Halloween Whore Night

Content Warning: CNC

**This story is purely a fantasy. In reality, the acts demonstrated should only be practiced with informed consent. All characters over 21.**

My lips slightly part as I bring the red lipstick to my mouth. It's matte of course (can't have red smeared down my chin halfway through the night) in the shade aptly named "Starlet Sinner." I finish applying the coat and rub my lips together. Whipping out my phone, I send a selfie to my friends.

I hear the group text going off immediately and I smile. Caroline and Sel are the best hypewoman around. We made it through our college years in our tiny apartment and now we're all adjusting to post-grad life. I know they would totally come see me if they were available but they both have work tonight.

My dressing room door abruptly opens and my supervisor walks in. Luckily, I still have my pink robe on. But something tells me David wouldn't mind getting a peek at me naked. He's five years older than me and technically my boss but the way he looks at me sometimes...

"Lacey's out with the flu. Can you sub for her tonight?"

Immediately, I perk up. Lacey typically plays a nurse in the last room of our haunted house. The scene serves as the finale for the whole event and has the highest production value. I haven't walked through it yet but I know it involves Lacey being attacked by patients in an insane asylum. It's not very original but it's a fan favorite.

I make eye contact with David in the mirror. "Who's gonna do my part?"

I usually play a seductive vampire in one of the beginning rooms. I pretend to suck on the necks of the other actors while jumping out at guests intermittently. It may not be the most coveted role but it's still pretty significant.

"Don't worry about it. Sylvia's covering you." David smirks and reveals a costume from behind his back. "Change into this quick-places in 20!"

I grab the costume from him and with one last lingering look he leaves the room. I remove the plastic and take it off the hanger. Yep. It's the typical "sexy nurse" Halloween costume. A white form fitting dress with a red cross on the apron. There's a zipper on the front but it looks more aesthetic than functional. When I unzip it from the top it stops just below the chest. comes with stockings, heels, and a stethoscope.

I throw my robe on the back of my chair and heck the tag on the dress. I scoff in disbelief. There's no way this is gonna fit. Lacey is shorter and leaner than me. The costume is literally tailored to her. Did they really not have an extra?

I suck in as I shimmy into the too tight costume. It glides over my hips relatively easily but catches on my pink satin bra. I hop a couple times but the zipper part won't pass over my tits. I groan in annoyance and unhook my bra. Flinging it on top of my robe, I look in the mirror.

God, I'm hot. I don't mean to be vain but I do take pride in my appearance. Caroline has teased me for my cockiness but I like to say it's just confidence. I grab my cell phone again and unabashedly take pictures of myself. The zippered section pushes up my D cups-making them perkier than usual.

After admiring myself for several more seconds, I zip myself the rest of the way in with only a bit of resistance. I turn to the side and adjust the garment so it covers all my curves.

There's another slight issue with the costume. On Lacey, the dress hits mid thigh. Sexy, yet appropriate. On me, the dress is like lingerie. It barely covers my ass-maybe going two inches past it. I'm not gonna be able to bend over all night or else I'll be totally exposed. I need to be careful tonight. Hopefully the scene doesn't require too much agility or coordination. If I have to crouch, bend, or sit tonight I'm gonna be screwed.

I hear the five minute warning over the intercom and walk out of the dressing room. The red pumps I chose to pair with the outfit accentuate my legs and I notice some of the other scare actors checking me out. The shoes are honestly pretty comfortable plus it will persuade my scene partners not to chase me.

As I shuffle down the hallway I notice I have to adjust my dress every ten seconds. The material rides up my thighs as I strut and I have to pinch the bottom to keep my panties covered. This is gonna be a lot more annoying then I thought.

Someone taps my shoulder from behind and I jump.

"Sorry didn't mean to scare you?" I turn around and recognize one of my favorite coworkers.

"Leo! What's up?"

Leo is one of the nicest guys I know and we hang out after work regularly. Sometimes I wonder if we have sexual chemistry but I never act on it because he's a year younger than me. I refuse to deal with the maturity disparity.

"Heard you were the nurse tonight. I'm one of the mental patients."

Leo is a swing so his role varies from week to week. I'm glad I will have someone I'm comfortable with in the room. I know he'll go easy on me with the "chasing."

