In
the Hands of a Molester (My Halloween story)
By Heather ©
Chapter 1
Disclaimer:
If
you don’t like graphic sexual stories, if you are under
18, or if you live in a state where reading this is illegal, then don’t read
this and leave. If it is illegal in your state to possess this literature then
I suggest you leave as well. This is a work of fiction to display fantasy.
My fans often ask me to write about
one of my real fantasies I masturbate to in the privacy of my own bed. So, when
another author dared me to write about something for Halloween, I combined the
two. As most people know, fantasies are rooted in real happenings in their
lives and then they build on them like wish lists. The first part of this story
is true, and the rest of it is what I evolved it into for my own desires.
Notice, I used my name and I hope you enjoy the view into one of my wildest
ever fantasies.
Halloween has always been a scary
night for me. As a kid I had always needed someone around to keep me from
getting too freaked out and was spooked way too easily. There was this one
house in the neighborhood I had always been seriously afraid of
trick-or-treating at because of something that had happened when I was about
ten years old.
All of my closest friends had other
places to be that night, so the girl next door and I went TOT together. I had
dressed up as a genie and my friend, Bonnie, had dressed as a modern witch; a
rather provocative witch. But then again, looking back at it now, the shear top
I had chosen to cover my training bra bikini top and skimpy short shorts, also
covered by the same sheer fabric bottoms, was probably why the man had done
what he had with me first.
Bonnie had always called me Flower,
because my real name is Heather. I don’t think I have to explain it any
further. Back then, TOT was still considered somewhat safe and we kids rarely
were escorted by parents as is done today. Half the fun is feeling terrified at
doing all the things we would never dare do any other time on our own. There
was one particular house that many girls rumored about as the scariest one that
girls could ever go to because the man that lived alone there was considered,
‘one of them’. I never really knew what girls meant by that, but what happened
that Halloween night left me with all sorts of ideas what it could mean.
We had talked all day about whether
we had the guts to go TOT at that guy’s house or not, and Bonnie kept saying
she was brave enough. The one thing we knew for sure was that the man always
gave really good treats, and the rumors had it that some luckier kids got super
treats. If I had a daughter, the first thing I would teach her is why some kids
got special treats over others, and then hope she wouldn’t come home with one
for herself. But it’s better forewarned, than left in the dark.
Anyway, the night we stood in front
of the man’s house for several minutes debating whether two girls alone were
safe enough to knock on his door. Finally, Bonnie grabbed my hand and led the
way. As always, the man was very nice and invited us in as he got a large bowl
full of candy. That year he had small bags of mixed treats to hand out, and he
mentioned that if we wanted to take a walk through his haunted house that we
could each get a large candy bar to go along with the regular treats he was
giving out. After a little coaxing, he got me to go first. He claimed that going
one at a time was the only way he did it so as to enhance our experience.
His haunted house was actually his
basement that he had all decorated with all kinds of props and triggered sound
effects. At the bottom of the stairs was the scariest part of the little bit I
saw before leaving. It was a witch dressed in the typical black garb, hanging
from a noose against the wall. Her sprawling black dress was in tatters at if
torn in some mob action before her hanging. I thought it was odd that half of
the witches top looked like it had been ripped off her, revealing part of a
black bra. It looked so life-like that as I walked by I poked at the body of
the prop. It felt solid like a real body and sent a shiver up my spine over the
realness of the man’s efforts.
I was led into a maze of draped
curtains and when I got to an area that was full of costumes, the man asked me
if I wanted to try on something different than what I had on. I guess he knew
playing dress up is every girls’ weak spot, and I did want to see what I looked
like in one particular princess dress. The man said he would wait on the other
side of the curtain as I changed and left me alone. Just as I was about to take
off my tops, I heard one of the sound effects go off and it spooked the hell out
of me. After a quick scream from me the man came back and I told him I was too
scared and had to leave. He was so nice about it that I considered him my
protector as he led me quickly out of the maze.
Just before the hanging witch at the
bottom of the stairs, he stopped me and made me swear my promised oath that I
would tell no one about what I had seen. He didn’t want me to spoil the thrills
for others and I happily agreed. Then as we continued on, he told me to poke
the belly button of the witch. Being that it was covered, I had to guess where
the belly button would be, but I knew there was some sound effect he wanted me
to set off. I reached out almost too scared to touch the prop, but finally I
gave a quick plunging motion with my finger and the prop came to life. Its body
wriggled around and moaned wildly on the noose it was hanging from and I would
have sworn it was a real girl in there.
I let out an ear-piercing scream and
ran like hell to the top of the stairs and didn’t stop until I saw Bonnie standing
there looking freaked out over my actions. I grabbed onto her as I began
laughing in a mix of hysterical laughter and fright. The man caught up to me
and invited Bonnie to take a turn. I almost told her what had freaked me out so
badly when she began following him, but one look from the man reminded me not
to spoil it for her. I began looking around the room I was in and studying all
the props and decorations. It seemed to take her forever before she came back,
but I knew when she was coming when I heard her shriek at the bottom of the
stairs the same way I had.
When Bonnie did return running back
to me, she was holding something in her hand that turned out to be a stunning
bracelet that the man had given her for making it all the way through the maze.
It was a beautiful bracelet and I wished that I had of earned one myself. The
man asked us our names and then gave us each a full size candy bar along with
his regular treats, and we were on our way.
I often thought about how scary that
night had been to me and as I got wiser I started putting everything together.
By the time I was sixteen, I had realized that the man had probably wanted us
to change clothes so that he could videotape us doing it from behind one of the
walls. Bonnie had never talked about anything that had happened to her other
than the witch, but I always wondered a lot about what else that man got her to
do to earn that bracelet. We had come to the conclusion that the witch had
actually been a real girl acting as the man’s helper to scare kids, and that
left me wondering just how cool it had felt hanging there waiting for kids to
pass by just to scare them.
The next year, no one answered the door; or
for the next several years that I went TOT. In my senior year of high school I
found out why. Or at least the rumor was that he had been caught molesting a
fourteen year old girl and had gone to jail. I had many wild nights after that
in bed all alone. Thinking about how close I had come to being one of his
victims had a deviated attraction to it. I hadn’t gotten felt up for my first
time until I was fifteen and it would be impossible to describe the feeling of
what it was like to any male. I often wondered what a harmless groping from a
total stranger would have done to my fantasies as masturbation became a part of
my nightly ritual. So, as my eighteenth birthday had just passed and Halloween
approached in two weeks, my thoughts turned back to that man and what might
have happened if I knew what he had wanted to do to me when I was ten. Now that
I was of age, becoming promiscuous seemed part of my gift of years.
The more I masturbated over the
obscene scenarios my mind conjured up, the more I knew I was preparing myself
to take one last shot at trick-or-treating; big girl style. I knew that the man
of my sick fantasies was out of jail because kids had seen him in the area
again, and eventually I decided to take a stroll past his house to see if the
man in my fantasies had truly gotten out of jail yet. Not only had he gotten
out, but he was outside and raking leaves to fill a dummy he was making out of
old clothes. It was the first time I had looked at the person before me as a
man and he wasn’t bad looking; but still much larger in stature than I would
ever grow. I decided as I approached the man that I would have to at least talk
to him to see what he was like. Perhaps I was thinking it as a little fodder
for my future masturbatory fantasies?
“Hi… getting ready for Halloween?” I
apparently startled the man, and when he recovered he mentioned how he was
indeed getting ready for the kids. I continued, “Hi, I’m Heather, I didn’t mean
to scare you. I guess you deserve it though since you like scaring little kids.”
He smiled, reached out his hand, and
answered, “Hi, name’s Dirk. Getting lost in fright is what Halloween is all
about. Fear is an aphrodisiac to a young mind that gives their normally
uneventful lives something to ponder. Haven’t you ever gone out
trick-or-treating as a kid just for the scariness of it?”
Well, that certainly brought us
right to the point of my visit. “Yes,” I answered, “as a matter of fact, I even
came here and went through your haunted house once. I was too chicken to make
it all the way through, so you came to my rescue and helped me out. But then
you still scared the hell out of me with that damn witch at the bottom of the
stairs.”
