playfully.

“I thought it was quite nice, actually. Tragic and —” Maddy starts to critique before Viv’s the one who stops her.

“Alright, that’s enough of a fourth wall break, Maddy.” Viv stops her, to everyone’s confusion.

“By the way, who taught you how to tell campfire stories?” Stella teasingly asks. “Ever heard of short and sweet?” Stella continues.

“Everybody’s a critic.” Viv just rolls her eyes, knowing that Stella’s just playing, and it’s not like her point is wrong.

“Welcome to my world, V.” Jay jokingly comments.

“I have a question.” Brooke chimes in, getting Viv to look her way. “Why the fuck did you have to add the detail that I’m a brothel owner?” Brooke asks, unable to hide the offense she took from that inconsequential detail.

“How else did people work out in the 1800s!?” Viv argues defensively.

“I don’t know! You already made me a former mercenary, why not just say that I’m training other mercenaries? Anything but brothel owner! If anything, that should’ve been Becca’s job title.” Brooke counters.

“First of all, who says it was supposed to be you?” Viv asks back.

“YOU NAMED HER BROOKE!” Brooke points out.

“Give me a break, okay? At least you got to **** me before you died!” Viv keeps shouting back bad arguments.

“I think that’s your kink, not mine.” Brooke jokes back, and the two of them can’t help but laugh at each other getting worked up over Viv’s story.

“I for one thought I was criminally underutilized.” Becca then comments.

“Mismo.” Tanya says in support.

“I thought it was nice that you got to be motherly towards my character, Tanya. It fits you so well.” Maddy points out to Tanya. “It’s better than being characterized as a scaredy cat to thunder and lightning.” Maddy comments.

“But you bravely went outside to see if someone needed help! That’s character growth.” Vivi argues. “And by the way, Becca’s the one who told Cassie to run. So that means she fought back too.” Viv then points out, as if that detail would be of some consequence.

“I don’t get that. If Becca told my character to run, then how the hell did I end up crawling with my legs cut off?” Cassie asks.

“Who are you guys!? The storytelling police!? Give me a break!” Viv says as she gets up to make more negronis for the group.

“I have a fun question. Since I died offscreen, how’d you kill me?” Tanya asks playfully.

“Jay put you on a rear naked **** while his dick was still in your ass.” Viv answers nonchalantly.

“Well that’s one way to go.” Brooke reacts with a laugh, getting Tanya to laugh too.

“Alright!” Viv shouts again, before placing another pitcher of negroni on the table.

“Who’s next?” Viv asks.

“What do you mean who’s next?” Stella asks.

“Who’s going to tell the next sexy spooky campfire story?” Viv clarifies.

“I think yours pretty much took everyone’s time this year.” Stella tells her.

“It’s still early!” Viv argues.

“It is still early.” Stella agrees. “But are we going to spend our time ‘talking about fucking’, or actually fucking?” Stella then counters.

“Well… if you put it that way…”

“This is Viv signing off on a fourth wall breaking non-canon multiversal halloween episode special. Hope you enjoyed it and see you next year!”