"Yay! I'm so excited."

I feel guilty for being so happy but this situation just keeps getting better. I get to be the star of the finale and I get paid to hang out with my friend all night. Kinda makes me hope that Lacey is out for a few more days.

If I remember the training correctly, the nurse has a pretty simple routine. All I have to do is pretend to check files while actors restrained by straight jackets sneak up on me. In a certain part of the music I turn around and drop my clipboard. There's some structured improv as the psycho patients gang up on me. As soon as they grab me I scream and the whole scene resets.

The sequence lasts two minutes and we get a little break in between. The final room is unique because it is an enclosed room while the rest of the haunted house is a maze of hallways. In groups of ten, guests are ushered inside to watch the finale.

Leo and I walk into the room and I smile in delight. The employee entrance leads to a room that looks exactly like a seclusion room in a psych ward. Every surface is covered with white foam padding. I step onto the cushion floor and wobble in my heels. I'll probably take them off by the end of the night.

The room is bare except for a dark brown chest splattered with fake blood. It looks locked so it might just be for decoration only. There's a wall directly in front of me that is split in half horizontally. The top half is made of plexiglass while the bottom is cushioned like the rest. This ensures that the audience has an unobstructed view of the show.

A red light flashes from the top left corner. That signals that the house has officially opened. Leo excuses himself to change. Typical boy leaving it until the last second.

It will take the first group of guests a couple minutes to reach the back of the house so I take my time getting ready. I find my prop clipboard attached to the back of the door and grab it. Eerie music floats through the space and I know it's time.

I hear the first group of guests enter but I pay them no mind. I mindlessly flip the papers in the clipboard and pace in front of the window. Walking in heels on this padded floor should be considered an Olympic sport.

In my periphery I spot a guest with a black cap point dramatically behind me. Looks like the other actors have entered the room. I pretend not to notice the guests shouting a warning (some of them sarcastic and some of them serious). As the music crescendos, I feel a strand of my hair being pulled slightly. I look behind me and jump in fright.

I don't really have to act too much because the makeup and wardrobe department created some truly sinister looks. There are three men standing in front of me but oddly Leo isn't one of them. Maybe he enters the scene later.

They are all dressed in white straight jackets littered with blood splatters and stains. Loose pants and bare feet complete the outfit. Each man has a different makeup look but the styles complement each other well.

The middle guy's face has been transformed into a skull. The white and black shading make him look more skeletal than human. The man to the left of him has a Joker-esque look. Red paint has been smeared in the corners of his lips and flicked upward to recreate the infamous smile. He has other red and green markings similar to that of a clown but he makes it look intimidating. The third man looks like the main guy from The Crow movie. Precise black lines slashed vertically through his eyebrows and dark circles under his eyes. There's also a black smile line much like the Joker's.

I notice their arms are not restrained by their straight jackets. My eyes catch on the weapon Skeleton Man is currently wielding. His forearms flex as he tightens his grip on the scissors. They must have cut themselves out while my back was turned. I shudder and take a step back. Skeleton Man closes the distance while his friends hang back.

My back hits the wall as the music builds. Skeleton Man raises the scissors above me. Right on cue, I let out a blood curdling scream and the lights cut out as the scissors swing in my direction.

I hear the guests shuffle out. There's a final scare as they exit the room featuring a prop body in my exact costume. I hear muted yelps of fear as the bloodied body swings down in front of the door they entered from. I bite my lip to hold in my giggles as I hear the guests rush out of the house in terror.

It's pitch black on the actor side of the room as the last few stragglers scurry out. The lights flicker on and I only see Skeleton Man standing in front of me. Looks like his buddies went back out the employee entrance to go to their start marks.

"That was so fun! I'm Taylor by the way-apparently Lacey is sick tonight."

I reach out my hand to introduce myself but Skelton Man just stares at me. It's a bit unnerving how still he as he studies me. His silent perusal makes me feel like some sort of lab experiment.

"Okay...I guess you're really into character."

I try to step to the side but I notice my movement is restricted. I look down and spot the scissors buried in the fabric of my dress-effectively pinning me to the wall. He stabbed the very sharp and very REAL scissors to the left of my waist. The dress is so tight I'm surprised he didn't nick me at all.

