0 comments/ 50521 views/ 9 favorites A Haunted House By: the_black_male Kierra looked around. She didn't see anything wrong with the mummy mannequin. Her supervisor Leanna had told her that Chad, one of the other assistant managers, had mentioned to her, before his shift was over that the mummy mannequin was malfunctioning. Typical Chad, Kierra thought to herself he doesn't ever take the initiative to do some things himself. "He doesn't raise his arms," Leanna explained to her, as she sent Kierra off. Kierra sucked in her breath and trudged off. She shook her head in disgust. Why hadn't Chad fixed the damn thing, she thought, as she made her way to the haunted house. It was people like Chad that made the job harder, Kierra continued. Working at the haunted house had been the suggestion of one of the other cheerleaders, when Kierra had asked about a possible job, which could be easy, fun and give her some decent hours. Several other cheerleaders had given her some other places. However Kierra went with the first suggestion and applied at the haunted house and was quickly hired. The money was decent, a bit better than what she had initially thought. Kierra was a varsity cheerleader, from one of the small local universities. While few would debate her beauty, Kierra was not typical cheerleader size nor height. Kierra was the shortest cheerleader on the university's varsity squad. Cappuccino colored skin, long black hair with a set of almond-colored eyes, that sparkled when the light hit then just right, made her eyecandy on and off the field. Not to mention, Kierra was thick, thicker than all of the other cheerleaders. Her bust was bigger; Kierra bordered on a "DD"- cup. She had wider hips and a plumper ass. Her cheerleading outfit fit her all too well. Kierra often thought that the other cheerleaders were envious of her. Thus far her co-workers, most of whom were area high school kids, were also lackadaisical and noncommittal to their jobs. While the job was somewhat easy, it was not always fun. Scared little kids routinely lost their lunch going through the haunted house. Of course since Kierra was the one of the last ones hired, she got the unfortunate duty of on-call person aka "jack-of-all trades", which included clean-up. Lance was the other "new hire". When he was there, Lance made the job fun. He was also easy on the eyes- about 5'10, 185 lbs, slim, but toned. His brown skin reminded Kierra of hot chocolate and she loved to drink him in every time she saw him. Lance's green eyes added to his boyish good looks. Lance often joked with her. At times he would give her a friendly hug and Kierra would wish they could stay like that. She felt like she belonged in his arms. Using her "channels," Kierra had found out that Lance was a senior at a local high school. He played soccer. Lance had told her, that he was single and waiting for the right girl. He had discussed with Kierra his ideas about "the right girl." Kierra had her own ideas about the right girl. Today was Halloween and the staff was expecting a flood of costumed partiers. The whole staff was dressed up. Everyone had dressed up like their favorite movie monster, actor, etc. Kierra was dressed up as a red devil. "I'm the right one," Kierra whispered to herself, as she looked over the mannequin. Not seeing any loose wires or possible reason for the manikin not moving, Kierra knew she would have to head into the building. Cautiously, Kierra pushed opened one of the "secret doors"; a side entrance into the "haunted house". There were three "secret doors" into the haunted house. These were for the staff to enter into the house to fix or control the house and its fixtures, without visitors knowing of their presence. The interior of the house was dark, as usual. Haunting music filtered throughout the house. Kierra easily slid behind several of the monsters in the house. She avoided the laser beam that would cause the animatronics monster to become active. Kierra was searching for the panel box that controlled the mummy. She had hoped that someone had left the stepladder in the building, preferably near the panel box. She would need it to reach the panel box. Kierra reminisced back to when she had first worked with Lance. He had questioned her about being cheerleader. "You're real short for a cheerleader," he had joked. "Might be," Kierra had shot back. She rolled her eyes. "But I'm the cutest one they've got." Lance nodded in agreement with Kierra's statement. He smiled coyly, as he took in Kierra's body. Kierra had selected the red devil costume, because she thought that she looked sexy in it. Not to mention she wanted to get Lance's attention. The costume accentuated the healthy curves that Kierra possessed. The costume consisted of a tight, red dress, that bared her thighs and exposed nearly all of her breasts. A small, red, pleather "tail" extended from the rear of dress, barely touched the ground. A pair of plastic horns adorned Kierra's head. To complete the outfit, Kierra also wore a pair of red pumps and garters. She had received many compliments from her co-workers. Lance was noticeably absent. Kierra hadn't seen him since she came on shift. Kierra knew he was supposed to working tonight, because she had checked the schedule herself. She was disappointed. As Kierra made her way through the house, a fleeting shadow appeared in the corner of her eye. She turned toward the movement, but saw nothing. Kierra dismissed it as the lights in the building playing tricks on her eyes. Kierra finally made her way to the first floor panel box. Standing on her tip-toes, she popped open the box, and peered inside. To her dismay, the control for the mummy was not in this box. Kierra silently cursed to herself. She knew she would have to head upstairs to the other box. Another movement caused Kierra to spin around. She scanned the room. Kierra knew she wasn't crazy, something definitely moved in the room. "Ya'll need to stop playing," Kierra said aloud nervously. She figured one of the others was playing games- trying to scare her. Kierra stood still for a moment listening for any extra sound, outside of the music and the fleeting voices of visitors in other parts of the haunted house. Her coworkers had scared her twice before. Kierra didn't find it funny then and she sure as hell was finding it funny now. While Kierra wasn't ordinarily scared of the haunted house, somehow being out here in it, alone was unnerving. I feel like one of those dumb, white bitches from the Friday the 13th movies, Kierra thought to herself. Again she looked around. "Waiting for Jason to get me with his machete," Kierra joked to herself. "I just won't fall when I run." The music that resonated throughout the house, just added the overall spookiness of the house. Every sound and movement seemed to be amplified. Shadows seemed to loom larger. The slightest movement of any of the animated monsters caused Kierra to jump. She quickly climbed the stairwell, trying to avoid the trip beams that would trigger the various monsters that would pop out of the wall along, the stairwell. Kierra didn't want any of the monsters to be active. Kierra picked up her pace, she wanted to be out of the house and quickly. Finally she reached the control room. Looking around, Kierra spotted the control panel for the "outside monsters." Kierra flicked on one set of lights in the room, hoping to drive away many of the shadows. She looked for something to stand on in order to operate it better. Suddenly the lights in the small room went off, plunging the room into darkness. Kierra screamed. "Fuck you guys," Kierra shouted. She spun around in the darkness. "Cut the lights on!" An arm slithered around her waist and another across her breasts. "Sshhh," came a voice in her ear. Her earlobe was drawn into a warm, wet mouth. Kierra squealed and shifted. She pushed herself and her attacker back into the wall. They both hit the wall hard, but the arms held firm. "Let me go!" "Nope," came the smooth voice. "I've waited a long time to get you all alone, by myself." There was something about her attacker's voice, that was familiar. Kierra's attacker drew her earlobe into his mouth again, caressing it with his tongue. Then his lips gently kissed