Night of a Hundred Screams

Star Vs. The Forces of Evil: Night of a Hundred Screams





"Greetings, my fellow deviants." an all too familiar raven haired teenage girl spoke into a camcorder, while traveling down the halls of Echo Creek Academy.
"Janna here to give you a once in a lifetime behind the scenes glimpse of my cinematic magnum opus, NIGHT OF A HUNDRED SCREAMS!"
"An indie short film containing erotic overtones that has been in development for the past several weeks."
"As the head writer, set designer, producer, editor, cinematographer, director, and star of this production; I've graciously decided to allow the public to gaze into the making of what will undoubtedly become my masterpiece. While the systematic halls of this school aren't exactly my ideal environment - unless you count the detention rooms. I'm here to record the recruitment of my fellow accompanying actor, one Marco Diaz!" Janna exclaimed. "Even if he's blissfully unaware that he'll play a crucial part of my work of art; But if I know my Marco, he'll take the news pretty well."

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"So what exactly am I supposed to be agreeing to again?" Marco begrudgingly asked.
"Oh you know." Janna coyly responded. "Just a little independent film project I've been working on."
"It's a sordid tale of unrequited romance: focusing on a pair of estranged lovers finally giving into their amorous impulses in a night of passion." She emphasized while wrapping her arm around the boy's red hoodie. "And I've chosen you to star as my leading male role."
"Yeeeeaaaaah... doesn't really sound like the type of film for me." He replied insipidly while distancing himself from his enthused acquaintance. "Now if we were talking about a martial arts film that's jam packed with action and mixed with nuanced elements, Marco interjected while performing a swift series of karate stances. Then you'd have my interest."

"Besides, can't you just get someone like Justin or Keith to play the lead instead?" "A hunk like them sounds like the perfect lead to for this type of *film*" Marco uttered in air quotes.
"Nah, Janna dryly answered. Those two meatheads are too beefy for me to handle." "Besides, you were born to play this part Diaz."
"Tell you what, Why don't you take a quick look at the script to change your mind."  "Who knows... the girl whispered. You might like what you see." A sly grin arose on the amateur auteur's face juxtaposed to the brown haired youth's look of revolt to the suggestive remark.

"Look Janna, I know you had your sights on me being in this movie of yours, but I'm just not interested in whatever scheme you're concocting." "Now if you'll excuse me, I've got a pressing day of enlightening ahead of me at the dojo."
A look of determination appeared on Janna's face while leering at the aspiring karate student.
"Tsk Tsk Tsk," Janna shook her head complacently. "Poor sweet naive Marco. Little does he know that I have just the right words that'll make him see things my way."

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"It's about time to check if the coast is clear again." Janna murmured offscreen. The cautious camerawoman crept forward to the door of the closet turned makeshift camp: her surroundings tinted in a brilliant shade of green from the camcorder's night vision setting, as she surreptitiously poked the lens through a slim creak in the door. The camcorder slowly scanned across an empty living room concealed in twilight. With no sign of life present, a lone figure warily steps out from the shadows.

"Well, looks like going for the last second approach didn't turn out as smoothly as I had expected." Janna muttered nonchalantly.
"But on the plus side, this minor setback just gives you lucky viewers some additional bonus content."
"We're currently on location in the home of my unwilling associate, Marco Diaz in order to... shall we say: sway his outlook through the use of 'persuasive maneuvers'" Janna suggestively gestured, while silently creeping up the stairs to the second story.
"For my soon to be critically acclaimed..."
"AH!... OH RAFAEL!!!!!"
The stealthy hooligan's wandering eye was immediately drawn towards the shriek of pleasure originating from the bedroom of Mr and Mrs Diaz.
"Sweet! We're just in time to lay our eyes on one of Marco's parents' weekly sex sessions." "These are always entertaining to watch."
The devious delinquent carefully inched the bedroom door ajar, furtively placing the camera lens through the door's narrow gap, documenting the lurid actions unfolding on the opposite side

The normally excitable Angie Diaz: whose face was typically plastered with vivid makeup along with an smile of optimism, sat bare-faced moaning aloud on a queen sized bed. Expressing a much different type of joy she displayed out in public.
The brunette mother's breasts jiggled up and down in a steady fashion that was practically mesmerizing to their unaware voyeur.
Her undraped back was bolstered against a wall of cozy pillows, as an all too familiar masculine figure was seen fidgeting underneath the comforters. Concealing the apparent derivation of the woman's pleasurable whimpers.
"Oh yes..."  Angie cried out. "That's the spot... Don't stop for a minute Rafie."