"What the fuck? Where are the prop scissors?

How do you even have these? And stabbing the costume, really? You're gonna have to explain to Wardrobe why there's a tear in Lacey's outfit."

As I attempt to lecture him, Skeleton Man smirks and grabs the scissors. There's no real weapons in the props department so he must have brought them from home. What a fucking amateur.

"You could have seriously hurt me with those you know? Is this your first night working?" God it seems like it's his first night on Earth.

I bet this asshole skipped all the safety meetings. And the fact he's not apologizing and immediately begging for my forgiveness is ridiculous. I can't wait to report him to David. We have five minutes before the scene restarts so I'm going to do exactly that.

As I walk forward, the employee door comes flying open. I stumble back as Joker and Crow stalk toward me. My hair is tugged harshly and I whip my head to keep my eyes on Skeleton Man. What the fuck is this?

"I don't know if this is some joke you like to do with Lacey...but I'm not laughing." I back up a few steps and take off my heels. "This is my first time playing the nurse and I need you guys to be professional."

The three of them stand completely still. The only sign they are alive is the slight rise and fall of their chests. They're not even blinking frequently which adds to the creep factor. With my red pumps dangling in my hands, I step around them to exit.

As my hand grasps the handle, the Crow's fist stops it from opening. Hot breaths hit the back of my neck as I gasp. A hand grazes my waist and I spin around.

"How fucking dare you? You have no right to touch me. I don't know who you are but congratulations on losing your job. You perverted fucking-"

Skeleton Man's fingers wrap around my throat, effectively cutting off my rant. I take shallow inhales of breath as my eyes bug out of my head. Who are these people?

"The more you fight us...the harder we'll fuck you."

I don't recognize his voice or his face beneath the makeup. I'm suddenly terrified that these people don't even work here. I scan the room.

I know there's a panic button in here somewhere. My gaze catches on a small red button under the plexiglass and I formulate a plan. I can outsmart 3 idiots who broke into a haunted house.

"Fine. I'll do what you want." I lower my eyes to the ground. "Just please don't hurt me."

It kills me to act so weak in front of these douchebags but I just want to get out of this situation as quickly as possible. Maybe I'll get compensated if I act super traumatized by the experience. It's too bad because I would've killed this part all night if the regular workers were here.

"Unzip that tight little dress of yours. Give us a sneak peak." Joker smiles tauntingly at me.

My free hand shakily hovers over my zipper. I make eye contact with all three of them as I lower it jerkily. One inch. Then another. More of my cleavage pops out and I watch their own lust distract them. The moment they are under my spell, I launch my stilettos in their direction.

I don't wait to see if it made contact but I hear a low pained grunt as I sprint toward the red button. It's only ten feet but it feels like a mile the way my heart is racing. I hurl myself toward the button and pound it like my life depends on it. Because it kind of does.

I smile in victory as I turn around. The three punks aren't running away though. They don't seem concerned at all. Probably because the blaring alarm sounds are suspiciously absent.

I spin and face the button in confusion. I hit it again then a couple more times for good measure. Is this thing just for show?

Skeleton man chuckles as he advances toward me. Without my heels, he towers over me. They all look at least a foot taller and way broader than me. I'm so fucked.

"Sorry we forgot to tell you Tay-Tay. Crow here dismantled that tricky little button when the lights went out."

Chills run down my spine. Tay-Tay? These people know who I am. Not only that- they're using the nickname my coworkers call me. Suddenly, I feel sick to my stomach.

"Please." I swallow thickly. "I don't know what this is or who put you up to it but you're not gonna get away with it. More guests plus the haunt guide will be here in less than three minutes."

"And what will they see?" This time it's Crow who speaks with a deep timbre. "A poor little nurse struggling and screaming as patients attack her...sounds exactly like what the scene is supposed to be."

"No you can't do this to me!" I take a deep breath and shout as loud as I can. "HELP! HELP ME! DAVID HELP-"

Skeleton Man's hand slaps over my mouth as he harshly presses my head into the plexiglass wall.

"Shut the fuck up. God your voice is annoying. Joker, go to the chest."