their way down her neck. His hand slipped inside her costume and began massaging her breasts. Whoever he was Kierra thought he knows my body. The kisses he was planting on her neck were chasing away her fears and loosing her inhibitions. Kierra's struggles slackened. She felt her attacker's hand start massaging the nipples of her breasts. The Victoria's Secret bra Kierra had worn today only gave him easier access. He squeezed, rubbed and pulled on her nipples until they got hard, all the while tracing patterns on her neck with his tongue. Then he slowly moved his hand down past her stomach, hovering over her increasingly wet pussy, to her thigh. He began to stroke her thigh. Shit, Kierra thought if he keeps this up, he might get raped up in here. "Do you like this," he whispered in her ear. "I still need the right girl." Kierra nodded her head, barely able to stifle a moan. He unhooked her bra, freeing her breasts from its confines. Kierra helped him by pulling her bra off the rest of the way. She slipped it into his hand. "I knew you'd like this." "Yeah, Kierra breathed. She could feel her captor's fingers working their way up her thigh to her pussy. Kierra trembled. A whiff of her captor's cologne, sparked something in Kierra's mind. He easily slid her thong aside and inserted two of his fingers. With his thumb, he began to massage her clit. Kierra trembled, as he began to tease her clit. His tongue was magical. It traced patterns on her neck, raising goosebumps on her arms. His fingers plunged in and out if her pussy causing Kierra's pussy to grow wetter. Her captor ground his crotch into Kierra's ass. He held her tighter. Kierra could feel his dick through his pants. She began to grind her ass back on his dick. A breathy moan escaped her lips. "Damn" was the only response the stranger could muster. He slid down and began placing kisses on her ass. Kierra hiked up her dress, baring her ass. His tongue guided itself down the crack of her ass. "Oohh gawd," Kierra moaned. No man had ever kissed her ass. This man was licking it!. He was doubling her pleasure- the tongue in her ass was ecstasy and the fingers in her pussy were doing wonders. Kierra wanted to taste his dick badly. She spun around, unzipped his pants and pulled out her prize. Even though she could not see it, Kierra could feel the dick. It was long and thick. Kierra lowered her mouth on it. "Damn!" Kierra began sucking her captor's dick in earnest. She could feel his hands on the back of her head guiding it. Kierra tried to swallow his whole dick, but the size of it, nearly choked her. "Lance," Kierra whispered. Something in the back of her mind told her who it was. Lance brought Kierra to her feet. He lifted her up in his arms. Lance placed a finger on her lips, silencing her. He slid her down on his dick. Then the couple leaned back against the wall. Kierra wrapped her arms around Lance's neck. Kierra screamed in pleasure as he pushed his dick up into her pussy. This was what Kierra had often hoped when she and Lance had hugged. Lance started pushing his dick into her pussy. He started off slow at first, then he began to thrust harder. Lance looked at Kierra's bouncing breasts. Kierra locked her fingers behind Lance's neck. She plunged herself down on Lance's dick. Kierra was determined to put "it" on him. She wanted Lance to remember this night. Lance was going to be hers by the time this night was over Kierra thought to herself. "Come' on baby," Kierra moaned, urging Lance on. "Give it to me." Somewhere in the back of her mind, Kierra hoped no one would catch them. Kierra's breasts bounced up and down, as Lance plunged hard into her pussy. Kierra let out a low moan, as she coated Lance's dick with her essence. Lance stared hard into Kierra's eyes. He knew he was close to cumming. He was glad that Kierra had came first. Lance pushed her back into wall, determined to bury his dick as far up into her pussy as possible. He jerked hard as he came, flooding her pussy with his seed. Kierra could feel Lance's cum spurting up into pussy. She held onto him as he came. She kissed him on the lips. Each tremor or ecstasy felt like a small earthquake. Neither of them spoke for a few moments. Kierra still had her fingers locked behind Lance's head. Lance looked into her eyes. "Trick or treat," Lance ventured. "I'll be your treat and you can be my trick," Kierra smiled. A Haunted House Tammy shivered in the coolness of the night. The line seemed to stretch for eternity. "How many miles is it?" she complained. Frank looked at her, "Well, if you didn't have that ridiculous tube top on, you wouldn't cold. Amy's tits are as big as yours but she covers herself up." Joe's eyes ran up and down her outfit. "He's right, "Joe sad, "You gotta be a slut on Halloween, huh? It's tradition!" "I dress how I want!" Tammy said, "Anyway, Amy's prude." "Am not!" Amy said. She had on long sleeves, a jacket, long pants, and looked warm and comfortable, if a bit poofy. The rest of the females in line were dressed similar to Tammy. Tammy wasn't the only one with a miniskirt, some nylons, boots, and a tube top showing plenty of the tops her big breasts. Yet, she was not showing as much skin as some other girls. All of them were shivering. The two girls in front of the small group nodded at Tammy in sympathy, freezing themselves. "Anyway, why this haunted house? There are other ones," Tammy asked. "This one is supposed to be super-intense. It's brand-new this year," Frank replied, "It's also 18 and older, supposed to have serious nudity, violence, and some mad-scary shit. It will.... Freak.... You.... Out.... Man!!!!" Joe laughed and they high-fived. Amy rolled her eyes. "So, tits are supposed to scare me?" Tammy asked, "Maybe if they're your mom's." Amy laughed. Joe pointed at Frank and slapped his arm. "Don't take that shit, son!" he cried. "Whatev, at least my mom didn't drop me on my head a hundred times as a kid." "Weak," Tammy replied. The line continued to shuffle. Warning sighs appeared on the brick wall of the old factory. An ambulance crew was stationed under a pop-up tent in the main parking lot. Word trickled back down the line that there were two crews, but one took a heart patient to St. John's 20 minutes ago. "Amazing things come down the grapevine," Joe noted, unimpressed. Twenty people stood between them and the door and a guy masked as Jason handed them waivers. "Never signed a waiver before," Frank said. "Huh, I guess they're serious," Joe replied, "Hey, fella, what's this all about?" Jason stood silently and pointed at the signature section. They all signed. Amy was the only one to glance at the paperwork. "Extreme costumes, excessive violence, sexual humiliation, animal sacrifice, groups entering together may not exit together.... What did we get into?" Frank laughed, "C'mon, it's a haunted house, whatever." They shuffled forward. Everyone quieted down the last few minutes. The door loomed dark and near. The jocular attitude around them went somber as well. People were quiet, now able to hear a scream or two coming from inside the building. They did not sound like happy, fun screams to Tammy. Amy looked at her, concern in her eyes. Tammy shrugged. It was fun, they'd be okay. Tammy felt her heart climb up in her throat as they paid their money and walked over the threshold. They were in a large room, weak red light filtering out from bulbs in the ceiling. "Hello," a short , old woman whispered, "Please do be careful ahead. You may not make it out whole." Frank laughed, "We'll be okay, auntie," he said, full of confidence. They shuffled through the door. Suddenly, no one wanted to be first. Haze and cobwebs obstructed their view down the narrow hall. Tammy readied herself for anything, hanging on to Amy. Frank and Joe were wedged together, protected in their tight group. A light turned on to their left. It was a butcher's room, stainless steel counters and table. Red blood dripped everywhere. The smell of iron drifted in from behind the separating metal bars. The butcher, a big man with a mask grabbed what looked like a squirming mouse, held it down, and chopped its head off with a cleaver. They saw a mist of blood spray from the mouse's neck. The light went out. "HOLY SHIT!" Amy