The House Of Frightful Delights

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This thrill is not for the faint of heart, but for those with darker desires.

She checked the ad on her phone again. The light from the screen illuminated her whiskered cheeks and painted nose. Ellen confirmed the house number on the mailbox as Ava rolled her eyes.

"It's pretty obvious that this is it, El. Come on, let's go already." Ava's impatience was clear with her arms crossed and a finger tapping her elbow just beyond her long white gloves. Her short hair was tied back in a ponytail tucked neatly under a white cap with a red cross on it. Despite her eagerness to get on with the night's events, her partially exposed bosom was covered in goosebumps. The air wasn't cold enough for that though, it was nerves.

The gated driveway was cracked open enough for them to enter one at a time. The iron bars were adorned with standard spooky cobwebs and atop of it sat a red spray painted sign on plywood that read "House of Thrills" in dripping letters. Posted at eye level was a warning sign.

All ye who enter must be of consenting age, must provide identification of said age, and accept that whatever lies beyond will be out of your control the moment you sign in blood.

"I like that they're taking this very seriously." Ellen said thoughtfully as she passed through the gate, her belted tail swishing behind her as she walked. Ava was slower to follow her friend, rereading the warning several times before moving forward. The eagerness she was showing just a moment ago seemed to be wavering with each step.

Ava scurried up behind her feline friend as they made their way up the driveway where a small shed sat halfway between them and the large house at the top of the hill. Their steps grew heavier as they made it to the shed. The air smelled of incense and when they peered inside the open doors white eyes looked back at them.

Behind a long table was a man with colorless eyes, sheets of paper in front of him. He lifted a bony finger towards them and beckoned them inside. The girls looked at each other nervously before Ellen took a step inside.

"Identification please. Each of you take a waiver, read it, fill it out and sign it. If you refuse either, you'll be escorted out immediately." The skeleton laid out two pieces of paper next to each other along with two pens and held his hand out expectantly. Ava was the first to get her license out as Ellen had picked up a waiver, trying to soak in everything she could at once at what lay inside the house and beyond.

Ellen handed hers over as she read the second clause, her lip getting caught between her teeth.

I consent to being touched, groped, fingered and manhandled by one or more persons.

Now she had goosebumps herself. A gasp to her right told her that Ava was having similar thoughts, or at least she did until she spoke.

"Light bruising?? Ripped clothing? Ellen, are you so sure about this?" She could hear the hesitation in her friend's voice. It resonated with her own even. But inside she felt that little knot of anticipation growing. Ellen was more than sure about all of this as she initialed next to each clause.

When she got to the bottom of the form there was another pause. Interests? Limits? Again her thoughts were echoed aloud as Ava asked the skeleton to explain. He almost laughed as he questioned whether they should really be here or not, but he explained anyway

"Interests are kinks or fetishes that you like/have. Obviously we won't be able to accommodate every fetish here in the timespan you are here. Some include knife play, temperature play, anal, leashes etc."

As he casually rattled them off both girls could feel their cheeks burning. They did their best not to look at each other's papers as they scribbled a word or two down.

"As for limits, that is something that you absolutely do not want to happen to you. Some limits might be face slapping, double penetration, watersports, stuff that you cannot or do not want to stomach."

Ava handed her paper over to the skeleton first while Ellen scribbled one more word in the interest section. The heat she carried in her cheeks crept down to her breast as the skeleton's eyebrow raised up and he gave her a once over before pulling out two glow bracelets. Ava's cheeks were flushed as well, and she avoided Ellen's questioning gaze when the skeleton looked between the two of them reflectively.

One band was yellow, the other was red. He handed the red to Ellen and the yellow to Ava. They put them on their right wrists and with a small wave the girls were turned out of the shed to continue their trek up the hill.

"Have a good fright!" The skeleton called, accompanied by a dark laugh that quickened both girls' steps.

Ellen adjusted her belted tail over her black tights. The fabric was fairly thin as the breeze reminded her when they got to the front door. It was left slightly ajar, just as the gate was. It was both inviting and intimidating. She took a nervous glance over her shoulder at Ava, then pressed her hand on the door to open it wider. It creaked on its hinges and the cat took a step back.