I watch in horror as Joker opens the chest and pulls out a circular piece of metal attached by a leather strap. He smiles maniacally and tosses it to Skeleton Man. Is that supposed to go in my mouth?

I shake my head vigorously and Skelton Man sighs.

"Sluts like you are always so difficult. Crow-a little help please."

Crow stoically walks toward me and lowers himself to his knees. I watch helplessly as he lowers my zipper the rest of the way. My tits flop out of their confinement-right in front of his face. I cringe in embarrassment and move to cover my chest but the look Skeleton Man gives me makes me freeze in fear.

His green eyes flash in approval as I keep my hands at my sides. Crow blows a streak of air on one nipple and I stand on my tippy toes to escape the sensation. He does it to the other one causing both nipples to pebble. He brings his hands up to my tits and pinches my peaks cruelly.

I open my mouth to scream but Skelton Man uses that as an opportunity to put the ring gag in. I uselessly try to shove at it with my tongue but within a couple seconds the leather is secured behind my head. I shout and attempt to form words but it sounds muffled. Tears spring in my eyes at the humiliation of having some sort of freaky bondage device forced in my mouth.

Skeleton Man smirks at me. "Much better."

Crow increases the pressure on my nipples and tugs on them. He stretches them so far I arch my back to lessen the strain. I have no choice but to follow him as he leads me by my nipples.

When I reach the center of the room, Crow twists my nipples one more time before releasing. I let out a huff of air through my gag. That fucking hurt.

Skeleton Man comes up behind me and breathes hotly in my ear. He uses one hand to trap my wrists behind my back and the other grabs the bottom of my dress. It's ridden up so much during the struggle that it barely covers my pussy. He pushes my dress above my waist before grazing his fingertips across my panties.

"Did you wear these cute pink panties for us!" I mumble my disapproval. "And you're soaking them."

My eyes sting as I register his comment. All the excitement of the night plus the dirty talk has inevitably turned me on. I can feel how sodden the fabric is as he circles over my slit. He rubs me gently but thoroughly through my panties and I do everything in my power not to moan.

Skeleton Man cups me fully and I gasp at the feeling. His large palm and long fingers easily cover my mound. My hips involuntarily rock into his hand and he tightens his grip on me. He uses three fingers to press against my clit. He spanks my pussy sharply and I jolt.

"Don't worry, princess. I know you like the rough treatment."

My other two captors are suspiciously quiet as Skeleton Man toys with me. He uses his middle finger to push my own panties inside of me. He can barely get an inch inside with the fabric but that doesn't stop him. He pushes in and out shallowly. A moan creeps it's way up my throat but before I can release it-the door opens.

Not the employee entrance door but the door for guests to view the room. I hear the music restart for the scene and I sigh in relief. If I can just make eye contact with the guide then maybe he will see my distress. Hopefully, my partial nudity and the missing scene choreography will tip him off.

I use all my strength to jerk my body so that I'm facing the window. Skeleton Man doesn't mind it as he continues to torment me through my underwear. I desperately search for someone in uniform but I only see the guests. Most of them gawk at me as I plead at them with my eyes.

As I try to communicate that this is real and I'm in danger, I notice my reflection in the glass. My dress is hanging around my waist with a giant hole in it from the scissors. My tits heave up and down as I breathe. My poor nipples are red and engorged from their mistreatment.

Skeleton Man has manipulated my panties so much that my pussy lips are now totally visible. My lipstick is smudged in the corner while I shout through the ring gag.

A lot of the male guests are enjoying the show. I see one guy in his mid 30s straight up grab his crotch. I glance away as he rubs himself through his jeans. That guy certainly won't help me.

I cry and drool as the guests watch me. I'Ve always wanted to be the star of the show but not like this. I'm just a sex object for the amusement of these three sickos and now I have an audience as well. Where the hell is the tour guide?

Skelton Man yanks my panties upward so that they're tight against my clit. He saws them between my pussy lips. Back and forth I feel the friction and it's driving me insane. A high pitched moan escapes my mouth and I swear I can feel his satisfaction.

He pulls them up sharply and they sting my clit as they rip. I scream right on the musical cue and he laughs. He did that on purpose. Fucker.