cred out. "Woah!" said Frank, "Great special effects." Tammy felt sick to her stomach. She thought the mouse looked awfully real. "I want to go," Amy said, "That was fucked up." "It was the first thing, relax," Joe said, "Let's see what else they got." A gloomy room light up to their right. They looked in. Wax figures that looked very human were in various modes of torture. They were dressed in U.S. military fatigues and the scene evoked Vietnam. One man had bamboo driven under his fingernails, another had a cage of rats on the top of his head. The rats were real, the man was not. Another was frozen in agony, in the middle of being beaten by bamboo canes. Others were eviscerated, entrails hanging. One man, an actor, was crawling on the ground, moaning, shiny blood running down the stump of his elbow. The rest of his arm was on the chair next to him. The light clicked off. "Damn! They must have had to find an amputee to play that part. Awesome!" Joe said. Amy screamed. Frank and Joe cried out. Tammy suddenly felt small things rain down on her. She brushed at her hair and felt the plastic spiders and sticky worms that were dumped on them. Suddenly, there was breathing in her ear. "We will get you!" the voice menaced. A hand grabbed at her ankle and let go as soon as she kicked. "SOMEONE'S WITH US!" She cried out. She looked behind her, no one was there. Whoever it was, he was fast. The group ground to a halt, picked at themselves, pulled out toys on their hair and clothes. Frank started moving again. Everyone stayed closer this time. A light went on to the left. A huge skull of a cow loomed at them. It was the size of a big couch. A loud, growl sounded and the skull came out of its recess and moved for them. Everyone ducked, and it swung over their heads, its long neck serpentining from the wall. It pulled back and the light went off. "What if you didn't duck?" Joe asked. The next stop was even more unsettling. The light went on, a woman was chained naked, facing away, with what looked like a gag in her mouth. Her ass and back were marked with red streaks, dripping blood. A man with a whip and a hood pointed at Tammy, then lashed the woman with the whip. Her body bucked and she let out a muffled cry. A fresh red line appeared on her back. The light went off. "Nudity! Awesome!" said Frank. "They must dip that whip in a bucket to get the marks," Joe commented. Both girls were revolted, insulted, and unhappy. "Can we leave? It says we can leave at any time by shouting 'Uncle,' and I think I want to do that," said Amy. Tammy agreed. "A little further!" The light came on in the hallway. A girl was running at them, panic on her face. "RUN! GET OUT OF HERE!" She screamed, "THEY'LL GET YOU! GET OUT OF THE HOUSE!" A man followed behind her, grabbed her and threw her over his shoulder. She was screaming, crying, pounding on his back as he stepped through a well-hidden doorway. With a slam, they were gone. "Jesus," Joe said, "That was some good acting." "This is getting weird, I don't like it," Amy said, "Let's just bail out and go drink or something." "You're scared, right?" said Frank, "That's the point. We're all kinda scared. It's better than some crap kids' place, right?" They climbed a set of stairs and found themselves in a well-lit room. Comfy chairs were arranged in a circle and elevator music played softly. A tray of cookies was set out on a table in the middle of the room. A sign on the door at the far end of the wall said, "Lead group is close, please wait." They barely sat down before the door opened a crack. A hand flipped the sign. The door creaked shut. "Caution: Depicted ahead are excessive perversities. Anyone of weak constitution or with heart problems can leave immediately," Frank read aloud, "Let's go check out some perversities." Tammy frowned. She wanted to stay in the room. She felt safe. They pushed through the doorway. Another light popped on. Everyone gasped at the same time. "Isn't that the girl who was just running away downstairs?" Joe asked. Inside a large clear plastic tube was the girl. She was banging at the plastic in slow-motion, sheer agony on her face. Her hits were weak, the water completely filling the tube slowing down her punches. She screamed at them, air bubbles escaping her mouth. She started to thrash as the lights went out. Everyone stood for a second. "Should we go see if she needs help?" Frank asked, his voice cracking with concern. Before anyone could respond, the light went on behind them. A man was tied to a hook in the ceiling. Tammy looked closer. She screamed. The hook was threaded through the man's wrists. He hung limp, but she could tell it was an actual person, his chest rising and falling with breath. Two metal tubes were underneath him, pointing up. The four waited in horror, wondering what they would see. The jets lit from a pilot light and the man's body began writhing in the two cones of fire. The jets cut off as the lights did. "Okay, I'm done," Amy said, "UNCLE! UNNNNCLLLLLLE!" They waited only a few seconds. A hooded figure appeared and beckoned. Amy walked toward him. "It smells like pork all of a sudden," Frank commented. The lights cut out. A door opened and the four saw a room at the end of the hallway, glowing pleasantly. Tammy could make out people talking, laughing. They headed towards the room, Amy nearly running. "Woah, wait up, Amy!" Frank said. He sped up and Joe quickly followed. Tammy was following behind when an arm grabbed her. A large hand covered her mouth and she tried to call out, but they didn't hear her. She struggled as she wrapped in a powerful arm and forced into a small doorway. The room was pitch-black and she felt the hand come off her mouth. She inhaled to scream as a hand snapped across her face, slapping her hard. Dazed, her breathe lost a second, she felt a gag slipped over her mouth. "Shut up," a female voice said, "Just shut up and we won't hurt you too much." Tammy's hands were wrenched behind her back. She felt a rope slide around her wrists. She panicked and struggled out of the bonds. Another slap to her face stopped her from moving and she tried to not cry. Hopefully, she though, they'll notice I'm not with them. Then she realized the part from the waivers that said parties may not leave at the same time. She prayed they'd forget, but Amy had a good memory, was completely sober, and would remind the boys. This place was creepy enough that they'd not return anyway. Tammy hoped she was just being teased and nothing would happen to her, not like the actors who seemed so real. "Good, calm down," the female voice said again. A hood was slipped over Tammy's head, over the gag in her mouth. She was not claustrophobic but she fought off the feeling of helplessness. She was getting her money's worth being scared out of her mind. She was pushed forward and heard a door creak open, then slam. The woman, whose voice sounded young, shoved her to a spot and held her still. She heard a lightbulb click. She could see diffused light through the hood. There was the sound of people stumbling to a halt in front of her. "Woah," a male's voice said, "Look at that!" The woman behind her yanked her tube top off her tits and down to her stomach. Tammy flailed, trying in vain to cover herself in front of the strangers. Her hands were kept in check by the woman next to her, who pulled down on Tammy's wrists. Tammy stopped moving, not wanting to fall over. She could hear smiles break out on the voices of the group. She was enraged to be exploited like this, her tits out for everyone to see. The light clicked off of a second. The voices grew quieter s they debated her and her role of sexual humiliation. One girl asked how it was scary? Another girl asked her if she wanted to be the one in the hood. The group moved on. Hearing blood pound in her ears, Tammy vowed violence and lawsuits to everyone involved. She was livid. "See, girl? That wasn't too hard. They'll never know who you are," the woman's voice murmured into Tammy's ear. Tammy's tube top still hung around her stomach. Another group shuffled down the darkened hall a minute later. Squeaky voices floated towards Tammy. One boy called the other a fag for playing pokemon. Another laughed. *click* "HOLY SHIT!" one