The following story has themes of misogyny, non-consent sex, humiliation, abuse and other dark themes. If such content offends you, please do not read. This is an erotic FICTION story not meant as any sort of political or societal protest. This is purely for entertainment and never meant to happen in reality.
"Hey ugly, why don't you go drown yourself?" I yell at the ugly goofball that is staring at me through his goat mask. He's a big guy, having to be at least 6'2", not that it matters. He looks freaking stupid. Stupid, dumb and like a loser, even if it is Halloween.
"Come on Kim, the guy is just doing his job," Halley, who is one of my friends here says with annoyance in her voice. The group is walking towards the next haunted house at this attraction, but I stopped when I saw the loser staring at me. He was standing there, trying his hardest to look scary while in the shadows.
I resume my walking but refuse to stop yelling at the creep. I don't care if we are at a busy haunted house attraction. That guy is a freaking loser.
"Look at him, guys. He's the type of loser that takes this stuff way too serious. I bet you anything he wears that costume all day," I tell my friends as I walk faster to be beside the group. No one says anything but a few non-committal grunts. I know this is their way of defending the creep as they know I'll win any argument.
"We are just here to have fun," John says as if it is a reminder. Our small group hangs out every couple of weeks to fun time. We always pick something fun to do that we all will like, or at least most of us will like. And for some reason they wanted to go to one of those cheap haunted houses that pop up at Halloween.
That's how I ended up at The Haunted World, which is like 3 acres out in the middle of nowhere with lots of haunted houses. There are many different types of haunted houses, most with a different theme, but all suck. This is the place where people go to get scared, or should I say, pretend to be scared and go home talking about it.
"Why are we even here guys? We are 22 years old. We aren't stupid little teens any longer," I tell my small group as I complain about being dragged here. No one responds because it's true. Going to these fake haunted houses is so damn stupid. Stupid and a waste of money.
The houses are crap, the decorations are horrible, the location is out in the middle of nowhere, it's always crowded with teenagers or drunks and the workers are weirdos and creeps. I bet one out of every three workers here has meth on them. So tell me, how is this fun?
"Kim, come on. Don't be a bitch," Halley says in an almost warning tone. I just roll my eyes as that's about the best argument she can give. They will now just complain about me ruining their good time if I say anything more. That's how it goes with them. They ignore me then get pouty that I'm making a scene and ruining everyone's fun.
"We should be out clubbing, or at the very least a bar getting free drinks," I complain. John scoffs at this and I know why. It's because he can't get free drinks cause he's a guy. But hey, take that up with God. It's not my fault I was born a woman and beautiful. But it is my fault I keep my body banging by going to the girl five times a week, as I know that's my ticket to the good life.
"Yes Kim, these places are cheesy. They don't have movie magic quality effects, but that's not the point. The point is to pretend for a little while. To celebrate the Halloween season by letting yourself remember what it was like when you were scared of the monster in the closet," Halley says, stopping for a moment to say this while looking at me. She then walks right after, having given me what I bet she thinks is an epic speech.
"But look at the guy. He has to be one of those incels," I say pointing at the Goat Mask guy. When I turn to look at the guy fully, I get a small surprise. He's no longer alone.
The Goat Mask guy stands in the middle of two of his friends. They aren't as big or tall as he is, but they too look like losers. All three wear torn factory worker type clothing, except the Goat Mask guy is wearing a butcher's apron that used to be white when it was clean. The man on his right wears an Owl Mask while the guy on the left wears a Sheep Mask respectively.
I pause as all three of them are looking at me. They are in a small alley between two of the haunted houses, just staring at me, trying their hardest to scare me. They aren't moving, or pointing or anything. Just staring at me looking very creepy. The only issue is everyone here is dressed very similarly to them, so it doesn't mean much.
With a smirk, I raise my right hand and give them the finger. Screw them. And what sort of losers would even work here? Is that how they get off? Dressing up in costumes and scaring people? I bet you anything that's it. They get off on scaring people, most likely women. It's the best they can do since they can't ever have sex with one without paying for it.
I have to look for my group as they kept walking even if I stopped. But I see them waiting in line at the nearest haunted house. So I walk towards them, joining them without saying anything as we all wait in line. With all the people at this place, every line is so damn long.
We get in line, where my friends excitedly talk about the scares at a previous house. They are acting like little kids instead of grown adults, and I keep calling them out for it. It's so silly and stupid. I can't believe I spent money on even coming here. None of this stuff even looks real. It looks like they purchased one of those pop up Halloween stores and threw it up here.
