The Maze Of Masked Men

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.**

The Maze of Masked Men

"Are we sure this is even legal?" I mutter under my breath.

Never missing a beat, Caroline replies.

"Selena, it's legal because we signed all those forms." She must see the anxiety brewing in my eyes because she grabs my hand tightly. "I promise you'll have fun."

Taylor pops her head in between us and hands us the tickets.

"Yeah, Sel! You can't bail now because we already paid for it. This is gonna be the hottest and scariest night of our lives!" She grins wickedly and turns. Her blonde curls bounce as she practically skips to the entrance of the corn maze.

I can't help but laugh. Caroline walks ahead and shoots me a look over her shoulder. Her green eyes shine with mirth as she raises an eyebrow. I nod and start following her reluctantly.

Taylor and Caroline love going to haunted houses during the Halloween season. They've even performed as scare actors in them but I've always been too nervous to go. I don't do too well with crowds or narrow spaces so they thought a corn maze would be the perfect compromise.

But this is not an ordinary corn maze by any means. It's an exclusive Halloween attraction that changes locations every year. The tickets are expensive but it's still a popular event due to the theming. The main draw is that the maze is filled with masked men from horror movies chasing and terrorizing guests. They have all the classic slasher villains: Ghostface from Scream, Micheal from Halloween, and Jason from Friday the 13th. They also feature scare actors in Purge masks and those spooky LED masks with X's over the eyes.

I catch up with my friends and witness Taylor expertly flirting with the ticket collector. I have no doubts she will end up with his phone number by the end of the night. They finish up their conversation and Caroline hands him her ticket next. I walk forward and notice a sign to the side of the entrance. In faded white letters it reads

"Beware! Do not step off the path."

I frown and make eye contact with the ticket guy.

"What happens if you step off the path?"

Logan, according to his name tag, lifts his gaze to mine and the left side of his mouth quirks up.

"If you wander off the corn maze path and into the forest...then you're basically fair game." He laughs at my obvious alarm. "Don't worry. As long as you stick to the designated path, they are not allowed to to touch you."

I scoff at his joke. There's no way that the forms we signed allows the masked men to cause any harm. They probably just chase you and get in your face if you stray from the maze.

I hand him my ticket and jog to catch up with my girls. The initial maze's width looks to be about 7 feet. There's a wall of yellow cornstalk on either side of me as I slow to a walk. The path is straight and relatively flat but the fog machines make it hard to see. I still haven't caught up with Caroline and Taylor by the time I come to a fork in the road. I shout out for Caroline but I end up grabbing someone else's attention.

"Oh my God!!!"

A man in a purge mask walks toward me from the left and raises his arm brandishing a butcher knife. He runs toward me a couple steps and I jerk to the path on my right. I jog several feet away and turn around to find that the Purger has already turned his back to me. He probably left to go scare someone else.

I can definitely feel the adrenaline rush that my friends describe when they go to events like this. I catch myself smiling and release a breath. That wasn't too bad! The actors really don't get that close to you and the ambience is fun.

As I continue my path, I notice the fog getting denser. I can barely see three feet in front of me which seems like a safety hazard if people are running. I wave my hands in an attempt to dissipate it. My left hand hits cornstalk and I pause in confusion. I put my right hand to the side and notice that it touches cornstalk too. The path seems to be narrowing. Does that mean I'm getting close to the center or is this a dead end? Maybe I will catch up with-

The revving of a chainsaw interrupts my thoughts.

I squeal and start running ahead because the sound is definitely coming from behind me. I use the cornstalk on either side of me as leverage to propel myself forward. The chainsaw is getting quieter so the guy must not be advancing on me anymore. I risk a glance behind me and see no evidence of a man with a chainsaw.

My sigh of relief is cut short though when I notice more fog rolling in. Great, now I'll have to wave my hands around like an idiot again. As I raise them, leaves crunch somewhere behind me so I turn around fully. Is the chainsaw guy back? Maybe he turned off his weapon.

I whip my head around and all I see is a sea of white. I hear soft, calculated footsteps make their way closer. Could it my one of my friends? Maybe they heard me scream. Leaves crunch even closer and I look at the ground.