voice said. "Hello, boys," the voice over Tammy's shoulder said, "A little young to be in here?" "No!" one guy called out, a little too defensively. "They let us in, we check out," another said, "Is that a real person or a mannequin?" "Reach in and find out," the woman's voice cooed. Tammy kept absolutely still, hoping the boys would decide it was a trick in this fucked-up haunted house. She held her breath. "I dunno, Jimmy, all the stuff we've seen? You could lose an arm or something." Tammy rooted for Jimmy, or whoever, to listen to the voice. "Fuck that, I'm not gonna pass this up." She felt a finger jab her stomach. Then she felt the palm of a hand. Next thing she knew, the boys were climbing over each other to touch her. Hands covered the front of her chest, roughly squeezing her tits, touching her nipples, slapping and groping her stomach. The woman behind her pushed her forward and she nearly fell into the bars between the room and the hallway. Tammy furiously worked her hands, trying to get away from the laughing, screaming boys who were roughing her up. The woman behind her yanked her skirt and thong down her to her knees. Hands dove between her legs, rubbing at her pussy. Someone reached around and tried to squeeze her ass. Tammy thrashed and fought, but the woman applied pressure on her arms by pulling down on the rope at her wrists. Tammy stood still, taking the abuse. She heard the light click off and she was pulled away from the boys. One finger pulled in her nipple, trying to keep her close. "Fuck, I got blue balls," one said. The others laughed and clapped. A light further down the hall clicked on. They didn't leave, hoping for another glance. Tammy felt, rather then heard, a big shape loom behind them. "Go," a deep voice rumbled. The kids screamed and moved away quickly. "You squirm like that again and I'll let them fuck you, understand me?" the woman stated. Tammy, miserable, crying, feeling snot on her face over the gag, nodded. This was the stuff of movies. She decided to wait patiently until she woke up. *click* "Oh, now that's fucked up," a girl's voice said. "No way. HOT!" a guy said, "Here, lemme take a picture." The clicking sound of an Iphone filled the air. Tammy's captor obligingly turned her all angles so the guy could get different shots. "I dare you to touch her," he said. Tammy heard the girl snort. "No, she's not allowed to be touched, dumbass. Anyway, you're perverted." "You may touch," the woman holding Tammy said. She marched Tammy towards the bars again. Tammy felt two hands, light as feathers, caress the skin between her tits. The hands ran down to her stomach, over her thighs, and back up to her tits. The soft hands lifted each breast, fingers ran circles on her nipples, and Tammy felt herself react. The stranger gave her soft tits one last squeeze and pulled away. "Happy?" the woman in the hall asked. "Yes. More fodder for the spank bank," the guy replied. "Sick bastard," the girl said, laughing. They continued on down the hall as the light cut out. Tammy, terrified, was suddenly turned on by what happened. She couldn't believe she was reacting the way she was. She'd never been touched by a woman and it was gentle. She fought to clear her mind, but the horror of the situation added to her arousal. The light clicked on. Silence came from the other side. "Just you?" the woman holding her asked. "Yes," a man's voice responded. "Did you start alone?" the woman asked. "No," the man's voice sounded rugged, confident, "Everyone else panicked after the first floor. I don't know how real some of this is but I'm going to see it out." "Good thing, too," the woman said, "Because we have a reward for you. This is my pet. She does anything I want. Would you like to fuck her?" Tammy's mouth went dry. She was about to be raped. She struggled and tried to run. The woman had an unbreakable hold on her and dragged her to the ground. "Stop," the woman hissed, "If you do this, we'll let you go. If not, you will end up very hurt. He's good-looking. I don't want to have you end up like any others." Tammy sobbed into her gag. "Uhhh, she doesn't seem like she wants to obey you," the man said, voice full of concern. "She does. She's just being... difficult. She's testing me." Tammy was hauled to her feet and walked backwards into the bars. Her hands were swiftly untied and handcuffed (where'd the handcuffs come from, she thought) to the bars. She was facing away from the man. Dear God, she prayed, don't let me get raped. Please don't let me get raped. She cried under the hood. The woman's voice talked sweetly, quietly by her left hip. She heard a zipper get pulled. The man sighed quietly and wet slurping noises filled the air. The woman was sucking his dick? Tammy realized she could very well die if she didn't just wait for it to be over. The woman was clearly insane. Tammy waited, her arms chained, her top around her waist and her skirt and underwear at her ankles. She felt the woman kneel between her legs. She almost jerked away when she felt the woman's tongue slide up and down her pussy lips. Tammy pressed her thighs together, denying the woman access to her pussy. The woman's hands went to Tammy's feet and her nails dug into Tammy's insteps. The pain was exquisite. Tammy spread her feet, anything to escape the pain, and the woman's head went back between her thighs. She felt kisses, licks, and sucks work their way up to her clit. The woman was softer, more polished at eating her out then any guy had ever been. Tammy fought to keep her body from warming up. The woman's hands pushed Tammy's hips backwards and her ass made contact with the metal bars. The man reached through and took her hips, pulling them against him. He inched her a half-step to the left, looking for a gap in the bars for his cock. Tammy imagined herself in another place. She was sitting in the sunlight on her porch, reading a book. She was anywhere but here, feeling a stranger's cock wiggle its way into her pussy. She was surprised and ashamed at how slick she was and how easy it was for him to enter her. He pulled out and slid in, deeper this time. She felt his lower abs and balls make contact against her back and ass. The woman kept licking her clit. Tammy was torn between hell on earth and incredible pleasure. She was held against her will, two people having sex with her, and she was blindfolded and cuffed. The man picked up the pace and started to fuck her in earnest. One of his hands came off her hips and lightly caressed her nipple. She half-moaned and half-wept under the hood. Deep in her belly and between her legs, a fire started smoldering. I will kill myself if I cum, she thought. I may kill myself after this anyway, if they ever let me go. She didn't need to worry about her first deal with herself. The man squeezed her tit roughly, grunted, and shuddered against the bars. He pulled out and she heard a glob of cum splatter on the floor. "Wow," he breathed heavily, "Greatest haunted house ever. Say, you don't mind cleaning this up, do you?" The woman laughed. Tammy felt her move to the left and heard more sucking noises. The woman was actually licking Tammy's juices off the man's dick. He gave Tammy's ass a friendly pat. "Thanks, pet. Better then my wife," he said and headed down the hall. The woman worked the keys on Tammy's handcuffs. "I will allow you to live. People have died here, see, and we keep moving around the U.S. We make a TON of money, you know? Anyway, consider yourself lucky. We could have someone fucking your dead mouth if we wanted." A Haunted House Tammy, frozen, said nothing. "And don't tell the police. Well, you can, but we have a copy of your ID and all the info you gave us for our waivers. We'll come take care of you, maybe bring you on as a traveler. That wouldn't be fun." The second handcuff came free. Tammy swung in the sound of the womans' voice with all her might. Her hands exploded in pain as she smashed the woman's head with both fists. She heard the woman go down on the ground. Tammy felt the woman with her foot, and kicked as hard as she could. She welcomed the satisfying crack of the woman's ribs. The woman cried out, gasping for air. Tammy tore the mask off and worked to undo her gag, getting