"W-we can still back out now, El. No shame in that." Ava stammered as she looked into the dark, empty hallway before them. Ellen shook her head, turning to her friend.

"No, we came here to do this, and we will. Here. How's a little wager? Whoever doesn't make it through the whole thing or who has to safeword will have to buy lunch for a week. And will be the other's personal slave."

Ava crossed her arms and made a frustrated noise, obviously upset that she'd have to continue onward. "Fine, Ellen. It's a deal. Let's get this the fuck over with then." With an annoyed bravado, Ava slammed the door the rest of the way open and stormed inside- only to immediately scream as her wrist was grabbed and she was dragged into the parlor room.

Ellen just stood there, stunned and unable to process what had happened so quickly. She looked around and saw yellow gleaming eyes too close for comfort, and then a wolf's howl that set her heart racing as she ran inside after her friend.

Ava was held with her arm behind her back and her mouth covered with a gloved hand. Her skimpy nurse outfit had a button break almost right away. Her grey eyes were wide with panic and Ellen barely assessed the other risks in the room before launching forward and grabbing at the hand on Ava's mouth. She yanked hard just as Ava kicked her way free and both went tumbling into the hallway and onto the ground.

When Ava scrambled to her feet, hyperventilating, she nearly smacked her head into the front door- which was now padlocked closed. She smacked the door, yelling for help as Ellen fell against the door next to her, her own heartbeat as loud as Ava's fist. The assailant hadn't chased them out of the room, but the house was eerily quiet.

"W-we h-have to move forward, A-ava. We don't have another choice. H-hold onto me, o-okay?" Ellen said, barely above a whisper. Shakily, she got to her feet and helped pull her friend to her own. Now with hands clasped tightly, they skirted the parlor room and deeper into the house. The next room was on their left and they both peered in.

The room was eerily normal, something neither of them expected as they looked into the wide living room. The lights were off and there was a projector sitting on the table, facing a blank canvas. They looked around warily, not seeing any movement before moving over to inspect it.

"Are we stupid enough to sit and watch this?" Ava asked, her wits slowly returning to her.

"I don't want to say yes but.. curiosity killed the cat, right?" Ellen replied, sitting down on the couch, her hand hovering over the on button for the projector. She wrinkled her painted nose while she raised an eyebrow to her friend, who rolled her eyes in reply and sat down with a thud next to her. There was a small click and a whur of machinery as the projector was brought to life.

When the picture came into focus, the hairs on the backs of their necks stood on end. They saw the very couch that they were sitting on, and they sat stock still as three women walked cautiously onto the screen, each linked arms with the other. They inspected the room much like Ava and Ellen had, and all sat down and pressed play just like they did.

The girls couldn't see what the women watched, but they could hear it. They could see their reactions, covering the gasps and whimpers with a quick hand. It was Ellen who saw movement from the fireplace on the screen first, and her hand shot out to grip Ava as she checked the fireplace just then.

By the time the woman closest to the fireplace had spotted the man, it was too late. He had lunged atop of her, pinning her to the couch. Her friends screamed, one bolting for the hallway, abandoning the others. The middle friend managed to hit the masked man once before her fist was caught by another man who appeared from behind the couch.

The one who had been pounced on had her hair pulled sharply as she was forced onto her knees, her schoolgirl skirt forced up high on her hips as his hand came down hard on her light brown skin. She shrieked and squirmed but he easily kept her exactly as he wanted her.

Ava couldn't sit still any longer, she shot up and glared around the room, and shouted "Do you get off on terrorizing girls? Huh?! Show your fucking faces!" Ellen's trembling hand covered her mouth as the screen switched to a picture of Ava standing and pacing the room, challenging the unknown to show themselves.

In the bottom corner of the screen "LIVE" sat in red bold letters, and when Ellen stood she confirmed it very much was. And still no one came for them. She checked the fireplace and it was indeed empty. Ellen was shaken pretty badly by this point.