He chuckled over his success and
asked, “And I bet you’ve thought about that night a million times since,
haven’t you?”
I confided that I had, but obviously
didn’t mention what form those thoughts had taken. I asked him if the witch had
indeed been a real girl and he told me it had, and explained the imitated
hanging to me. When I told him that I had wondered often what it would have been
like for a real girl to be hanging there the whole night, I saw his temperament
change. Now I was clearly old enough to see a sexual arousal washing over him.
His reaction piqued my curiosity, and I suddenly had an overwhelming desire to
be behind that closed door to his home and facing the man I had been involving
in my dreams for years.
I guess I should explain myself
here. You see, I’ve never considered the man a danger; but ever since I knew
about what he went to jail for, I viewed him more as a tempting of fate. I’ve
always loved getting felt up by a guy, so that made this man nothing more than
the ultimate date in my mind. I’ve never seen the harm of letting a guy make my
body tingle from a quick, clandestine molesting event. The feel of a strange hand
running its fingers up under my top to touch a normally forbidden area was
electrifying to me. Besides, he hadn’t been busted for rape or murder, or even
assault; he just got caught with roaming hands. Being somewhat promiscuous, I
didn’t consider him a threat in the least. That was sort of strange in itself,
because I’m only 5’ 1”, and a hundred and two pounds. He was clearly nearing
the six foot mark and had to be at least two hundred pounds.
When Dirk offered to show me around
this year’s haunt, I set the stage myself. “You won’t scare me, will you? When
I get spooked I tend to scream.”
He promised not to scare me too
badly, and offered to gag me if I wanted. I took that statement in two ways. It
could have been a very innocent remark, but then it could have been a
suggestion just as easily. Either way, he led me into his house and headed
right for the basement. I asked him if he was going to decorate the front rooms
of his house and he told me that he waited until the last minute to do those.
Going down the stairs, I instantly I saw that he was getting the basement
ready, but there was a different prop at the bottom of the stairs. Instead of
the hanging witch gizmo with its associated background items, there was a metal
cage that appeared crushed to about ten inches deep, but seemed to have been
about three feet deep at one point. It was sort of like a portable jail cell
with vertical bars every few inches, but it looked like a truck had run into
it, crushing it into its present depth. The bars were bent and twisted every
which way. I was a little dismayed to see the witch wouldn’t be there to scare
the little ones this year, but he explained how he never put the same props in
the same place. He also assured me that this cage deal would be just as scary.
I was amazed at his inventiveness at
some of the props I had never seen, and I was noticing a theme to many of them.
They could also be somewhat construed as items you might find in a torture
chamber; a fitting image for a haunted house, but dubious when small kids came
to mind.
Dirk gave an evil little laugh when
he saw my perplexed look over some of the props and in a scary voice responded
with, “What would a little girl expect to find in a haunted house; cookies and
milk?” He led me around some hanging sheets and there on a table was exactly
that.
“You already have them out? The milk
will be all curdled and the cookies hard as rocks.”
But that was exactly the idea he
wanted to display. He even showed me a covered bucket he had of food scraps
that smelled awful. He was going to let the food rot in the last two days so
there would be an active regiment of crawling maggots as a backdrop to the milk
and cookies.
From there he led me to a table with
a hole in it and a sheet at the foot of the table. A big sign referred to it as
the Mad Doctor’s table of “Oops”. I was taking notice of cuff restraints next
to where a patient’s head would lie and asked Dirk how it worked, but just then
I saw the Witch trappings and asked him to show me that first.
After showing me the simple hoist
that lifted the “dead witch” into the air a foot, I just needed to feel the
restraining device that I saw before me. When I asked if I could try it out, he
grinned, raised an eyebrow and said, “Sure!”
I started out by standing on the
short platform and asked him how it worked. He told me to turn around and he
would hook me up. He snatched a short piece of rope off the hoist and began
trying to tie my hands behind my back. I freaked out a little and asked, “What
are you doing?”
“You want the whole experience,
don’t you? Remember, her hands were tied behind her or else she would have
grabbed you as a little girl.”
I gave him a doubtful stare and
warned, “Not too tight. I don’t even really know you.”
I swear I had a tiny orgasm as I
turned my back to him and let this known molester of children restrain my hands
behind me. No one had ever taken away my ability to fight before and I found it
to be a very intoxicating effect. As fearful as I was that he would fall into
his old bad habits, I was just as much hoping to be his next victim. Feeling
the ropes getting tighter and tighter was causing the reaction of making my
nipples grow into hard points that weren’t going to go unnoticed since I was
wearing only a jersey-style sports bra under my blouse. When he turned me
around, my hardened nipples were right there in his face and undeniable. I saw
that he noticed them immediately, but all he did was give a quick little smirk
and grabbed a leather belt system off the floor.
“This is for the hoist mechanism. It
lifts you off the ground so that it appears you’re really hanging from the
noose.” Dirk held the front of the leather contraption to my belly and forced
the wide piece down between my legs. He used his shoulder to hold the front of
the unit to my belly, used one hand to hold the belt directly to the flat area
of my crotch, and reached around to lift the wide piece to the back of the
item. He had no idea what his hand pressing directly against my crotch for
those few seconds had done to me. But then again, maybe he did. He continued
explaining what he was doing. “This attaches back here and then to the hoist.”
Dirk twisted me around to finish
attaching the pieces together, and then with a hand against my lower belly, he
pushed me tight to the hoist to attach me to it. He took the fake noose and
began putting it over my head and I freaked out again.
“No, I think that’s too much,” I
cried out.
In a calming voice, he explained it
was part of the whole prop that I really needed to experience the thrill of his
invention, and he was right. With the thick rope hanging off my neck I really
felt in horrible danger, but not so much that I demanded him to let me go. He
pushed my head to one side and told me that the position was to imitate a
broken neck, and then he tightened the rope to make it feel taut. I was really
apprehensive as he stood back and I heard myself struggling to breathe through
my nose. I had no problem breathing and could easily use my mouth, but it was
my fear causing me to overreact to my restraints.
Then in one swift motion of his
foot, he pushed down on a lever that resulted in me flying into the air. I was
only a foot off the box, but it felt like I was dangling from a tree limb. The
belt between my legs was wide enough so that it didn’t hurt at all and I saw
how the person that I had seen as a little kid was able to withstand it for
hours. It did apply quite a bit of pressure to a particular point in my shorts
however, and that kept my nipples enticed into their erect forms.
Dirk stood in front of me as he took
in his handiwork, and my willing predicament. He told me to mimic the witches
thrashing around and when I did, the belt had an agonizing sexual stimulation
that I had to stop to keep from revealing how wild it really felt to me. He
laughed at me as he stared directly at my nipples and said, “I see you like my
device. It seems to have that effect on all my witches. You want to see how I
really torture my closer friends.”
I shook my head just hearing him
using the word torture and told him “No!”, but he knew he wasn’t going to hurt
me and reached for a thick pad of leather about an inch thick and wide, and two
inches long. Working as if we had been intimate, he struggled to push the piece
of thick leather between the belt holding me into the air and my crotch. I saw
what he was doing and felt it even more. He had placed the “bump” as he called
it against my bump. He insisted that I thrash around again to see its affect.
I did as he said, and it applied so
much pressure and stimulation directly to my clit that my eyes felt like they
would pop out. I was forced to stop moving or risk making a fool out of myself.
Gasping from the intense and immediate reaction the bump had on me, I just had
to ask, “Did the witch have that there when I came by?”
Dirk grinned and answered,
“Probably! Did you see her nipples growing as hard as yours?”
That ended the unspoken notice he
had taken of me and I answered, “I was a little kid… I didn’t notice things
like that.”
Then he reached for the buttons on
the front of my blouse and asked, “You mind?”
I saw he wanted to unbutton me and I
should have screamed no, but instead I shook my head. I knew I was giving him
permission in what I considered the first step of molesting my chest. Gently,
he undid the top four buttons and pushed one side of my blouse away to expose
my left tit beneath my bra. His fingers barely grazed my nipple, but it was a
shot of electricity that made me bolt upright.
