They walk through the door of the haunted house, the lights are dimmed, and a light fog swirls around their feet. He leads her through the first few scenes, all of which are working perfectly. As they turn a corner two other creatures jump out at her and she shrieks. "Dammit Jay!" she hisses then starts giggling, "I didn't know you had helper demons." She can barely make out these guys, but it looks like they are dressed similar to Jay. She begins following him again, but turns to whisper to the new guys and they've disappeared. She looks around wondering where they went when she realizes they must be doing double duty for the next scene.
He flicks on a small flashlight, its red bulb gleaming a thin crimson trail for her as he leads her into a pitch black room. She knows that she'll be left in the dark while a short recording is played then the lights will come up suddenly with the 'creatures' jumping up in her face to scare her. She stands where he leads her waiting for the sound when she feels something cold brush against her thigh. She jumps a little and makes a mental note to tell the guys to be more careful with the groups tomorrow. The recording keys up and a spotlight flashes on, but instead of being a good ten feet away from her it's centered on her exactly.
"Damn," she curses, "I knew we needed a walk thru. Jay, see what I mean, the spotlight is supposed to be over there." Even though he couldn't see her if he wanted to she points over toward the stage and she bumps into something leathery. "What the fuck?" she yelps jerking her hand back. "Jay?" she calls getting a little bit scared now. 'Maybe he was more angry than I thought?' she thinks, 'Yeah, that's it, he's trying to scare me now.' "Jay! Come on, you know you can't scare me with this stuff. Halloween is my holiday, I know all the tricks." she says crossing her arms and looking around the small circle of light.
Dark figures dart just into the edge of the light and she peers closer trying to make out if they're people or props. The black lights begin coming up slowly, filling the room with its shadowy glow. Sheila turns to head back out of the path and almost runs into the gray-faced creature. She glares up at him then turns on her heel to go the other direction but freezes in place. Looking around the dim light she sees five other figures of various creatures flexing their claws and watching her intently. Now she's really getting scared, that nervous-sick feeling snakes up through her belly and she trembles. She steps back and bumps into the solid body of the creature she thought was Jay.
'It has to be Jay, these things aren't real.' her mind rationalizes.
The creatures surge forward grabbing at her, their sharp claws tearing her t-shirt and scratching her skin. A scream finally breaks out of her throat as she swings and kicks at these beasts, trying to fight them off. The gray-faced one grabs her about the waist and picks her up off the ground effortlessly. The others rush in, quickly catching her swinging limbs, tying her wrists together as well as her ankles. She twists and struggles as they carry her toward another scene, screaming loudly until one of them shoves something in her mouth.
She chokes on the taste from the gag, trying to dislodge it with her lips and tongue, but to no avail. There's a clatter to her right and she snaps her head around to locate the source. She sees the latex half body and various instruments laying on the floor where one creature swept them off the exam table. Then she is being carried towards it and before she can even react she is dropped hard on the metal table.
The air is forced from her lungs, leaving her gasping to catch her breath. Her wrists are untied while she desperately sucks in breaths and though she resists she is no match for them. The rough rope they bind her wrists with digs into her skin as her arms are pulled up over her head and secured. She fights as they untie her ankles, landing kicks when she can, barely holding back her tears. They force her legs down and she can feel the ropes tightening on her ankles as she whimpers softly behind the gag.
They begin tearing her tattered t-shirt off of her, their claws slicing through the cotton easily. Her tears roll down her face as they shred her sports bra next, exposing her full breasts to them. She twists her body pulling the ropes, they just stand leering at her while she struggles. The creatures rub their growing bulges, watching her breasts jiggle as she thrashes around. A taloned hand reaches out and squeezes her breast tightly, the points of the nails digging into her flesh. She squeals in pain, shaking her shoulders, hoping to free herself.
She hears a zipper somewhere and she freezes, her chest still heaving as she catches her breath. She looks around frantically and sees a couple of them have taken their hard cocks out, slowly stroking them. Cold sears her stomach causing her to gasp and she can feel a sharp blade pressing flat against her skin. She lifts her head, looking down her body she sees the gray faced one holding a knife below her navel. He traces the point down the center of her jeans, pressing up slightly when drags it down her crotch as she sobs behind the gag.
Too scared to move now she drops her head back in defeat, shutting her eyes trying to block everything out. She can feel the blade slip up the leg of her jeans, the material straining as he pulls up then giving way under the sharp edge. His strength and the razor sharp hunting knife slice through the denim like it was water. The air hits her bare legs and she shivers when she feels his weight on her thighs. The waistband of her jeans is tugged hard and held away from her body, she can feel the vibrations through it as he saws through it. She whimpers when he traces her pussy lips through lace panties, the last piece of clothing she has. The cold blade slips under the edge of the panties, sliding along her skin, then carefully being pulled through the material. She looks up as they are pulled out from under her, he looks at her and smiles, sticking the cloth in his pocket. He puts the knife down, unbuttons and drops the robe he has on, never taking his eyes off her.
'Now we'll see if I recognize these guys.' she thinks, certain these are just some punks out for trouble.
She screams into the gag seeing him naked, her mind refusing to accept what she sees. His body is as gray as his face, his skin looks rough and his hard cock has thick ridges all the way down his shaft. The rustle of cloth is all around her as the rest of the creatures undress quickly, her wide eyes gazing around at each of them in disbelief. Ridges, spikes, and scales, all things that seem impossible, cover these beasts, a couple even have tails!
The gray one seems to be the leader, he motions and they all move in closer to her, their claws reaching for her as he watches. She strains against the ropes, moving any way she can to get away from the ten hands touching her, groping her. The nails scratch her skin, thin red lines all over her body, her body trembling under their touch. Her breasts are mauled roughly, her nipples tweaked and tugged as they explore her body. Her nipples have always been sensitive, sparks of pleasure growing as they are tortured and she is arching her back involuntarily. A chilly claw traces the lips of her pussy slowly and she gasps into the gag, lifting her hips in shock.
She looks down at the gray one, his hand between her thighs as he watches her face. She cries harder, tears soaking her hair even as her body responds more. Guttural groans and growls are all she hears from these beasts as they stroke their engorged cocks and maul her body. A small whirring sound comes to her ears as she arches her aching breasts up to the rough claws. A blast of cool air hits her when the break-away panel is pulled from the table, leaving her ass exposed. She clenches every muscle in her body when a tongue touches the cheek of her ass, lifting her body up with all her strength. The gray one places his hand on her chest, pushes her back down harshly and holds her firmly in place. Her eyes plead with him as she feels the tongue on her skin again, accompanied with something vibrating.
The hands all over her body knead and massage her flesh as the tongue and mouth begin their assault on her unprotected ass. She closes her eyes again, the pleasure taking over her mind temporarily. The sandpapery tongue flicks across her puckered rosebud and she groans, grinding her ass on it. The creature teases her tight ass, as she relaxes her muscles she feels a slippery finger slide quickly inside. After only a couple strokes another finger stretches her ass, pumping in and out rapidly, then a third is forced in. She moans into the gag, her body betraying her, grinding her hips, arching her back. A claw grazes her clit and she squeals, bucking her hips into the air. The fingers slip from her ass and she whimpers as something else is pressed against her tight hole. She throws her head back and screams as the object is pushed slowly into her ass, stretching her painfully. Finally her ring of muscles close around the lip and it seems to slide securely into place.