She found her hand on Ava's arm again and they stepped back into the hallway. Each set of eyes scanned the way to the parlor room before turning onward and into the kitchen. The smell hit them first. On the counter sat assorted bits of fingers, tails, ears and tongues on bloody cutting boards. Ava pointed up towards the cabinet and whimpered "Wh-what does that say?". Ellen's eyes followed to see a butcher knife partially buried in the white cabinet door, dripping blood onto the counter below. Pinned to the wood was a hastily scrawled note:

"Missing Ingredients:

-Nurse's pulsing heart

-Smokey grey eyes "

Ava was in a hazed out trance as she made her way over to the note. Her hand went to the handle of the knife and she yanked it, finding it fairly wedged in. She added her other hand and tried again as Ellen squeamishly poked one of the fingers on the board. It was fake. The momentary sigh of relief that escaped her lips was quickly snatched back in as her friend's startled shriek brought her back to the reality of the situation.

"Oh my god it is real! The fucking knife is REAL! Okay we have to leave, like now. Like now now. Oh fuck it's real!" Ava had freed the knife and touched the blade, finding it sharp and sending it clattering to the floor with her outburst. It was during her panic that all at once chaos erupted.

Two doors burst open at once just as the hallway echoed with thunderous steps. The door by the refrigerator leading outside seemingly opened by its own accord while the one opposite of it had two hooded figures pour out into the kitchen and towards the shrieking girls.

Upon the basement door lurching open, Ellen had seen her chance and had bolted outside, nearly falling down the few steps onto the grass. When she looked over her shoulder she saw Ava wasn't right behind her nor were any attackers. Taking a deep breath, she dug in her heels and turned to dash back inside. Her heart pounded in her chest and it skipped a beat as she took everything in.

Ava had been cornered quickly when Ellen had made her way outside and in those few moments it took for her to return her smaller friend had been seized by both arms. Ava was pleading with the hooded figures as the one on her right gripped a fistful of her hair and slammed her cheek onto the wooden butcher block with a thud. Her body writhed between the men as they forcefully bent her arms backwards, the man on the left producing a small length of rope which was then used to bind her hands behind her back.

She was nearly crying by this point and found it hard to see her feline friend standing there with her mouth ajar in disbelief. When she did recognize her she uttered a sharp "Run!" just before the first assailant lunged for Ellen. Ava's warning was enough to save her from the same fate as her companion but she was by no means safe.

Calling out Ava's name in agony, Ellen managed not to stumble down the steps this time. Instead, she ran downhill away from the house as quickly as she could, her tail waving wildly behind her. Outside, she heard the howling from before quite clearly and too close for comfort were those yellow glowing eyes. Well aware of the man pursuing her and those eyes rising up to their full height, panic took over her course and directed her to the closest hiding place- the cornfield.

"Agghh fuck let me go! Pl-please!" Ava did what she could to stand up and struggle against the hooded men but they held fast to their sacrifice. One chuckled at her attempts at pleading and he took a liberal grope around her side to her squished breast beneath her. She cried out and tried to move away from his invasive hand but was rapidly corrected by the strong hand on her hair. It kept her against the table as strange fingers tugged at the red stained uniform concealing her bosom.

With a yelp Ava was pulled upward by her hair and it was held back to the point where her back arched painfully. Now both of her breasts were ripe for the ravaging and the men wasted no time in tugging her dress down to reveal them encased in a formally white laced bra. The one holding her hair twisted her head towards him and flashed a sadistic grin as he stared into her eyes, saying with relish "Ah, perfect. Grey eyes. Just what we needed." With a pinch of her hidden nipple, Ava found herself being dragged towards the dark staircase and all she could do was scream.

Ellen held her breath as she laid as still as she could in the dirt between the stalks of corn. The initial howl she had heard had doubled and she heard panting throughout the field but she couldn't see any of them. She was being hunted by a pack of wolves on top of the initial assailant. What little chance she had with getting out of this unscathed disappeared in the same instant that she heard Ava's scream, a frightened gasp escaping her before she could suppress it.