He laughed again and told me to
thrash one more time. I knew what it would do to me now, but as I did what he
wanted, I knew it was more to please his eyes than it was to feel that damn
bump working at my clit. In the end, that one quick thrashing motion caused me
another tiny prgasm as my captor watched on. He
couldn’t have seen anything so subtle, but I felt as if my embarrassment was
broadcast on television to the world.
“I need to get down. Please?”
Dirk grinned again, took another
look at his handiwork, but immediately went to let my feet back to the
platform. There could be no mistaking the excitement he had caused me as he
took the noose from around my neck. And he could have just unbuckled the belt
first, but I noticed he preferred the action of forcing the bump out from in
front of my clit before doing that. After arousing me as he had, I really
didn’t mind that at all. He got the belt off me and then released my hands, and
as he held my hand to help me step down, I found myself exclaiming, “Damn,
that’s one wild contraption.”
“Like it,” he asked?
As I pulled my blouse closed to
button it back up, I replied, “Wasn’t that obvious. A little embarrassing
though, I must say.”
“Nothing to be ashamed of here,
little girl, it’s all about fun. You know you weren’t the first girl in that
position.”
“Little girl…” I thought to myself?
I was sure he was thinking of his earlier victim that had sent him to jail.
Well, I was of age now and I certainly wasn’t going to turn him into the cops
for the feelings he just introduced to me. But when he asked me if I wanted to
play the part of the witch this year for him, I stuttered for words to say no
and yes at the same time. In the end, nothing came out at all. Instead, he
walked me back over to the doctor’s table and asked me if I wanted to try that
out.
Since Dirk had just had me in the
perfect position to do anything he wanted to me and had proven himself
trustworthy, I jumped at the chance to see more. He opened a door at the bottom
of the table like a coffin lid after moving a white sheet from it and told me
to get in. He helped me up on the table and I sat in the well that was clearly
below the level of the table. The lid closed tight against my legs, holding me
captive again. As he latched the lid closed he explained that the latches were
to keep anyone from seeing it move, thus giving away the secret.
He had me lie back and asked me to
put my hands into the wrist cuffs at either side of my head. When I bit my lip,
he reminded me that he had already had the perfect opportunity to do something
evil if he had of wanted. I took a deep breath and lay my wrists back into the
cuffs in agreement.
Dirk was about to fasten the first
cuff when he took a hard look at my face and asked, “You’re very pretty. Mind
posing for a photo for my collection?”
“You’re collection?”
He walked across the room to a shelf
and came back with a photo album. He flipped through a few pages and then held
the book up for me to see that he had several pictures of different girls in my
very position seemingly terrified. I could see they were posing for the camera
and I felt okay with joining his album despite seeing that he would want some
of my bra exposed again as nearly all the girls had allowed him.
After agreeing that he could take a
picture of me, he turned the page and showed me several more pictures that were
showing a little more of the girls. Each were slightly exposed and two had one
of their boobs right out on display for the camera. I knew what he was asking,
and between getting slightly turned on by the pictures of the entrapped girls
and the artful nature of each picture, I nodded my head with apparent shame
over my decision. He sat the book down and stared at me for a moment as if
sizing up what pose he wanted. Without asking this time, he began unbuttoning
my top again and all the way. He asked me to sit up and he gingerly pushed the
sides of my blouse off my shoulders, and then proceeded to take it off
entirely. An automatic impulse brought my arms in front of me to cover my
boobs, but when he laughed at my modesty, I realized how ridiculous I looked. I
had after all, just given him permission to bare at least one of my breasts for
a picture. Covering my bra was just silly.
After helping me to lie down again,
I instinctively placed my wrists into the restraints and waited as he strapped
me in. The heat was building between my legs again as he had to go upstairs for
his camera. I would find out shortly that he was also locking his front door. When
he got back, he looked me over again and asked me what pose I might like to
strike for my album picture. Since he already had two girls showing their
boobs, I wasn’t going to say anything less. But then, I couldn’t tell him what
I wanted without appearing whorish. So instead, I left it up to the male mind
and I told him it was up to him; that all I wanted was a good picture.
Slowly, Dirk reached his hand out
and slipped the left bra strap off my shoulder. He kept stepping back as if to
gauge how much of me he wanted exposed, and each time would move the strap
lower until most of my left tit was hanging out. I looked down to see my
nipples were reacting as expected once more and then he came back to display
the nipple on that side. I could tell he was taking his sweet time exposing me
for his own pleasure. He even jostled my boob when it was totally uncovered as
if to get it to spill off my chest naturally. That hardened my nipples even
more. With one more look, he appeared dissatisfied still and came back to me.
“Sorry, but you’re so damn beautiful
and have the sweetest virgin-like breasts. You’re definitely going to be the
best photo in my album, so…”
With that, he yanked on the sides of
my jersey bra until both my tits popped into view and wrestled it down about
six inches below my swells. My natural reaction was to arch my back and twist
against my wrist restraints, which I’m sure only served as an inviting gesture
to him. He grabbed his camera, wet his finger tips and twisted each nipple
until it was satisfactorily hard for him. He jostled each of them again,
covered the trap door with the sheet up to my belly, and stood back to take the
picture of me.
Dirk told me to look frightened,
twist against my bonds, and arch my back as if struggling. He liked my posed
struggle and told me to hold it as he took three pictures from slightly
different angles. As he sat the camera down, he told me that he would print out
the pictures before I left and asked me if I wanted a copy. I agreed that I did
and was glad to hear him referring to me as leaving in the future. Being half
nude and an ornament to this fake operating table had me a little worried until
then.
“Damn! I forgot the blood and shit.”
“What?” I cried out, “What blood?”
Dirk chuckled and said, “For the
pictures. You gotta have blood and stuff.”
He went behind me out of sight and
now I was frightened all over again. I just knew he was going for a knife and
flashed back to the other pictures I had seen. There had been blood on the
girls and I struggled fruitlessly to get out of the cuffs holding me. When he
came back he saw the fear in my eyes as I saw he had indeed retrieved a huge
carving knife and set it on my stomach. I felt tears coming to my eyes as he
rubbed a hand over my right tit, and when he saw me about to pitch into a fit
of screaming, he worked to soothe my fears.
“Calm down Heather, calm down.” He
squeezed a tube of jell onto my boob where he had been rubbing and then my
chest heaved trying to catch my breath. He smiled almost sweetly at me as he
perfected his anointment of me and I even laughed very nervously. The blood he
had spoken of was imitation blood and he was spreading it like the horror pro
he had been proving of himself. “See, I didn’t mean to say it that way. I guess
you got pretty scared there. It’s just your standard fake blood that makeup
artists use. It washes right off.” He even licked it to show me it was safe and
mostly sugar.
“You really freaked me out there for
a minute. So, the knife is just another prop?”
“Oh, it’s real enough, but yes; it’s
just a prop.”
He took the knife and put the
sharpened edge of it to the bottom of my right tit, and worked it a little too
tightly against my skin until it stayed where he wanted it. Then he squeezed a
little of the blood onto the blade right against my skin to give the effect
that it was slicing into me. I had to admit, it looked real and very horrifying
to me.
Dirk went behind me again and I
heard him washing his hands, or so I thought. When he came back, he had the tube
of blood in one hand and something squirming in his other. As I watched
intently, he put a large amount of the blood in the hollow of my belly and
spread it into a small pool. Then he showed me what had been moving in his
other hand; it was a bunch of large, gross worms. I screamed over the thought
of what he was doing as he worked them into the blood. He told me they were the
perfect look for small intestines falling out of a deep wound in my belly.
I cried for him to hurry and take
the picture so he could remove those damn squirming and wiggling worms from my
skin. They were creeping me out so bad that I had to
force my eyes open for each of his pictures. When he was through taking the
pictures, I begged him to hurry up and take them away, but he stood over me and
laughed as he watched them wiggling around on me.
“Calm down, girl. Close your eyes
and think about the feeling for a moment. I bet if you relax for just a minute
you’ll see that they’re doing a lot more than just grossing you out. Think about
their motion and what it’s doing to you down there. Your belly is a lot more
closely attached to you’re special little area than you might think.”