One of my questions is answered as black tennis shoes appear almost an inch away from my own shoes. Caroline was wearing brown boots. Taylor was wearing pink sneakers.

I don't bother getting a better look at the masked man as I twist back around. Breaking out into a sprint, I hear the man pick up his pace slightly. He doesn't run but he walks swiftly and purposefully. As if he knows that it's just a matter of time before he catches me.

It's unnerving but for some fucked up reason I'm also a little bit turned on. I can't explain it but the twinge in my stomach tells me that a part of me is enjoying being hunted like this.

The fog continues to cloud my vision as I trip over something. A yelp escapes me as I fall into the right side of cornstalk. Some of the crops snap while I tumble to the ground. I swear I hear the man chuckle as he stalks closer.

As thrilling as the chase has been, I can feel myself panicking. Why is he not giving up yet? I'm on the ground with most of my body in the corn stalk. I'm so disoriented from the fog and the fall that I'm not sure which direction I was even running from. I hear his footsteps approach me so I start crawling based on instinct alone.

I whack at some of the plants with my hands and notice a small hole in the cornstalk. I push myself through it and army crawl. I keep inching forward until I feel grass. Pulling myself the rest of the way through, I roll over onto my back and catch my breath. Hopefully the guy has left to find someone else to scare. In a strange way, I'm disappointed.

I glance up the stars as I imagine my friends' reaction to the dirt covering my flowy dress. I'm still giggling as the fog finally begins to clear. I stand up to figure out where I'm going when I hear all too familiar footsteps.

My breath catches in my throat as I spot the tennis shoes first. I take in his black jeans and the black muscle tee showing off his biceps. He's not bulky by any means. He's tall and lean but I have no doubts he's stronger than me. I finish my scan with the mask. A gasp escapes me as Ghostface tilts his head slightly. I can't tell if he's mocking me or taking me in. All of the sudden I'm self conscious. Does he notice the dirt matted onto my dress? The tangles in my previously straightened hair?

He's not exactly like Ghostface in the movies. He doesn't have the robe. Really, only the mask is the same. He's not even holding a knife which should be a good sign. But he is holding something in his gloved hands.

"Why do you have rope?" The question comes out more timid than I want it to.

Ghostface responds by rolling the braided rope around his left wrist once. Twice. He snaps the rest of it in his hands and I jump. Tilting his head again, he looks around. I follow his gaze and realize my mistake.

I'm technically not inside the corn maze anymore. I strayed off the path.

"No..." Was the ticket collector being honest about the warning? "You can't do anything to me. You practically chased me off the path so it's your fault." I tend to babble when I'm nervous and it seems like Ghostface finds this amusing.

He takes a step toward me and pulls the rope tautly again.

I turn sharply and start running in the opposite direction. I know I'm getting further away from the corn maze but that man was clearly not going to let me back on the path. He definitely did not get trained properly! Is he even one of the scare actors?

That thought has me pumping my arms faster than I thought was possible. I hear him starting to run as well. He's gaining on me and there's nothing but trees ahead of me.

Arms wrap around my middle as I'm lifted off the ground. I scream and struggle but it's like he's made of steel. As he manouevers me how he wants I kick frantically. I hear a grunt of pain as one of my kicks meets his solar plexus. His arms loosen and I use all my strength to break way. I get about five steps before I'm tackled to the forest floor.

The wind is knocked out of me as I land with my stomach on the ground. I desperately try to crawl from underneath him. He manages to straddle the backs of my thighs and hips as he pins my upper body into the ground. I'm running out of energy and hope as my nails dig into the dirt.

"Awwwww was that your best effort?"

I freeze. It's the first time Ghostface has spoken since he started chasing me. His voice is low and throaty as he mocks me.

"Don't feel too bad. You put up a good fight but even good girls like you get punished for breaking the rules." He grabs both of my hands and pins them at the small of my back.

"But I didn't break any-" He gently but forcefully presses the side of my face into the dirt.

"Shhhhhh...you did see the signs didn't you? About staying on the path? It seems like you wanted to be caught."

"The hell I did!" I shout indignantly as I renew my struggle.

I feel the course rope against my wrists as he ties me up. There's no point in fighting but I continue to wiggle and whimper underneath him. When he's satisfied with the knot, he flips me so I'm laying on my own bound hands.

