"By personal invitation only – a preview of my Halloween haunted house. See scenes of horror up close and personal... you’ll be scared out of your mind!" said the invitation.
You read through the odd card one more time as you stood outside holding the rest of your mail, wondering if this was for real or some kind of weird Halloween joke. At first, you were ready to throw it away and thought the invitation was kidding. Still, your curiosity had gotten the best of you... and besides, you did love a good scare. You wondered what kind of frights would be offered in a haunted house.
As you pulled to the curb on Halloween night and checked the address on the card again, you thought at first that you must have made a mistake. No, the address checked out – but this old warehouse certainly didn’t look promising. As you looked at the forbidding shadowed entrance, though, you had to admit that it certainly set the mood well. Besides, you noticed a small hand-painted sign on one side of the door with "Haunted House" printed in simple letters.
You walked up and knocked on the door. Instead of an answer, you felt the door push inward, and heard a recorded voice intone deeply "Good Eeeevening! Welcome to our House of Terrors, where only the strong will survive! Enter at your own peril!"
You were startled for a moment, then laughed to yourself. "That’s sort of original – not having anyone meet you at the front door." You walked into the hallway immediately ahead, then turned in surprise as the door automatically shut behind you. Carefully you began to walk through the dimly-lit hallway, expecting to be surprised at any moment.
Instead, though, you were disappointed at the relatively low quality of the effects you saw as you continued to walk through the haunted house. Most of the decorations were fairly cheaply done, and nothing different than you had seen before. Even more annoying, there was nothing special about this thrill house – not a single effect that couldn’t be seen by a 10-year-old, much less a grown woman. Apparently this was some kind of rip off, you thought to yourself, and you began to express your displeasure out loud as you continued to walk through the exhibits.
"Oooooh, I’m so scared!," you taunted as you looked at a series of plastic masks on the wall, then watched as cheap lights shone on them in a prearranged order. No response was heard except for the background music you had heard since you arrived, and you grew bolder in your complaints. "C’mon, this is so lame! I can’t believe you asked me to see this." You walked next into a room of wax figures, posed around a collection of medieval torture equipment. On the walls were glass panels (windows?) but you couldn’t see anything behind them. What was back there you wondered.
At the very end, a wax figure wearing a monster mask stood near a door with a glowing "THIS WAY TO THE EXIT" sign above it. "You’ve got to be kidding!" you yelled as you looked at the sign. "This is all you’ve got? I can’t believe I wasted my time with this." You walked toward the wax figure, frustrated as you began to dig through your purse for your car keys. "I’m outta here – this stuff won’t scare anyone!"
As you passed by the wax figure, though, suddenly its right arm reached out and grabbed your left arm, while the other hand reached upward and sprayed some kind of mist right into your startled face and open mouth! You had only a moment to react before your head began to spin and you started to slump to the floor, but it was enough time to vaguely hear a voice from beneath the monster mask, "Ah, my dear, the tricks and treats in our show are only just beginning."
You awoke slowly from your drug-induced slumber, to discover that your arms were chained loosely to a nearby wall! The chain had about two feet of slack between your wrists, as well as another 2-3 feet of slack from your wrists to the wall attachment near the floor. You were still fully dressed, although the slit of your dress was opened sufficiently to see most of your legs up to the tops of your thighs. Otherwise you didn’t feel assaulted or violated…. or scared – at least not yet!
Then suddenly you noticed a door adjacent to you opened, and the monster-masked wax figure entered. Of course, as you mentally corrected yourself instantly, he obviously wasn’t really a wax figure – now the question was, what in the hell was he?
"Oh good, you’re awake," he said as if to himself, and walking over proceeded to kneel immediately in front of you. Ignoring your questions, he began to unbutton your long green dress from the bottom until it parted at your waist. Then he tore off your pantyhose, revealing lacy black string bikini panties below. He resumed unbuttoning your dress, discovering quickly that you had chosen not to wear a bra tonight as he exposed your bare breasts to his view. You reached out your hands through the cuffs in an attempt to push the green fabric back over your body, but to no avail. Your futile queries as to what was going on began to turn to pleas for mercy and apologies for your earlier insults. "Please, please – I’ll do whatever you want – just don’t hurt me. What do you want me to do?" His only response was to tear most of your dress from your body, leaving your clad in skirt remnants, your blouse and your skimpy lace panties. "Oh shit" was your only thought.
Reaching around you, the masked man released the cuffs around your wrists, then immediately pulled your wrists in front of your body and reattached them with black leather cuffs. He then pulled down a metal hook that you had not previously noticed, and attached it to your wrist cuffs. Before you could react, your captor began to pull on another rope, and you found your wrists being drawn upward toward the ceiling. In moments you found yourself standing on your tiptoes, with your arms hanging from the hook above you. He then attached a spreader bar to your ankles, forcing them far far apart and leaving your legs invitingly spread. The masked man rubbed your crotch through your panties, momentarily stimulating your pussy despite your growing apprehension. Now you were beginning to get REALLY scared!
Twisting your body around, the masked man then began to roam his hands all over your body, feeling you up from top to bottom. All you could do was try to twist away, and continue to plead over and over, "Why are you doing this? What do you want from me?" Finally, your captor looked directly into your face and stared into your eyes as he replied, "I want you to be scared. You said that you wanted to be really scared. So, are you scared yet?" Without waiting for an answer, he left your hanging there as he exited the door.
A few minutes later, he returned and looked into your eyes once again. "Let me explain to you how this is going to work. From now on you cannot say no to anything I want to do to you. Since you’ve so blatantly bad mouthed my Halloween exhibits, you will now have to pay the price. I have planned a series of "tricks" for you to see if I can change your mind about my exhibit. Eventually, if you perform admirably and change your mind, you MAY be allowed to receive a "treat" and allowed to go home. However, if you do not comply, you will be subjected to an endless series of "tricks." Do you understand?"
You reply meekly "Yes......anything that pleases you." You begin to feel waves of apprehension in your body.