When I forced myself to do as he
said, I saw that he was right again. I was squeezing my labia so tightly that
my clitoris was caught in the clamp-like vice of my own muscles. It was so
frigging odd, but these filthy worms squiggling around on my belly were making
a second disturbing impression on me. After I had tried his suggestion, he
removed the worms but told me that he had to wash them off before letting me
go. The worms turned out to be fishing bait bought at any store and needed to
go back into a fridge to keep them alive till Halloween.
Dirk reappeared with a towel and a
wet face cloth, removed the knife, and began wiping up the blood from my belly.
I told him I could do that, but when he said he didn’t mind, I knew he was
asking my permission to allow him the privilege of feeling me up some more. He
had a nice touch, so I simply kept my mouth shut and enjoyed my self. Next, he
almost lovingly wiped the blood from my tit and even washed the left one
despite it already being free of any mess. I watched his face as he clearly
enjoyed feeling up my taut breasts and even complimented them several times. Okay,
I know he would have said that over even skuzzy looking boobs, but a girl never
gets tired of hearing compliments about her greatest sexual attraction.
While Dirk worked to release my
hands, he spoke softly about how it was clear to him that I was doomed to
become a bondage vixen for some dungeon master. I laughed nervously, but mostly
because he was probably closer to being right than not. After helping me out
and off the table, I tugged my bra back into place and reached for my blouse.
Before I got it on though, he suggested that I leave it off for another prop.
He talked me into it by pointing out that he had already seen my chest and I
was now as covered as I would be at any pool. He was making me feel sultry, so
I agreed to his request.
Before moving on to the gag
mentioned, he wanted to show me the rest of his setup that was ready. He left
for a moment to turn the lights out, the special lights on, and I heard an air
compressor start up in the distance. When he came back, he began walking me through
the parts of the Maze that were already set up. The first thing I felt was
something furry rubbing against the calves of my legs and I screamed out. He
laughed and told me to look down, and I saw two flexible dusters attached
horizontally from the walls. A nice touch to say the least!
At the end of that run was a large
picture on the wall of a pumpkin headed ghoul, and then he pulled away that
picture to reveal a full nude picture of one of his past helpers. The girl was
strapped tightly to a table like the one I had just been on and it looked like
she was being electrocuted. She was a beautiful girl and even her bush was
right out there to be seen. He told me that there had been a large button next
to the display that said – DON’T PUSH – on it. Naturally, every one would push
it and the actress would act like she was getting electrocuted.
“You let little kids see that,” I
asked?
“No, no, of course
not! They see
the pumpkin poster, and after ten I take down the G-rated posters to show
these. And when I used that prop in my haunted house before ten o’clock, the
girl was in a halter top and shorts until it was adult time.”
I asked him about the adult thing
and he told me that every year he would sex-up the props and photos after ten
o’clock and turn his haunt into an adults only spook
fest. I never knew that, but I also knew that being in jail he hadn’t been
doing this for years. I asked him about the rest of his displays and gimmicks
and it turned out that just about everything had two ways of being promoted.
Just as he was telling me that, he sort of nudged me around the corner in front
of him and I got a sudden blast of air right up my legs to my crotch. I jumped
like a cat out of water as he laughed his ass off.
Between his laughter, he told me,
“That works a lot better on girls in skirts and bare legs than with guys, but
it catches everyone by surprise because they’re usually talking about the
posters as they round the corner.”
“I bet…” I responded, “And a lot of
panty shots at that?”
That reminded me about the dress up
area I had seen as a little girl and I asked about it. “I have often wondered
about that. Be honest with me… were you taking pictures of girls as they
changed?”
Dirk raised his eyebrows and simple
left his answer as, “That would be illegal.”
Yeah, right. And eventually it got
your ass sent to jail. A little further on there was seemingly a hundred black
threads hanging from the ceiling that felt like you were suddenly walking
through cobwebs. Just as I was getting over the spine tingling they had caused
me, a white thing went flying right past me along the wall. I screamed out yet
again and Dirk broke up over my fright. It was nothing more than a tennis ball
covered by white cloth to resemble a ghost. It was on a steel wire that with a
blast of air would be pushed back and forth as people passed an electric eye.
“Damn, mister, you really ought to
be doing this as a business. You’re really good at it.” He asked what I liked
the best so far, and I had to admit that the big prop displays that I had tried
out were my favorites. Maybe that was because of the human actors needed to
make them work. But deeper in my thoughts, I was thinking that maybe it had to
do with knowing what it felt like to be held captive by the devices. I referred
to the props as interactive and he told me that just having live actors in them
didn’t really make them interactive. But he beamed with pride when he told me
that his newest gimmick was created for just that detail.
After several other frights and
scares, sound effects and odd smells, we had made our way back to the start of
the maze and were at the stairs. I sort of felt like Dirk had forgotten to show
me the last ingenious device he had told me cost him so much money to build and
reminded him about it. He pointed to the cage at the bottom of the stairs, but
I failed to see what was so scary about something little more than an abstract
piece of artwork hanging on a wall. Another smirk beamed from Dirks face as he
began to explain it.
“It cost me twelve hundred dollars
to have this built, but it’s worth every penny of it. You have no idea how hard
it is to make something look this demolished. But everything was well thought
out and it works great.” He turned to me and asked, “Ready to give it a try?”
I raised my eyebrows, and still
couldn’t see what was so attractive about this item, but I shrugged my
shoulders and answered, “Why not?”
I watched him unlatch the front door
and swing it away. He turned to me and I asked him what I had to do. When he
looked at my bra, I looked down and knew what he wanted immediately. After
taking a deep breath, I pulled it over my head and threw it to the floor. But
that wasn’t all he wanted.
“Come on, this is the masterpiece of
the house this year. I need the shorts off, too.”
I frowned at him, and saw that now
he had asked for more on each device. Granted, that had also made the other two
props more pleasant, but I just didn’t see what was so great about this damn
cage. After a little coaxing, I finally told him I would take off my shorts,
but not my underwear. He accepted that and I began unsnapping my shorts. I had
never undressed in front of a guy his age before, I figured at least forty, and
hesitated over showing him anymore than I had already. I dropped them beside my
blouse and bra and held out my arms to pronounce myself ready to experience my
last prop.
Dirk had me step up onto the base
platform of the cage and had me place my legs right in front of two lines on
the wall at very specific angles. I was looking down and instead of telling me
to lie back against the rear bars; he pushed his hand against my mons. I didn’t
slap his hand, but I raised my eyebrows in a very fervent manner. That would
teach him. He all but ignored me and began placing my hands in positions also
thought out ahead of time. I felt a lot better when Dirk asked me if I was okay
before shutting the door on me. I should have been scared out of my wits, but
there was just something so comforting about his mannerisms.
As I watched the steel bars coming
right at my face, he paid close attention to make sure I was positioned
properly. As the door closed, the bars intertwined just perfectly to hold my
right hand as well as any manacle would have, about a foot away from my face
and at head height. He was right; he put a lot of planning into this damn
thing. As he kept closing the door, first my right knee fell perfectly between
two bars, then my boobs, and then my left knee poked through just as a final
push secured me more tightly than the operating table had earlier. My left hand
was about the only thing that could move and only a few inches. That was also
engineered for just that ability. It was the only part of me that could reach
out through the bars; except for my nipples that just barely stuck past them. I
could hardly turn my head enough to see him actually closing a pad lock on the
hasp and that got me worried once more.
“Just breathe normally, Heather, and
you’ll get use to it in seconds. I swear… I’m going to let you out in a few
minutes after I show you the real attraction of the Crush, as I call it. And
the first thing you already see is that it holds my victim in place perfectly.”
He stood back a little and said, “It really looks like you were in the cage
when it was crushed. I love it.”
“Yeah,” I replied, “But now I know
how you must have felt when you were stuck in jail.”
I didn’t even realize what I had
done at first, but as I watched his eyes growing large, I knew I had said too
much.
“What do you mean… jail?”
“You know… I heard the rumors about
you… and a certain fourteen year old. I know you haven’t been around here for
years because of it.”
