This is the final part in the Carnival of Erotic Horrors trilogy.
Please feel free to read Taken in the Darkness and The Spider's Lair first.
The Tight Space
By Ivaran Kealar
1.
Another victim was claimed by The Carnival of Exotic Delights: Zonia Ball.
Few witnesses said Zoe to the Maison de la peur, but she never left the fun house. The police searched every nook and cranny, but they just found a strange and erotic picture of Zonia. It depicted her nude, on a spider's web, and being ravished by a strange monster.
The police were forced to suspend their investigation because they couldn't find Zonia.
Yet there was someone who was still intent on finding her...
2.
18-year-old psychology Student, Dee Hewitt, had finally arrived at the Carnival of Exotic Delights. She had come here to find her missing girlfriend Zonia Ball.
Dee was five feet tall, had winter grey eyes and her hair was red and short. She rocked a 34DD cup, wore grey skinny jeans, charcoal converse trainers, a long red and white striped sweater and knee high white socks. She also has a short white jacket.
Dee looked around and saw cheerful strangers riding the scary rides. Numerous people bought all kinds of junk food. Many people waste their money on crooked games.
The first area Dee tried was the arcade -- as she knew Zonia was an avid gamer.
When she walked into the games room, she was overwhelmed by her environment.
When Dee left the arcade, she saw a yellow slug on the wall and shrieked. Without thinking twice, she bashed it with her right hand and looked at the mucus in disgust.
Feeling freaked out, she ran to the nearest bathroom. After cleaning herself, she left the bathroom and continued looking for her missing girlfriend.
An old woman in a cloak appeared and approached Dee.
Not speaking a word, Dee tightened her coat and swallowed.
The old woman produced a purple ticket for her.
Reluctantly, Dee accepted the ticket, and threw on a fake smile.
The old woman bowed respectfully, and gradually departed.
Dee looked at her ticket confused, before shoving it in her pocket.
Dee walked around, in hopes of finding the Maison de la peur.
3.
Dee eventually found the Maison de la peur and stared at it with marvel.
The outside of the fun house felt like the fun version of a French mansion.
Dee headed to the front door, pulled out her ticket and dropped it in the slot.
The doors of the fun house creaked open, slowly, until they were opened widely.
Nodding to herself, Dee walked into the fun house, and the doors closed behind her.
4.
Once inside, Dee noticed that the Maison de la peur indeed looked like a French manor. However, the walls were extremely colourful, and classical music played in the background. Just like in an actual fun house, each different room had its own sort of theme.
Dee ended up walking down a weird hallway -- which was dimly lit, and the walls were adorned with weird pictures. All of them depicted her girlfriend Zonia, being fucked by what looked like a spider monster with tentacles. Every picture was a different angle, and many of them involved Zonia receiving anal, breast massages and vaginal penetration.
Many photos showed Zonia's rapturous face as though she was enjoying the rape.
What made things worse is that the speakers played Zonia's ecstatic moans.
Zonia moaned, "Ah! Fuck! Ah! Crap! Ah! Jesus! Ah! God! Uh! God! Uh! Fuck! Ah! Yes! Ah! Fuck! Ah! Crap! Ah! Jesus! Ah! God! Uh! God! Uh! Fuck! Ah! Yes! Ah! Fuck! Ah! Crap!
"Ah! Jesus! Fuck! Ah! Crap! Ah! Jesus! Ah! God! Uh! God! Uh! Fuck! Ah! Yes! Ah! Fuck! Ah! Crap! Ah! Jesus! Ah! God! I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum!"
Dee quickly clasped her hands over her ears, and she tried not to cry. Hearing her girlfriend being corrupted by a monster, and having multiple orgasms, drove her to despair.
Dee ran straight through the twisted maze and ran straight out the door.
5.
Dee walked into a tiny room. There was a door with a huge black slug on it.
She turned around, tried to retrace her steps, but came up against a brick wall.
Dee gulped hard and whimpered. She banged on the wall, but it was hopeless.
Dee reluctantly turned around and went through the slug door.
The slug door gradually closed behind her, and it soon locked.
6.
Dee now found herself in a dimly-lit forest green tunnel.
The walls and the ground were rubbery smooth and soft.
Finally, Dee cried, "Zonia, darling, are you there?"
As she strolled, she noticed that the tunnel gradually narrowed.
Soon, she had to crouch down, and crawled on her knees.
Dee had to crawl on her belly army style across the narrow tunnel.
The thought of hearing Zonia being corrupter by a monster made her sick. If she could get away from here, the memory would be forever etched into her fragile mind.
Dee came to a halt all of a sudden. Her heart started beating wildly.
The walls were starting to close in.
She noticed there were many blue wires stuck in her jacket.
Dee turned on her back, and tried prying the wires off her but they wouldn't budge.
Then, to her horror, she saw the wires started to wriggle and writhe on their own.
The wires grew and interwove with the fabric of her coat and they tugged hard.
Dee fought unsuccessfully -- her coat was pulled off and dragged away.
Before she could react, Dee got bombed by more blue wires.
Dee yelled and hit a lot of them, but they dug into her clothing.
Numerous wires wormed their way into Dee's trainers: they undid her laces to loosen them up, before they pulled them off and dragged them away.
Numerous wires dug into the fabric her socks dug. Soon, the wires yanked her socks off -- uncovering her lovely feet -- and dragged Dee's socks away.
As she fought in vain against the wires, Dee watched in terror as numerous wires coiled on the belt loops of her jeans. The wires on her belt loops began to pull downwards.
Dee grabbed her jeans and struggled -- she forced her jeans to be pulled up.
Two thick wires tied around her wrists, and forced her arms to the spongy floor.
Having been forced to lie on her back, Dee briefly closed her eyes and shrieked.
Dee lifted her head up a little. The living wires were removing her skinny jeans.
The wires pulled her jeans down past her ankles -- dragging them far, far away.
Dee breathed hard. She saw her white underwear was now completely exposed.
She closed her legs tightly as she groaned, trying to rebel against her attackers.
Numerous wires dug into the fabric of her sweater and slowly tore it to pieces.
The scraps of the sweater were quickly dragged away and pulled into tiny holes.
Dee wailed again. She saw her white bra was exposed and squirmed. She pulled against the bonds of her attackers -- wailing and screaming for help -- but it was utterly hopeless.
Several wires wormed into her strapless bra, making her whimper, and they grabbed the cups. They pulled and pulled, until the clasp came undone and they dragged the bra away.
Dee's luscious melons were exposed. She pulled against her bonds to protect her breasts.
Then, a thick red wire coiled around her slender neck -- firmly choking her. It forced her head to lie down, which meant she had to see the ceiling of that narrow tube.
Two chunky vines quickly wrapped around her ankles and tied in triple knots.
Dee weakly looked up as her trembling legs were slowly being forced open.