three more kicks in. Her toes were smashed from the unprotected impacts but she didn't stop. Enraged, she lifted her knee to her chest and stomped her heel into the woman's abdomen. A soft popping noise, followed by a scream, came from the woman's body. The tiny heel punctured her skin and was in her stomach. Tammy pushed down, grinding her heel into the woman's torso. "Too bad there are nothing but screams here," she cried out, sobbing. She had never inflicted injury on another human being. The woman's hands feebly pawed at her ankle. Tammy leaned over and punched her in the face. Her knuckles flared with pain as they made contact with the woman's mouth. She heard the brittle rattling of teeth being knocked out. The woman slumped, passed out. Tammy bent over and hiked her underwear and skirt up. She wiped away cum dripping from her pussy. She pulled her tube top up over her breasts and fixed herself. She wondered if the woman was going to die. Blood poured from her stomach and oozed out her mouth. Her body spasmed as she choked on some of it. Red bubbles popped from between her lips. A group of men came up the hallway. "What the fuck? This is messed up," one of them said. Tammy smiled sweetly. She noticed the bars were really a large gate. "Ever seen the movie Crash with James Spader?" she asked. She pulled the pin that locked the gate off it's hinge. A few guys nodded. "They have sex with people who are injured because it's hot, right? Here's your chance." Tammy pulled the dying woman's pants down her legs and kicked her over to the men. She pulled the pin locking the gate up over its hinge and allowed the door to swing open. "It's okay, she's an actress," Tammy said calmly, "The best one we got. Have fun!" She turned and walked towards the green glowing EXIT sign. She stepped out into the cool night air as the men were piling into the room, tearing clothes of the dying woman. Tammy would wait 20 minutes, then go talk to the two uniformed police officers parked across the street. A Haunted House To Remember Halloween was always fun for me. I liked getting dressed up and seeing what kind of interesting costumes other people had. I can remember some interesting ones, including one particular mummy when I was a kid. I went on a date with her and she had a little trouble with the rain on the way home. That probably shaped my appreciation for costumes a lot. Now I celebrate by assisting as Dracula in a haunted house. It's a lot of work, but it's also a lot of fun. This year it was more fun than usual. The haunted house is inside a large warehouse building. There are hidden corridors for the workers to get around and to allow emergency access to all parts. The section I am in follows a tight maze with all kinds of rubber hands sticking out and strings for spider webs. The last thing before they come out is a small "star room" which has the ceiling of the two foot wide walled path illuminated as if you were outside. While mundane, it was an addition I had put in a few years back. It successfully ruins the night vision that the guests have built up as they worked through the dark maze. Now when they come out of the maze into my area, they are greeted with a large dark room. The only thing they can see is several sets of muted Christmas lights that are "traveling" toward the entry to the next section, the tunnel. The tunnel is just over two feet on a side and about ten feet long. The floor slopes up and the ceiling and walls down to the entry so that you end up walking crouched at first and then finally on hands and knees to enter the tunnel. Half way through the tunnel you are shocked into reality by a live monster trying to grab you from within his grave. Of course you are crawling across a clear Plexiglas window, but that doesn't stop many from bouncing off the padded roof. While the guests are stacked up waiting to get into the tunnel I am free to select my victim and strike. I have learned that the more frightened ones hang to the back of the groups, which pass through every four or five minutes. I hear the lightning of at the midpoint of the maze, letting me know the next group is coming. I slip back onto my waiting room, a pleasant chamber with a red light and a chair, so I can rest without losing my night vision. I take a sip of water and listen for my victims. Thumping and bumping and giggling tells me they are coming out. I wait for them to come by and then step out behind them. The last in line is a slim girl with a waist length brown ponytail, gripping a guy's arm like a vice. She would be a good target, but I can tell the way the guy is trying to look around he is as scared as she is, waiting for the next fright to hit them. She had on a short denim skirt and a white turtleneck, which made them easy to see, even in the darkness. I spread my cape and stepped close behind, breathing hotly on their necks. I let my cape touch their shoulders before I utter my favorite line. "Ahhhh fresh young necks to suck!" I hiss. This is usually when things come unglued. I have had women literally wet themselves, and in one case, the mom took off, bulling her way into the tunnel, leaving her two kids screaming behind her. Today I scared the guy so bad that he nearly jumped off the ground a foot before throwing his arms out and tossing his girl aside as if she were a rag doll. She bounced off one wall and rebounded into me. I did my best to catch her and the two of us ended up in a pile on the concrete floor while the brave guy took off, forcing himself past the rest of his group and into the tunnel. I could hear him come out the other end and from the sound of it, try to sprint down the hall on the other side. Following like lemurs, the rest of the group took off as fast as it could after him, not wanting to be caught by whatever scared the hell out of him. I was left holding a woozy young lady sprawled on top of me. I did my best to get up and help her up as well. "Are you ok?" I asked her when she put her face up. "I think so." She answered as she tried to stand up, feeling around her in the darkness. "What happened?" "Your friend decided to hit the eject button." I replied as I tried to steady her. "That asshole!" she snapped. "Come on. Let me help you over to a chair." I said as I picked her up and carried her back to my cubbyhole. She didn't feel like she weighed more than a hundred pounds or so, which was no problem for me, having trained as a volunteer firefighter to carry well over two hundred pounds. "Oh a knight in shining armor!" She giggled as I set her in the chair. "Not exactly." I replied. "How come you can see and I can't?" she asked quizzically "Um. I spend all night in here and get used to it. I was the cause of your friends' flight." "OH! You're Dracula?" "Yes maam." I replied as I knelt next to the chair fumbled under it for the penlight I kept handy in case of an emergency. "This is going to be bright." I said as I cupped my fingers over the lens to let just a sliver of light out. I swept it over her eyes to check and make sure both sides were responding. "Do you have a headache or hurt anyplace?" "Just my pride!" she said with a laugh "Doesn't look like anything serious. Do you want me to get the medics anyway?" "No... Just let me sit here a minute and I think I'll be ok." "Ok. You just sit tight while I call things in." "Oh no, please... I'll be fine and I don't want that dick to know what happened to me just yet." "You're sure?" "Yes. I'll be ok in a minute." She said looking a bit better already in the dim red light I have set up in my ready room. We could both hear the next group coming through the maze. "Aren't you supposed to scare someone?" she asked "Yes, but I'll stay here till you feel a bit better." "No. I insist. Go ahead. I want to hear them scream!" "Ok" I said as I pushed back to put my flashlight down and stand up. I leaned down and froze. In my motion to put the flashlight down, my head ended up between her spread knees, and my line of sight was looking straight up her short denim skirt. I wasn't sure if she could see me yet in the darkness, but I could clearly see all the way up to her white panties, which were reflecting the periodic flashes of the Christmas lights shining through the open