"Look at you. You're so cute when you're scared."

I attempt to mask my terrified expression. I don't want to give him the satisfaction. He brings one gloved hand to my mouth and I start to hyperventilate. His middle finger treads softly along my lower lip before pressing on my teeth.

"Bite," he commands.

I hesitantly bite the excess material above his middle finger while he pulls his hand the rest of the way out. Veins ripple from his forearm to his fingers as he rids himself of the other glove. His fingers look long and dexterous. I try to swallow but the taste of rubber floods my mouth.

Ghostface looks up at me and places his right thumb on my cheek. He is almost affectionate as he wipes stray tears from my face.

"I can't wait to mess up your pretty makeup...and tear up your nice dress..."

I spit out his glove.

"Please don't." The combination of fear, anger, and arousal makes my chest heave up and down.

Ghostface brings one hand to my throat and presses lightly. His other hand comes and tweaks a nipple. I squeal at the sensation and he laughs.

"Sensitive little thing, aren't you?" He chases me down like I'm prey and has the audacity to taunt me. "Feel free to make as much noise as you want by the way. You ran so far there's no chance of someone hearing you. Even if they did, they'd think you were in the corn maze still."

Ghostface continues tormenting my nipples through my dress. Brushing them softly then twisting and pulling on them until I cry out.

"Now let's get this out of the way."

He uses both hands to roll my dress up my body. The fear kicks in again as I try to prevent him from getting it over my hips. I wriggle to no avail while he pushes my dress above my tits.

"You're adorable like this." His fingers ghost up and down my throat. "Tied up whimpering mess, hair matted with dirt, tits bouncing up and down."

What an asshole. I've never felt so helpless in my life. I wish I had my mace (though it probably wouldn't affect him as much with the black mesh covering his eyes) or my pocket knife. He might've been able to overpower me anyway but atleast I could've fought more.

He leans his weight to the side and I take my chance. I try to knee him in the face but his reflexes are too quick. His lithe fingers wrap around my knee and push back to force my hips open.

"You're not playing very nice. But I knew you'd like it rough."

He slaps both of my tits harshly. Twice on each nipple. I yelp while red handprints start to form. He silences me with his dominant hand wrapped around my throat. I can still breath shallowly but my eyes bug out as he partially asphyxiates me.

"Remember, you deserve this punishment." He chuckles darkly. "And something tells me you'll enjoy it too."

Ghostface removes his hand and flips my body so that I'm back on my stomach. He arranges me so I'm on my knees with my bare chest pinned to the dirt. The dirt scratches uncomfortably against my exposed nipples. The new positions relieves some of the pressure on my wrists but it feels more vulnerable. He spreads my legs as I tremble. Warm calloused fingers glide up my leg to meet my panties. I already know what they'll find.

"Awww, poor baby. Your pretty pink panties are soaked."

He brushes my clit gently through my underwear and I flinch. I feel overstimulated even though he's barely touched me. As he gently massages me, a moan starts to crawl up my throat. He lightly slaps my clit three times in a row and I scream.

Ghostface grabs the sides of my panties and pulls them upward until they're almost completely between my pussy lips. I gasp and thrash and groan as the cloth rubs tightly against my clit. The friction is unbearable. With one swift yank, the panties rip and he wads them into a ball. His hand appears in front of my mouth.

"Open."

I'm too scared and too tired to fight him. With as much hatred as I can muster, I glare at him. My heart thuds in my chest while I slowly part my lips. He stuffs the wadded up panties in my mouth. The scent and taste of my own arousal overwhelms me. Tears of humiliation and lust fill my eyes.

"If you spit them out, I'll make this so much worse for you."

He brings his hand back between my legs and slaps the insides of my thighs. I take that as a cue to spread them even further. I've never had sex in such a depraved manner but I guess this is meant to be a punishment.

"Keep your face down and your ass up." He punctuates this statement by slapping my ass.

I hear some shuffling around and then his hands are gripping my ass. Something hits the ground beside me. Slowly, he spreads my cheeks so both holes are showing. A mixture of tears and dirt smear my face as I whine into my panties.