"Did you hear that?" Came a husky sounding voice a distance away. Her head was pointed in that direction as she thought about whether she should back away from him when a voice from much, much closer spoke in a taunting tone.

"Here kitty, kitty.."

Her mistake was looking back and making direct eye contact with the werewolf crouched down mere steps from where she laid. He wore a mask with large ears and the muzzle of a wolf, and his eyes were amber and they twinkled with delight at her imminent doom. His ripped jeans were tight in the right places and she could see the outline of his hard on.

He had seen her eyes flicker down to it and he gave another howl which both sent shivers down her spine and heat into her core. The mixing of feelings was more than enough to spur her onto her feet to run again, her feet kicking up dust to meet his dark laughter.

Ava whimpered as she was dragged to the center of the basement. The walls were draped with black sheets and within them sat a circle of candles, all lit and flickering to give the dismal room an increased feeling of foreboding.

At the focal point of the circle was an altar with chords of rope sitting atop of it, with one chain dangling from the ceiling swaying slightly.

As the trio crossed into the barrier of candles the men began to chant. Ava looked between both of them in shock, trying to catch the words they were speaking but it sounded like gibberish to her.

Stopping at the altar, the man who held her hair finally let go to untie her wrists while the other held her arm tightly. Ava watched for the moment that the one who held her was distracted by her breasts for her moment to strike. As soon as she felt the coils loosen around her wrists her knee came up with a war cry between his legs.

He cussed loudly and released her right away to tend to his pain and before the man with the rope could react Ava leapt up and headbutted him. They both staggered back a step or two, but it was a clear path to the staircase.

Ava shook her head, slightly dazed and did her best to jump over the candles and to the stairs. Her foot had barely made contact with them before her curly hair was yanked backwards. She yelped and fell back, barely able to stop the fall enough from hurting herself. Her nurse's cap toppled off of her head, lying forgotten by anyone around.

The bruise forming on the cultist's head above his seething eyes told her that her escape attempt had succeeded only in worsening things for herself. With what little resistance she had left, she spit at him and said "Go fuck yourself."

Through his gritted teeth he sneered and pulled her hair harder, promising her quite the opposite as she was not so kindly dragged back to the altar, where the other man had recovered and wasted no time in binding her hands together in front of her, then attaching the rope to the chain and slowly began hoisting her wrists into the air until her feet barely touched the ground.

She looked down her body as she tried to get a foothold, finding that stepping onto the altar eased the stress on her arms. That reprieve was short lived though, as the cultists grabbed an ankle each and stretched her legs wide. Her tight dress squeezed painfully around her thighs and she whimpered an apology. Her words fell on deaf ears as they tied her feet to each end of the altar.

The one who she had kneed brandished a knife that looked identical to the one she had found in the kitchen, terror rising in her as he brought it up to the hem of her dress, only slightly pulling the fabric away from her flesh as he sawed it in two. His cold eyes never left her frantic ones until the dress fell away from her form.

The second cultist had unclasped her bra and lifted it up to her wrists, tying it there to keep it out of the way. Ava's attention returned to the front of her as she felt the cold knife trace down between her pert breasts and down to her panty covered mound.

"I know the list said heart, but we could add a nipple or two along the way. What do you think, Nurse Ava?"

He traced one erect nipple as her breath caught. Hearing her name like this brought her fear to a new level. She shook her head as gently as she could, not wanting to knick herself on his blade.

"N-no, no h-heart, no nipples!!" she begged, her breath fast and shallow. Ava was on the verge of a breakdown as he withdrew from her sight.

The silence that followed let her heartbeat echo through the basement. When she felt the knife return to her shoulder blades she shrieked and lurched forward. It felt sharp and was icy cold, leaving a stinging sensation in it's wake. As it was lifted and moved to the top of her shoulder the chanting had begun again. She started weeping.

They were toying with her, whooping and growling as they mirrored her running through the cornfield. Ellen had tears brimming at the reality of her hopelessness and she made a last ditch attempt at evading the predators. She skidded to a halt and attempted to run the other way.