Dirk looked towards the floor for a
minute as I tried to tell him I didn’t care what he had done in his past; I
still trusted him. Then after I explained everything I had heard, he looked up
at me and stated, “And thinking I’m a pedophile, you still came over here and
tried out all these gadgets, and in the buff at that.” He shook his head slowly
as his smirk and very knowing smile came beaming out. He had caught me acting
lascivious in all my actions. But he floored me when he said, “Okay, I’ll admit
it. I did do a little peeking back when I started this whole haunted house thing,
and I do remember you coming by in your little belly dancer costume. You were
just too cute to ever forget. But guess what, little lady? I never touched a
soul… and I’ve never been to jail. I was living upstate caring for my ailing
mother for the last seven years. This house was hers and she left it to me when
she died three months ago, so I moved back here.”
I didn’t have a clue on how to
respond to all this new information, but one thing was for sure. Now he knew I
had voluntarily allowed a man that I thought was a molester to strip me, and
even grope me rather liberally. And knowing all that, here I was locked in a
cage unable to move an inch and naked except for my panties. I began
apologizing for my wrong assumptions and told him I had only come to his house
out of curiosity, but I could see he really had me pegged with my own truths.
Finally Dirk made up his mind and offered me two options. One would set me
free, and the other would reveal the real me.
“Well, Heather, it’s like this. I
ought to just open the cage and let you be on your way. But I have this feeling
in the back of my head that you don’t really want to leave until I finish
showing you me newest gizmo here. You want to go?”
I closed my eyes and felt the bars
pressing into every inch of my body. Standing before this man I knew what my
body wanted, but now that he knew I came here fully aware of the danger
presented, it was my mind that needed to make a decision. I finally shook my
head slowly as far as the bars would allow me.
“That’s good… that means you trust
me. So, I’ll lay my cards on the table for you. I love watching you squirm
around for me. You have one hell of a petite little body that’s driving me
insane and I would love to have an hour alone with you to ravage, but that’s not
why I invited you down here. And I admit that I absolutely love tits like
yours; taut and firm still, but with a nice girlish hang to them. And those fucking nipples…”
He began pacing in front of me and
went on. “Obviously, you came here expecting me to molest you. I guess you
would leave somewhat fulfilled if I let you go right now, but I think you want
more than what I’ve done so far. So, it’s like this. If I do anything you
really don’t like, all you have to do is say you want to leave and I’ll stop and
let you go. If you don’t say anything, then I’m afraid I’m going to have to
ravage that hot little body of yours, but I refuse to screw you under these
conditions. You understand?”
I bit my lower lip, closed my eyes, and
attempted to nod my head. When I opened my eyes again, he was gone from my
view. When he came back, he had the camera again and he began taking pictures
of me. I didn’t really mind and even acted hostile for the camera. After a half
dozen pictures, he left my sight again and this time came back with scissors
and duct tape. I figured he was going to tape my mouth.
I felt his fingers running over my
vulva in a beckoning motion and it quickly began making me quiver against the
bars. I could feel the crotch of my panties growing wet and he was smiling over
the feel of me. Seeing his face displaying how much he enjoyed the softness
between my legs made me smile. And then I felt my eyes rolling into the back of
my head as he quickly forced me to have a very serious orgasm. I felt
embarrassed as he slipped two fingers around the side of my panties and wiped
them through my lips. He brought his fingers to my mouth and when he stuck them
to my lips, I began sucking on them.
My eyes turned downwards as I felt
him cutting either side of my panties. And in one swift ripping motion, I felt
them getting ripped between my legs. But instead of throwing them to the side,
he brought them to my face, and began working them between my lips. It was the
first time I had ever been gagged and I found it highly erotic as he worked the
entire tattered cloth into my mouth. Having my own underwear stuffed into my
mouth was absolutely hot under these conditions. He ripped several pieces of
tape off the roll and began taping them into my mouth. Being locked between the
heavy steel bars and having my breathing limited to my nose, I became putty in
his hands. He slid what felt like two fingers into me and massaged my canal for
a few moments; all the while he worked my clit with a frigging motion of his
thumb. When I moaned, he backed away and took several more pictures of me. This
time I was too needy for the feel of his hands on me to even think about the
limited poses I could offer him.
I was suddenly snapped back to
reality when Dirk’s voice thundered through my head. “The scene should be
obvious, Heather. My late night guests pay to party here for the night, and
they get to walk and enjoy my haunted house and exhibits as much as they want.
The first thing they’ll see when they come down the stairs will be the girl in this
cage. At first she’s to act dead, but when they touch her, she’ll come alive in
their hands. She’ll try to squirm at first, but soon she’ll give up and simply
watch as they fondle her.” He reached out and began feeling my left boob
through the bars as he continued talking. “You looked so lovely in your pretty
pink panties that I’ve decided to start the girl out like that, and around
midnight, I’ll cut them away as I did yours. I think using them to muffle her
moans would be a good touch, as well. What do you think?”
I tried nodding my head again.
Then, I heard a knocking that
appeared to come from upstairs and grew fearful over anyone else seeing me like
this.
Dirk told me, “That’s the girl that
I’m talking about right now. She was coming by to see if I wanted her for
anything this year, but I don’t think I need to answer the door; do I? I bet
you want to be my display girl now. Am I right? Would you like to be exposed
like this to my guests and have the fingers of strange men and women grabbing
at you all night? I’m guessing you’d love to hear their comments and have them
fawning over your luscious body.”
I heard another knocking at the
door, but Dirk’s words were driving me too crazy to worry about it. What he was
asking of me would be the most humiliating thing I’d ever done in my life, but
everything in me was telling me that his words rang true.
“I already have the other girls I
need for the other exhibits, but I still need to fill this spot. It’s yours if
you want it, but you need to understand that my adult guests will have you as
my first interactive display.” He took another feel of my tit and then ran his
hand down to insert his fingers into me again. It caused me to moan like a
wailing ghost, but I still couldn’t bring myself to answer him. There was a
third rapping at the door and he played on my vanity. “You would be the girl
that everyone talks about for years to come, but if you can’t do it, you can’t
do it. That’s okay; but I really have to answer the door though.”
Dirk turned to head up the stairs
and I saw my aroused state slipping away from me. As he got to the mid point of
the stairs, my mouth attempted to do what my mind couldn’t.
I murmured as loud as I could past
the panties gagging me, “I’ll do it!”
Dirk stopped in his tracks and as he
turned back to look at me, all he asked was, “Are you sure?”
I nodded my head one last time for
my captor, and he grinned as he came back to me. He slowly began rewarding me
with the very thing that had drawn me to this house in the first place. His
lips went to nurse at my swollen nipples, and his hands roamed my body as
freely as they wanted. My left hand twisted grotesquely through the bars trying
to grab for anything. I was so glad that I couldn’t stop him and closed my eyes
as I thought of how wonderful his hands would have felt on that very first
visit of mine years earlier. I knew I was fantasizing over very depraved acts,
but my body was lusting on its own now.
After I was sure that the knocking
had ceased, I began wondering what I had gotten myself into. It was wildly
erotic being trapped in such a molded position and being molested unencumbered
by the holder of my freedom. I pictured what it would be like being on display
in front of children to scare them, and as the viewers changed to adults,
having my clothes torn away and transforming me into a piece of artwork. I
thought of the probing hands and fingers I would have to deal with, and then I
finally thought about the worst part of all this for me. I was less than three
blocks from my parent’s house, and they would surely catch wind of my abhorrent
behavior. But even risk of that most humiliating exposure was pushed to the
wayside as I felt Dirk’s fingers making themselves
comfortable within my vagina.
Often, in my fantasies, I would wonder
over what it might feel like to suddenly be naked in front of many other
people, and now that I had signed up for that to happen, my body tingled with
minor convulsions while Dirk continued exploring my body. And as my arousal
grew in strength my entire body tried to push forward into his grip of me.
Everything he had thrust upon me was allowing me to live out those dreams I had
been having ever since coming here to his basement haunt as a little girl. I
was naked in front of a much older man, being toyed with at his hands; my body
parts being examined at will. The thought that many others would be doing this
to me in a couple of weeks was just as frightening as it was electrifying to my
mind.
“You know, after the kids leave and
I take away your clothes, you’ll still have to twist and turn as if stuck
forever in this cage. You’ll have to sell your torturous end for all my adult
guests. Can you do that?”