I hear him spit and liquid drops onto my slit. He must have taken his mask off. I'm dying to get a peek at the man who has been terrorizing me for the last 15 minutes. I feel him press his face into my pussy with his nose tickling my clit. I try to squirm away from the intensity but his grip is unrelenting.

With no warning, Ghostface licks me from clit to asshole. He does this several times in row before his tongue settles at my entrance. I feel him prod at my hole before darting in and out. Fucking me with it as if it was his dick. I've never been eaten out with this much fervor. I catch myself rocking my hips back into his face before I remember that I'm not supposed to be enjoying this.

After two minutes of this torture, he replaces his tongue with one thick finger. I immediately clench around him and he laughs at me again. I've never been more mortified or turned on in my life. He gradually stretches me with a second finger as I gasp into my panties. His tongue begins to flick my clit rapidly while finger fucking me and I know it's game over.

"Go ahead Princess. Come on my fingers." I try to hold out a couple more seconds but my orgasm rushes over me like a tidal wave. I shudder as my pussy clamps down on his fingers. I greedily push myself onto his face and ride out my climax. When I'm reduced to nothing but pathetic whimpers, Ghostface playfully taps my swollen clit. I flinch when I hear the sound of a zipper.

The head of his dick slides leisurely through my folds. Back and forth. I'm on the brink of insanity, waiting for him to fuck me. Ironically, I'm glad the panties are in my mouth or else he would hear me begging him to take me. His fingers dig into my hips at either side and I feel his lips brush my ear.

"Ready for me to wreck this tight little cunt?"He whispers it so threateningly it makes me instinctually wiggle away but I know my struggle is futile. When the mushroom shaped head notches at my hole I make a weak sound of protest but the gag makes it a garbled mess. "Shhhh...just take it. You've been begging to get fucked all night."

Ghostface pushes into me. His width stretches my walls until I feel him pause. He saws in and out; his pace infuriatingly slow like he has all the time in the world. Each time he goes back in he gives me another inch and my pussy hungrily accepts it. My wetness allows him to glide in smoothly although I can still feel each individual ridge of his dick. He pulls out of me completely and I feel my hole clench around nothing. He only waits a second before slamming all the way in. When his balls hit my clit I scream. Then the real fucking begins.

Ghostface fucks me deep and hard into the dirt. One of his hands pulls the back of my hair so my face is off the ground. He uses that as leverage to fuck me deeper while his other hand comes to my chest. He goes back and forth, slapping my tits roughly until they tingle.

As I whimper into my gag, he brings his hand around to my ass and spanks me there. My pussy tightens involuntarily with each impact and I can almost sense his smug expression. His alternates the spanks until both cheeks are on fire. I'm sure my ass will be pink tomorrow.

He shoves my face back down and I only have the energy to lay there and take it. He brings both hands to spread my cheeks again and I feel spit drip onto my asshole. I freeze at this foreign sensation and start to bring my head up.

"You have such pretty pussy but now I'm ready to play with this little asshole." The humor in his voice makes it obvious he's mocking me.

I scream angrily into the gag but I feel my cunt spasming on his dick. He groans unabashedly at the sensation. In a sick way, I feel a sense of pride that he's enjoying me.

I feel his thumb circle around the ring of muscle. He lazily slips his finger into my spit covered hole. He presses in shallowly a couple times before pushing the digit all the way inside me. My asshole swallows his whole thumb with ease as he pulls his dick out of me.

Ghostface slips his thumb out and replaces it with his mouth. I choke on my own underwear as he eats my little asshole as vigorously as he ate my pussy. Once I'm moaning, he pulls back and slips two fingers inside. It's a tight stretch that slightly burns but I'm so aroused that the pain barely registers. He fills my pussy with his dick again.

Ghostface uses one hand to hold my wrists as he picks up the pace once more. He uses his strong grip to slam my hips back into his. He pounds into me over and over. Even if I wanted to escape (which I don't), I would have no choice but to take his whole length each time. I can't tell if he's wearing a condom but I feel every textured detail of his dick as he roughly fucks my cunt.

He begins to shove his fingers in and out of my asshole while matching the speed of his dick. I feel the telltale signs of an orgasm as he tells me the filthiest things I've ever heard.

"Look at this slutty fucking cunt. Taking my cock like good little whore."