*As always, this is a fantasy. Hellie is a fictional person who is always at her absolute wettest and horniest. Never ever ever EVER do anal without lube, do not practice CNC with strangers-- basically, don't try this at home, kiddies. Happy Halloween.*
The haunted house was Trevor's idea. Hellie usually worked on Halloween-- she worked for a party store, for goodness sake-- but this year she'd gotten the night off, and so her roommate insisted on taking her to the Halloween carnival.
"C'mon Hells," said Trevor. "You know what Halloween means for me. It's the gayest holiday!"
"I know that Trevor, I'm queer too!" Hellie reminded him. "But I was just going to take it easy tonight. Wear my pjs, hand out candy."
Trevor gave her a look. "Hellie, it's already fucking dark. Let's get you into your costume and get the fuck out of here."
"My costume?"
Trevor nodded. "I have the perfect one for you, Hells." He reached into his pocket and pulled out several mini candy bars. "Here, eat some candy and get into the fucking spirit."
Her mouth full of chocolatey goodness, Hellie followed Trevor into his room and watched him change into a scantily clad, black-winged demon creature. He tossed Hellie something red and strappy, along with a red horned headband. She was the devil in a red pleather bikini and fishnets. The bikini had clearly belonged to skinny, flat-chested Trevor, and Hellie secretly loved the way her large breasts bulged and poured out of the small cups, the way the sides of the panties squeezed into her love handles.
Trevor cloaked Hellie in a sparkly red cape, and the two of them walked several blocks to the edge of campus, where the Halloween carnival was held.
Officially, the carnival was a joint endeavor between the college campus and the city, but everyone knew that it was really for the college kids. The building used for the haunted house had even once been student housing. Now it was abandoned and probably should've been condemned. It added an especially unsettling element of danger as Hellie, Trevor, and some of his friends slunk inside amongst a crowd.
The building's old, empty hallways had been filled with makeshift tunnels, fake walls, a mirror maze, cob webs, iron bars, and white sheets. Hellie and the others screamed in delight as cardboard monsters popped out, rubber bats fell from the ceiling, and actors came running out to chase them with prop knives and fake chainsaws and masks. A witch seemingly cooked someone alive in a boiling cauldron. Behind bars, a bleach-blonde Paris Hilton lookalike was fastened to a chair, screaming as she was sprayed with fake green wax by a guy in a white mask. A headless man lurked in a dark corner, and a dead-faced skeleton chased them around mirrored halls.
When they finally got out, Trevor groaned. "I think I have a bruise!" He'd bumped into one of the mirrors.
"Let's get you some water or a slushie," Hellie said.
"I am NOT going back in there," Trevor said.
"I kind of want to go back," Hellie admitted. "But let's make sure you're okay first."
The crew grabbed slushies, popcorn, and caramel apples, and once Trevor felt better, they checked out the rides. The night went by in a haze of nostalgic, sugary fun, and as the crowd began to thin, Hellie told her friends that she wanted to go back into the haunted house.
"Fine," Trevor said. "But I'm swinging on that guy in the mirror maze."
The night was winding down, and staff outside the haunted house cautioned the group that it would be closing soon. They moved through the hallways all the more carefully. Trevor and Hellie clung to each other until an evil clown jumped between them, screaming.
Hellie froze at the sight of the scary clown. As Trevor and the others shrieked and ran, she felt hands grab her from behind and suddenly she was pulled backward.
"Hey--"
Suddenly, Hellie was in darkness. She heard the slam of a door and realized she'd been pulled into another room. She reached out her hands, feeling for the wall.
"Hey, what the fuck?" Her hands touched nothing.
"Hello, pretty," said a voice, and then Hellie felt them.
Hands. Everywhere. Grabbing at her hair, rubbing and squeezing her breasts, groping at her ass, cupping her between her legs. Arms lifted her and a hand slipped into her pleather panties. Hellie yelped and moaned as fingers rubbed her clit, her juicy pussy lips.
"Ooh, she's very VERY wet," said the same voice.
"I think this little devil girl wants to play," said a newer one. A large finger slipped into Hellie's mouth.
"Mmm!" Hellie whimpered but sucked the finger, pushed her legs open to let the hand in her pants slide a finger into her pussy. She moaned and writhed as the hands played with her mouth and pussy.
"So nice and wet."
There was a heavy sigh. "Her friends will be out soon. I suppose we better let her go now."
"I suppose," said the first voice, disappointed. "Maybe she'll come back alone, come back to play with us."
The hands left her, and then Hellie was ushered forward, hands on her thighs, ass, and back, and just as quickly as she'd been pulled away, she was back in the haunted house. The exit was just steps away.
She found Trevor and the others outside.
"Oh my GOD, Hells! We thought we lost you!"
Hellie giggled. "No, just having some trouble walking in these heels. Listen Trev, I'm going to head home."
"Aw really? But there's a party, come with us!"
Hellie shook her head. "I have to work tomorrow anyway," she lied. "You know I was planning to take it easy."
Trevor sighed. "Okay." He frowned. "Where's your cape?!"
They headed off in opposite directions, and Hellie went back around the corner to re-enter the haunted house.
There was a man at the entrance clearing away fake cob webs. "We're closing up," he said.
"Can I just run back through it quickly?" Hellie pleaded. "I lost my cape in there."
The man let her in.
Hellie slipped through the doors, brushed away the rubber bats that dropped onto her. She was looking for her cape, but she was also looking for the scary clown.
She reached where she thought the clown had jumped out to chase them. There was nothing there, no sign of her cape. As she looked around, put her hands on the walls to search for a fake wall or a hidden doorknob, she heard a voice.
"Looking for us, little devil?"
Hellie turned around and saw a man in a glow-in-the-dark skeleton suit. The dead-faced man from the mirror maze.
He came toward her. "Didn't you know our haunted house is closing? You could end up locked inside, all night."
Hellie swallowed. "I..."
"Turn around," he said quietly.
As Hellie turned, the skeleton pushed her into the wall. Instead of hitting something solid, Hellie felt herself push through an unlocked door. And then, again, they were in darkness.
This time, Hellie could see him- his costume glowed. "Why couldn't I see you before?" she whispered.
He grinned. "Don't know what you mean, little devil. Now why don't you come here?"
He pulled her to him, turned her around and pressed the bulge of his hard cock against her round ass, which had nearly fully eaten up her bikini bottom. He pulled something from his pocket, and Hellie heard him taking a drink.
"Tilt your head back for me, pretty. Open that mouth and throat for me, so that I don't have to open that throat myself." He poured whiskey from a flask into Hellie's mouth, cupping her chin and neck upward as he did so. Hellie gulped greedily, felt the alcohol hitting her stomach, felt her clit throb and her pussy dampen.
"That's good, that's so good, little devil. Maybe you're really an angel." The skeleton pulled the flask away, and both his hands went to her breasts, squeezing them greedily and pinching her nipples through the leather. "Did you come back to play with us?" he whispered, reaching a hand inside to grope her breasts, digging his nails into her soft flesh and making her gasp. "I think my friends will want to join us." Hellie moaned at that. "But you're all mine first," he whispered, his lips against her ear. He licked at her ear as he played with her breasts, pulling at her nipples.
His hands gradually moved down her body, over her sides and stomach, touching her hips, the tops of her thighs. Then his thumbs looped into the sides of her bikini bottoms, and he pushed them down to her knees.
"Right here, pretty," he said softly in her ear. "Right up against the wall for me."
Hellie moaned. "Fuck."