"Well well, I may need to make a last second revision to the script before filming." the intrepid filmmaker whispered into the camcorder.
Though tempting as it may have been to desert her original intentions and stick around to see where the frisky couple's antics would lead, the determined girl continued down the hallway towards her objective. With the end of the hall in sight, The distinct sounds of a high pressure flow of running water dripping onto a tile floor reached Janna's ears. An undeniable signal that her target is located in the bathroom and fully unprepared for an ambush.

Heedful of Marco's urgent sense of privacy while grooming, the vigilant youth slowly picked the locked door open. Waiting patiently by the doorway for the precise moment to launch her assault, rather then risk losing the crucial element of surprise.  Her honed vision set directly on the silhouette of Marco inside the steam coated shower stall. Her deviant mind anxious to see her co-star's nude body before her during production of Night of a Hundred Screams.

Minutes seemed to tick by fives times slower than usual while Janna bid her time, but sure enough: her hours of persistence had finally paid off. As Marco exited the shower towards the bathroom mirror, with an air of refreshment brimming from his cleansed body obscured with a wrapped towel. Janna quickly seized the opportunity and set her game plan into motion.

"Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeey Marco!" she called out with impish glee. "Guess what?"
"JANNA!!!!!" he shrieked. "Were you trying to take naked pictures of again!?"
"Chicken butt."
The boy's frenzied outburst was suddenly silenced as his body stiffened up and fell to the ground.
"Tip of the night folks, it pays to dabble in hypnosis when dealing with unwilling clientele."
Janna cheekily commented as she approached the unconscious teen lying face up on the restroom floor.
"Let's go partner, you're needed on set post haste."

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"Rise from your grave, my undead suitor!" A gravelly feminine voice called out from off-screen.

An unconscious figure promptly arose from his slumber upon the utterance of the macabre command, silently observing the strange setting before him. He stood in a quaint bedroom nearly concealed in near total darkness. Various guides of the occult and spell books lined the shelves of the bookcases amidst an impressive array of Gothic memorabilia, including: posters, bizarre vials, and shrunken heads were displayed on the walls and furniture. The faint glow of dimly lit flames within numerous skull shaped candles emitted the only source of illumination in the room. lying eerily motionless right in the middle of the room. The glow of the soft candlelight shone upon Marco Diaz's youthful face. A dull glassy stare emanated from the normally lively teen's eyes.

"Ahhhhh, my consort has awoken from his eternal slumber." the foreboding voice spoke with a hint of elation. The distinctive stomps of boots methodically marched closer and closer to the misty-eyed teen. Until Janna stepped into view in the soothing light before her amenable admirer.
"Now then, let the Blood Brood Ceremony finally commence!"

The audacious rebel had her jet black hair let loose from the confines of her hallmark olive green beanie. She was dressed in a pair of leather knee high boots, and a thin choker with a striking skull cutout adorned around her neck; but most shocking of all was the revealing corset barely wrapped around her slim torso, which top extended into two thin bands splitting outwards towards her choker, thus leaving her modest sized breasts fully exposed. While two garters encircled underneath the sides of her uncovered slit, before lightly cusping her butt cheeks connected in the opposite side.

"You should feel pleased to have been selected by yours truly." Janna smirked while caressing her cherished boy toy's face.
Marco responded in a uncharacteristic monotone voice. "Why have you summoned me from the afterlife, oh unsavory sorceress?"
"Well... my inquisitive pet, not any ghoul has the honor of mating with the likes of the infamous - BLOOD MISTRESS!" She let out a feral hiss, showcasing a set of false vampire fangs in her mouth, suddenly causing them to fall out of her gaping mouth.
"Ugh! Lousy dollar store fangs! Stupid thing's always falling out."


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"There are seldom souls in the Underworld virile enough to provide me with suitable heirs." the *blood mistress* proclaimed.
"But before we proceed with the intimacies... She looked at him directly as a sultry smile lit up on her face. Let's get you out of those drab clothes first."

"Yes my demented Blood Mistress." Marco responded. Sliding off his hoodie, shirt, and sweatpants until he stood only in his briefs. Janna stood by absorbing every minute detail of the young man's nearly nude body. She couldn't resist biting her lip as she watched a pair of tighty-whities flung across the room, freeing the fourteen year old's smooth hairless crotch from its cotton confines. Her vagina began to throb at the sight of the naked teen, juices began to drip onto the wooden paneling soaking her thighs in the process.