curtain. I didn't linger long, but it was long enough to clearly make out the shape of the pussy that they were covering. I put down the flashlight and stood up, looking to see if she noticed me looking up her skirt. She didn't seem to, so I turned and headed out to do my job. After creating an appropriate amount of screaming I returned to my ready room to check on my charge. "Well you sure gave them a good scare from the sound of it." She said looking at me. "Looks like you're getting some night vision." "Enough to see how hideous you look. Damn!" "Thanks. I appreciate the compliment." "so how often do you do this?" "Oh, about every five minutes... How are you feeling?" "A lot better. Thanks." "So how about a name?" I asked her. "Oh sorry. I'm Debbie, but you can call me Deb. What do I call you besides Count?" "Mike." "Hi Mike. Thanks for catching me." "Your welcome. Would you like me to lead you back out, or would you like to follow the next group?" "Would you mind if I just sit here a bit longer?" "Don't you think your boyfriend will miss you?" "That dick deserves to worry a while. Especially after what he did to me." She said angrily. "Well, you're welcome to stay longer if you'd like." "Thanks!" she said standing up and giving me a hug. "You're welcome." I answered as I put my arms around her to hold her. She slid back down into the chair as the sound of thunder rattled. The next group was on its way, I turned and walked to the curtained entrance to peek through and pick my next victim. I walked back in after giving the group its expected scare, and froze in my tracks. "So does Dracula suck other things besides necks?" she asked as she sat with her legs spread slightly, her short denim skirt hiked up to her hips and her panties swinging from her finger. "um... yes." I said hesitantly. "Good!" she said as she tossed the panties toward me and bounced them off my chest. "You can have your choice." She continued as she pulled the bottom of her white top up over her tits, exposing them to me while she stood up. She stood in front of the chair and put her hands behind her back. A few seconds later the denim skirt slid down her sleek legs, leaving her naked from the ankles to her neck. "Or you can choose to have all of it." She stepped out of her skirt and stepped over to me. She was on her knees in front of me almost before I knew what to say, her hands busy with my pants. I watched as her warm mouth enveloped my hardening dick. "Oh lord." I groaned as she sucked my already quickly growing dick to full mast. I could see her fingers busy in her pussy as she worked my slick dick. I have no idea how long I stood there before she pulled away and stood up. She stepped back to the chair and pulled me toward her. I knew what she wanted. I knelt between her legs and began to lick and suck her sweet pussy in return. It wasn't too long before that wasn't enough. She pulled my head from between her legs and wrapped her feet around my ass, pulling me toward her. She aimed my dick for her pussy and pulled me into her until I was sliding my dick into her slick pussy. My body took over and did what was natural, and I began to pump in and out of her pussy with abandon, our bodies slapping together while she moaned loudly. I was nearing the point of no return as she tensed, her pussy clamping around my dick. It was enough to send me over the top, causing me to slam deep into her and begin pumping a huge load of juice deep into her pussy. She cried out in pleasure as I squeezed her tits and nipples in time with my spurting dick. I don't know how long went by before we caught our breath and put ourselves back together. "Thank you, that was wonderful... but why?" "I figure a knight in shining armor deserves a reward, even if he is wearing a black cape!" ""I see...You probably have a bunch of makeup on your pussy now." "Good! Then the fuck will know what he missed." "I take it you don't like him too much at the moment." "Given the way he treated me, and how good of a fuck you just gave me, no, I'm not too happy with him. Now, if you don't mind, I'll just follow the next group out." "If that's what you want." "Actually..." she said as she stepped up to me and touched my lips with her fingers. "I'd rather stay her for another fuck, but I probably better go. Here, you keep these." She said as she stuffed her panties into my hand. "Thank you for taking care of me... in more ways than one." She whispered before disappearing out of my room. The rest of the night went quietly, at least as quietly as it can be inside a haunted house. The next evening things were going along just fine until about an hour and a half into the night. I returned after scaring a group to find Deb standing in my ready room, wearing a light colored wrap around dress. "Hey drack... Thought you might be thirsty." She said as she pulled the waist belt loose and let the dress slip from her shoulders. She was standing completely naked except for the pair of flip flops on her feet. "Damn." Was all I could say as she stepped toward me and pulled me into a deep embrace. I could feel the fingers of her one free hand undoing my pants, and then the buttons of my shirt. Her fingers began tracing up and down my bare chest, ending with running up and down the length of my quickly growing dick. She moaned into my mouth as she fingered my hardened dick. "Ohhh yes." She said as she pulled away from me. "That's what I need. Ram that big dick deep into my wet pussy. I've been thinking about this all day!" She said as she pulled me toward the chair. She turned away from me and bent over, sticking her ass out at me while she bent over to hold the chair. I'm not so slow that I didn't know what she wanted. I stepped up behind her and aimed my rigid pole at her exposed pussy, pushing into her as deep as I could go. Deb moaned loudly as I filled her pussy with my pistoning dick, my hands finding her swinging tits. Her moaning increased as I began squeezing her tits and nipples in time with my strokes, finally bringing her to a shuddering climax. I was nearly ready to blow my load when she pulled off my dick and quickly spun around to sit on the chair. Her hands found my balls and dick, aiming it at her open mouth. Her lips closed around my head as she began pumping me with her hands. I moaned loudly as I started spurting. She pulled me from her mouth and aimed my hose at her tits, covering them with stream after stream of my cum. When my dick had reduced to a trickle she sucked me back into her mouth, sucking the last drops from me. She leaned back, releasing me, and rubbing my cum into her tits like lotion. I stood there, trying to catch my breath as I watched her rub her body. Finally she leaned forward and pulled my pants up and helped me button up, all the time remaining totally naked. When she had me back together, she dug into a small bag that she had brought, pulling out a wet wipe. She cleaned my makeup from her face and then proceeded to use more makeup to fix mine. I played with her tits while she touched me up, neither of us saying a word. Finally done she pulled her dress on, gave me a quick peck on the lips, slipped a note into my hand, and disappeared without a word. I was totally dumb founded. I had no idea why she came back the way she did. She didn't tell me much, it was clear she was after a quick fuck. It was certainly nothing I had experienced before. I shook my head as I opened the note in the dim red light. Last thing I needed was someone spreading around what happened in my ready room. 