Dirk began biting at my left nipple
and I murmured into my gag, once the panties I had worn here, and tried nodding
my head for him. At that very moment I felt enslaved to this man and incapable
of saying no to anything he asked of me. I probably would have agreed to be a
prostitute to his pimping ways if that was what he asked, but luckily, all he
was asking was for me to entertain his guests as modern living art. The
interaction part of Dirk’s masterpiece was just a new form of statement from a
budding artist, and I felt oddly proud to have been selected as the main object
for his exhibit.
I soon found that my master sculptor
was also a very educated lover. His hands weren’t just haphazardly running
across my skin and most private areas of enticement, but they were like a
concert of activities that were slowly bringing me to a massive orgasm unlike
any I had ever had before. And when one hand stayed embedded within me, the
fingers of the other began stimulating my clit into a fit of convulsion causing
waves of pleasure.
It was only after a half dozen waves
of climaxing shudders rode through me that I had to begin screaming into my gag
continuously until Dirk understood I could take no more. He pulled the gag from
my mouth and after a minute of capturing my breath, I begged him to release me.
I could see he was worried about my sudden need to be released, and he worked
feverishly to do that as quickly as possible. My knees buckled under me as Dirk
offered his hand to guide me back to the floor, and even though I could barely
feel some parts of me, my only thoughts were to banish his fears. I pressed my
naked form into his body and sprung upward on my toes to work a kiss on him
every bit as passion-filled as his fingers had done for me.
Dirk looked down at my face as I
pulled away and his eyes seared into mine as he asked, “I let my other model
get away from me because you said you wanted the job as my crush victim. I
thought she was the perfect person to have trapped in there because she can be
such a bitch in real life; people would find her a very fitting victim. Are you
sure you can be her replacement?”
After making my dreams manifest
truer than I had even invented in my own mind, there was no way I could refuse
to be the centerpiece of his exhibit. I looked lustfully into his eyes and
assured him, “I’m your bitch!”
Halloween came at me like a
thunderous train. I had seen Dirk everyday and even helped him prepare the rest
of his props and gags. I knew that being the master of reading people to the
point of knowing how to freak the hell out of them that he could see the mixed
emotions I had over what was coming for me. He also had to see just how full of
anticipation I was to have it all begin. After greeting and helping prepare the
two other girls for their roles as youthful fright actors, I watched on as Dirk
was as excited as a little kid as he prepared the camera that would capture my
entire performance. Five minutes later, I was in my cage and ready to
entertain; not to mention, be entertained by my master of horror.
After the parade of guests got under
way, I looked down through my hooded mask to see three young boys; probably all
around twelve, as they pondered whether the figure entrapped in the cage before
them was real or not. One of then tugged gently at the tattered t-shirt Dirk
had dressed me in to see if I would react, and unlike the witch that had been
instructed to only scare revelers upon their exit, I was told to bring their
minds to fearful frustration as they entered the maze of displays and props.
And that was exactly what I had practiced to utter perfection as I meticulously
moaned out my plea, “Pleeease… help… me. I’m trapped!”
The second I began my act, all three
of them jumped back and then ran for the entrance to the maze as I saw Dirk
smiling with great pleasure over his creation. When it was only he and I alone
there, he took a quick swipe with his fingers through the opened crotch of the
tight fitting shorts he had bought for me. They would lie in sheared rags at
the foot of the cage in another two hours, along with the tee I was wearing. He
had taken me to the store to buy my outfit for the night and had me select the
very panties that he would be gagging me with at the stroke of midnight, as I
suspected several guests would be watching.
I was so glad Dirk had agreed to my
hood. It was made of a fabric that allowed me to see out, but obscured my face
well. I knew that the chance of people from my own neighborhood walking through
his haunted house was a very likely possibility, so I could have my fun and yet
remain anonymous throughout the night.
Over the last two weeks, we had
rehearsed and practiced every aspect of my incarceration for this night, and
except for overlooking the primal urge for sex of the young boys, all was going
just fine. Every day I met with Dirk I was treated to a groping and pawing that
would leave me wanting the touch of my own fingers the moment I left his house.
And even though I would receive a fervent molesting each day, he never once
tried to take it further. He never tried to fuck me, nor did he even request a
blowjob like I would have at least expected. He seemed in perfect tune to
understand what I had dreamed about for the last eight years and gave it to me
daily.
When Dirk heard the three boys
nearing the exit several minutes later, be backed into the shadows to watch
what would happen several more times before it turned into the adult show. As
the boys went for the stairs, one of the more daring young adventurers took a
last look at me and reached out his hand for a quick feel of my crotch. His
fingers felt deftly at me trying to understand what it was exactly that he was
violating. One of his friends felt emboldened to act as well, and came back
down the stairs. He thrust his hand under my t-shirt and directly to my left
tit to cop a forbidden feel of the foolish girl that had allowed herself to be
locked inside a cage that forbid her to stop the actions of desperate
adolescent inquisitiveness. As disturbing as it was to see yet another young
male taking indecent liberties with me, it was exhilarating to think that
tonight I would be in his masturbatory dreams and most likely, for years to
come.
I was beginning to understand the
attraction I had for Dirk as I was used to make the same sexually tormenting
fantasies for other young people. I had never thought that this would be a part
of my night, but I smiled under my mask when I realized I would be part of
these boys’ fantasies for years to come; just as Dirk had become part of mine.
Dirk had devilishly placed a clock
on the wall just opposite of me to taunt me with the timed sequences of my
exposure to the public viewers. When the youngsters had ceased to come see his
haunted house, it seemed to take forever for that thing to work its way to the
ten o’clock hour. My body was tingling as I heard the first adult partiers
coming down the stairs. I wondered why Dirk hadn’t cut away my tee and shorts
yet as planned. However, as the partiers began flooding around my cage at the
bottom of the stairs, and others filled the steps themselves, I began
understanding that the first groups of people were to receive their own fantasy
making images.
Dirk pushed his way through the
crowd on the stairs and stood directly in front of me. He turned to them and
spoke for all to hear.
“As I promised upstairs, this is my
best terror filled exhibit I’ve ever procured. Can you imagine the horror of
this lovely female prisoner and captive when her portable jail cell fell off
the truck hauling her to prison? Lying there in the middle of the road had to
be frightening as she wondered what would happen when the next car down the
road came upon her. Would it be able to stop in time before careening into her
full force? And worse for her was the fact that there was a long curve just
before her eyes that would hamper her efforts to be spared a horrible accident.”
I suddenly freaked out in my mind
when I saw two young men standing directly in front of me. Despite their
Halloween masks, I knew them well. They lived two and thre
doors away from me and knew me just as well. I was so glad that I had insisted
on the hood and had even helped make it a part of his story. It was my one
saving apparel that would keep them from recognizing me as the neighbor girl.
Knowing that, it became euphoric to me that they were about to eye me in almost
the same way they had always wanted to when passing me on the sidewalk.
Dirk smiled as he paced to one side
giving his listeners a moment to reflect on the horrors I had endured to bring
me before their eyes, and as I heard his description for the first time of how
my enclosure was supposed to have come about, I saw a pride in his handiwork
that would never leave me. Every girl I could see was clearly engrossed in
visualizing the very images he was instilling in their minds. Even the guys
seemed to have dire thoughts working at their faces. He turned back to them and
inparted the rest of his imagined horror story. I
loved every word of it and realized how it fit into the next part so well.
“The poor girl must have felt so
relieved when she heard the backup tones from the truck that had just spilled
her vulnerable self to the roadway. ‘Saved…’ could have been her only thoughts
as she turned and waited for that truck
to back directly into her cage; bumping it just hard enough to cause her the
slightest anger over her treatment. As the two men got out and stood to each
side of the human kennel wondering just how they would get it back onto the bed
of the truck, the girl probably cursed them profusely over their bumbling
efforts to successfully transport her to prison.”
Dirk poked my legs in several places
to show I was only the lifeless body I appeared to be and went on in a very
captivating, ghost story telling way. “Can you imagine what she thought as she
looked between the two men when their faces went from puzzlement… to abject
fear? Can you perceive the terror that would have come to her own face, her
entire body, as she realized that not only had each face turned fearful, but
that both men on either side of her had snapped their heads to the roadway
behind her? And even before she would have had time to turn around, I’m sure
she fully understood the anguishing results of her demise when that truck
rounding the bend begun blaring its air horn in a futile attempt to make her
image magically disappear from the roadway.