"Oh yessssss!" Janna exultantly purred. "You'll make an excellent brood mate in-DEEEEEEEEEED!!!"
Her allusive line abruptly cut short upon slipping on her own pussy secretions: landing ass first onto the cold wooden floor with a forceful *THUD!*
"That's definitely gonna leave a mark in post." The prurient girl winced in discomfort while rubbing her sore rump.
"Slave Marco, fetch your mistress an ice-pack from the kitchen."
"It shall be done my unsavory overlady." Marco lifelessly riposted preparing to carry out Janna's command. Completely oblivious to the look of horror on his mistress' face.
"NOT WITHOUT CLOTHES ON!!!"

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Janna cautiously knelt down and grabbed Marco's cock, proceeding to pump it at her own leisurely pace. Marco began to let out low zombie-like moans, with his manhood growing harder with each delicate stroke made. Her lover's groans were music to the enthusiastic occulist's ears.

She gently massaging his testicles, Handling them as if they were a pair of fresh plucked grapes off a vineyard. She grew even bolder by rubbing her finger in a circular motion over the tip of his dick teasing him even further.  Janna's strokes grew more firmer and more rapid by the second, causing Marco to emit whimpers of pleasure.

Just as he was about to reach his climax, Janna cruelly and abruptly released her firm grip on Marco's rod. The red belt let out a groan of discomfort as his penis began to uncontrollably twitch.

"Ah, Ah, Ah..." Janna interjected. We mustn't waste your precious seed so carelessly."
At that very moment, a strand of semen shot directly into the dominatrix's unanticipating eye.
"AAAGGGGHHHHHH! Really Marco!?" Janna clamored over the unforeseen climax. "Didn't I explicitly emphasize that you weren't supposed to cum in this scene!?"

"Forgive me for my lack of willpower my contemptible concubine." Marco bemoaned while bowing his head in shame.
"*Sigh* Just hand me that box of tissues so I can wipe this jizz off for the reshoot. Can't believe you got me right in the freaking eye of all places!"


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The multifaceted filmmaker teasingly sauntered over a few paces from Marco before leaning her back against the base of her bookcase.
"Remember my consort, Your mistress' fulfillment always comes first!" promptly spreading her legs wide open.
"Of course, oh benevolent blood mistress." The mesmerized Marco lumbered over to her on all fours, eager to carry out the commands of his revered resurrector. His breathing grew more steady as his face inched forward towards her moist pussy. Without warning, he plunged his tongue deep inside of her, A thick guttural groan escaped from Janna's lips, signifying the height of satisfaction she received upon the oral impact.

The budding dominatrix couldn't help tracing her finger around her areola, her nipples growing more and more rigid by the second. Her other hand left unintended, reached out and cupped the back of her loyal lover's head, silently encouraging the brown haired youth to forego any restraint and wriggle his tongue deeper into love canal. Marco continued lapping at her folds, sending titillating surges of pleasure throughout Janna's body, Savoring the flood of sweet tasting juices with each and every lick he made. Soon enough, the girl could feel that she was close to her breaking point and continued to instinctively throw her head back repeatedly; feeling no hesitation to vocalize her sensations.

"Oh yeah!!! "Now this is more like it!" "Here it comes - OUCH!"
A lengthy encyclopedia of spells had conked the teen seductress on the noggin. Her wave of pleasure overlapped by the pain on her cranium. (It certainly was no help that the book was a hardcover edition no less).
"Can't believe my dumb luck tonight!" Janna groused in a rare fit of discomposure.
"Perhaps the karma gods are seeking retribution for your misdeeds, my atrocious incarcerator."
"Really not in the mood to hear some compliments Diaz!" Janna snapped back to the entranced teen, placing the hefty spellbook back on the appropriate shelf, unobservant to a still lit candle precariously placed next to the curtains.


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"Now then, my faithful consort. Your Blood Mistress orders you to pump her full of your unholy seed."

"As you wish my devilish darling." The hypnotized Marco immediately went to work, swiftly impaling his erect member towering directly inside Janna's love tunnel. Janna let out a squeal of excitement: caught completely off-guard by the electrifying euphoria coursing through her spine.
"That's it my mate!" she cried "Fuck your mistress with everything you've got! Don't you dare stop no matter what happens!"
Hearing his mistress' desperate pleas spurred Marco to thrust harder than ever before. The two teenagers continued their frantic copulation, completely ignorant to bright orange spark materializing near the windowsill.