'Thanks for the fun, but it's just beginning. It's all legal so enjoy!' was all the note said. I still didn't understand Deb, and this did little to clear it up. It was time for our mid evening break, so I headed down the service passage, meeting up with Rick, the monster under the tunnel. "Man did you see that gal a couple hours ago?" he asked me. "which one?" "The one in the blue dress. I didn't get much of a look, but I swear she spread her legs on purpose as she crossed over my position, and I'm telling you, she was bare and wet. Hell she looked like she was freshly fucked." "Lucky guy! Wish I got a look like that." I said as we headed to the break room. "I guess next year you're going to be trying to get my spot." "Yeah, right... trapped in that little box? No way!" "Well you're missing some great pussy shots man." "I'll stick with scaring the piss out of them." I laughed. I had a soda and snack, touched up my makeup and headed back to my ready room. I liked to be there a bit early since it took me a while to get my eyes adjusted to the dark. I sat in my chair while the rest of the people got back to their spots and settled into their positions. Finally I heard the lights out bell and waited for darkness. It didn't take long for the first group to head into the maze. I sat and waited for the thunder before I got up to see what I had to work with. The tail end of the group seemed to be a couple girls. I moved in behind them, pulling my cape around them, giving them my line. To my surprise, they both screamed and jumped, causing the group ahead to move faster toward the tunnel. The two girls though, turned and faced me while they waited. They clearly knew I could see them but just as clearly they couldn't see much of me, only the light shining off my face and light colored shirt. One of them pulled up her shirt, and hooked it above her good sized tits while the other pulled up her skirt, showing me a very tiny thong. I think I was more surprised than they were. I stood there and stared at them while the one with bare tits played with them as they backed toward the tunnel. When they couldn't stand up any more the dropped to their knees and headed toward the tunnel, one with her tits hanging out and one with her bare ass showing as her short skirt hung around her waist. Rick was about to get one hell of a show, but I was more confused than ever. I had occasionally seen a flash of panty and on rare occasion bare pussy as the girls headed into the tunnel, but this was unprecedented. The next few groups went as normal, getting a good scare into the group. That changed once again. I stepped out behind the end of the group and scared the couple at the end, getting a satisfying scream. I made sure the group headed into the tunnel and then turned to walk back to my spot. Standing behind me was a cute blond wearing nothing but a pair of fishnet stockings, holding some bunched up material in one hand. She moved toward me and kissed me on the lips quickly, she pulled one hand to one of her tits and held it there while she pulled me toward my ready room. Once there she whispered to me. "Make me cum. We have four groups." "What?" I asked back. "Deb sent me. Here!" she said holding a note out to me. The note simply said. 'Make her cum, but don't fuck her, your reward will be in 4 groups. Be naked under your cape when your reward comes. Deb' Well that was clear. The girl in front of me pulled the note from my hand and pulled my head down to her tit. I sucked one nipple into my mouth and slipped a hand between her legs. Her pussy was sopping wet and my finger easily slipped between her lips and into her tunnel. She moaned and pulled me tighter to her as I worked her clit. She cried out loudly as her orgasm washed over her, but it just mingled with the rest of the screams and cries in the place. I let her relax and held her tight as the next group passed through. She let me go so she could sit down and catch her breath. When the group was all through the tunnel, she slipped out of the ready room and headed to the tunnel. I watched her go through, waiting for the window section and laying flat on it, giving Rick a full view of her tits before she moved to her knees and pushed her sopping pussy against the plastic. Finally she moved the rest of the way down the tunnel and disappeared. I heard the next group coming and retreated to my room. I waited and moved out at the end of the group. Finding the last of the group and moving in to scare them A group of three girls were tightly clumped. I moved spread my cape, making the same moves that I always did. The three shrieked with two of them moving forward, and the third curling up below me. I had this happen many times. All I have to do is hold still and the curled up girl will get up and run with the rest. This one didn't. She stayed curled on the floor. I felt her hand grab my hard dick through my pants, drawing my attention down to her. When she saw she had my attention, she rolled onto her hands and knees and began crawling toward the tunnel. She paused a few feet from me and pulled her knee length skirt up until it was laying on her back. Her whole bare ass was exposed to me as well as her pussy. She leaned down toward the floor and stuck her pussy out at me, waggling her ass. She looked back at me and continued to crawl toward the tunnel, making sure I had a good look at her pussy the whole way. I had no idea what was going on. I hadn't had this much flash in all the years put together. I retreated to my room and waited for the next group. Again I moved out to scare them, selecting the tailing couple. The wife or girlfriend or whatever, screamed and tried to run, dragging her guy with her. Satisfied I turned around and started back to my room to see a lone girl coming out of the maze. She had clearly waited back. When she was sure I saw her, she pulled her t-shirt up, exposing her cute little tits, and then walked up to me. She was wearing heels and hose, a skirt and t-shirt. She sashayed, more than walked, up to me holding her shirt up for me to see her tits. She stopped in front of me and took one of my hands, pulling it to her. She used my hand to lift her skirt and placed my fingers on her wet pussy. She moaned softly as I rubbed her wet pussy lips, stroking her already exposed clit. A Haunted House There was something about this Black Widow. As I was being violently attacked he was kind and gentle. He slowly began to rock his hips causing his cock to gently fuck my now open mouth. I realized that I was no longer crying. I felt my insides begin to tingle from the relentless fucking I was getting. Only in my wildest fantasy would I ever get gang banged like this. But here I was and it was really happening. I felt my toes begin to tingle and realized that I was grinding my hips to meet my attackers thrusts. I began bobbing my head as the Black Widow continued to fuck my mouth. I couldn't stop now if I wanted too. I just hoped and prayed that I wouldn't get hurt and that Richard would understand. Suddenly I felt my body begin to cave in. Moans were escaping my cock filled mouth now as my body began to tremble and shake in orgasm. I began devouring the Black Widow's cock as I suddenly collapsed. The bindings around my wrists were all that kept me from falling to the ground beneath. Suddenly I felt Frankenstein begin to grunt and groan. His rhythm intensified and suddenly he pulled his cock from my twitching trembling pussy. As Dracula continued to fuck my ass and the Black Widow continued to fuck my mouth I felt something warm splashing on my breasts and then my stomach. I realized that Frankenstein was standing before me pulling on his cock and cumming on me. Splash after splash of his hot cum began to drip down my breasts and my stomach. That only turned me on even more. Suddenly I felt the Black Widow's cock begin to swell even more in my mouth. "Oh God" I thought to myself as I realized that this unknown attacker was about to cum in my mouth. I just hoped and prayed that Richard would understand afterwards. Just then I felt the Black Widow push his cock all the way to the back of my throat. I fought to keep from gagging and that's when the first spurt of my attacker's cock bathed my throat with cum. I began to swallow as fast as I could. The dirty thought of being forced to suck this mans cock and then to swallow his cum turned me on to heights never before thought of as imaginable. Before I knew it the Black Widow withdrew his cock from my mouth and began pumping the tail end of his orgasm on my face. If these attackers only knew how much it turns me on to feel cum splattering my naked flesh. The Black Widow finished cumming and began to crawl down the web. I felt Dracula's hands slide up my stomach and cup my breasts. "Oh God" I screamed as he pinched my nipples and pulled on my nipple rings. Dracula continued to pound my ass and pull on my buds as I watched Frankenstein and the Black