I know she had time to turn and see
her death coming full long onto her by the way she was brought to me in this
condition. She would have heard the feeble attempt of that big rig… as it
admirably tried in vane to screech to a halt under the tons of force of its air
brakes. The men that sold this engrossing and terrifying exhibit to me spelled
out as many details for me as they could remember, but in the end… it all came
down to what you see here before you. This poor girl here, her only crime being
a prostitute from a small town in the southwest, watched this once amazingly
impenetrable steel cage crushing between the weight and force of the trucks… in
a fraction of a second. And now, within twelve inches of confinement that had
once been four feet, you can see her exact position as she was crushed and
caught for an eternity.
I would show you her face, but
miraculously, it was the only part of her body that had received the true death
blow, leaving the rest of her frame wholly uninjured. You would vomit if I
removed it.”
I took a final rehearsed breath to
still my lungs as I felt Dirk cutting up the front of my shirt to prove to the
onlookers that the body before them was undamaged. I felt him pushing the sides
of the shirt away from me and tucking them wide open behind bars. We both
thought that wearing a bra would take away from the erotic nature of him
exposing me, so I was instantly right out there for all to stare upon. And as
rehearsed, he made sure not to expose my nipples, as their obvious growth over
their exposure would reveal I certainly was not dead.
I felt the scissors cutting up each
side of my shorts, and as planned, even some of the side of my panties to give
a seductive look for his patrons. I heard the shears fall to the floor and
braced hard as I felt him tugging the cut shorts down between my legs to
discard them. I felt the cut side of my panties falling to what had to be a
tantalizing and alluring placement. The “oohs and ahhs” coming from my viewers made that clear to me.
Dirk poked me several times and as I
peeked through my hood, I saw the final act coming up and awaited my cue.
A naive girl finally asked if I was,
“really dead, just a very lifelike prop, or what?”
Dirk offered her the chance to feel
the cold, stiff skin of my leg, and she got close. She was girlishly weary to
touch me and it took prodding from Dirk to force her to finally reach out her
hand. She ran her fingertips down my thigh, and just as the turned to tell
everyone that she felt how I was still warm and thus not a body, I stiffened my
entire body in an all over wince and moaned loudly, “Pleeasse…
oh god… heeeelp me.”
Dirk was a true master of the arts.
The girl freaked into a full body convulsion that aided in scaring the hell out
of everyone else. As a girl, I knew I had aided greatly in making this poor
girl pee a little out of shear terror and fright. After a lively discussion
among my onlookers over Dirk’s newest investment, he saw several of the males
trying to get a peek under my tattered shirt. He finished ripping it off me,
and once again I thanked the heavens for the hood covering my face. Especially,
when it was one of my neighbors, that was first to ask if it would be okay to
grab a feel of my breasts.
Dirk responded with, “Well, that’s
what makes this an interactive display. Go ahead and see how life like my
mannequin is… go ahead.”
I resented on some level being
referred to as a mannequin, and even a little more at being offered up as a
grab prize, but I had known this was coming and fell into a lulled sense of
satisfaction over each examination. I grew quite embarrassed when I saw two
girls prodding their male dates to take a free feel of the “dummy’s” crotch, and
even more when one of the girls made her point by being the first to massage my
vulva in her own hand. I guess being a girl she knew exactly how to probe my
folds so as to force me to squirm under her touch.
Several of those first people to
walk the maze took a turn at fondling different parts of my body, and each was
as exciting to me as the next. I was left craving for more hands on me when the
stairs cleared away. But, as I took a look at where the camera had to be, I was
thankful that Dirk had promised me my own copy of it later. With the bright
light spotlighting my torso, I couldn’t make out where the camera was, but just
knowing it was there was wild in its own right.
Things were very crazy over the next
two hours and I felt like such a deviant as I enjoyed each touch. I even
grabbed a couple of hands and wrists that wandered too closely to the fingers
of my left hand. I think the thing that really amazed me was just how many
girls and women felt free to molest me. I never would have guessed that so many
would feel free to take advantage of another female like that. I really loved
it when the newcomers would first walk down the stairs and see me in my crushed
cage. Scaring the hell out of people turned out to be a knack I was well suited
to handle. And oddly enough, they would normally start out touching my legs to
see if I was real, but after scaring them, they didn’t hesitate often to finger
my breasts or my crotch. But as the night wore on, I felt my panties growing
wet under the touches of the guests and that was what bothered me most. These
deviant’s got to see what their poking and prodding was forcing my body to do
as it reacted on its own.
At five till midnight, Dirk escorted
everyone out of the basement and a few minutes later returned with a new batch
of people. I was happy to see that my neighbors had stayed around to see me
having my panties cut away before their eyes. There was something extremely
exciting in knowing I was getting exposed to two young men that I knew rather
well from the neighborhood, and the story was told yet again to the newly
formed group of gawkers. Dirk finished cutting away the cotton panties I had
picked out knowing that they were going to end up in my mouth as my gag for the
last leg of the night. I watched the eyes of my neighbors light up as Dirk
snatched the cloth away from me and I knew that he would soon be forcing them
into my mouth.
The plan had been crafted that he
would untie my hood just enough so that his guests could see what he was doing
to me, but in an instant, he pulled the entire hood over my head. I threw
daggers at him even as my neighbor cried out, “Look, its
Heather… from next door. There I was stripped totally naked with my eyes
bulging out over the searing mental pain Dirk had just heaped on me, and as I
started to bitch him out for it, the remnants of my panties were getting forced
between my lips. I refused to help him after betraying me, but in my position
it was rather easy for him to pry my mouth open. I could see in his eyes that
he knew exactly what he had done to me and seeing that I was going to spit out
the cloth before he had a chance to tape it in place, the bastard actually had
the nerve to ask the man that obviously knew me to rip it off for him.
As the guy aided Dirk, they conversed
about me as if I was an inanimate object. He even announced exactly where I
lived and how he and his friend had often eyed me on the street. Since the guy
already knew I was there as an interactive display, he felt quite free at
rubbing my body as Dirk secured the tape to the back of my head. When his hand
went between my legs, I began moaning against it, but Dirk told him to never
mind my protests; it was just a part of the act. Soon, in front of at least a
dozen other people, he had his fingers inside of me and was masturbating me to
my great humiliation. Dirk kept staring at me as tears came to my eyes, but
again he complimented me on my acting skills so no one would be afraid to touch
me.
Soon, my neighbor’s friend took his
turn at humiliating me, and now that my face was exposed to the world, I could
only cringe in embarrassment. One older woman in attendance stated how no one
would ever get her panties into her mouth as a gag, and her date made a vulgar
sound over how nasty he thought it was him self. I closed my eyes and knew I
had approximately two hours before my humiliation was to end, and now that my
vagina was exposed to everyone, I knew that would be their new area of
amusement. I heard what appeared to be a party going on upstairs and wondered
just how many people would be coming past me, and when there was a slight lull
between the viewers, Dirk came over to comfort me. Oddly enough, he did just
that.
Dirk leaned up to kiss my tear
stained face and licked his tongue over my cheek. “I know you don’t like having
people you know see you in my exhibit, but you have to admit that there is an
excitement knowing that you’ll have to pass these people again. Knowing that
you have been the main treat of my famous haunted house will stick in your mind
just as much as the first time you came down here, and I bet you’ll gladly be
coming back next year to see what I’ve come up with as my second interactive
horror prop.”
He ran his fingers deep into my
folds and wiggled them around and added, “Just look how wet these people have
gotten you? It must drive you crazy knowing that everyone wants one feel of
your delightfully gorgeous body. You don’t really hate me now, do you? Huh, do
you?”