"Can't believe I'm sweating bullets already." Janna panted in disbelief. "We've barely gotten started and it already feels like the whole room is on fire." Catching a quick whiff of the overwhelming scent of smoke quickly drew Janna's attention directly on the blazing curtains.

"Oh CRAP!!! The whole room IS on fire!!" Janna shouted as she raced to douse the flames. A task made far more complicated by Marco's relentless thrusting into her inner walls.
"OKAY Marco, that's enough humping for now. I can't believe I'm saying this, but I kinda got bigger priorities to deal with before sex."
Her orders fell on deaf ears as the transfixed boy continued pounding her pussy.
"But Blood Mistress, you decreed that I must breed with you no matter what happens."
"Note to self: Janna muttered. Never speak figurative commands in front of people under hypnosis."

"Sorry Marco, but the Blood Brood Ceremony will have to wait some other night, you lovable moron."
A single *SNAP* of her fingers was all it took for Marco to cease pistoning and fall into unconsciousness once more. Allowing Janna to spray the blazing curtains with a half empty water bottle she kept by for rehydration purposes, accidentally tripping over the camera tripod down in the mayhem.

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A frazzled Janna stood center frame re-adjusting the camcorder's balance atop the tripod. The flashing orange illumination to her sides and plume of smoke hovering above were plain indications the room was still ablaze.
The frustrated auteur let out a defeated groan at the catastrophe all around her. "My film's been a complete disaster, my room's about to be incinerated, and I didn't even get off once all night! How could tonight possibly get any worse?"
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"Janna sweetie!" an unmistakable voice rang out from the other side of the door. "What's with all that noise you've been making?"
"It's nothing Mom!" Janna called out on the opposite end. "I'm in the middle of filming my own movie."
"Well it'll have to wait until tomorrow young lady, you have school in the morning dear." Janna continued the conversation while desperately fighting the growing inferno.
"Don't worry about it mom, I'm just wrapping up anyway."
"Well, alright dear just keep the volume down until then- ...sweetheart, is it just me or do I smell smoke in your room?"
Sweat began to race down Janna's fear-stricken face. "Oh, that's just the candles I lit up to give the scene proper lighting" the fortuneless girl hastily replied.
"Okay then, be sure to put them all out before going to bed dear." A sigh of relief escaped The firefighting filmaker's lips as she swiped her sweat soaked forehead.
"Oh I almost forgot to ask!" The troubled teen's impromptu interrogation was far from over:
"Just what type of movie are you making honey?
Janna's face immediately went pale.
"Oh y'know, the troubled teen sheepishly retorted. Just some boring artsy independent film." "I don't want to bore you with all these details you wouldn't understand."
"Nonsense sweetie, you don't need to be so modest about your work in front of me." "In fact, I wanna see how much you've achieved so far."
The doorknob suddenly began twist, much to Janna's horror. "NO NO NO NO!" Don't come in just ye..."
"Ohhh my aching head." An distinct voice softly rang out from the floor burning bedroom.
"Oh crap!" Janna sweared to herself. "Not now!"
"JANNA?! Marco exclaimed. "What the heck's going on here? Why's your room on fire?  And why AM I NOT DECENT?!"

"Chickenbutt... Chickenbutt... CHICKENBUTT!!!"

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"So... yeeeeeeah." Janna nervously addressed. "This is pretty much what I've got to work with here.

The ghoulish girl had just finished showing the humiliating recordings of her botched masterpiece on her desktop while sat down on a singed swivel chair to her mortified co-actor.

"Even though Night of a Hundred Screams' initial shooting may have been a complete and total disaster by every meaning of the word, I think we can salvage pièce de résistance." The undeterred director exulted. "A couple reshoots here, and few script changes there, and a new setting for privacy; and we'll be back on track in no time!"
"So what do you say Marco old pal? Ya ready to get back to filming with Echo Creek's soon to be greatest director?"

Marco's mouth hung slack-jawed and eyes practically bulged out of their skulls in reaction to the events he had just witnessed. His flustered mind struggling to even comprehend the revelation that he and his friend/stalker had been intimate together - let alone onscreen.
After what seemed like never ending moment of awkwardness, a shrill irate voice finally shattered the silence in the room.

"JANNA, GET OUTTA TOWN!!!!!"

"Soooooo, I'll take that as a thumbs up then?"