Widow standing before me. They just stood there watching Dracula fuck my ass and play with my breasts. The flashing strobe light, the loud thumping satanic music, and the chilly foggy air was too much. Dracula slid his hand down and began to caress my clit as he continued to pump my ass. These two other attackers who were standing before me and watching me really began to turn me on. I felt my pussy begin to drip and quiver. I began to pant as I felt the first wave of ecstasy race through my body. My breasts tingled and my pussy began to throb. I could feel this one building deep inside. Dracula's cock fucking my ass, one hand pulling on my nipple, the other rubbing my clit, tied up and forced to fuck these three attackers and having an audience was just too much. I gripped the web with my hands and began to gyrate my hips to meet Dracula's thrusts. The thought of Richard was out of my mind at this moment. I just wanted to cum so badly that I could taste it. I cried out as the first spasm of pleasure raced through my pussy. I began to buck back at Dracula's cock as he continued to slam into me. Dracula began to grunt and groan as my orgasm now controlled my body and soul. I could feel his member swelling even more in my ass. Just then I felt him begin to cum. His grunts told me he was pumping his load deep inside my bowels. I could feel his cum hitting my insides as I stood there helplessly before him. I trembled and shook violently as the assault continued. I thought I was going to pass out from the intense pleasurable feelings I was experiencing. I felt Dracula pull his cock from my ass. I could feel his cum dripping out of my ass hole and down my thigh's. He walked around in front of me and stood with the other two. I felt so degraded as I remained tied to this web in front of these three men. "What are they going to do next" I wondered as I felt more cum begin to drip down my inner thigh's. Before I could even begin to wonder what was next, Dracula and Frankenstein began walking towards me. I watched as they bent down in front of me. They each took an ankle and foot and untied me. My wrists remained tied over my head and I thought that they would untie them next. I was wrong, very wrong. Suddenly and without warning Frankenstein and Dracula took my feet and yanked them out from beneath me. "Arrr..." I screamed as I hung by my wrists. My legs were pulled up in front of me and spread wide. "Oh God" I screamed and I watched the Black Widow begin to walk towards me. "Richard" I screamed out loud as the Black Widow walked between my forced open legs. I could see his rock hard twitching cock in the flashing strobe lights. Looking down I watched him grab his cock and rub it up and down my wet slit. I have never been forced to submit like this before. I felt my legs being forced up a little higher and spread open a little farther. I could feel my cunt open up and form a tunnel for the Black Widow. Suddenly the attack began. Frankenstein and Dracula began pulling on my feet and legs together. I watched as the Black Widow stood in one spot before me. "Oh God..." I screamed out as I was being pulled onto the Black Widow's cock and then pushed back off again. I was actually being forced to fuck the Black Widow. They pulled my legs and swung me back and forth from the web while my pussy continued to impale my attacker's member. I was so turned on because it was almost like role reversal. It was like I was fucking him. They continued to pull and push me back and forth. My eyes were now nearly closed as I stared into the beautiful eyes of the Black Widow. There was something about him that eased my fears and turned me on. He reached up and held my hands as the bindings dug into my wrists. I watched in the flashing lights as he moved his face closer to mine. I could feel him breathing on my hot skin as I was still being forced to fuck him. Suddenly the Black Widow placed his lips upon mine. Instantly my mouth opened to find a warm wet tongue. The Black Widow and I began tongue kissing as my body was still being forced to fuck this handsome spider. Frankenstein and Dracula began to pull and push me harder and harder until I couldn't stand it any more. I felt my insides begin to tremble. My nipples brushed the Black Widow's chest and that set me off. I began t moan and cry out into my attacker's mouth as we continued to kiss. I began to see stars as my body began to shake uncontrollably. Wave after wave of pleasure continued to rage throughout my body. As Frankenstein and Dracula continued to force me to fuck the Black Widow I never knew such intense pleasurable feelings were possible. Suddenly I watched the Black Widow raise his hands up to his face. I have never been so man handled like this before in my life. The chilly foggy air, the satanic music and the flashing strobe lights added to the excitement. As I was still being pulled on and off the Black Widow's cock I couldn't believe what I was about to see. Suddenly he began to pull his mask off. "Oh God" I thought as my attacker was about to reveal himself. As I continued to impale his beautiful cock I watched his mask fall from his face. I couldn't believe my eyes. My senses shot into overload and my skin began to tingle. Suddenly I began to cum like never before. "Oh my Goddd....." I screamed. My eyes were glued to my attacker's beautiful eyes and smile. My toes curled and my pussy began to convulse in the most powerful orgasm of my life. As I stared at my attacker I watched him mouth "Happy Birthday." I smiled as I continued to cum as I hung from his web. As I continued to stare into the soul of my attacker I watched him mouth "I Love You" to me. Instantly I mouthed "I Love You Too" back at him. I felt myself coming down from my orgasm when I watched my attacker mouth another sentence to me. I wasn't sure what he said so I just stared at him. Again he mouthed "Will You Marry Me." I began to tremble again as I somehow began to cum as I was still being forced to fuck his beautiful cock. My eyes closed as I mouthed "Yes Richard I Will Marry You." I began to tremble and shake and I realized that Richard untied my left wrist. I opened my eyes to watch him place the most beautiful diamond ring on my ring finger. The flashing strobe lights caused the ring to sparkle magnificently. As he slipped the ring on my finger I began to cum again. Richard now began to support me as only one wrist was still restrained. He began to pump me as I wrapped my legs around him. As my orgasm subsided Richard laid his soft lips upon mine and we became lost in a soul searching kiss. Richard untied my other wrist and I stood before him, Frankenstein, and Dracula completely naked except for my heels. Suddenly Frankenstein removed his mask. It was Jacob who was Richard's best friend. Looking over at Dracula as he removed his mask I was surprised to find it was Derek who was Richard's college roommate. Richard knew this was my fantasy and he made it a reality for me. I walked up to Jacob and kissed him lightly on the lips and hugged him. His warm hand cupped my ass as he hugged me back. "Thank You" I whispered into his ear. Next I walked over to Derek and hugged him. "Thank You" I whispered in his ear as I kissed him on his cheek. He too cupped my ass as we hugged briefly. Next I walked over to Richard where he was holding my black leather coat open for me. I looked at my dress and thong laying on the floor as I put my arms through the black leather sleeves. I pulled the coat around my chilly naked body and Richard bent down and picked up my clothes. He tossed my dress to Derek and then my thong to Jacob. "Souvenirs Guys" Richard shouted to them over the music. Derek and Jacob both left out the exit door and Richard and I followed behind them arm in arm. As we walked back out into the haunted house I never felt a rush like I was feeling at the moment. I was completely naked except for my coat and I just had the best sexual experience of my life. We finally made it out of the haunted house and walked out to the car. We drove home and started to celebrate the rest of our lives together. Please send me any and all feedback pertaining to this story. Thank you for your support and please enjoy my other submissions.