His words had turned my
embarrassment and anger into a wistful avenue of indulgence, and he had
successfully calmed me down. So much so, that when my neighbor and his friend
came back to fondle me again before leaving for the night, I allowed them to
see through my eyes just what their touches were really doing to me. After they
left, I guess I was beginning to hear what the patrons were really saying, and
Dirk was right. They were complimenting me on my participation and having the
guts to do something so vile and nasty in front of so many people. Even the
woman that had spoken earlier about never getting her panties stuck in her
mouth came back for a last look at me. I saw in her eyes that she had a
devilish grin coming to her face just as her hand began making its way in
between my legs. I felt her drive her fingers into me several times, and when
she pulled them out, she sucked on them lewdly right in front of me.
She exclaimed, “Now if I tasted like
this, maybe I would let some man stuff my panties into my mouth.”
That told me that Dirk knew some
pretty weird people, with this woman coming off as one very dominating butch
lesbian. As the noise died down and it was just before two in the morning, I
waited for Dirk to come release me. In a few minutes, he was coming down the
stairs but walked right by me. A few minutes after that, the girl came walking
out of the maze that had been on the operating table and was putting on her
top.
The girl stopped to talk to me, but
when she saw I was still gagged she said, “You haven’t had to wear that all
night, have you?”
I shook my head and moaned for her
to remove it, but she asked, “Ah, that probably came at midnight, right?”
I nodded and continued moaning for
her to release me.
“Not a bad way to earn two hundred
dollars in six hours, huh? And having so many people looking at you half
dressed all night is like… wow! But look at you! They got to see all of you,
and I see why the buzz was all about the girl out front with the fantastic
tits.” She reached up and cupped my left boob in her hand and I could see she
was just about to take a bite of my nipple when the other girl playing the
witch came up front with Dirk.
That girl ran her hand over my thigh
on her way by and the three of them went upstairs. I wondered why Dirk hadn’t
released me, but my mind ran through all the things that had happened to me and
the thought that I was going to even get paid was an added bonus. I knew I
would shrink whenever I saw the neighbors in the future and even the man that
recognized me from the local grocery store. I was just getting into the mindset
of being somewhat of a star when Dirk came back down the stairs for me.
He had his camera and began taking
pictures of me yet again as he had during every stage of my different display
modes. But when he spoke, I became very worried that he hadn’t released me yet.
“I hope tonight was everything you
thought it would be? All my guests were raving about your acting abilities, not
to mention your raw beauty.” He went from my sight as he continued telling me
about the compliments he had gotten during the night. And we he came back, my
fear grew even more. He had a small TV table, covered with a white cloth, with
metal devices that I recognized as nipple clamps on it. There was a cloth roll
next to them that he slowly unfurled and my mind began shrieking in fear as I
saw the handle of a knife, several pointed instruments, and hemostats. After
all the horror movies I had seen, I knew they were this fucker’s torture kit
and tears ran from my eyes and down my cheeks.
Dirk took one of the nipple clamps
and began applying it to my right tit. I mournfully begged him to release me. I
would have done anything for him to let me go at that point. He attached the
second clamp to my other nipple and then began turning the little wheel to
adjust just how hard it gripped me. I winced out in pain and moaned loudly for
him to stop. When he did, he began torturing my mind along with my body.
He left again, and when he came
back, he had a small television with a built in tape player. He sat it on the
table and pushed in the tape. When it started playing, I saw one of his past
witches hanging from his contraption. Her left breast was already hanging out
in view, and then I saw him stand in front of the girl as she twisted in fear
of him. I watched him rip the front of her top down to reveal her other breast
as well, and then as he worked the camera back to see more of the girl, I saw
the very same table that was now sitting in front of me.
I watched in horror as the girl
began acting as fearfully as I felt at the moment. He grabbed the very same
nipple clamping devices now attached to me, and placed them on her nipples.
When he twisted the knobs tightly, tears ran down my face like a river. I knew
he was purposely torturing my mind over what he was going to do to me. Dirk
came over to me and applied even more pressure on the clamps and I cried
uncontrollably knowing I was in the hands of a twisted nut job about to
mutilate me. I knew for sure this would be my last night on earth.
He stepped aside and I saw on the
screen the girl went livid with fear as Dirk picked up a long, thin metal
skewer from the table. It was nothing more than a sixteenth of an inch metal
rod, about eight inches in length. I looked down at the table in front of me
and saw it contained that very implement he was holding on the tape. I watched
him as he went up to the girl, grabbed her right boob in his fingers and pulled
it downward to expose the smooth top of it. I started to understand what he was
about to do, and sure enough, in his other hand he held the instrument
horizontally to her breast. He was going to stab her with it, and probably
several times. What in the world could cause a man to enjoy torturing such a
beautiful young girl in such a perverse way?
The girl’s body stiffened as he put
the point of the skewer to the side of her breast and my mind freaked out as I
watched the girl reacting in utter terror as the point disappeared into her
flesh. He took his hand away and I saw it hanging from the girl’s boob and
bobbing around as her body heaved under the pain.
Dirk snapped my attention back to
him when he said, “I’m sorry for lying to you, but I never went to jail for
molesting that girl… but I did go to prison over this one.”
My mind went numb with fear while I
saw on the screen Dirk as he grabbed onto the girl’s boob again, and twisted
the skewer further into her breast, so far that I saw the point coming out the
other side. My heart skipped several beats as I tried to understand what this
asshole was doing to my brain on purpose. How could he plan on doing such
heinous acts to me? And to show me before hand made him the most evil person in
the world. When Dirk backed away on the screen, the sight of seeing the girl’s
punctured breast heaving in pain left me ready to faint.
When I saw that Dirk was heading for
the table to retrieve the same skewer, my body went into a full body tremble
over the thought of him doing that to me. When he approached me holding that
damn thing out to stab me with it, I continued screaming into my gag, closed my
eyes, and didn’t open them again until I felt the needle’s sharp point on the
instrument poking into me. Just the point of the thing made me jump as far as
the bars would allow. I couldn’t begin to explain the pure evil in Dirk’s eyes
as he slowly twisted the skewer, and leaned forward to kiss my cheek.
“I bet you’ve never been this scared
in your life, have you?”
I shook my head quickly trying to
appease him. And then that bastard, that son of a bitch showed me just how
worried I should be as he kissed me again, applied a little more pressure to
the skewer and said to me in a whisper, “Happy Halloween! You’ll never outlive
these memories.”
As I was trying to understand what
he meant, he suddenly turned and set the implement back to the table and I was thinking
that he was giving me a moment’s reprieve. He turned back and slowly took the
clamp off my left nipple, and then suckled it soothingly. I watched as he took
off the other one and applied the same suckling motion to sooth it as well. I
had no idea what his plans were for me, but I figured I was going to be
subjected to an even worse fate.
Dirk stood back and smiled. “You
gave so many people so much fun and intrigue tonight, I knew I had to do as
much for you. I know you probably hate me right now, but I know you’ll never
forget me either. I’ve enjoyed the last two weeks getting all naughty and nasty
with you. I hope you come back to play even though Halloween is over. And by
the way, I heard Sarah telling you how I paid my other girls two hundred for
working tonight. I wouldn’t dare insult you with money… I know what you came
here for tonight, and I think you would admit that I just paid you quite
handsomely.”
What the hell was he talking about?
Was this… had he just been screwing with my head? But the girl on the tape… it
was too real to be faked.
Dirk began smirking as he saw my
mind relaxing from the terror he had instilled, and he unlocked the door to my
prison. After six hours, I couldn’t stand up on my own and I fell forward. He
caught me in his arms as I fell and held me to his chest. I wrapped my arms
around him to steady myself and felt him working the tape free from the back of
my head. I was finally free, and as he worked the tattered cloth from my mouth,
I felt something for this man I had never felt before… true and unconditional
love.
I began smacking my fists against
his chest as he laughed. He asked, “So, are you ever going to forget me?”
I had hit him enough to indicate
what he had done to me and fell forward again, threw my arms around him and
swore I never would.
Dirk said once again, “Happy
Halloween, my dear child.”
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I would love to hear what you think of my first Halloween story. Just click the
link and tell me your thoughts. And stay tuned my for second chapter that will
be posted this coming Friday night (10/29/10) for this year’s scare fest. I
would also love to see pictures of your own horrifying displays and all of what
your evil little minds can dream up. Remember, it’s not offensive as long as
your actors/actresses are willing participants. Have a wildly frightful and ghoulish
Halloween.
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