You never feel more alive than when you are fighting for your life, so come and join us in the House of Frightful Delights for a unique experience that will fulfill your fantasies in a way that you will not forget!
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.