As they keep talking about how great this place is, I pull out my compact and check myself. Despite the dust and dirt all around, my makeup still looks in check. Seeing this makes me smile, or maybe that's just from seeing my face. I check myself out in the small mirror before looking down to pull any winkles out of my clothes, especially on my top. I love this top because how it accents my breasts.
I picked a form fitting blue top and skinny jeans to wear tonight as they accent my slender body but busty frame. When you look like I do, you can get a lot of special treatment at different places. Not at this place, as the losers working here are more interested in trying to scare you than sex, but still, a few people have turned their head to look at me. It can get you a lot of special treatment if you play it right.
"Next," the doorman says as my group moves forward to be next. The doorman is dressed in a very cheap slasher costume, making him look like the love child of Freddy, Jason and a hippo as he's so fat. It's rather pathetic to be honest, yet people still tell him how cool he looks. I wonder if it's because they feel sorry for him for how badly he's sweating.
"Can't wait," I tell the doorman sarcastically as he waves our group through. My group hurriedly rushes into the building as they can't wait to have their scares. Despite them being a group of both adult men and women, they act like little 8 year olds the way they run in, already half-scared. I, on the other hand, walk slow as I refuse to rush for anything this stupid.
"Scary," I proclaim as I roll my eyes as a figure with an eyeball hanging from the socket growls at me from what he thinks is his hidden perch right at the door. If I cared enough, I would point out to the guy that hiding behind the door is not just cheap but predictable. That this place really needs to put better thought into their planning.
The group is far ahead of me now as whenever they get scared, they run a little bit in excitement and fear. I know this because I hear them yelping and screaming, not to mention laughing after. The idiots are having a grand old time, even if I'm lost respect for them for enjoying this. It makes me want to drive them out to the ghetto and leave them so they know what fear really is. That would truly be a night of fear.
"Oh, heya Ugly! How have you been?" I say in an over the top manner as I see the Goat Mask guy. I spot him as I enter a new room that is made out to be like a house under construction. It's a small area, not much bigger than a shed where there are studs showing with little to no sheetrock everywhere. There's hooks and chains hanging down from the ceiling and everything is covered in a dim red light. I honestly don't know what theme they are going for except, "let's put a bunch of spooky shit and hope it looks scary.'
"Where are your friends?" I ask, looking around his section of the room. He's on the other side of the room, where there are studs sticking up that separates us. On his side there looks to be random construction junk to make it look spookier.
"I take it you finished giving them handjobs?" I taunt as the large man stares at me on the other side of the unfinished wall. The figure doesn't say anything to me, nor does he move. Just keeps on looking at me. I will admit, his mask does look cool in this setting as the eye holes are two black holes.
"Well, I'm sure some dumb fuck will be by soon so you can get off at scaring them," I tell him, giving the loser two sets of finger guns before I start walking. The room is rather small, but there's an open door frame on the opposite side of where you enter, making me wonder if it is meant as a hallway or connection point.
"Hey! What the fuck!" I scream as Goat Mask reaches through the unfinished wall to grab me by the throat. His meaty hand reaches out and wraps around my small tender, neck, gripping it tight, choking me. Instantly my hands go up and I start to hit his hand as hard as I can.
"Let me go you stupid shit!" I protest in grunts as he pulls me forward, lifting me right off my feet. With ease he makes me go through the wooden studs of the unfinished room. I'm now in his side of the room now, where I can clearly see the spot where the actors are supposed to hide before they scare the guests.
"What the fuck! Stop it! Stop it right now!" I scream as hands grab my arms from behind. Those hands then snake their way through my arms, holding both back tightly so I can't move them at all. Then they lift up my arms up while behind me, making me bend over slightly as my arms go painfully back.
"Help! Help! HELP!" I scream, fear rushing over me. These crazy bastards have lost it. They've really lost it. They think they are true monsters or whatever. Who knows what they have planned in their sick, crazed heads.
My screams stop as Goat Mask reaches out and rips open my top. Both of his huge hands take hold of my top at different points, where he pulls in different directions. My top rips open easily for him, like he was ripping wrapping paper. And he keeps pulling even after the shirt it ripped open, tearing huge chunks of my top off completely to destroy it. Now my entire front is seen as it is ripped off, revealing my white bra and stomach.
